Transcript:<br />You wandered the darkened hallways of the derelict castle, shivering as you crept silently through the halls, dagger in hand. Assassins like you dressed light for stealth, but the unnatural cold that seeped through the enchanted cloth sheathing your body spoke magnitudes about the target you were here for.<br /><br />That said, this cold was becoming unbearable, your skin was literally crawling, goosebumbs prickled through the body tight undersuit as you glanced at the floor, careful not to fall for anything that could be a trap that mages preferred to use against would-be thieves and assassins. The faster you got this over with, the faster you could return to the warmth of a hot bath, you could feel that eerie sensation intensifying as you went up the stairs, the mage was definitely close by.<br /><br />As you turned the corner though after exiting the last flight of stairs, you came face to face with a large imposing doorway, a thick, black substance filling the entire length like some sort of door, its reflective sheen bouncing and refracting the dim light in a curious way, it was like looking into some weird magic mirror. Looking across the floor though, you notice abandoned equipment lying around; swords, shields, staves, even rations and foodpacks. All of them left abandoned with no sign of battle or their previous owners. <br /><br />Testing the water, you picked up a still shining broadsword and stuck the blade through the shadow wall, after a few seconds, you pull it back but notice no discernible effect. What about organics though? Pulling out a meat skewer from a dusty bag, you do the same, but again, nothing happens. What even happened here?<br /><br />Deciding to take the risk, you finally volunteer yourself, sticking a pinky finger through the veil with bated breath. Only to feel nothing on the other end, no attack, no change in temperature, it was safe. As you pull your finger back however, a sticky black tendril emerges from the shadowy wall, wrapping tightly round your arms before you can even react. By the time your other hand reaches for the dagger sheathed by your chest however, dozens of similar tendrils erupt fom the wall, grabbing whatever they can that hadn't been taken yet; your legs, your neck, your waist, even your head as it engulfs your body entirely, withdrawing with their prize almost as quick as they'd emerged.<br /><br />--<br /><br />It had all been so quick, you'd been pulled through that blanket of soupy darkness so fast you'd dropped your blade, hearing it clatter to the floor on the other side as the momentum of being pulled through sends you stumbling forward with a weird wet crunching sound, coughing as you run your gloved hands over your head, wiping away the black goo that clung to you. Whatever that wall was it made you feel sick and tingly as you'd been pulled through it, your entire body ached and felt wrong all over; you felt sluggish and slow, weights pulled down in unfamiliar territory, and that sickening cold from before no permeated your body, in fact, your entire body felt alarmingly cold as you ran a hand over your goop covered body, the form flowing beneath looking increasingly unfamiliar to you as the goo begins to part, revealing a slimy pale surface.<br /><br />The sounds of flasks clinking together and the fluttering of paper grabs your attention though, as you glimpse the silhouette of a young man with silvery blue skin and pale hair hunched over a table. Was this the infamous demon mage? You find yourself unable to peel your eyes away though, in fact, the more you gazed at him, the more you felt warmer inside as a tingly sensation began to build within your chest. His chiselled arms, sharp eyes and flowing grey hair was so eye-catching for some reason, dulling your mind as your eyes blacken entirely, your pupils glowing an eerie yellow as new thoughts and memories begin to take shape in your softened mind.<br /><br />Moving, or rather, flowing forward as you pull free from the black goo, you inch slowly towards the mage with your eyes stll locked on him as new memories seep into and consolidate themselves into your mind, unaware of the multiple octopus-like tentacles extending from beneath your newly widened hips swaying gently with your movement, the pair of perky, goopy tits jiggling with a healthy bounce on your chest only serving to fuel your increasingly depraved thoughts &nbsp;as you run your slender arms down your soft, rosy cheeks, dainty digits stroking your soft, sensitive skin as you imagine the man grabbing hold of you roughly, using your various limbs for support as he had his way with you, the many eyes dotting your new body quivered in delight as you let out a feminine giggle laced with a lustful venom as your soft airy voice draws the mages attention.<br /><br />As his stern eyes gaze over your form, you can't help but freeze in delight as your Master takes in your form; your curvaceous body coated in a thin layer of demonic slime that doubled as an aphrodisiac with pale white layers of organic plate armour that made you look like those people the humans called "Maids". You could only squeal and croak in happiness as your Master's eyes linger over your heaving bosom and quivering tentacles, hoping he hadn't noticed the pale, goopy mess down there. If you could speak like higher demons and regular humans, you'd be gushing for Master to take you to bed right now, how indecent of you.<br /><br />You could barely understand demon tongue, much less english, but from the words you understood; apparently he'd taken an interest in you, choosing you as his new lay for the evening. It made sense after all, Master had spent almost all his free time locked up in his chambers working on his experiments, only ever leaving to conduct raids on those worthless humans down in the valley below. If he needed to destress, you were the perfect toy for him, it didn't matter if it was mutual love, Master finding personal use for you was enough, there was nothing to do in the darkened dusty halls of the castle. Although you looked like a maid, you were more of a minx than anything, memories of raping unsuspecting human men and milking them for all their semen ran wild in your mind as you mentally replaced them with Master. Your dreams of having your womb filled to the brim with his hot seed would soon come true.<br /><br />Crying out happily as he approaches you, you reach out ready to embrace him, tentacles writhing in joy as your body takes on an oily sheen, preparing itself for sex as you lay eyes on his impressive member now on display as he unbuttons his robe. You couldn't wait to feel it throbbing deep inside your moist innards, the former memories of a trained assassin and intent of murder all but gone from your sex-addled mind as Master pushed you roughly to the floor, forcing a gurgling sigh out of you as he pulls on your goopy ponytail before thrusting forward...<br /><br />The former assassin that stalked the halls of the old castle no longer existed, in his place, a loyal servant stood ever ready to attend to her Master's every need...<br />Trasncript End<br /><br />A short story cap i had on hold for abit, finally got about writing the second half!<br /><br />Image by&nbsp;<span>&#26570; &#12415;&#12371;&#12392; :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/32013381">www.pixiv.net/en/users/3201338&hellip;</a></span>