Crucible of Ideas

"I see. In that case, I'll make you a monster capable of making the very most of that body's charms. It would normally be quite difficult to do, but with my magical power and your potential it should be possible," the Lilim said, circling me and softly passing an arm around me in an embrace.

At the touch of her hands, which were as smooth as they looked, on my skin, I looked up in spite of myself.

My eyes met her red ones, so close at hand.

"Hee hee..."

The Lilim, still smiling suspiciously, slowly held out her other hand.

The black sphere was still floating over her palm, wriggling ominously.

"Now, accept it. It's a present I set aside just for you, the best one I can give — a monster's magical power." The Lilim turned her palm towards me and slowly pushed it against my breast.

I felt a queer sense of discomfort, as if my skin had come into contact with something half-liquid.

As it touched my skin, the sphere was sinking inside my breast and disappearing.

I trembled at the realization that the black sphere — going by what the Lilim had said, it was a mass of magical energy — was being absorbed into my body.

And yet, against all my expectations, there was no sign of a conspicuous change in me.

Even when I looked at the spot where the mass of magical power had been absorbed, I could see only my own flat chest, the same as always.

"Nothing's happening..." My doubt and bewilderment found expression in words.

In response, the Lilim flashed a broad grin.

"Well, I wonder about that." The Lilim's words were laden with meaning.

The instant I tried to voice another question in response, a huge jolt abruptly shook my body.

I opened my eyes in shock, and the Lilim whispered in my ear.

"See? It's begun."

As if to attest the truth of her words, a bizarre sensation suddenly assaulted me.

My heartbeat quickened rapidly, and a storm seemed to raging inside me.

Violent shocks convulsed my body over and over again, and my sweat scattered across the floor.

Added to that shock, a heat so intense that what I had felt when I had been toyed with my the tentacles didn't even compare to it had been born deep in my breast, and was rapidly growing.

Even though it was so hot I thought my body might burst into flame at any moment, what it gave me was not pain, but pleasure.

The heat was dying my mind white.

"Tee hee hee. Incredible, isn't it? But it's only just begun," the Lilim whispered, still embracing me as I was tossed about by the raging sensations.

Her hand crept gently up to my chest, then slid softly over my skin.

Just that was enough to give me a shock as if I'd been struck by lightning.

"Hee hee. You're twitching so much. Here; have some more," the Lilim whispered in my ear, her voice cheerful.

True to her word, she was sliding her palms, laden with black magical power, over my breasts, belly, and between my legs.

Her fingertips left black marks, like ink marks, on my skin wherever they touched.

They looked as if they were forming a complicated pattern, but vanished in an instant, leaving pleasure in their place.

Every time her hands touched me, caressing my skin, the heat inside me increased, and blazing pleasure was poured into me.

The heat was clouding my thoughts, violating me bit by bit.

"No...! St, stop...!"

The pleasure was so strong my body and mind seemed about to break from it. It made me shake, sobbing and drooling.

But, contrary to my words of refusal, and without my being aware of it, something almost like a thirst had been born in a corner of my heart.

"I wonder if this will be enough magical energy," the Lilim whispered at last, after toying with my body for a while, and as she did so left my side.

The tentacles, perhaps linked to the Lilim's will, slowly released their hold, and then vanished without as sound into the shadow at my feet.

Released from the tentacles' bonds, I cowered feebly on the floor.

The inferno inside me raged on without pause, making me tremble.

I drew ragged breaths, still tossed about by inhuman pleasure and clutching my body, which was flushed as if I had come down with a fever.

I couldn't completely resist shedding tears from the heat and pleasure which, far from calming down, continued to increase.

I felt sure that the magma-hot drops would scorch the floor.

Then, that instant, I was shaken by another intense pulsation.

"No! Something... strange is...!"

Fear cut through my thoughts, become hazy with pleasure, like a blade of ice.

At the same time, a sense of discomfort that resembled pain sprung up in my head.

It felt as if something strange was trying to be born from inside me.

I raised my hands to my head almost reflexively.

My palms returned a ghastly sensation, as if something was growing beneath my silky hair, swelling up and breaking through my skin.

"No... What, what's going on...?" My confusion spilled out along with my tears.

My reason protested that it didn't even want to understand.

Even so, an instinctive part of me was cruelly aware of why this was happening to me.

I felt myself becoming something other than human.

As if in answer to that realization, something grew out from beneath the hands clasping my head.

"No, no... Not this. I'm scared. I'm scared, big brother!" I bawled, squeezing my eyes tight.

As if to mock me, the foreign objects that had grown from my head were increasing in length.

As they did so the feeling of discomfort was fading, and one of pleasure springing up in its place.

"No... I don't want this, but... Aah!" My reason felt revulsion at my transformation, but I still couldn't repress a cry of pleasure.

Even as it escaped me, the things were growing longer and longer, and before long revealed their finished shape.