As she tries her best to please the profane member, pressing her lips against it, lapping and kissing at it hungrily, her arms squeezing and trying to work around it, her entire body rubbed against the gigantic shaft, as if her entire form was a device designed to pleasure the instrument of her doom.<br/><br/>Only once she put all she had into it, did she get a true reaction from her Master, a telepathic wave of satisfaction reassuring her that she was making herself useful and pleasing its will with her words and behavior. She could feel the growing rumble, a tremor like an earthquake work itself through the massive tool as it erupted like a volcano, discharging vile, unholy seed that shot into the void far above Hectavia, droplets the size of her fist raining down as scalding hot goop, plastering her face and much of her body. When she felt the same substance in her old body, she was convinced it was burning her alive from the inside. Now, transformed and her body much more resistant to heat she somehow understood, it still felt abnormally warm and hot, but not unpleasantly so, it felt more natural, more right to her. Indeed, the reassurance came in her mind, she was made, or rather remade for this.<br/><br/>The infernal sludge was making things slippery and as more bubbled from the tip of the master's cock, her only support became unsure, and sure enough soon she started to slip, unable to hang on and cling to the monstrous member any longer.<br/><br/>She fell and fell into the darkness, but once the impact came it wasn't devastating, or painful. In fact it only felt sudden because of the vertigo and sense of displacement she experienced, her eyes shooting open involuntarily at the same time to see the cloudy sky once again.<br/><br/>She was lying on her back, on the stone altar, with no evidence of the infernal rape and her submission. She was not swollen or sore between her legs, though there was a hint of moistness over her sex. There was no lava-like seed coating half her body, and no claw marks or bruises anywhere either. She was either taken out of the moment and returned as she was, or the entire thing was only in her mind.<br/><br/>Underneath her thighs, not an inch from where her slit was, lay a heavy tome on the stone, as if it was somehow birthed from her in some unimaginable process that was best left without consideration or witnesses. It was there, and it would grant her power.<br/><br/>Power. Magic. The words somehow held a different meaning now, and Hectavia had a newfound understanding of all the things she would be capable of. All the possibilities, potential coupled with her ambition and desires... as long as she served and pleased her master.<br/><br/>As she looked at the tome and opened it, it appeared to have pages of humanoid skin, and inking made with blood she understood. The very first page under the cover had a graphical design of a woman in her death throes, impaled by something enormous, her stomach bulging like it was about to explode from within. The next page had the drawing of the same woman, body tight and fit and forever beautiful, head adorned with horns while she was embracing a massive, inhuman looking phallus, rubbing herself up against it, licking and kissing and pleasing it in drunken adoration and worship. Drawing of Hectavia.<br/>The following pages held descriptions of spells, invocations and incantations, with a couple more illustrations for her benefit. Flipping through the rest of it, she acknowledged that most of the pages were still empty.<br/><br/>There was room for more in there, she realized. More spells and more illustrations. Then, she thought: there would be an illustration on the very last of its pages as well, perhaps not unlike that of the weak human woman on the first.<br/><br/>Still, she received the boon she sought and the paranormal dread left her. There was nothing to be accomplished remaining here. The island awaited, and after making her way to the old trail, her available destinations were still the same. A coastal village of some sorts, a cabin in the woods, or deeper into the island, to the hills.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hectavia is officially an infernal warlock now, and has access to all features of her class levels. She is also magically aware of them and how to use them, the necessary knowledge imparted to her by her patron, and the book. That said, she still doesn't have any other posessions than the tome of shadows.</div></div>