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The Shadow Covers All

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Thick underbrush blocks the female blue scaled dragonborn's path. Her armor clanks, her sword slicing through anything that gets into her way. Dark blackened tree limbs clatter to the ground, “With this place so constantly dark and dreary, you'd think trees wouldn't grow here, but I'd be wrong. I should have read up more on the shadowfell," she grunts, “You two better not be lagging behind!" she growls.

Clattering behind her are two skeletons, one big boned male human, the other a stalwart male dragonborn. Their flesh has long rotted away, their eyes glow an unearthly blue. They say nothing while carrying her camping supplies and other travel equipment.

She grunts, “Almost as useless in death, but at the very least…" she grins fiendishly, pressing forward, hardly a stealthy one as she looks up past the canopy into the dark, shaded sky, the dim light coming from everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time, “We should be where they said they are soon."

Two sets of red glowing eyes watch the dragonborn from a distance, skittering off after a moment, rushing back to their home, in the very direction she's been traveling. Unaware of her presence being detected she comes out of the forest to a large clearing. An overgrown gloomy stone structure greets her. The multi-story building has no discernable windows but there's a thick wooden door with metal bands across. The darkened plants that have partially overtaken the structure give the appearance as if no one has lived here for a very long time.

“This better not have been another dead end," she growls.

Though her growl ends, the sound of anger continues, coming out of either side of her vision are two wispy purple kobolds no more than thigh height if even that. Their solid red eyes softly glow in the darkness. The first has a sizable scythe weapon for her size, while the other has a bow drawn, aimed right at her head.

“Who dares enter the Mistress' domain!" barks scythe wielding kobold.

“All those who threaten the Mistress shall perish before me!" states the archer.

The dragonborn's dark blue eyes switch between the two, “Tell me now, is this the place where the shadowscales reside?"

“What is to you?!" barks the scythe wielding kobold.

“You will not take another step forward intruder."

“The Mistress will feed well tonight."

“I will not repeat myself, tell me."

“We'll never tell you!"

She growls and with a muttered incarnation and quick hand motion, which draws out a small piece of iron from a spell component pouch, a red teardrop necklace glows with a red light, “I do not have time for this."

The two kobolds suddenly find themselves unable to move. The dragonborn pulls out her morning star, holding it close to the scythe wielding kobold's muzzle, “If you are to strike you do it." She walks past them, going to the door, knocking on it with a heavy fisted claw.

I minute passes with no answer, the two kobolds swivel, turning to face the dragonborn, “You don't deserve to see her…" the archer kobold just manages to say before they find themselves paralyzed again.

She knocks hard on the door, and a little more time passes before it slowly creaks open, revealing another purple shade kobold with red eyes, this one though appears small and meek by comparison, “H-hello," he notices the held fellow kobolds, “W-who are you?"

“I'm Dresdel and that is all you need to know. Is this where members of the shadowscale clan reside?"

“M-may I ask why?"

“I'm here to see them, are they here?"

“Y-yes," he states with a soft yip.

The spell ends, the other kobolds, breaking free. The scythe wielding kobold charges in with a shrill, “I will defeat you!"

“Don't tell her anything!" The other draws her bow, about to release when Dresdel unleashes her spell, knocking back into place, “Weak creatures," she turns her gaze sternly to the still free kobold.

“Y-yes, if you don't mind, wait here while I go get the Mistress."

“Do that, and don't think your friends have me out numbered, I have a pair of useless helpers myself," she motions to the two undead.

“Got it!" he yips, rushing off leaving the door open.

“Finally, some progress," she states, looking at the two kobolds, “I prefer not to burn more spells. So, if I have to do it again, I won't hesitate to make sure I won't have to do it a fourth time," she growls, bringing her morning star close to the archer's muzzle, before plucking the arrow from the bow, throwing it to the ground. “I hope I've made that clear, hmm?"

When the spell ends, the two kobolds huff, glaring at her, “Yes, but if you do anything to harm our Mistress or the Master, you will be sorry!" exclaims the archer.

“Yeah!" barks the Scythe wielding one.

“Why do kobolds have to be so…"

“So very what?" asks a feminine sultry voice with dark undertones, standing in the door frame draped in a red dress, that barely covers her chest scales. The deep red glowing eyes sternly stare at Dresdel. A few of her scale dreadlocks have silver bands around them with red rubies, while her horns are thick and intimidating, “What is a cleric doing here? I might as well make short work of her. To think she has the audacity to come here to face me. Lawful stupid is a thing I suppose." she thinks, eyeing the dragonborn down.

The blue dragonborn turns to face her, her own deadlock scales shift. Her blues focus on the one before her, a scar running across and over her right eye, though the eye itself looks unharmed, “Are you a member of a shadowscale clan?"

“Here we go," she thinks, shifting her weight, keeping an imposing demeanor, while looking at her shades ready to jump into action, “I am, and what brings you here?"

“I've heard that your clan has unlocked the secrets of immortality, I've come here to study and learn about it."

The black dragonborn's eyes widened, “You've come here to study from us? Why."

“To free myself from the bonds of mortality that the Gods have so cruelly put upon us."

“Hmmm, how interesting," she says, motioning to her kobold shades to lay off… for the moment, “Though I could make her a shade right now and learn all about her… perhaps it be more worthwhile to learn the old fashion way for now," she thinks, “My name is Lunara Gloomstalker. I live here with my partner Dasu Shadowscale. Please come in, and we can talk."

“So your partner is the Shadowscale then," she states, putting away her morning star, but keeping her hand on it, keeping herself at the ready.

She huffs, letting out a puff purple smoke, “I am a Shadowscale too, one with rather grand aspirations. I don't get many coming here willingly, so please, be my guest, come in and we can further discuss your future here."

“Good," she states, taking a moment to sense the dragonborn's motive, “I've heard the rumors about your clan, and if there is an ounce of truth to them, don't think I'd fall prey to you so easily."

“Hmm? And what rumors are those?" she asks, with feigned ignorance.

“Don't play coy with me, I've run into many that hide their true intentions. If I can sniff out a changeling who tried to pretend to be my employer. It would be beneficial to be upfront with me."

“Hmm, rumors are rumors. You'll see for yourself what we are like," she explains, the inside of the cold stone walls are illuminated by sconces on the sides of the wall that are lit by dark purple flames.

“Fair enough, I can understand people's uncertainty to what they don't understand."

“How very true," she says, motioning her shades to follow, noticing the two skeletons, “Are they yours?"

“They are, Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dumb is what I like to call them. They are carrying my supplies, it's not a problem if they come along with?"

“I don't see why not."

“Mistress, I don't think this is a good idea. Something doesn't feel right with her," says the scythe wielding kobold.

“We will protect you Mistress, just give the word."

“I am right here you know," growls Dresdel.

Lunara waves them off, “Don't worry, they are only concerned for my safety, sweet little things are they?"

“They are something, but I have not seen kobolds like this before."

“They are kobolds… sort of. They are shades."

“What are these shades called?'

“Shades."

“Their names."

“They are just called shades, but I suppose you might need to refer to them separately… the scythe one you can call A Shade, which given their personality is rather fitting," she chuckles.

“How imaginative."

“The archer one you may call Zhade, while…"

“Let me get the door for you Mistress," says the third kobold, opening the door, “That skittish one you may call Nameless. Later when you see my mate's shade, you may refer to him as Dark Shade."

“Dark Shade? How… original."

“When you don't need to name them, it's not a big issue," she responds with annoyance.

“Fair enough," she responds, following her deeper into the stone home, noticing there are no windows, just isolated stone rooms and hallways, with the sconces flickering to life just as they get near, “Living in shadow, you really live up to your clan's namesake."

“We don't need to see in the light, but we certainly don't mind it, are you having trouble seeing?" she asks with a hint of smugness.

“I'm fine."

Lunara leads Dresdel down a long hallway, stopping at one room, the door creaking opening where there's a simple bed, and like the other rooms there's no windows nor any visible way in or out except through the door, “This will be your room for the duration of your stay. It's not much, we don't often have guests."

She pokes her head into the room, looking over the dreary interior, “It will work. I never needed much," she states, commanding her skeletons to drop off her things in the room."

“Please keep your servants in the room, while I give you a short tour of our home."

“They'll be staying with me. They may be mindless and very much useless, but they are mine, and I like to keep them with me."

She sighs, “Very well, but be warned, if you try anything, I won't hesitate to use my power against you."

“Don't overestimate yourself, but I have no intentions to cause you or your partner trouble. There's only so much you can get out of speak with dead."

“How very astute of you to say," she remarks, the shades following them, deeper through the winding hallways that is almost like a maze, “Up next is my mate's alchemy lab. His name is Dasu, and it would be best for your well-being to treat him with the utmost respect. He's not as forgiving and open as I am."

“I'll keep that in mind."

“Please do," she responds. Through the door is a massive alchemy lab with beakers bubbling Bensons burning, the aroma of herbs and alchemic ingredients is heavy in the air to the point it is nauseating to anyone not used to it. A dark purple shade is bound to a table, a metal pan is underneath it. Hovering over it with a bubbling smoking potion in his black scale claws is a muscular black scaled dragonborn with a strong draconic physique, his horns curl back in on themselves, the low light seems plenty for him, but the darkness really accentuates the red glow of his eyes.

“Master?" says a soft-spoken dark purple kobold shade, holding open a large vellum tome as he stands on the table beside the helpless shade that looks just like him.

“Quiet!" he growls, his voice deep and powerful, “I must finish my experiment," he states.

The dark shade nods vigorously, not uttering another word, while his Master pours the concoction onto the kobold that moans in delight. The potion melts through the kobold, tearing through the shade's essence, “Thank you Master for letting me serve you!" the shade declares.

Lunara and Dresdel watch in silence, but as Dasu jots notes onto some parchment, continuing to pour more liquid onto the kobold in quick bursts he hears in his mind, “My lovely Tyrant. Don't look yet but we have a guest."

“Did you say a guest?"

“Yes, a cleric in fact."

“Did you need help in dealing with them?'

“Not in that sense, she's beside me, curious to know about us," she telepathically says to him.

Dasu glances at the pair, pouring more liquid onto the shade that screams out in pleasure, its body starting to shift in and out of existence, on the verge of breaking down, and despite that, the kobold remains pleased as one could be, “Planning to make her into a shade? It's been a while since either of us fed on anyone holy."

“I haven't decided yet. There's something about this one that is giving me some pause to ponder. Perhaps she'll make a great test subject for our corruptive abilities."

He grins, pouring the rest of the potion over the kobold, as it cries out in delight before puffing out of existence, “Excellent. That's wonderful progress to be had," he says, thinking, “Am I to play a responsible host then?"

“For the moment my Tyrant."

“Only if I get to partake in some of the experiments my huntress."

_“But of course." _ Lunara clears her throat, “Excuse me love, but we have a guest."

“Hmm? A guest? Who would come and visit us here," he states, turning to them, thinking to Lunara, “Love? Really?"

She grins, “It's to lower her defenses. Despite her brashness, she appears to be very keen on tells, best to keep up your guard."

“I do like a challenge," he thinks, looking at the blue dragonborn.

His dark purple shade saying, “I told you Master."

“Did I tell you to speak?" he growls.

He cowers before him, “A thousand apologies Master."

“This is Dresdel. She refuses to give her full name."

“Names have power, and I am not to give that to either of you," states Dresdel.

“Very true, more so if you lack the power and the confidence to defend yourself even when your name is given… So, tell me what brings you here?"

“I'm a member of the Blood of Vol, and with any member, I'm here to unlock the secrets of immortality."

“Are you now?" he deeply chuckles, “It's a fools attend… hmm are those yours?" he states motioning to the skeletons.

“They are my idiotic servants."

“Curious…" he states, running his sharp black claws across his scales, “The secrets of immortality are not easily divulged. That takes trust, and to build trust, I need to know just why you want to become immortal."

“To reach a level of divinity that the gods have cruelly taken from us. Death is merely an obstacle placed upon us to prevent us from reaching our true potential. For someone who claims to be knowledgeable, should know that when I mentioned I'm from the order of the Blood of Vol."

His claws twitch, “I see where you're coming from her brashness but also curiousness… This one time I'll take your lead, my huntress. The opportunity to have a test subject so pristine as this is too good to just… let it go due to an insult."

“Thank you my Tyrant. I'll be sure to make sure she does pay for every insult regardless of outcome."

“I expect nothing less. Remember you're taking a curious meal from me."

Dresdel eyes them clearing her throat, “If you have something to say, say it to my face. I expressed my reasonings for coming. If you want to debate it in private, fine, but not like I am not here."

A Shade barks, “You can't speak to our Mistress like that!"

Zhade growls, “Just say the word Mistress and we'll teach her a lesson she'll never forget."

Lunara shoots her “Let me handle this for now."

They two shades stiffen, “Sorry Mistress!" they exclaim in unison.

The third shade giggles, which stops the moment Lunara glares at him, “Sorry Mistress."

She turns to Dresdel, “You're right. Trust is important, and my love and I were discussing the best way to even touch such a thing."

“So it is true that you know the secret to immortality."

She smirked, “So it is true then. You know how to become immortal."

“We'll need time to discuss it. For now, you've had a long travel, and it is late."

“How do you even know what time it is? It's constant darkness."

“You get used to it. Love, we'll continue this conversation later tonight."

“It was a pleasure to meet you Dasu," says Dresdel.

“Your visit has piqued my curiosity. Enjoy your stay here at our humble home," he says, watching them leave, his attention turning to his shade, “Page three hundred and sixty-six. We have some new experiments to prepare."

“With pleasure Master!" he exclaims with glee, tail wagging.

Lunara looks over the dragonborn, “Hungry?"

“I'll make something to eat. Just show me to the kitchen and my idiotic servants will bring me the food I need. I've been warned to be wary of eating anything in the shadowfell."

“You didn't come here uninformed, that's for sure. Tell me, who told you about us and where we lived?"

“No one specific. It was a rumor here, a rumor there. I compiled the information over months to narrow down a few locations. This is my third attempt," she explains.

“Really? You are an adventurous woman, aren't you?" she says, her thoughts reaching out to Nameless Shade along with half a dozen other shades, “Find and clean that kitchen. I'll delay the best I can. Make it look like we use it."

Without a word Nameless Shade skitters off while A Shade and Zhade remain close, weapons lowered by ready to draw them out in a moment's notice.

Dresdel looks over her shoulder noticing the missing shade, “Where did the third one go?"

“An errand for me, nothing special, but what is, is your story of how you found us. We are a reclusive bunch for one reason or another, and I just must know more. What led you down the first two paths?"

“What are you after?"

“I'm after nothing right now."

Dresdel looks over her, studying her body language, letting out a huff, “Alright. It'll all started…"

While she's telling the story Lunara's shades inform her, they have found the kitchen, providing her the way there, but that it's a total mess and they don't even know how it should even look. The thoughts and feelings of her shades transmitted to her instantly. “Damn, damn, I need to control them to get this done but…"

“And that's when the three headed hydra appeared," Dresdel remarks, stopping her story, looking around, “How long does it take you to find your kitchen?"

“The castle ruins weren't originally ours and I can get a little lost sometimes. Let's get Dasu, he knows where the kitchen is."

“Hmmm…" she responds, going back to the alchemy lab.

“My tyrant! I'm in need of your aid."

With a mental groan, “What is it my huntress, what happened now?"

“I have to control my shades to clean up the kitchen. Between the two of us, I know how it's supposed to look. Dresdel will catch on if I am too out of it. She can't know of our weakness."

“Got it," he responds, lifting his head as they enter, “Back so soon? Is everything alright?"

“It's embarrassing, but I've completely forgotten where the kitchen is. You do all the cooking after all. Could you show us the way?"

“I suppose I can."

“I'll be sure everything is ready for when you return Master!" the Dark Shade exclaims.

With an icy cold response, “See that you do."

“With pleasure!"

“My darling Lunara, I told you, you should have learned where the kitchen is, in case I am ever away and you need to cook," he says, approaching with open arms, “Where is the kitchen?"

“You called me darling?'

“You called me love."

“Touché, and the kitchen is…" she explains to him, then saying, “You were saying something about a three headed hydra?" she asks before zoning out, the shades in the kitchen that are scurrying about to get everything dusted, cleaned, cobwebs removed, the hearth started up with all the rotten food tossed out the back. Each one puppeteer directly by her.

“As I was saying, it wasn't three headed for long the fight ended with eight."

Dasu forcing feigned curiosity, “Did you not know saying when you cut off a hydra's head two appear in their place? Why would you or your companions do such a thing?'

“The zombies are dumb, and I was hoping to raise the corpse as a bodyguard."

“Were you successful?"

“Mostly."

“What's mostly?"

“Only four heads came with it, but I lost that in the second dead end, which began…"

Lunara holds onto her lover's hand, letting him guide her through the maze, and only when the shades have just managed to make the kitchen not only presentable but appear to have seen recent use, do they arrive. She snaps back to full control over her body, the shades reverting back to their 'old' selves, “And here we are, yes love? This is the kitchen."

“It is…" he states, looking around, “Feel free to use whatever you want. We are low on ingredients right now as our local food supplies…" he says, eyeing Dresdel, “Are a little low right now."

“I don't intend to use your food. I've brought my own."

“Good, we have a special diet, so forgive us if we don't partake in what you make."

“That won't be a problem."

“Now… if you don't mind, I have some experiments to catch up on," he says with a hint of annoyance, rolling his shoulders, leaving.

“Charming fellow," remarks Dresdel.

“He is wonderful…" she replies, watching him leave, snapping back to her, “Make what you wish. We can talk while you cook."

“Certainly, it helps pass the time, but first I need my ingredients," she states, sending off one of her servants, “They're mostly useless but on occasion they prove they can be used for something," she remarks.

Lunara moves to sit at a nearby table, Nameless Shade rushing up to push the chair in, “Mistress," it says gleefully.

Without acknowledging her shade, she says, “You speak about your other creations so fondly, yet those two, so very harshly. Color me curious, why?"

Dresdel eyes the human skeleton, her claws bunching into fists to the point it draws blood, “Those two husks of useless flesh and bones housed the souls that…" she matches her gaze, an angry, burning hatred yet a sorrow trapped behind those blue eyes, “I need to build trust with you."

“Yes, understanding you will help us with our decision to teach you the secrets of immortality."

She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes, “They along with several others murdered my parents. Something about my family line they did not like and wished to eradicate it."

For the first time since Lunara has been with Dresdel her stern controlled look broke ever so slightly. Her eyes widened a little, and a weight upon her heart was felt, “Just like…" she thinks, the control quickly returning, “And then what happened?'

“I hunted them down once I knew who they were, ripped the souls from their bodies and raised their useless husks to serve me, to repay a fraction of the debt owed to me. But even then, they are useless, no matter how much they do. Unfortunately, they are what's left of their group."

Lunara's unrest is felt through all her shades, which move about uneasily, till her control over them increases, returning them to the happy blissful looking purple shades, “That's unfortunate, but you got your revenge."

“It won't replace but what is taken, but it helped me learn the truth about our so-called Gods."

“They are rather stuck up controlling a bunch, aren't they?"

“That's putting it mildly, yeah," she responds, the dragonborn skeleton bringing the supplies into the kitchen, “About damn time, useless stack of bones," she growls, taking the supplies from it, getting to work.

“The drawbacks of having completely mindless servants," she says leaning onto the table, getting a whiff of what's she cooking, luring the black scaled dragonborn back to a time before…

“I make do with what I can. They're nothing but empty flesh vessels anyway," she remarks, sitting down with her food.

“That's something Dasu and I have had to learn too. Luckily, we have our shades to help us out."

“Yes, about them…" she asks, eyeing them from the corners of the room.

“What about them?'

“I've not seen kobolds like that before. I've heard that you make servants though as part of some of your natural talents. Is that true?"

“Yes, they are. But not like your servants if anything. They are a part of me, now and forever. They are my darlings if I were to describe them as anything. Extensions of who I am."

“That means you're very concerned about me then," she motions to Zhade and A Shade.

“I've just met you; it would be unwise to lower my guard, would it not."

“That is something I can agree to is a wise idea," she says, having a small conversation with her, before she finishes, “Will your shades do the cleaning?"

“I can have them do that. Are you going to head off for the night?"

“I've had a long trip, and the respite would be good."

“Excellent, I'll continue to discuss the possibility with my husband. If anything, I'll see if I can make arrangements for you to stay here for an extended period of time. Your determination to be immortal has some admiral traits and this will require some extensive thought. Be warned, tomorrow you'll be doing what I say. The honeymoon period is over, and your efforts to court us to learn our secrets will begin."

She chuckles, giving a tough grin, “I accept your challenge, Lunara. I'll see you in the morning."

She responds with a fiendish grin, “I look forward to it." She watches her leave, the skeletons following behind. She heads off entering the laboratory, “That was a tantalizing discussion with our guest my tyrant," she says with a sultry growl, sauntering over to him, “I know I put you on the spot, but I appreciate the effort to not shade her right then and there," she says, leaning up close.

Dasu swirls a concoction into a new beaker, stirring it with a glass stirring, “You're just in time, blow into this with me. It should capture a fraction of our corruptive essence, instilling it into this elixir."

“Oh my… you're excited about this, aren't you?" she asks, taking a deep breath, unleashing her breath into the beaker with him, her purple breath mixing with his darker purple near black breath, their corruptive essence swirling in the air, rolling across the liquid which darkens by a dozen shades at least turning to a near black ichor.

“Perhaps my huntress, but you do owe me for the trouble you've put me through," he states, pulling back his purple robes, the deadly sharp purple claws pointing down to his twitching pink draconic pillar, “On your knees my huntress and show me how much you love to serve me before my assistant," he states with a deep fiendish chuckle.

“Anything for you my tyrant," she says, kneeling down before him, taking in his delightful aroma, a mark hidden under her clothes right over her sex glows a soft purple, making her loins burn with delight. Her tongue slithers across his twitching member, “I've missed your taste so much."

“I know you have," he states, petting her head, looking over to the dark purple kobold shade that is gleaming with pride and pleasure, “Do you still think I'm that terrible? Look at your daughter, she's loving her position."

The kobold gleams with delight, tail wagging, holding up the alchemic book, yet saying nothing, just a bundle of service ready to obey.

He snerks, “I didn't think so, how about you, my huntress?" he asks, tail sliding between her legs, grinding against her crotch.

“What was that?" she asks, looking up at him, her scales would darken with her blushing delight if they could, her hands caressing the base of his length, taking his member into her mouth with a firm tender, wanting to suckle.

“I didn't think so either," he chuckles.

While the two Shadowscales enjoy each other, Lunara's shades, grouped up together, and started to have a little meeting of their own…

A Shade declares, “Mistress wants us to take her! You saw how rude and obnoxious she is. We can't stand for such insolence against her!"

A Shade replies, “I agree! She talked about staying here for a long time and making preparations for serving her. If that's not an invitation to let our Mistress feed upon her, I don't know what is!"

Nameless pipes up but in a more muted tone, “I'm not sure about this. Mistress didn't tell us what she really wants us to do. Perhaps we should wait and let her do it herself?"

A Shade barks, “And let our Mistress sully her hands on something like that? Impossible!"

Zhade adds, “When was the last time you found anyone that the Mistress didn't want us to shade in her name?"

Several shades respond in kind, approving of this, but Nameless insists, “I still don't know. I love to go along with this but what if we are wrong?"

“We are Mistresses. We are here. We are part of her desires, wants and needs. If we wouldn't want it, if she didn't want it," says another Shade.

Nameless Shade responds, rubbing his claws together, “I suppose so, but it would be best to ask her."

“When did we need to ask her to shade anyone," remarks A Shade, walking over to Nameless, “Take a moment to think about it. You love and praise Mistress as much as all of us. She is wonderful and she hasn't fed in eight days. EIGHT, days. You know what that means."

He gulps, “I do but…"

“If you are so unsure about it, why don't you go ask her."

“She's with the Master and it's important not to disturb her when she's pleasing the Master."

“Exactly, which is why it's up to us to shade this dragonborn for her. I'll need three others to come with me," says Zhade, pointing to A Shade and two others, “Come, we'll use the secret tunnel."

“Right! We'll show this dragonborn what's for!" A Shade declares, she and the other selected shades are running off on their mission, gathering all the supplies they need to pull it off.

Nameless sighs, “It's best to be sure. When Mistress is distracted with Master, she doesn't pay attention to what we're doing… and she did say she'd handle it," he mutters, heading off to see the Mistress, who is in deep passionate sex with her lover, but first the Shades hatch their plan, sneaking into the dragonborn's room, through a hidden trap door under the bed.

When they enter the dark room their red eyes dimly glow. They see within the place that the blue dragonborn is fast asleep but what's more, the heavy dresser is pressed up against the door with the skeletons keeping watch on the door.

Zhade looks to A Shade, “You and I will prepare the straps and tie her down," she then looks at the other two, “You two distract the skeletons when they try to come to save her."

They nod, with their small board and shield, staging behind the skeletons, preparing for what's to come. Zhade and A Shade take the time to tie the ropes around the legs of the bed, tying the other end into nooses, “On three, one… two… three!" They wrap the ropes around her ankles and wrist on one side tugging hard, the dragon stirring awake.

“Huh? What in the Blood of Vol is this!" she declares, about to reach for a weapon when the shades hoop her other hand and leg into the ropes. The kobold shades pull hard to tighten it before she could do anything about it, tugging her arms back and away, “How did they… I should have been more perceptive of secrets in this room. You useless bones, help release me!" she growls.

She struggles against the ropes, the ropes only growing taught, the skeletons turn and tumble over the shades that crouched behind them. They clattered to the ground, and before they could get up the kobolds pounced, striking down her minions, “Useless, completely useless," she growls, the ropes straining against her.

Two sets of glowing eyes appear from the darkness as Zhade, and A Shade climb onto the bed. They giggle between each other, A Shade saying, “You have dishonored our Mistress, now you will know the power of her touch and control."

Zhade remarks, “A bit too good for you, but it will be a fitting end to you," they say, climbing up onto her body, up to her head.

“Do not think you will get me so readily," she states, Zhade moving in for the kiss but is head butted so hard that she's knocked back to the footstool of the bed, “Serves you right," She grins, her claws straining to try to cut away at the ropes on her wrist.

While the shades are moving in, Nameless Shade watches from a short distance away while his Mistress is being plowed by Dasu, his cock slamming into her tight folds, the glow of her marking burning bright, “Yes my tyrant! Take me!" she exclaims, squeezing his wonderful cock, arching her back, almost knocking over a beaker in the process, but the Dark Shade assistant rushes in to save it from destruction.

“Ahh… Mistress?" Nameless softly says, not even drawing the Mistress' attention.

“Harder! Harder! I love it when you ravage me!" she growls, pressing up against Dasu, enjoying his hard firm thrusts, her lustful heat building within her loins.

Nameless climbs up, getting into Lunara's field of view, their red eyes meeting, bringing forth the knowledge that she's been neglecting and in that instant he understands what is going on, “If the guest can't last long enough before Master is done with her, she's better off as a shade…"

With the skeletons dispatched the two-armed shades hop onto the bed, while A Shade holds onto Dresdel's head, “She's all yours!" she says, giggling in delight, ready to watch her fellow shades drain the soul right from her body.

She growls, sparks flicking between her teeth, taking a deep breath, unleashing an electrical blast that lights up the entire room, blackening the stone wall, but also utterly annihilating the two shades, leaving nothing more than their tools laying across the bed. She huffs, and tugs against the bed which rattles and shifts under her strength, “I will destroy all of you."

“I knew you were bad for Mistress," states Shade, standing beside A Shade, “I'll hold her head, you do the honors."

“Really?" she asks with glistening euphoric eyes.

“Yup, just in case she has another one in store, one of us will survive."

“I won't let the Mistress down," she giggles, playfully running her claws along the dragonborn's head, moving in for the kiss, the supernatural ability the shades possess activating, tugging at the dragonborn's essence.

Dresdel cocks her head side to side, while Zhade fighting against the motions to keep the head still, “Come on, hurry up!"

A Shade, grinding herself against the dragonborn's lightly clothed scales, responds, “I'm trying. She's somehow not making it easy for me."

“I'd never make such a thing easy for soul snatchers," she states.

A Shade redoubles her efforts, giving a deep passionate kiss, the flow of energy between them, the tendrils of power grappling the dragonborn's essence, a blue glow coming between them as she works to suck the soul right out of her.

Dresdel pants, moaning, a strange pleasure rushing through her, but she slams her head back, breaking Zhade's grip before smacking A Shade away with a powerful head butt. She growls, gritting her teeth feeling the energy and warmth returned to her, but it feels like she's been hit in the chest, almost all the air knocked out of her lungs, “If it's souls you want…" she remarks, muttering an incantation, “Good thing I learned to cast this hands and components free," she thinks, finishing the spell as spirits of the dead swirl around her. The Shades are suddenly distracted by several souls floating in the air around her.

They are practically drooling at the sight, their eyes glowing a brighter red as a purple haze comes from their mouths, they leap up grabbing and sucking down the souls, buying the dragonborn time, to work away at her bonds, “Good thing I cast it at a higher level, just a bit more and I'll be free."

With a snap, the rope breaks her one claw free; she delves into her spell pouch that's tied to her belt, pulling out a piece of iron. The shades suddenly spin around, eyes widening, “Oh no, she's free!" exclaims A Shade.

“Get her hand before she can cast a spell!" states Zhade but it was too late, they get no more than two steps when they find themselves held in place.

The dragonborn sighs, taking a moment to catch her breath before, working to remove her bondage, “I was a fool for letting my guard down this much," she says, about to remove the last noose around her ankle when the door slams open, smashing the dresser, revealing glowing red eyed dragonborn, Lunara naked as the day she was hatched.

“Shit," she growls, getting up rushing to grab her things but her foot was still snared on the rope causing her to fall just short of her armor and weapon.

“I'm impressed you lasted so long. When I felt my Shades feeding, I thought my chance to experiment was over… you are more interesting than I thought," she states, shifting through the thick shadows, grabbing Dresdel's head just as she manages to grab her morning star.

“I won't be yours to experiment… on…" she states her eyes glazing over, the grip on her morning star loosening till it fell from her hand, landing on the stone with a loud clatter.

“You say that…" she chuckles, “Good thing that modify memory spell worked. I had to cast it at a higher level to ensure I had plenty of room to work with." Lunara takes a deep breath, “You were attacked by a massive shade creeper that snuck into the castle to get us. We fought our assailants, and while you killed one, damaging your room in the process, your skeletal guards destroyed you were beaten down, till I came in to save you, at the risk of my own life. Building an instant bond between us, that you will never forget, gives me a level of trust that you've never given to any other person before. We just finished the fight, the creatures bursting into flame leaving not even ash upon their deaths…"

The dragonborn let's go of her guest, letting the spell take hold in her mind, a few moments later Dresdel's eyes come back to normal, she pants heavily looking around, “Are there anymore?" she asks, growling, rushing to pick up her morning star.

“That was the last of them. I've never in all my years seen them attack the castle like that… Perhaps it was your arrival that brought them here."

“Are you blaming me for this?"

“No, more that your disturbance in the forest could have drawn them here. I do not think you caused this directly."

She takes a deep breath, sighing, “Right… I was too relaxed and now my servants are gone," she looks at the pile of broken bones, “I can't re-raise them in that heavily damaged state."

“I'm sorry, but I'll be sure to make it up to you."

“How?"

“Let's worry about that in the morning. Come, let me help you gather your things. There's a room next to ours you can stay in. I'll be safer, just in case they attack again."

“Trusting me to stay close to your sleeping quarters?

“After what we've been through? Yes," she says with a smile, the two surviving Shades having already disappeared and away, not wanting to draw attention to them.

Dresdel takes a moment to process everything, but smiles for the first time, “That sounds nice," she states, gathering her things, following Lunara deeper into the castle, staying in now a much larger and regal room right across the hallway from her hosts, their room even larger and better furnished. “I'll get some rest."

“Good idea, I'll see you in the morning, Dresdel."

“Later," she says, closing the door.

Luanda's friendly smile fades in an instant, “She's still rough. We'll try to fix that. Imagine corrupting someone to be proper and polite… amongst other things," she internally chuckles entering her room, where Dasu relaxes across satin bed sheets.

“She's not a shade?"

“Surprisingly no. She used a spell to feed the Shades to buy her time. I'll taste the quality of the souls they gathered in the morning."

He sits up, keeping his telepathic connection going, “She cast a spell that brought souls here to protect her. And they were worth your shades to eat?"

“I bet they won't taste good, but we'll know tomorrow. Our guest will be sleeping across the hallway from us. A perfect place for us to watch and monitor her changes."

Dasu grins, “Perfect," he thinks, pulling the bed sheets over himself once Lunara is in bed with him, pulling her against his body, in a domineering controlling grip, drifting off to sleep.

The following day, Dresdel is first to awaken, in her mithril armor, ready for a fight, but is in the kitchen cooking herself up some breakfast. Lunara walks into the kitchen, looking a bit exhausted. The blue dragon born greetings, “Morning. Did you want something to eat?"

Lunara waves her hand, sitting at the table, eyeing the cup of water, “No, I had something already," she replies, thinking, “I'd rather eat dirt than those souls again… but they did satiate my hunger… for now."

“Okay. I'll be ready to start any training after this, will that be alright?"

“Yes, that will be fine," she says, watching her, waiting for the moment to pull out the black vial, to spill a few drops of it into her drink, “Tell me Dresdel, so I can get to know you better as my student. Have you ever thought of having a relationship?"

She shoots her a curious look, “Are you asking if you want to be in a relationship with me?"

She waves her hands, “No, no. I'm curious if you've ever run into that special someone, like I have with Dasu."

“To be honest… no, I haven't."

“Haven't found the right man? Woman?"

“I'd prefer a man if that is what you're asking. Someone to have kids with… but I haven't really given it much more thought than that. I'm too busy living my life to worry about settling down. Sex is a distraction from the task at hand."

“Fascinating," she says, using this moment to spike her drink.

“I guess being immortal with the one you love is a nice idea though," she says, finishing her food preparations, sitting down besides, chowing down.

“There are perks for sure, but to better know you Dresdel, how far are you willing to go to achieve immortality?"

She's about to take a drink of her water, Lunara eyeing the cup, watching her put it back down, “If you are saying I have limits? Yes. I don't think my immortality should be achieved at the death of innocent people, children especially. I'm not here to be a monster. But I want to overcome the limitations the Gods have placed upon us, and if this turns into a dead end, I'll take what I can get and move on. Does that clarify?" she asks, taking a nice big drink of her water.

Lunara smiles, “Yes, that does, thank you," she responds, watching her reaction, noticing nothing at first, but then there's a flicker in Dresdel's eye, a shift in eye color? She visibly twitches in front of her, “What is it?" she asked.

She tilts her head, “N-nothing. It's just… it's nothing," she says, shrugging off a strange tingle she felt through her body. She takes another bite of her food, but then stops.

“What is it?"

“It's just that… Does this food taste off to you?" she asks, offering her some.

“Sorry I just ate, I couldn't have another bite of anything right now," she says, waving her off.

“Alright…" she resumes eating, takes a moment to chew before shrugging it off, “Maybe it's just me. Probably excited to start my training."

“It'll be tough, and you'll have to understand yourself in ways you never thought possible."

She grinned, “I like that sound of that."

“You'll have to tame powers unknown to you."

“And?"

“I'm just letting you know but given this is your first day…" she says, looking her over, “We'll start with studying. Knowing about a soul and what yours can give you is important."

“The life essence that keeps our mortal husks moving."

“You understand a little bit already, good, good. Once you're done eating, come, I have some books for you to read."

“I think I'm done," she says, having finished though not all of her meal, but grabbing the cup of water with her.

“Excellent, right this way," she says, leading her down to a massive, magnificent library which seems to be unusually well preserved. A dozen books lay on top of each other, with one already open on a book stand, a table with parchment and ink quill standing next to it, “This is where you'll start your studies. I'll be here to provide you aid and answer questions, so don't hesitate to ask," she says, running her claws along the edges of the book stand, “Are you ready?"

“I am," she states, finishing her drink, placing it onto the writing desk, looking over the text, “This appears to be… a form of draconic I am not familiar with…" she states.

Lunara moves in from behind, pressing her breasts against her back, “Do you not know shadow draconic?"

“I have not heard of it before."

“Well then…" she grins, leaning in uncomfortably close against her armor, “Let me help you read it," she says, running her claws along the text, “It's a branch of ancient draconic."

“I know that language."

“Good, good, it has a lot of similar roots, let's begin, shall we?"

“The sooner the better, I'm not getting any younger," she states, not reacting to the close proximity of her hostess against her, her eyes focused on the text before her, learning not only its secrets but the language within. Shades move about the room, bringing in fresh drink for the dragonborn to consume, laced with more of the elixir.

“I can feel her body shudder with each drink, yet there is a resistance, is it from the divine or something else?"

Dasu responds from his alchemy lab, “It could be something about her religious order. They seek divinity within. Continue your work and monitoring. In a few hours I'll want time with her. Even though those souls tasted like swamp water, they were filling enough to be good in an emergency. Having knowledge, I don't have tempts me to just make her into one of my shades."

“My tyrant, it is a very tempting idea, but she is mine to corrupt."

“And it will be wonderful to see you do it," he chuckles mentally to her, looking at Dark Shade, “You had no idea just how special your daughter was, but I've really unlocked her potential."

The gleamy eyed kobold simply smiles, happy to hold the book open for him like a mere bookstand, seemingly lost in his service to his Master, utterly pleased to be where he is now, lost to anything that is not directly relevant to Master and his desires.

“Not that you had many ideas yourself, but you certainly don't know," Dasu chuckles, pleased to receive Dresdel many hours later. He looks over her, not noticing any visible changes in the dragonborn's body.

“You needed me?" Dresdel asks.

“Her manners need improving," he thinks.

Lunara looks at Dresdel, back at Dasu, “I'll be working on it, having her become more alluring will be to our benefit."

“Please do," he thinks, approaching them, “Dresdel, that spell you used to protect yourself from the shade attack."

“Spirit shroud?" she asks, cocking her head to the said, “You don't know of it?" she asks with a sly grin.

“It can happen…" he swallows a lump in his throat, relaxing the clench in his claws, “Tell me about it."

“It is a fairly new spell," she explains, with a hint of pride and smugness in her voice.

“If we are to teach you more, you'll have to provide for us. You'll be teaching us the spell."

“My spells come from within, but as a member of the Blood of Vol we understand that our divine spells are from us, and I will do everything I can to teach you to unlock this power, so you may cast the divine spells. It doesn't need a higher power, it only needs you and what's within."

Dasu grins fiendishly, eyes glowing red, “I assure you Dresdel, I have a lot of internal power from within, and it shouldn't take me too long to unlock whatever power I have yet to discover."

“Don't be so confident, coming to this with an understanding that I am to the teacher, and you the student."

He glares, “And you should know that I have far more to teach you than the other way around, so watch your tongue," he states.

“Calm yourself my tyrant."

“She will pay for this insolence."

“She will, I'll corrupt her into a well-spoken shadowscale."

“You best hurry or the only shadowscales that will be here, will be us."

“I understand my tyrant."

Dresdel takes a deep breath, “I'll give you that point. Shall we begin?" she asks, her claws running across her holy symbol, a silver dragon skull that contains a blood red gem shaped like a teardrop.

“Yes, where do we start?'

“First, you'll need to…"

Those first few days were an experience for all those involved. Dasu and Lunara talk in the alchemy lab, concocting the newest potion, “My Huntress, how's her progress going? It's been a week having our potions. Her scales and eyes are still blue, she's as brash as ever, what have you learned?"

“It ebbs and flows, with each potion she drinks that rush grows. Her hunger for own food has dropped to two thirds of what it was, but over days she slowly recovers, but with each dose the recovery grows ever slower. Her ability to pick up our tongue has increased. The closer she gets to corruption the faster she learns."

“Our language is inherent to our kind. It's feeding her knowledge and picking up tells a little bit. She can see in the dark better than before. And her moral stance has cracked."

Dasu's disinterest instantly faded away, “Oh?" he moves in closer, wrapping his arms around her, pressing himself up against her, “Tell me more."

“Well…" she says with an evil grin, going into detail, pressing herself up against her lover.

Dresdel cooks her breakfast, looking over to Nameless Shade, who has been watching her the entire, “What is it that you want?" she asks.

“I'm making sure you're well."

“If you wanted that, you'd not declare so loudly that Lunara was awake."

“Mistress going to sleep is a wonderful thing, and splendid when she wakes up, its worth announcing."

“But you are all connected to her, you'll know when she's awake, it is not needed."

“You're not connected to our wonderful Mistress," he responds with big glowing red eyes.

She sighed, finishing cooking, sitting down at the table, Lunara entering, “Morning," she remarked.

“Sorry I'm a little late," says Lunara, moving behind Dresdel, running her hands along the dragonborn's shoulders.

She shifts her weight, the armor clanking, “You don't eat with me, it doesn't matter if you are late or not."

“I suppose," she says, moving in closer, breasts pressing against the back of her head, feeling Dresdel pull her head forward.

“I'll finish quickly. I can't wait to get back to the books."

“Before we do that…" she says, getting closer.

She leans forward as much as she can, “We're changing things up?'

“I want to start to enhance your abilities."

She looks up at her, eyes meeting, her sternness returning, “What do you mean?"

She takes this moment to spike the dragonborn's drink, “You'll see, you'll just have to trust me," she replies, pulling back, watching her shift back to a comfortable stance, “Something is there, perfect," she thinks, watching her take a sip of her drinking, her tail twitching, claws twitching, a shiver running down her spine and when she's done eating, she leaves almost half the food she's made before her, “Were you not hungry?"

“My eyes might have been bigger than my stomach. I'll eat the rest for lunch. Waste not, want not, “she says, feeling a little off in her stomach, a lingering hunger that she can't put her finger on, but it slowly fades into the background of sensations like the weight of her armor.

“I'm sure it's nothing."

“Yeah, must be," she states, looking over to Nameless Shade.

“What? You are lucky to be in the Mistress' presence so much."

She huffs, “I'm worth it and then some," she states following Dresdel.

Nameless thinking, “No one but Master is worth Mistress."

“The tomes on souls are fascinating though. To draw energy from them? How they are bound to the flesh, yet their own entity and that energy contains the knowledge of the person much like the body does with speak with dead."

Lunara shakes her head, “You're getting it but not yet. The body is still connected to the soul, and that's why the body has knowledge."

“So if there was no soul at all, the body would not have knowledge."

“It would not exist at all."

“Hmm, curious," she replies, reaching the laboratory.

Dasu is reading from his book, grinding some herbs in a mortar and pedestal. “Welcome, sit over there in the chair, Dresdel will do the rest putting the jewel of power onto you."

“Jewel of power?" she asks, sitting down, her armor clanking, leaning back into the chair as it creaks under her weight.

“In order to harness your own essence, soul as it were, we'll need to increase your power. But if we do it too fast, you'll not be able to control it, no matter how good you think you are. We'll do it in steps."

She nods, claws tapping across the arm rest, “Let's get this done. I don't feel I need to enhance my power in such a way but if it will help me reach immortality, I'll do it."

Lunara grabs a silver ring with a red ruby. Inside there's small needles ready to drive into the dragonborn's scaled 'hair'. She admires the scale dreadlocks, picking one that fits her needs, “You might feel a pinch."

Dasu watched, slowly grinding the herbs, “How far are you willing to go for immortality I wonder…"

“There's a lot I'm willing to do, I'd not harm someone for it, but that goes without saying, but a little suffering to those who deserve it? I don't think I'd mind," she says with a slightly fiendish smirk.

Dasu nods, “It's good to remain levelheaded in the pursuit of immortality," he replies, thinking to Lunara, “It's wonderful to see the cracks in person."

“I know it is great, but they'll only get bigger," she thinks, snapping the ring around Dresdel's scaled hair. The needs push into her scale the gem glowing for a brief instant, locking itself to her body.

“Ah…" she says, shuddering, gripping the chair, claws digging in, her sex twitches, something about this feels… off, but in the back of her mind she thinks, “I trust her. She helped save my life. It's for reaching godhood. That's fine, anything for my goals, yes."

“There's the pinch. How do you feel?" Lunara asks, holding out her hand.

She looks up at her, feeling a warmth within her, taking the hand, feeling her heart thump a bit harder, “I… I feel fine," she stiffens herself, “Let's continue my studies."

“Dresdel, maybe you should show a little appreciation when such gifts are given to you? I bet your parents would not have approved of you being so callous to your hostess."

She tenses, gritting her teeth the words stung more than any blow she's ever had. She runs her claw along her scar, taking a deep breath, “Sorry. Thank you for the gift. I appreciate it," she says, reaching to touch it, unable to see that the scales around the jewelry are darkening to a black that matches her hosts, “Can we continue the studies?"

“Yes, please, shades? Lead the way," commands Dresdel.

A Shade wags her tail in delight, “With pleasure Mistress!" she rushes ahead pushing doors open right to the library, where she left off last night is still there. Piles of notes sit off to one side, as a half-read book sits on the book stand.

“There's so much to still learn," she says, moving up to the bookstand, starting to read.

“It's nice to have company of another in the castle again. It's great to be with my love, and our shades, but to have another? It's rather… delightful."

“Perhaps you should open a school then," she chuckles, grinning, putting her nose to the book.

“Perhaps, but only if I have lovely pupils like yourself," she says, growling playfully, moving in close, looking over her shoulder, pressing her breast against her armor, sensing the uncomforted from Dresdel, tasting it in the air.

Pound, pound, pound, a tingle runs through her, the closeness of the other dragonborn against her, her claws against her scales, were they always this nice? She shakes the sensation out of her mind, “Few are as good as me, but… this word, what does it mean?" she asks.

“Oh, that one?" she asks, thinking, “She knows that one, she's trying to change topics, how cute, but her resistance. The struggle, the fight? This makes it all the more delicious. You won't stop it, but watching you fall will bring my mate and I so much pleasure _." _ She leans in closer, sensing her pull away, “Sure, I can show you, it means…"

The next two week continued the progression of Dresdel's training and corruption. The dragonborn is unaware of the corruption bubbling up within her. She reads through a seemingly endless stream of books. Her claws gently dance over the newest piece of jewelry placed on her dreads, the third one. She shudders a little, thinking, “I should have eaten a bit more today. Perhaps that is what is going on," she thinks, mulling through the material.

“Dresdel, this is where you are," says Lunara entering the dimly lit library, “Hitting the books early? I normally catch you eating breakfast."

“I didn't feel that hungry this morning, I'll eat in a bit, but I feel like I am improving my understanding of this type of soul magic, it's not like necromancy, it's clearly different even with the necromantic undertones," not even looking up. Her body tenses, a tingle running down her spine, her breathing grows heavy.

A clatter of a cup on the writing board, “I brought you a drink in case you got a little thirsty," she says with a grin.

She looks up, taken aback by the satin red gown over her form, her curves shown through the clothing, which makes her feel… funny, but she pushes the sensation away, “Thanks, thanks. I have been a little thirsty," she responds, taking a drink. In the darkness the flash of a glowing red, that fades two or three seconds later, “Well… you look…"

“Beautiful? I know, I thought I would wear something a bit more casual today," she says, with a little spin, the skirt rising up.

She clears her throat, “It looks fine, but I should get back to my studies. I feel like I'm really learning something here."

“Thirsting for knowledge, aren't you?" she says, moving in close, “Already made a good dent in this book."

“There're secrets of actual immortality here. And you're letting me delve into it. How can I not feel excited? It sends a rush through me."

“And you're near fluent in the language, a bit of a natural, aren't you?" she asks, moving in close, placing her hand on Dresdel's claw, “I bet you are a natural in a lot of things."

Her claw twitches, looking up at her, “Just a lot of hard work, that's all," she adverts her gaze, looking into the book, “To think that a soul is far more complex than anything else I've read about before. It makes sense, given how there's a so-called afterlife for those who pander to the Gods," she huffs.

“You really don't like the Gods, do you?" she asks, moving in closer, pressing herself up against her armor.

“You've done nothing for me, only caused pain and suffering. Screw them."

“You know I bet there is something you could really…" she says trailing off, looking her over.

“Look, look. I'm here to learn about immortality, not immorality."

“What are morals than rules what Gods tell you to do?"

She huffs, “Perhaps, but really, this is important. I don't have the time, maybe if I was immortal, I'd have the time to… never mind," she shakes her head, flipping the page, dipping the quill into ink, squibbling down some notes.

“Time for what?" she asks, leaning in close, “You know, you'd probably be able to work better if you weren't in that armor."

“It protects me from unexpected dangers."

She waves it off, “Pff, dangers? Here? Don't you trust us?"

“What about the shade attack?"

“I've put things in place, and my shades will keep a lookout, Zhade and A Shade are very good at guarding this place."

“Not from someone like me," she responds with a sly grin.

“They are weak in terms of your diving casting, but they let me know when something is wrong faster than you know."

“That's the connection you have between you and your shades."

“It is, and we can reform our shades whenever they get destroyed if we so choose. They are bound to us, part of us, and the most loyal servants anyone could have ever hoped for, and cute as a button," she says with a giggle.

“It's a useful ability, using soul energy?"

“Something like that, it's the best way to describe it."

“Will it be something I will be able to do?'

She grins, “In time, I can say it's a certainty, and your work ethic? It is admirable, spending twelve, sixteen hours here every day, barely eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I'm shocked you aren't famished."

“My drive motivates me, other things are secondary," she states.

“Almost nothing to stop in your way to reach it, is there?"

“I have my limits…" she states, eyeing her.

“Such as?"

“You ask me that a lot, don't you?"

“It helps me ensure you're being truthful. If you were lying, you'd mess up your story sooner or later."

“Given we are talking about the possibility of achieving immortality."

“There's no possibility, Dres, it's very much a certainty."

She quirks an eye ridge, “Dres? My name is Dresdel," she says with a huff.

“Sorry, sorry, I've just felt after all these weeks being with you, that I've grown a little close to you. I hope you don't mind, do you Dres?"

She shifts, flicking her tail, “I've enjoyed the time spent with you. You've helped me learn a lot, and I am appreciative of that, thank you, but…"

She walks to the other side of the book stand, leaning in close, showing off the top of her scaled breasts, “But what?" she asks, her eyes glowing a soft read, drawing Dresdel's attention, her body lifted up, really pushing her bust toward her.

Nameless is watching from his kneeling position, the Mistress stepping on him, filling him with joy and pleasure, bubbling in delight, thinking, “Come on Mistress, you can tempt this goody good cleric."

She smirks, “But… I need to study and be a studious student, shouldn't I?"

With a soft huff, she steps off Nameless, “True… I'm very pleased with your work. I'm encouraged by what you've accomplished and the understanding you've come to obtain thus far," she says, continuing to help, and study the blue dragonborn's reactions, and progression.

Dresdel works pleasantly with her, her notes improving, her excitement of what she'll find next growing, but still something feels off in the back of her mind… her body, she's not sure what, “I should eat more… dinner I'll eat more," she thinks, getting through a third of her ideal meal before she starts to force herself to partake in it.

Lunara is there, with Zhade and A Shade keeping watching, “Is everything alright Dres?"

“I told you to call me Dresdel, please?"

“Oh, alright, but it seems you've not been eating, are you ill?" she asks, moving close.

“I'm fine, maybe a bit overworked."

“Perhaps I can do something to help you relax?" she asks, reaching over to touch her hand, but she pulls away.

“Really, I'm fine," she responds, eyeing her, a warmth filling her loins, “But thank you for the consideration. I've enjoyed your company. Dasu's as well, though I know he's often busy."

“The spells you've taught us have come in handy in his research, but he gets drawn into his books, he often doesn't have time for anything else… It can leave one lonely."

“Ah… hmm, sorry to hear that, but you make a good couple when you're together."

“You think so?"

“Yeah, sometimes you may… well"

“May what?"

“Really be aggressive, show him how much you really mean to him. Show him just what you can do and express your love for him."

“I've never heard you talk that way before, it's rather exciting."

She huffs, “Save it for him. Really, I'm not that type of person," she says, eyeing over her for a moment.

“What? Am I not gorgeous?"

“You're quite lovely… but I'm not like that."

“Like what?"

“Nothing," she replies, stuffing her face full of food, forcing herself to swallow down, “What's wrong with me. I already feel like I'm stuffed, and I could hurl this food back up, but I know I haven't eaten much… yet I feel hungry… strange."

Lunara watches her eat, noting her struggles, thinking to Dasu, “She's getting flustered by my motions. She's trying to resist it, but it's there. It's rather cute."

She hears Dasu respond, “Wonderful. Make her squirm, struggle. See how far you can push her. Break her of her old desires, so I may be the only one to ravage her when I want."

“My tyrant… that sounds wonderful. Perhaps I'll take her advice and ravage you tonight. We'll make it extra loud just for her."

He cackles, “Perfect."

Lunara moves in close, “Are you sure you're alright?"

She swallows the last bit of food, washing it down with her drink, “Y-yeah… I should go. Get some rest."

“I'll have my shades show you the way."

“I know the way, have a good night."

“You as well," she replies, hiding her dark smile.

When Dresdel reaches her room she closes the door, letting out a sigh, “What is with you Dresdel? You came here for immortality, that's it. Nothing else. Nothing else. She strips of her armor, placing it beside her bed, looking over her blue scales, that in this darkness could be mistaken for black, hiding the darker shade they've become, “Maybe I'll sleep in tomorrow… just to regain my strength," she mutters, sinking into the soft satin bed sheets, almost slipping into a light sleep sometime later when she hears a moan coming from across the hallway.

A Shade grins, having opened the door, she slinks into the room, quietly watching Dresdel, letting her Mistress know that the deed has been done, the moaning and groaning growing louder. Lunara's passion with her mate causes Dresdel to feel a tingle run through her body. Her claws trace along her scales as she listens.

Dasu grips Lunara from behind, squeezing her breasts hard, his cock rubbing against her sex, his growls are low as he licks across her scales, “How is she holding up?"

She moans loudly, pressing up against him, “Yes… yes, please my love, give it to me, I've missed your touch, your claws against mine, “She's squirming in bed. Make me moan loudly, take me hard, my tyrant. Make her crave what she's missing from either of us."

“With pleasure," he growls, his Dark Shade watching by the nightstand, eyes big, red glowing, in awe of how wonderful his Master is, quietly watching his daughter being taken by such a powerful dragonborn. Another one of his dark purple shades slip into Dresdel's bedroom, standing hiding in the corner, watching her, allowing both him and his lover to see through their shades' eyes at the corruption they are bringing down upon the once chaste cleric. While several other shades such as Nameless and Zhade admire their Mistress and how gorgeous she is.

The moans flood into Dresdel's room. She tosses and turns, legs grinding against each other, claws rubbing along her chest. She pants, and flicks her tail, “I should tell them to be quiet but… it was my idea… and… it would be rude to stop them… I should just try to get some sleep," she grunts, muttering the words to herself, tossing and turning in bed, the covers sliding off, revealing her naked form. Her sex glistening with heat, the sense of lust bubbling up within her.

“My love… oh… oh…harder, harder!" exclaims Lunara.

Dresdel growls, claws gripping her breasts, squeezing them, rubbing them together, her legs rubbing against the other, “Fuck… focus Dresdel, just close your eyes and get some sleep," she groans, images of Lunara filling her mind in flashes, to match the moans, bursts of darkness and purple haze, imagining what she looks like under those robes that dripping…

Her claws venture further down her body, teasing herself, till she touches her sex. They tap her hot flesh, it twitches as she takes it easy, signs that she's never before done this show, which drive Dasu and Lunara wild into a hotter rut, the bed creaking under Dasu's forceful thrusts while his mate doesn't need to fake her moans as she's driven into states of pure ecstasy.

The gems in her hair glow, but their light is hidden by the pillows and her head, her body arching as she touches her sex, legs spreading instinctively as she gives a few tender love taps, “A-ah…" she groans, slowly rubbing her draconic vent, pressing down, harder and harder as her hand becomes slick with her own juices, hips starting to buck with the movement.

“She's a virgin to even masturbation… how delightful," Dasu thinks he pins Lunara to the bed, leaving her head hanging over the side, so she can loan freely as he jackhammers into her.

“Breaking her sexuality and virginity in one go, I can feel her giving in more…" she giggles into her lover's mind, gripping his cock hard between her wet folds just as Dresdel drives her claws into herself for the first time.

“Fuck…fuck," she pants, her holy symbol necklace shifts to her side, as she tightly grips one of her breasts, the images of Lunara continue to flip through her mind, images matching the voice, the moans, the creaking of the bed, syncing up with the mental image of her eating the dragon born out. Faster, harder, quicker, the pair matching pace of the blue dragonborn's own decline till she can't hold herself back anymore, screaming out in delight, which is overshadowed by the blissful climax of the two shadowscales.

Tired and exhausted Dasu and Lunara feel satisfied with their progress with their little experiment, their shades pulling back while Dresdel slowly pulls her claw out of her sex, panting heavy as she looks at the wet scales, unable to see them glisten in the darkness. Her mental haze clearing as she curls her toes, bringing her claws close to her mouth about to test her own essence when she pulls them away, “Get ahold of herself Dresdel, don't lose sight of your goal."

With each passing day her focus will become ever harder and when she leans in that chair some weeks later, clenching at the arm rests, she feels the prick of the next ring to her scaled hair, “That's five. A few more and you'll be done," says Lunara.

The shift in Dresdel's mind is nearly unnoticed by her, but that growing hunger within her, one of many, caresses the back of her dark hidden suppressed thoughts. She's dressed in softer clothing, armor left back in her room for some time, now beginning to gather dust. She pushes herself out of the chair, running her fingers through her dreads, flicking them to the side with a slight tease, “How do I look?" she asks.

“Wonderful if I don't say so myself," says Lunara, her words causing a flutter within Dresdel's stomach, her purple-colored eyes look over at her for a moment, enjoying her gorgeous gown she's wearing, before she looks over at Dasu, who is pouring a new potion onto a shade that is slowly dissolving away under the acidic concoction.

“Thank you Dasu for your help. Our tri-weekly magic lessons have been coming in hand. I feel I'm really starting to get an idea of the magic you possess and wield."

He smirks, “Your gratitude is appreciated."

“Today is a book reading day Dres, shall we get going?" she asks, reaching out and grabbing Dresdel's hand.

There's a slight tug, but she doesn't pull away from the dragonborn's grip, “It is, yes, let's go."

Dasu interrupts, “Before you do."

“Yes love?" asks Lunara

“What is it sir?" inquires Dresdel.

“I've heard you've been having trouble eating, you're down to just a single full meal a day."

“I've just not felt that hungry."

“Your health is important. There are potions to help cover for your lack of consumption. Take this, it will keep you strong and focused," he says, pulling out a dark purple potion. It swirls with a slight haze within the liquid.

She takes the potion in her claws, feeling a warmth behind the glass, “The whole thing?"

“In place of a meal, take a drink. There's enough there to last you a few days."

“Oh… thank you."

“Did you eat breakfast today?'

“No, I haven't."

“Take a mouth full then."

“Alright," she replies, pulling back the glass stopper, chugging down the smooth yet tasteless drink. It has a light purple haze blow from her mouth when she breathes out but it quickly fads. Her eyes darken from purple to red, but her scales remain the dark shade of blue they've been for over two weeks. She shakes the willies out of her, putting the rest into a pouch."

“How do you feel?"

“Much better, I think. Thanks, it really works," she replies, her eyes having that deep piercing blood red to them.

“Before you continue your study… if I were to say that you'd have to shorten the lives of a thousand people around to achieve immortality, would you, do it?"

“What kind of people?"

Dasu's grin grows wider, “Sentient creatures like you and I."

“Any kind of people?"

“Any."

“What's the duration of time I'd take?"

“Half of their remaining lives."

“Hmm, that is a tough one. If they were criminals? Sure, if they had a death penalty, could I double up on them?"

“Sure, why not."

“If it's a bunch of criminals and perhaps, do it in lieu of their time served, I don't see a problem with that."

“Is that the extent that you're willing to go?"

“I think so, why?"

“Simply a curiosity, you may go."

Dreidel eyes him curiously, “Shall we be off Lunara?"

“Yes, let's," she says, looking back at Dasu, “She's getting there."

“Let me know when the eyes shift back."

“I will my tyrant," she thinks, reaching the study, a brand-new set of books are laid across the tables and stand, shades are busily working to get the place ready for their arrival and it takes and it's not till a half an hour or so later that the red glow from her eyes fade back to that deep purple hue, “It's gone."

“Longest yet, but that was a more concentrated dose. Curious her scales aren't changing further but her grip on the life of others is loosening."

“So is her sexual urges," she thinks, helping her continue her studies.

“I'll be watching," he says, Lunara catching one of his shades hiding out in the top bookshelves, keeping a close red glowing eye look on the two.

Dresdel reaches one point in the current texts she's reading, rubbing her chin, tail raising slightly, “Lunara, I need a little help here."

“What is it Dres?" she asks, slipping up behind her, breasts pressing up against her lightly clothed backside. The black dragonborn notices the smile creeping along Dresdel's muzzle and the subtle push back up against her."

“This here about soul manipulation. It almost reads as if its other people's souls that are manipulated and not just my own. Where if I read this correctly, adding their essence to myself," she asks.

“Hmm," Dresdel says, pressing her body up against her, a claw running along Dresdel's side, making her squirm, “It's a connection between souls, exchange of knowledge, a bond that is forged through it. Like becoming very close to someone."

“L-Lunara…" she responds, feeling her cheeks heat up.

“Please, it's just us here. Call me Luna," she says, standing on top of Nameless Shade to give herself a kobold up on the other dragonborn.

“Luna… I appreciate your help here, I really do."

“I love to be of assistance. I've really grown to like you Dres," she says, her scales sliding across Dresdel's body, her hot breath blowing across her muzzle. The display draws other shades in the area, all wanting to watch their Mistress at work, but few are more excited than A Shade, who relishes in such lewd displays.

“Yes Mistress, you are so beautiful. Show that insolent dragonborn who the real Mistress is."

She moans, her sex twitching, heat building up within her loins, “I-I like you too Luna, but you have a husband this is just…" she groans, putting both claws onto the lectern, propping herself up while Lunara slips her claws into the dragonborn's hot and needing sex.

“As I said, he's often too busy doing alchemy, I love him dearly, but sometimes I need more," she teases, pushing in deeper, pumping her claws into those wet folds.

Dresdel closes her eyes, bucking up against her, loving the touch of her friend against her scales, the warm embrace, the squeezing of her breast. It was all like she imagined and then something. It made her loins burn even hotter, rewarding for actions, her instincts growing stronger as she tightly grips the black dragonborn's claws, tail coiling around her lover's body, “Luna…."

“Dres," she hisses, nuzzling and kissing Dresdel's cheek, the other kobolds growing excited.

“This is it, this is when Mistress turns her into a shade! I've been waiting for this moment," A Shade thinks, the thoughts of the other shades watching aren't that far behind, their eyes glistening in delight, and pleasure, ready to see the birth of another sister.

Lunara feels that itch within her. The part of her hungering to just rip this corrupted soul right out of Dresdel's body. She'd never see it coming at this point, it's so easy. She's so close to it that she could taste it. Just a kiss, a pull, and let it flow into her. The power of this soul could make her grow so much stronger all she had to do… She slips her claws deeper into the blue dragonborn's body, pumping hard into her hungry needy sex, showing her the bliss of her budding lesbian nature, while she pushes down her own desires, “I have bigger plans for you Dres."

Dresdel bites her lower lip, holding back a moan, but then she's taken harder, faster, the heat bubbling up within her loins, the pressure behind her damn growing ever stronger, “Luna…" she moans, leaning into the kiss.

Lunara's claws run deep, along the dragonborn's hymen, the physical sign that she's never been taken by another, and with one quick flick of a claw, she cuts right through it, officially breaking Dresdel's virginity, and using a bit of magic to send her lover over the edge.

The gems in Dresdel's jewelry glow, feeding the burning lust for a woman's touch, the image flash burned into her mind of her first sexual experience was with another woman… and she loved it. Her hot juices gush out of her body, staining her dress. Her claws rake across the sides of the lectern, using all of her massive strength just to remain standing, never before has she ever felt this weak in the knees.

The sexual haze slowly dissipates from Dresdel's mind, the realization of what happened makes her go stiff. She feels the warmth of Lunara's sex against the base of her tail, the warm bust against the back of her head, making her feel good deep within her, but she shakes the sensation off, “Luna… Lunara, this is not right. You have a loving husband, no matter how busy he is… I don't want to get in the way of it."

“Are you sure? This has been rather fun," she playfully growls, leaning in closer, whispering, “I won't tell if you don't."

She stiffens, “That's not the point. I'm sorry but we have to put an end to this here. It's gone on far longer than it should have," she says with a pant, struggling with the words.

Dasu whispers into Lunara's mind, “I love how flustered you made her. Were you her first?"

She grins, “I was. Her clerical virginity is mine."

“Perfect. Keep going, but don't press harder than you have to. We still have time before our experiment is over."

“Yes my tyrant," she thinks, leaning in close to Dresdel, “Come on, after what I gave you? You couldn't share a little and give some back?"

Dresdel takes a deep breath, reaching up to caress her holy symbol, “I have to keep focused. I'm sorry if something I did led you astray, but this is not right, can you forgive me?"

She huffs, pulling her hand from underneath her lover's skirt, licking her claws, and the bit of blood that came with the breaking of the hymen, “Alright. Let's continue these studies and not speak of this again."

With a long drawn-out sigh she nods, “Thank you."

“I will say though that you do taste lovely, almost as good as me."

“Luna…" she huffs, making her think, “I wonder how does she taste compared to me? Wait! What's wrong with me, I don't even know how I taste." That question though would be answered that very night. The lustful sensation fed by another hard night of sex between the two black dragonborn lovers.

The next following weeks were interesting with the dragonborn getting her sixth and seventh rings on her hair, each one helping her break down her sexual constraints and inhibitions, funneling into that lustful desire, that one night with Lunara lingering in the back of her mind until one fateful afternoon…

Dresdel and Lunara finished a spell sparring match, using only spells that a shadowscale would use. The courtyard is torn and damaged from the fight. A dozen shades watched and cheered on Lunara, Zhade, Nameless and A Shade being some of the loudest cheerleaders for their Mistress while a single dark purple shade watched from a hidden location. Their light clothing torn and damaged, Lunara's almost falling off her body, which keeps drawing Dresdel's attention.

Dresdel approaches, flicking her dreads off the side, her hips swaying, bust showing off, which if the dragonborn didn't know better were larger than they were before, of course Lunara knew they were. The scales were a dark blue and in some forms of light could be considered to be a black, “That was a wonderful fight, Luna."

“Dres, you never cease to amaze me of how good you've gotten," she says, holding out her claw.

“It's an honor to train with you," she replies, giving it a firm shake, the clothes she's wearing almost falling off, but Lunara feigns trying to keep it up with any earnest.

Dresdel pulls away, “I think I need another drink of that potion, I've been feeling a bit famished," she says, pulling it out of her pouch.

“Are you sure? When's the last time you had a solid meal?"

“Three days? Four? It'll be fine," she says, waving her claw, taking a drink, her claws twitching as she finishes the bottle, her eyes shifting to a deep red, the scales taking another step towards black, as a tingle rushes through her body, a huff of purple smoke exits her mouth as she sighs, “That's better."

“Oh, you're out, I should go see if Dasu can make you another bottle," she takes a step but is grabbed by Dresdel, “Dres?"

She smiles, “What's the hurry? I won't need it for hours and he knows I was getting low. Let's relax outside a bit. You've worked hard yourself and deserve a bit of you time," she says, guiding her over to the overgrown fountain that hasn't seen a drop of water in what could be decades if not longer.

The black dragonborn moves with the flow, sitting down on the fountain's edge, “You're right I do need to rest up a bit," she responds, letting her dress slip off, “I hope you don't mind. Nothing to hide between us girls, right?'

Dresdel admires her lovely curves and feminine form, “Of course, there's nothing you have that I don't," she says with a playful wink, her glowing red eyes nearly matching Lunara's own.

“True," she says, wiggling out of her clothes completely, kicking them off to the side, “Liberating, perhaps you'd like to join me, in a bit of liberation?'

“Don't mind if I do, we're friends after all," she replies, revealing her scales shift from her original natural blue to the darker near black colors, her belly scales showing the greatest shade of the original blue."

“Dres, your progress on the study of shadowscale magic has been remarkable, and I feel you are getting very close to being receptive to receive the gift of immortality."

She leans closer to her, “You don't say? Well, it's all because I've had a wonderful and gorgeous teacher like yourself to help me," she replies with a playful wink.

“I wouldn't mind sharing my immortality with others like yourself, which begs me to ask, how far would you be willing to go for it?"

“Almost anything. It's my life's goal, and once achieved I can do so much more, and show those Gods a thing or two about being really divine," she huffs.

Dasu couldn't help but grin, watching intently through his shade what is to come.

“Good, you'll need resolve to achieve it. Endless determination, and I think you could do it; you just need a little more time."

“Again Luna," she moves in close, wrapping her tail around Lunara's, while putting a claw on her thigh, eyes locking, “I could not have done it without you, and I've been thinking," she says, gently rubbing the dragonborn's leg.

“Yes Dres?" she says leaning in closer, their bare breasts touching.

“Remember that discussion we had about returning the favor and how good you tasted?"

“What_ever_ do you mean?" she asks, coyly pretending she doesn't know, trying to keep to their deal.

She squeezes Lunara's leg, her heart pounding faster, the sweet aroma of the fellow dragonborn's scales flooding her olfactory senses, “You know what I mean. I'll admit I haven't been able to get it out of my mind. Just how true could that be? And I fear it's been getting in the way of my studies."

“It has? Well color my surprise, I would have never guessed."

“I know," she looks away, while keeping herself close to her, “I feel terrible for not returning the favor. You deserve that much… and I do want to know just how true it is."

Lunara blushes, “Dres… if you want to know, all you had to do was ask," she says, spreading her legs, revealing her black glistening sex in the dreary light of the shadowfell.

The blue dragonborn eyes the sex, licking her lips, her own sex clenching, a hunger and thirst is building within her that was for neither food nor drink. She slips between her legs, claws gently caressing her thighs, head coming closer, the alluring aroma of a female in heat, making her shudder, “She smells so good… I can almost taste it."

“Don't hold yourself back Dres. Embrace who you are, you must know yourself in order to achieve immortality, for you will be with yourself for a very long time. It's only normal to know and embrace who you are."

“Only normal… only normal," she pants, running her tongue across Lunara's folds, her tongue curling into the sex, tasting the sweet nectar on her tastebuds, drawing in more of the juices as she pushes herself to go in deeper.

Lunara moans, arching her back, squeezing her breasts, tweaking her nipples, “That's it Dres, give in and accept who you are, love it, own it, be it," she encourages.

The Blood of Vol holy symbol hangs from her neck, swaying back and forth with her breasts as she bobs her head against her lover's shapely black scaled thighs. The warmth of her body making her sex quiver in delight. She laps and slurps at the soft pinkish folds, driving her wild with want and need. It doesn't take long for her to use only one hand to keep herself propped up, her legs spread as she fingers herself, milking out her own pleasure.

“Keep going Dres, you know you've wanted it this way. It's been a part of who you've been this entire time," she moans out, watching the seven rings on Dresdel's hair glow, feeding her these thoughts, making the words sound so true, corrupting and twisting her sexual identity further, driving away thoughts of any form of heterosexuality that she might have.

Each slurp reinforces the lustful feelings within her loins, her claws driving deeper into her hungering sex, imagining another female drinking her fluids, embracing her love like she's being embraced now, “Yeah… this is just who I…" she thinks, gently biting at Lunara's sex, pulling at it with her lips.

With a soft moan she arches her back, the black dragonborn's tail, slips around and rubs against Dresdel's hot vent, massaging and grinding against her body, enjoying the warm wet feeling against her black scales, “Deeper, a little bit to the left, up… up, yes… there, there you go. I'll show you how to be a professional cunt licker yet Dres."

She bucks her hips against the tail, her sex trying to clench around it, but only has it slip away, the friction generated by her grinding against the length, only eggs her on to go deeper, her chin dripping with her lover's juices, thoughts and doubts about this are being washed away with each lick.

Dasu watches the pair from his lair, claws dancing around his twitching member, “That's my huntress. Break her. Corrupt her. And then we'll make her ours," he chuckles, feeling himself grow on edge, as Lunara can barely contain herself.

“Just a bit more…higher… higher," the black dragonborn says, guiding her lover to the sweet spots, milking the cleric's tongue, the thought of just how far she's given into her new urges overtake her as she climaxes, her hot juices washing across Dresdel's muzzle, squiring into her mouth as the blue dragon born wraps her mouth around the squirting sex, hungrily slurping up whatever she can.

The honeyed nectar from her lover's petals was far above any of her expectations. She pants and groans, fingering herself to a squirting climax, her hot juices gushing over Lunara's tail, staining the ground. The kobold shades watch with delight, recording the events that are unfolding for their respective Master or Mistress, completely enthralled by the show.

The two women come off their sexual high, Lunara taking a moment to enjoy the sensation while Dresdel licks her lover's folds clean, before sitting down on her feet, looking up at her, licking her claws clean, her tongue coiling around each digit, “You know… you were right."

“About what, you'll have to specify."

“You are tastier than me, not that I am bad by any means," she growls playfully, hopping onto her feet, “Now we're even. I'm glad to get this off my chest," she says, taking a slow deep breath, gaining more focus, walking over to her clothes, bending over, tail hiked, showing off her butt to Dresdel, “We should at least wear something before going back inside, lest your husband question things," she says, remaining bent over, looking over at her friend, who is admiring her butt.

“I suppose you are right; I know he can get rather jealous over such trifling matters."

“Good we're squared away then."

“Yes… how very good of it to be…" she says with a sly grin, the two dressing up as best they can in their batter clothes, as she and her lover know that it won't be long now till the final ring will be put into place and all the data they can obtain from her will be maxed out, and the next stage of her anointment to reaching immortality will begin.

The following week, Dresdel leans back into the chair, her hair snakes drawn out, as Lunara runs her claws over them, searching for the right one, “Are you ready Dresdel?" she asks in a sweet voice, looking over at Dasu, who is leaning back in his chair, simply watching.

“With this her sexuality will be fully broken?"

“With the exception of one, she'll be fully infatuated with women only, unless she intends to quickly feed upon the male with my help… at least that's how it should work."

“It appears it has been," he responds.

“I'm ready."

“Here comes the pinch," warns Lunara, clasping the band around her head snake.

“A…ahhh." Her claws dig into the wood, her toes curling, she looks up at Lunara and her sex twitches, body aching, the close proximity of her making her heart flutter, “Was she always this lovely? Was I just… Come to think of it, I never was interested in men at all. I never tried to find a lover, neither man nor woman but being here now… with her. I can see just what I've been missing in my life."

“How do you feel? Is your body adjusting to the surge in power?"

She rubs the back of her head, smiling uncontrollably, “I… I think I am. A little lightheaded I guess if anything."

“That will fade in time. Luckily today is a research day, so we can take it easy."

“I'm rather fond of research days, they are rather… delightful Luna…ra," she says, shaking off the feeling, the warmth within her eyes looking over the black dragonborn.

Dasu interrupts the moment, “Did you eat today? And I don't mean my potion."

“Actually… I did."

“How much?"

“I made myself eat the whole meal, though to be honest it felt bland and it's like it's doing nothing at all but weighing me down."

“What a peculiar way of saying that, thank you."

“Welcome Sir," she says, her attention shifting back to Lunara, “Shall we get going?"

“Please," she responds, holding out her claw, which the blue dragonborn tentatively takes it.

“I'll be here in my lab if you need me," says Dasu, remarking into Lunara's mind, “How long did the red eyes last, previously?"

“Twelve hours, and her scales turned black for a few minutes, but then reverted."

“And she didn't feel like a shadowscale."

“Nope, her soul is very receptive now, but the resilience of it is remarkable. Perhaps there is something to this Blood of Vol."

“Unlikely but if you wish to explore it my Huntress, I won't stop you."

“But there is nothing stopping us from going onto our next stage of our plan. It will be entertaining to see when she's one of us and how long she'll take to accept her gifts and the hunger."

“I give her a single feeding."

“There I disagree, I bet two."

“Two? You didn't even last past the first."

“I know, but I know her all too well. She's too stubborn to accept it so readily, no matter how good it feels."

“You give her too much credit, but we'll see."

“That we will," she responds to him, she and Dresdel entering the study, both wearing very slimming and revealing clothes, none of which the blue scaled dragonborn would have been caught dead wearing no more than some weeks ago.

She sways her hips side to side, tail flowing in her wake, she eyes Lunara with a subtle hunger, but gets back to her studies. Halfway through them though she looks up at Dresdel, who's reading a book, “Luna?" she asks in a sultry voice.

“What is it Dres?" she asks, looking up, their eyes meeting.

“Something that has been bothering me and I wonder…" she asks, leaning over the book stand, her breasts pressing up against them, as there's currently no book to be found there, “About our post workout fun last week?"

“I remember, what about it?" she asks with a fiendish grin, which is hid by the book in her claws.

“How was I?"

She raises an eye ridge, “How were you?"

“Was I any good?" she asks, leaning forward more.

“Well..."

“Be honest…"

“I've had better."

She pulls back in surprise, “Had better?"

“Yeah, nothing to be ashamed about. It was your first time, wasn't it?"

She feels her cheeks heating up, turning a deep shade of purple, “W-what? Well… actually… yes it was. And? So?"

“Nothing, but you clearly need more experience if you really want to please other women."

“Do you think you could help me?" she asks with a sly grin.

“Help you?"

“It is the study, and maybe a little anatomy is a good way to balance out my studies," she remarks with a teasing wink.

She closes the book, “Well also work on your pickup lines," she comments, making her way over to her, running a claw along Dresdel's chin.

With a playful growl she licks the finger, drawing it into her mouth to give a slow and long suckle, letting Lunara pull it out before saying, “It worked, didn't it?"

“Hmmph," she crosses her arms, showing off her bust, “Just because it worked, doesn't mean it was any good."

“Touché, first could you show me how to better improve my silver tongue in pleasing the fairest sex?"

“It would be my pleasure," she says, kneeling, Nameless Shade rushing in to provide himself as knee pads, squishing the kobold shade down, with a pleasurable delight to be of service, while his Mistress lifts her Dresdel's skirt.

“What do we have here… oh my, someone is excited to see me," she says, admiring the glistening sex before her. She brings her nuzzle to it, her hot breath blowing across the folds, which make the blue scaled dragonborn shudder, legs spreading wider as she leans against the bookstand for support.

“Well… I did say I like you, Luna."

She chuckles, “That is true, and I you Dres," she responds, lapping at her folds, tongue diving into the dragonborn's sweet petals, shooting waves of pleasure through her.

“Oh yes…" she moans, her elbows resting on the book stand, allowing her to grip her breasts with both claws when a deep angry growl echoes out through the library.

“What are you doing to my wife," he growls, Dasu's blood red eyes glowing in the darkness.

Dresdel is completely caught off guard while Lunara pulls herself from between her legs, “I… I… uh… look I can."

Lunara's eyes widened, “Run Dres!" she exclaims, grabbing her by the wrist, pulling her away just as Dasu unleashes a shadow bolt that just misses them, “That was close my tyrant"

“I have to make it believable, don't I?"

Lunara yells, “Shades, protect me and Dresdel!" she exclaims, Zhade, A Shade and many others rush from all directions, several hidden about through the room, trying to slow Dasu's rampage while she and Dresdel rush out of the library, the yells of anger, and frustration echoing through the hallway.

“This is all my fault, I'm so very sorry Luna!" she exclaims, looking over her shoulder, seeing the shadow glowing lights of Dasu's spells.

“It's my fault, I let myself give into temptation. He feels you might be trying to steal me away from him," she explains, as they weave through the corridors, the heavy footprints of the other dragonborn not far behind.

“I have no intention of doing something like that. You two are perfect for one another, no matter how sexy and lovely I find you to be."

Lunara blushes, stopping herself just short of accepting the compliment, “I have a plan, just follow me back to your room, there is something I can do that will save you."

“My room? What the heck could be there outside of my gear? I don't want to harm Dasu."

“You won't trust me, you are no match for him, he's far older than either of us multiplied," she explains, eventually reaching the room, her three shades, Zhade, A Shade and Nameless all in there with her, which they quickly close the door, pressing their small kobold bodies against the door.

“We'll keep him away the best we can, Mistress!" exclaims Zhade.

“Do what you need to do Mistress!" says A Shade.

While Nameless cheers, “You can do it!"

Lunara pulls Dresdel onto the bed, the two facing off to each other, “He'll be here any moment."

She nods, holding onto Lunara's shoulders, “Okay, what do we do? Is there a secret passage somewhere?"

“Do you trust me?"

“What kind of question is that I trust you with all my heart and soul."

She tries to hold back a fiendish grin, “That's exactly what I need from you. To trust me with your very soul."

“What?"

“It's soul magic, what I am about to do. Don't resist. Dasu won't harm you if you join us."

“How do you know?"

The shades leaning against the door think amongst themselves, “This is it, she's going to become a shade now. It's been a long time coming but we're here for you Mistress."

“I know you love to play with your food Mistress, but this is one of the most extravagant scenes I've seen you pull off. No wonder you're a world class huntress."

“You can do it Mistress! Suck her soul right out!"

“We are so few in number, that he'd not dare hurt one of us. All you need to do is kiss me and don't stop till I say."

“But this is what got us into this in the first place."

“Trust me Dres, kiss me," she says, the door thuds, rattling from the force of the blow.

“We'll keep him away as long as we can, Mistress!" the kobolds yell.

“Dres, there is no time, kiss me!"

She stares into those lovely blood red eyes, unable to pull herself away, swallowing a lump in her throat she leans in and kisses her, their lips interlocking, Lunara holding Dresdel close to her, in the deepest kiss they can muster.

The black dragonborn's nostrils flare, taking in a nice deep breath, feeling the bubble of her supernatural ability, her corruptive breath building up within her which she unleashes right into her lover, flooding her body with the smoke

Dresdel's lungs flood with the smoke, her claws tensing, as a tingle runs through her body, one that has been faintly familiar this entire time. Her purple eyes shift to a solid red, while the blue from her scales fade away leaving nothing but the darkest night black. Claws sharpen, breasts grow a half a cup, as her sex twitches and burns with lust. Her heart pounds faster, faster, faster then… stops. Her world stops, her body and soul are crossing a line but not to the world of the undead, and when the thump of her heart resumes mere moments later, but in her mind felt like an eternity, that faint hunger that she could never figure what it was, that always lingered within since the early days she arrived, is now bursting through. A hole in the pit of her very soul opens up, leaving her wanting and hungering for something and she knows on a purely instinctual level just what it is. New abilities and spells opening up to her, as she knows now, that she is not the dragonborn she once was, but now something more.

A hearty laugh fills the room as the kiss breaks, Dresdel looking over herself but an instant before focusing to Dasu, who in his purple silken robes looks ready for a fight.

Dresdel raises her claws, “L-look Dasu, I can explain, I have no intention of stealing your wife from you," she says, seeing her black scales, her mind processing all the changes as they sink in, steadily becoming more real by the minute.

“There is nothing you need to explain Dresdel."

“Huh?"

“I've known all along what my lovely huntress has been up to. Don't you think after being together for so long she wouldn't tell me everything?"

“Then what about what happened in the library?"

“Theatrics. I wanted to get your blood pumping before you joined us. Welcome to the clan, Dresdel Shadowscale."

“That's not my last name."

“But on the contrary, it is now, and as a Shadowscale you have unlocked the secret of immortality."

Her glowing red eyes lit up, “I have! That's wonderful, it's absolutely fantastic," she says, her heart racing, looking over at Lunara, who nods in agreement.

“Thank you! Thank you!" she exclaims giving Lunara a deep passionate kiss, her sex twitching in delight, feeling so good, warm, wanting. She then rushes over to Dasu, “And to you, thank you. I didn't know this was part of the method, I'm sorry I was like I was," she says, giving him a kiss, her sex burning just as warm if not warmer. She pulls away, “That was strange."

Dasu smirks, “What was?"

“It's just…" she looks at Lunara, “Never mind."

“It matters now. Come, you must feed."

“Feed?" she asks, yet before she even asked the question she knew the answer, it made her clench, a driving instinct to be excited for it, to let it happen, and her own abhorrent horror that this is what was meant by all the questions.

“You know what it is," says Dasu with a fiendish smirk.

“No, I can't I'll…" she reaches for her holy symbol but finds it's not there.

“You'll what?" he asks, holding it in his claws, “Looking for this?"

Lunara presses up behind her, holding her close, “Relax. Embrace the new you. Few get to enjoy the pleasures of what it is to be a shadowscale. You can think of us an exclusive elite club, where those who are not befitting to join us, join our shades," she grins fiendishly, giving Dresdel's breasts a playful squeeze, “I see you don't trust she'll embrace herself after the first feeding."

“I just take precautions. The only thing I've learned is that nothing is certain."

The new Shadowscale moans, arching her back, trying to push away her hunger, the growing delight within her of the prospects of a meal, “You can't just expect me to consume someone's soul energy."

“But we do, and you will, once every ten days," Lunara explains, guiding her down into the secret dungeons, buried deep beneath the castle, the darkness not even an issue for her, as the shadow light sconces provide enough light that it feels like it's daytime in here.

Dasu adds, “If you were so keen on not feeding, why are you following us?"

“I…" the reasoning fails to come to her, making her shiver, but she's unsure if its in delight or disgust. Then she's brought to a prison cell, inside is a battered human female who has seen better days.

“Who's there? Please, let me go, I don't want to be here, I've done nothing wrong," she cries out.

Dasu unlocks the door, the woman reaching out into her perceived darkness, fumbling about, “Here, enjoy your first meal," he states, throwing her inside, locking the door.

“You can't do this to me!" she exclaims.

“But we can and just did," he says, taking a seat which was brought to him by his Dark purple shade. Lunara doing the same with the help of her shades, that have been following close behind.

“Who's there? What's going on?" asks the human.

“You're just going to sit there and watch me?" asks Dresdel in mouth open in shock.

“It's rare to see a shadowscale's first feeding. I wouldn't miss this for the world."

“And after all the hard work I put into you, I've earned it."

She grips the bar cells, “It's an innocent person. I can't just take someone like that."

Dasu remarks, “You can hunt criminals for all I care, but what you have before you is your meal."

Lunara adds, “It'll feel good. They're nothing but food."

“Was all that I was to you?" she asks, feeling her heart being ripped out of her chest.

“At first yes… but eventually… No. What we have is special, and I will remember it always. You're my bestie Dres, my first true friend outside of my mate. And we'll be the best of friends for all eternity."

A sense of relief comes over Dresdel, “I… thank you for that at least," she says with a huff, sensing the warmth of the human nearby. Even without looking at her, she can feel her soul energy swirling through her corporeal form. It makes the hunger grow all the starker. Her body shaking as the instinct desire grows and with each passing moment the human's pleas for help and amnesty for whatever crime she was perceived to have committed falls onto deaf ears. Dresdel's ear fins twitch, nostrils flare. The scent of the soul in the air, it's so alluring.

Her stomach twists and turns as if it has not eaten in a lifetime and given the case this is true. She growls, red eyes glowing brighter, “I just…" she grips the bars which despite her strength stand firm against her.

“If you don't eat, you'll fade away Dres. I know it's difficult at first, but once you have a taste, you'll see there's a difference between them and us, and that feeding is not the end, but a whole new beginning. A life everlasting that they only wish they could have, one that the Gods have so cruelly committed to these lost and unfortunate souls. You'll be giving them a grander purpose."

“Luna… please, there has to be another way. Anything but this anything but…" she trails off, her stomach rumbling, which can only be felt. It was like a growing black hole in her body that expands outwards.

Dasu chuckles, “You better hurry. New shadowscales must feed soon after their creation or fade themselves. If you want to find another way, you'll have to eat now and figure it out later," he explains, admiring his scales, glancing up to stare right into her eyes.

“Don't just do it for us Dres, but for yourself. You're part of our clan now. Our small and humble clan. So, few of us remain. I'd hate to see another one of us go."

“I just…" she replies, panting, claws racking against the bars, her body pushing herself to autopilot and in a blink of an eye it hits her. She grabs the human, their cries for help not even registered as she draws herself close, her mouth open, taking in a deep breath, a glowing blue warmth flooding from the human's body into hers. A surge of pleasure and delight that void filled in an instant, a burst of pleasure rushes through her body, her heart races like that very first kiss of a lover.

As the essence floods into her there's a burst of memories, feelings, the woman's entire life, skills, abilities all known to her, as if she lived her life, a dark blue energy envelope the human her body shrinking down, a connection and bond growing between her and her victim.

More is known about her as the last bits of the soul are drained into her, consumed in an instant, her hunger satiated as there's now a sliver of her strengthened self-extended from her body. Standing before her with wide red eyes, a pleasant smile and midnight blue in overall color. She senses the kobold presence, that extension, a warm and welcoming feeling she was not expecting.

The kobold with her wide eyes says, “Mistress! It is so glad to be of service to you. Are you alright? You look distraught. Is there anything I can do to help?" she asks.

Dresdel pants, kneeling before the kobold, reaching out to her, touching it, feeling the soft essence of her against her scales, the pleasant love and delight its extruding from every thought and desire within the shell of a person that remains. There's something oddly wholesome about it that she was not anticipating that's catching her off guard. Her mind sifting through the human's life, instinctually discarding things that she'd find pointless to know, as easy as picking one's teeth clean with a toothpick and tossing what you find into the trash.

The quickness and ease of it is further making her feel… good. She knows she shouldn't, but she does. There's no denying it, she is enjoying the feeling, the sensation. Every bit of it as it happened, the aftermath felt… wonderful. There's nothing she could say against how it was, and now she's stronger than she was before, this homeless person who lived a destitute life, and is now given a new chance to live through her, and that little bit of what's left, which in reality isn't much of anything at all is now a happy-go-lucky kobold eager to do anything and everything she can for her.

The kobold eagerly awaits her Mistress to respond, waiting her turn like any good servant, giving her time to process everything, “I… I'm fine. Just wait there as deal with this," she says, turning to the two shadowscales that watched the entire thing unfold. Dasu toyingly claps, “Bravo, you've done it. You're one of us now. How do you feel?" he asks, looking over to Lunara, “Told you she'd give in after a single feeding. They all do."

“It's not over yet."

“It is," he responds.

She pulls herself up, tensing, “I feel great, if I am to be honest."

“See, I told you," says Dasu.

“I'm pleased you accepted yourself Dres. Doesn't it feel silly to have put up such a fight before?"

She takes a deep breath, “No… it doesn't. I feel great, but I know that I shouldn't. I know if I just wait and fade that… this darling thing beside me," she motions to the kobold whose gaze has not looked away from admiring her form, “Would fade away too, the soul I took the person's essence, would disappear, and I can't have that happen. I won't let that happen."

“You're giving them a far better afterlife than they could have ever had otherwise," says Lunara.

“I will find a way to bypass this curse."

“I would call this a blessing not a curse Dres."

Dasu gets up in a huff, “Good luck trying. If you want to release her from the cell, go for it, but I am not going to let some ungrateful shadowscale claim they know better than me."

Lunara sighs, watching her mate leave, “You still have a bit of harshness, do you Dres."

“I took a person's life…"

“You extended it."

“But what kind of life is that?"

“Why don't you ask your shade that."

Dresdel looks at her shade, “How do you feel about this new existence of yours? And be honest. I want you not to lie to me."

“Mistress, I could never lie to you. I love this new existence of mine. Whatever I was before? Who cares! This is way better."

“How could you be so sure if you can't even remember?"

“Mistress. Anyone would be happy to have you as their Mistress. I'm unbelievably lucky to be able to serve and your happiness and comfort is more priority."

“Predisposition to love and worship me."

“Is that so wrong?" asks Lunara.

“Perhaps it is."

“Your resistance to your true calling is something I just admire in you, but I selected you to join our ranks for a reason. You had that part of you that just screamed shadowscale."

“This is not what I wanted to be."

“Did you say no more than two days ago that you'd do almost anything to reach immortality? If you want to hunt the vile underbelly of the world, be my guest. It doesn't matter who you feed upon as long as you feed. I'd hate to lose my bestie from a hunger strike," she says.

She sighs, “What do I have to do to get out of here?"

“Simple, do not cause me or Dasu any trouble. Asides if you want to find an 'alternative' you'll need access to our library, wouldn't you?"

“I suppose so."

“And now you have your very own shade to help you," she says with a soft chuckle, approaching the cell.

She looks at the midnight blue, red eyed kobold, with gleaming happy eyes, the happiest any creature could possibly be, “What was her name?"

“Does it matter? Did you ask what your chicken was called before you consumed it?"

She grips the bars tighter, something about her words were so right, correct, it was natural to not need to wonder the name of your food especially after you ate it. It wasn't required in this case… and she herself never asked either. She's to blame for this, she consumed her essence which is now inside her, which makes the connection between her and the cute kobold beside her all the more real. “Come midnight, you have to help me with some research, that is if Lunara is okay with letting us out."

A sly grin is painted on her face, she reaches over and touches Dresdel's claws from the other side of the bars, the warm touch which causes a slight jerk of the hand, but the new Shadowscale doesn't pull away, the draw of her friend is just too great.

Midnight clasps the bars, “Please oh great Lunara! Let Mistress out so she can do her vital work."

She chuckles, “Well since both of you asked so nicely… I'll do what I can to be of service," she responds, unlocking the cell.

“Thank you, I appreciate it," says Dresdel, stepping out. A small whisper of herself wants to jump and grab her friend for what happened, but that's just it. It's a small whisper, she recognizes within her that gives her a view of what she was and now is.

“Any time, what are friends for Dres?" she asks, running her claw along the dragonborn's back, making her tense not in repulsion but in delight of her friend's touch.

“I am loving this. I sense it, I crave it. I asked who Midnight was simply as a habit. I don't really care for who she was, what she was. I know everything about her, even her name, but I didn't care enough to keep it," she thinks, looking at the pleasant kobold shade following her, knowing that this one is hers and there's something pleasant about that sensation, “That is how your shades are made, and now the study of souls has become so much clearer."

“It is. I wanted to help you so badly on revealing that secret, but I didn't want your… previous sense of morality to get in the way. Your eyes are open to what you are, who we are. And we have to protect each other, our clan is small and weak after it was nearly wiped out by those that don't understand us. My tyrant Dasu showed me this, and now I have given this gift of clarity to you."

She smirked, feeling a sliver of herself scream, cry, want to tear itself away from this person she now is, hearing the words spoken and feeling completely fine. Was it any part of her soul that was still untarnished? A reflexive reaction to such a terrible thing, knowing what was done to her friend? “You didn't start off this way?"

“No, no, no. I was and technically still am a Gloomstalker. My clan was charged with hunting down people like my lovely mate. Trained from birth, stripped of ally urges except for the utter destruction of him," she tenses in anger, eyes glowing red.

Dresdel knew that anger, but it wasn't for the shadowscales it was for her former clan, a sense of sympathy and understanding hits her, her own past having an odd similarity in its own way.

“But I was given a chance at redemption. I'll admit when you came, I was set on turning you into a shade, but having prey just waltz right up to us, knowing the rumors, and not wanting to hunt us down? And a cleric no less? How could I not want to know more?"

“What changed your mind?"

Midnight spoke up, “It's how wonderful you are Mistress. How your black scales suck the very light of the room, your devilish red eyes striking fear in your enemies, your strength power just how damn beautiful you are."

The sweet, voiced kobold's words ring in her ears, like sweet honey, soothing the cuts within her, making her feel even better than she was before, “That's very nice of you to say Midnight," she says, gently petting her head.

“It's amusing how you gave her a name. As lovely as my shades are, it's not needed as I am connected to each one of them, and I love them all. They are so much better now as they are than anything else they could have."

Once again Dresdel is hearing something that before would bother her, tear her up inside, and now the only conflict that she has is that she isn't having any conflict at all. She is finding this naturally agreeable like the need to breathe, yet she fights it, wanting to find another way, “This does explain so much, and the rumors were true."

“You were evasive about that, weren't you? What was said, I have to know."

“That there is a clan of immortal dragonborn that suck the souls of those they come across, turning the husks into undying servants."

She chuckles, “How dreadfully wonderful yet not completely accurate."

“Even after the shade attack, I was very wary of all of you, but it made trusting you easier. I eventually learned to trust those that you fight along, even if that took some time.:"

She grins, “I'll wait on that little nugget just a bit longer, till she fully embraces who she is," she thinks, going back up the stares, “I'll give you a little help on your fool's errand."

“What? You still want to help me, after all that I am trying to do to avoid consuming more innocent people's souls?" she asks, looking over at Midnight.

“We're friends Dres, and that is what friends do. We help each other out, and this is one of those things that it's better to let you come to the realization of just how wrong you are, but I'm not going to stop you," she says leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek, whispering, your spirit shroud spell provides sustenance."

A warmth flutters through her, the kiss making her blush just a little, “Luna…" she doesn't pull away but regains her composure, “Thank you, I'll need to test that with my…" she reaches for her holy symbol, remembering it's gone, “Oh, right…"

“Dasu is just a little upset. I'll talk to him and see if I can arrange something to get it back for you."

“Doing all of this for me?"

“As I've said we're friends, good luck on your research. Have your shade contact mine and I'll be over when I can," she says, giving the new Shadowscale a loving kiss, which Dresdel can't help but find herself leaning into.

“O-oh okay," she says, feeling a fluttering delight within her, entering the study, “She's not bad at all," she giggles, looking down at her shade, who is ready to get to work.

“What do you need Mistress? Oh, I know, I'll look through the books and see if I can find anything on shadowscale soul consumption!"

“Ah… you already know what I want…"

“Of course, Mistress! It's my pleasure to be of service and aid you. I can't wait to find what you are looking for!" she says excitedly rushing off to into the library.

She takes a deep breath, slowly releasing it, “She has energy and pep that's for sure," she remarks, going to her studies and over the next several days they scour through books, the need to consume normal food completely gone, but by day seven and eight there's a real sensation of that void growing within her. Lunara comes in to help, providing a concerted effort, and though there have been a few 'heated' moments of sexual tension, she manages to pull herself away but just barely…

Then on the ninth day she is in the kitchen cooking some food, with her shade standing beside her, helping her provide some ingredients as needed before the request is even spoken, “Thank you Midnight," she says with a hum.

“Welcome Mistress!"

Lunara watches from the doorframe, saying nothing at first till the meal is complete, and Dresdel puts the meal down before her, about to take a bite when she finally speaks up, “I wouldn't do that if I were you."

“I read that dead sustenance does nothing for us… as it was called," she says, looking at her, “But I…" she tenses, closing her eyes, only to feel a warm hand caressing hers, squeezing it, she looks up, seeing Lunara standing there.

“It's a transition, I know. I'm telling you this from experience. This is not going to end the way you think it is. This is who you are now, and you shouldn't be afraid of it, embrace it. Love it. You are providing a better life to those around you, just look at how happy she is."

Midnight tail wags, standing beside her Mistress, looking up with a canine like loyalty, ready to receive her next command.

She locks eyes with kobold, enjoying the gleaming pleasant look, “She is lovely, and I don't detest what I am. I don't feel disgust, I don't feel horror, I don't feel anger or hatred. I'm… pleased with what I am."

“Then why fight it?" she asks, moving in close, “I win this bet, her struggle is remarkable, and so delicious."

Dasu responds, “If she wants to try the swamp water souls now, she may. You've finished her new necklace, and I'm ready to give her the mark."

“Soon my tyrant, soon," she thinks back, her eyes meeting with Dresdel's.

“There's just this part of me that wants to try, to just do that. I cared not for the Gods and their rules, you think I'm just going to accept these placed upon me? I trained to temper my temptations to focus on my goals, to reach my internal divinity, and to be reliant on the essence of another to continue on? Feels like a weakness."

“It's not, but a strength, it brings new power and strength. The more you feed, the stronger you become, though you must feed once every ten days before you start to fade."

“I read that, it's a ten day timer that resets every time you feed no matter how much."

“And your timer is nearly up."

“I can feel it, which is now I must try," she says, taking a bite of the food, enjoying the taste, nothing like that has changed all that much, if not the flavors perhaps a little muted but within a minute of swallowing the first bite her stomach wrenches and convulses.

“Mistress!" exclaims Midnight

Dresdel knocks over her chair, the plate clattering to the floor spilling the food as she rushes to a nearby trash bin, hurling the contents of her stomach, her claws digging into the stonework, as she does.

With a passionate sigh, Lunara comes up from behind, gently patting her on the back, “I tried to warn you. You'll be doing that for the next several minutes," she says.

“Mistress! Mistress! What's wrong? Is there anything I can do to help?" Midnight asks.

Dresdel pants, glancing over at her kobold with the concern of a passionate lover, the look of concern in her eyes, filling the dragonborn with a sense of warmth and love, before she hurls again, and between that and the next, “I'll be fine, you don't have to do anything."

“O…okay, Mistress," Midnight responds, slinking back out of view.

“She does care… at least it feels like it. It's… nice," she thinks, taking the next few minutes clearing out the contents of her stomach and when it finally ends, she rubs the last bit of junk from her muzzle, turning to Lunara.

“I managed to make a deal with Dasu to give you, your holy symbol back so you may try the alternative method if you really don't want to go on a hunt."

Her eyes light up, “Thank you Luna, I appreciate all that you've done for me, you're a good friend, but first I need to…" she trails off stopping in her tracks.

“Do what?"

“Clean the mess I made…" she mutters, seeing that the spilled food is cleaned up and the mess is gone, “But…"

“All done Mistress. I knew you'd want to not leave a mess, so I took it upon myself to do what you wanted to get done."

“But I didn't…"

Lunara leans in close, “I told you, they are the perfect servants. They can sense what you need to do and do it. On occasion they might be a little confused and off, but they always mean well and in your service."

She approaches Midnight, reaching down to pet her, “You've done well Midnight, I am proud of you."

“Thank you, Mistress, your words soothe me in such a wonderful way, I couldn't be happier!" she exclaims.

She chuckles, looking back at Lunara, “Where to?"

“To the lab, you must accept something from him, before you can get your symbol back."

She takes a deep breath, “I've been avoiding him since this happened."

“That the best decision, even though he can't shade you now that you are one of us, you're still far no match for him in strength, speed, intelligence, charisma, and wisdom."

“Sounds like I am more dexterous."

She playfully winks at her, “I've seen how you can flex."

She blushes, “Oh my, well you haven't seen all my moves yet," she winks, leaning against her, running her claws along her back, “Perhaps later."

“Maybe sooner than you think," she teases, reaching the alchemy lab where potions are bubbling, and a few dark shades are busy at work, preparing everything with Dasu in the middle.

“She's here my tyrant."

He lifts his head with a stern gaze, “If you want your holy symbol back, you'll need my mark. A trade for your insolence. If not, you can either starve to death or feed in the way that you so hate."

She approaches him, her little shade looking at the others with concern, remaining close to her Mistress, “Look, I don't hate it, I love it."

“Change of heart?"

“No, but I don't like how I am just accepting it. That is not who I am, I'll accept your mark if it means getting my holy symbol back."

He chuckles, pointing to the chair, “Sit and strap in."

“With pleasure," she states, sitting down, a few of his dark shades rushing to tie her legs a part, and arms to the arm rest, then with a hidden lever, lift the chair up and lay her back, further exposing her, while her clothes are removed from her.

“Mistress?" Midnight asks, pushed around by the dark purple shades.

“It'll be fine, I agreed to this."

“Okay Mistress…" she says, climbing up onto the table to watch, while Nameless and A Shade stand right beside her.

“Look how powerful our Mistress is serving with her love," says Nameless.

A Shade says, “She doesn't need him, but it's beautiful that they are together. Now watch as your Mistress is brought closer to being perfect." The two shades holding Midnight making sure she gets a clear view of what is to happen.

Dasu moves in, holding a metal tattoo tool in his claws. Runic symbols are engraved across it as mutters in shadow draconic. The words reverberate through the room, making Lunara moan, her tattoo above her crotch glowing purple, making her sex grow wet. She watches him dip the tool into a deep dark purple ichor, then starts engraving markings into Dresdel's scales a little bit over her sex.

Dresdel feels the burning heat from the cut into her scales, the sensation that lingers tingles her sex twitches, heating up with a sexual hunger with each cut into her scales. Her ear fins fold back, claws digging into the chair as her body twitches, barely able to control herself as she moans in lustful need.

With each cut the magic pulsates through Dresdel's body, the curse growing stronger, the sight of Dasu becoming harder to resist, her want and need to let him play with her whenever he wants grows, he would be the only man that could sate her, as her desire for women remains strong, with the only exception to the rule being carved into her body.

As the marking is complete, Dasu takes a deep breath blowing his dark purple haze over her sex, then taking a deep blow into her sex, flooding her with his corruptive magical energy, as the full breathe of the spell and Dresdel's attunement becomes clear, “You know what this means, do you Dresdel?" he asks with a teasing growl, his shades gathering his tools as he removes his robe showing a thick twitching cock which is hard for the dragonborn to look away from.

“Y-yes, I do…" she moans, her wet sex twitching.

“Your sex belongs to no man but me. If any were to use it, they'd become one of my shades, of course you don't mind that do you? Helping me feed after you've caused me so much trouble."

She shudders, nodding, “Y-yes… yes, I understand," she says, thinking in the back of her mind, “If I can learn not to feed like that, I'll… and I prefer women anyway," in the back of her head she feels she's getting the better deal out of it as Dasu's cock runs across her sex, making her moan.

The male dragonborn nods to his mate, “You may present and put on her symbol."

Lunara grins, her body aching and wanting to be taken, “With pleasure, my tyrant," she goes to a box, opening it pulling out the red teardrop shaped gem in a silver dragon skull, which now has red glowing gem eyes, the chain has been altered, to be made of red eyed dragon skulls, “Do you like what I did with your symbol? I made a few alterations to make it fit the new you better."

She eyes it, groaning as she is constantly teased by Dasu's length pressing up against her vent, “It's beautiful."

“Please keep it on for me, I put so much work into it," she says, thinking as she wraps it around your neck, “That way my tyrant and I can always keep track of you… not that you will be willingly able to take it off at any time and once you attune to it, you'll always want it back on if somehow it gets removed."

The necklace wraps around her neck, the symbol resting just above the curve of her breasts, the dragonborn feeling whole once again, “Thank you Luna."

“You're welcome, but I know one way to show you thanks," she says as she steps over her, her dripping sex right over her muzzle. The warm nectar hitting her lips makes her hunger grow and when Dasu slams himself into her vent she gasps in delight, squirming in her bondage as Lunara lowers herself right into her mouth, “Lick my friend. Show me just how very thankful you are for my help."

With a deep moan muffled by the dragonborn's sex, her tongue dives right into that inviting sweet fold, her own sex clenching down onto Dasu's cock, the best she's ever felt, even if it was the only one that she has ever taken, the memories of her shade, letting her know by comparison just how great he feels inside of her.

Dasu takes this opportunity to reach around and grab Lunara's breasts, pressing her up against him as she nuzzles and kisses him his dark purple haze mixing with her lighter purple, “You've done well my huntress. Having turned her so completely to our side, even if there is a little more fight left in her. It's been amusing seeing just how different you two are."

“It's been my pleasure my tyrant," she moans, enjoying the deep cunt lickings, her sex milking Dresdel's tongue as the former bluescale dragonborn can do nothing but suckle and slurp away, letting the juices run down her chin, the tattoos of both females glowing brightly, driving them wild with sexual hunger.

Dasu pounds faster, harder, wanting to get the most out of the male virgin sex, watching how twisted the dragonborn has become, straight to lesbian, to breaking that strict lesbian desire only for him and his needs. It is enough to drive any dragonborn made with ecstasy. When he climaxes into her, making his spell, sealing it within her loins, having the trap set for the next couple of males she'll ever decide to take inside of her. His dark essence flooding her, her sex squeezing and milking the member, her womb currently used for the storage of his energy for when it's needed for his use, not that her womb could have been used for anything else now that she's a Shadowscale..

Lunara's warm nectar flows into her mouth. She hungrily, happily, lustfully takes it into her, a loving embrace of their friendship which is mirrored by Zhade, A Shade, Nameless and Midnight who are putting the dark blue shade kobold through the ringer of playful shade kobold sex, mimicking their Mistress and her lover.

“That's a start of repaying me back for my kindness and the gift my huntress has given to you," remarks Dasu, giving a firm hard thrust into her, pulling back, “Speaking of which, care to clean me up my huntress?"

Lunara moans softly, slipping off of Dresdel, “With pleasure my tyrant," she coos, kneeling before him, servicing his slightly hard length, licking away any excess leaving Dresdel to relax there bound to the chair.

She tugs at the constraints, listening to her friend's moans, sweet music to her ears, but now the reminder of her own hunger fills her, “I need to get my spell component pouch back in my room and try this spell before it's too late," she thinks, when Midnight hops onto the chair, working to untie her from it.

“I'm here Mistress to help," she says gleefully.

“Midnight… thanks. I'm still not used to someone knowing my every whim and need."

“That is what I am here for, to serve you."

“Yeah, I guess you are," she says with a grin, slipping out of the chair, leaving the two lovers to their moment, heading back to her room, gathering her things to cast the spell. The swirl of undead around her, protecting her, it is similar to when that human was in the cell with her, but it's faded… old. A flame that is barely there.

“Can I help Mistress!" exclaims Midnight.

“Yes, please do, I am not sure if I can…" she says, looking at the souls, her hunger building but at a slower rate, something in her knows that this won't be what she hoped, but as Midnight let out a huff of midnight blue smoke, the souls were pulled in and trapped within the gleaming kobold, the spell ending when there's nothing left.

“Got them!"

She smiles, “Thank you darling," she says, feeling the energy within he kobold, her body knowing what to do as the transfer of the flickering blue soul energy is made between them, her midnight blue breath reaching out and pulling them in, each one barely a snack but combined constituted a full meal, filling that hole, ending her hunger, with a tingle of pleasure and delight, rewarding her for doing what she's meant to do, yet it felt gross, not in terms of what she did, but the flavors of the soul. She licks her lips, getting this dreadful aftertaste in her mouth, “It does taste like swamp water… yuk." A shiver running down her spine which she must shake off, “That just gives me the willies…" she takes a deep breath, “But it might sate me till I find something better."

“Did I do good Mistress?" Midnight asks, looking up at her with concern yet hopeful eyes.

She sighs petting her kobold, “Yes you did good."

“Yay."

She chuckles, “Come, we have more research to do."

“With pleasure Mistress!"

For a while, every ninth day, Dresdel would cast the spell, holding back the growing disgust she has to do to eat this… paltry food substitute. She found herself dreading the days she had to feed, making her feel sick and nauseous, yet despite it all, she's found nothing that could help her find any other way, and the more she reads about it, what she could get from feeding from fresh souls, as these long dead ones provide little of anything except to hold back the hunger pains. No new knowledge, no new shade, nothing but an empty hollow feeling. Which is driving her mad, till one day…

“I can't take it anymore!" she screams kicking over the book stand, sending the book she was reading flying, Midnight rushing to catch it. “This is not a way to live! I need something more than to just be here like this…" she growls, falling to her knees, panting heavily her heart thumping hard, “It's only been five days since I last ate and I am already feeling that I need," she growls, running her claws across her legs, leaving marks.

“That was a three-hundred-year-old book stand," says Lunara leaning against the door frame.

“I'll get you a new one," she growls, her eyes glowing a bright red.

“What is it Dres? What's gotten you so flustered."

“I can't take it anymore…"

“Take what? Was it something that Dasu or I have done?"

She pants, shaking her head, taking a deep slow breath to calm herself, “No, you've both been wonderful, I couldn't have asked for better friends, but… I just can't eat like I am. I feel like I'm wasting away. I need something more."

“How about we go out for something fresh then? You and me? Out on a hunt. It'll be fun," she says with a teasing voice.

She smirks, “That does sound so tempting it does…"

“Come on, what's the worst that can happen? That you succeeded? How bad could that really be now?"

Midnight after putting the book down, comes over to her, resting her claws on her thigh, “Mistress, you should really take care of yourself. I'm worried about you…" her big red eyes glistening in the low light.

The concern warms Dresdel's heart. She pets her on the head, “I know you are. I'll be fine," she says with a pet.

“You know its not as bad as your old self thinks it was. And you want to do it, don't deny it."

“I know I do… I really, really do," she whines, getting back up onto her feet, “I think I only lasted things long because of you and your help," she says, approaching her, their red eyes locking.

“If you need a little bit more, why don't you make it a fun game, a challenge."

“A challenge?"

“There're countless evils in this world. Do the world a favor by removing them. What's the difference if you feed upon them to sustain yourself over killing them on some adventuring quest? You need to get out of that old mindset that is so… binary," she says, seeing the shift in her eyes, knowing that she's pulling on the last tread that is unraveling that stubbornness of hers, and its glorious.

“Well…"

“You can't tell me there isn't anyone not deserving to be shaded? To be made better than what they once were. You need to explore a little more, push the boundaries. You're not going to fully understand yourself stuck here in this castle. Even if it's now your home, you need to get out there and live a little."

A fiendish grin forms on Dresdel's muzzle, “There is one I know. A changeling that impersonated someone who set me down my first adventuring quest. Held that bitch there and pounded her down while being speared, stabbed at… I heard she was let out some years after that. Yeah, she shouldn't be out and about causing trouble."

“Can you scry?"

She chuckles, “I've been able to scry for years."

“Plane shift?"

She responds by shooting her a look, “How do you think I got here in the first place."

“Fair, you did manage to get here on your own. Lead the way. I'll be of assistance, but I'll leave this hunt to you."

“With pleasure," she says with a cackle, an excitement bubbling up within her. Something that has been missing from her for weeks now returning, the excitement and thrill of a hunt, no, just the thought of the hunt makes her blood get pumping. She finishes the scry, getting the location of her target. She then rushes to grab her effects, slipping on her armor, getting fully geared up.

Lunara looks at her curiously while Midnight helps her get her armor on, “Are you really going to be going like that?"

“She won't recognize me due to my changes, but I want something to show just who I am. Also, fewer people question a cleric, wouldn't you say?" she says with a sly grin.

“Touché" she says, getting close to her, taking her hand.

Midnight stands nearby with glowing red eyes of concern, “Be safe Mistress."

“I will, I have Lunara with me, everything will be fine."

“Yeah, trust our Mistress," A Shade calls out from nearby.

“She's the best!" yells out Nameless.

Dresdel chuckles, “Your fan club is always nearby."

Lunara looks to Midnight, “So is yours."

She looks at Midnight, “Yeah… I do," she says, casting the spell whisking them to a snowy town in the mountains in the dead of night.

Lunara huffs, casting a spell, shifting her clothes to look like the huntress she once was… and technically still is, “Couldn't select a warmer place?"

“This is where they're at. Are you concerned I am going to have a challenge?"

“Not at all," she replies, the pair, entering the lazy tavern that has no active tavern goers, and a barkeep that is barely awake, but he jumps to life when they enter.

“Huh, wha? Welcome to the Tail's End Tavern…" he says, steadily waking up, the scruffy bearded male lizard folk, “Haven't seen you folk before. What can I get you?"

Dresdel approaches with her glowing red eyes, “We're from out of town, we're looking for someone."

“Looking for someone you say? Perhaps I can help you with the right bit of motivation."

Dresdel waves her claws, muttering a magic incantation, charming him, “I'm looking for a blue female lizard folk. They're staying at this in. Which room is it?"

The bartender twitches, his eyes glazing over, “Sure friend, she's been in town only a couple of days. Strange one she is. She's in the third room on the top floor to the left."

“Thank you, may I have the spare key if you have?"

“Sure thing, anything for a friend," he says, digging out a key ring, handing it to her, “Anything else I can do for you.

“I'll be fine," she says, looking at Lunara, “Wait here, if I need you, I'll let you know."

“I think I'll be fine right here actually," she chuckles, taking a seat.

The bartender approaches her, “Can I get you anything? Food? Drink?"

“Oh, I think you could provide me exactly what I need," she says leaning in close to the bartender.

Dresdel's excitement grew with every step, heart racing, the taste of fresh souls in the air all around her. At least seven people are in this inn, and they make her stomach growl. She salivates, swallowing down the buildup, her breath sack heating up, knowing just exactly how she'll be able to feed and draw out what she wants. She runs the wrought iron keys in her claws, standing before the door, with a growing excitement she fumbles through them, trying to find the right one and after the third try, the lock clicks, the door creaks open.

“Yes, yes, yes. I'll have her now," she swallows down her anticipation, the changeling still in the form she saw her in before, lying in bed, fast asleep, but the heavy clank of her armor stirs her awake.

“Huh? Who are you? What are you doing in my room!" she exclaims, rushing grab a weapon, with quick movements, she slams the door behind her shut with her tail and grab the lizard folk by the neck?

“Now, now, you can't say you can't remember this grip, do you?" she growls, her heart racing, the soul is just right in front of her, all she has to do is just take it. Her body aching for it, screaming, the desire bubbling up, the anticipation is frightening.

“I don't know what you are talking about! I've never seen you before in my life."

She pins the lizard folk against the wall, “Ah, yes, I do look a little different, don't I? Remember the last time we met, I was a bit more blue? My head smashing against yours, while your gnoll friends tried to stab me while flying on discs? Does that ring a bell?"

There's a wide-eyed look of recognition, “How did you…"

“You'll know soon as you join me," she leans in, unleashing her midnight blue colored breath, enveloping the changeling.

“What is this? Let me go! I've changed I've…"

“Yes, you have changed, for the better," she cackles, the blue essence of the changeling torn from her body, slipping into the dragonborn filling that void, making her realize just how much she missed have a good meal. The flood of knowledge, skills, how to trick people, become alluring, to do what she had to do to get by all of that she can now utilize to the best of her skill. A lifetime of knowledge now hers to command and to control. Pleasure surging through her, finally getting what her body craved. The drought she suffered, like a man lost in the desert for years, is not quenched by this one delicious meal… and now standing before her, a big red eyed midnight blue shade, gleefully happy to be of service.

“Mistress! How can I be of service to you?"

She huffs, taking a deep breath, taking the moment to feel her newest shade connect to her, the essence of the person that once was is now a part of her, able to live on through her thoughts and will, “Give me a moment I need to savor this…"

“Yes Mistress! Anything for you."

She gently pets the new shades head, “Yes, yes you do Change."

“Still naming your shades Dres?" asks Lunara, standing in the door frame, standing right behind her is a new light purple red eyed shade.

“Call me a little nostalgic but it's fun to call them something."

“But it's utterly pointless as they already know who you are talking to."

“A good habit if I bring them along on a trip."

She shrugs, “Suit yourself, how do you feel?"

“Wonderful and hungry."

“Hungry? Even though you just ate? Was it because you lived on swamp water for so long?"

“Not that kind of hungry," she says sitting on the bed, “Change, help me remove my armor."

“With pleasure Mistress!"

“Care to join me to feed in a different way?" she asks with a playful wink.

Lunara blushes “Oh my, aren't you now the charmer."

“I've picked up a thing or two from the best charmer I know," she says with a playful wink, their armor being stripped from her, placed to the side, her claw offered to her friend.

“Well… I can't argue with that," she says, taking her lover friend by the claw, drawing them into the bed, pulling them close, breast gently pressing up against the other as the new purple shade works to help strip his Mistress of her clothes.

Dresdel kisses and licks across her lover's scales, “I won't ever get between you and Dasu, but I love every passionate moment we can share together," she says suckling Dresdel's breast tugging at her teat with her teeth.

“Oh my, you've gotten better at this, haven't you?"

“I picked up a thing or two from Change," she says, laying Lunara down, on the bed, positioning herself in a sixty-nine position her warm folds dripping onto Lunara's scales.

“See, I told you this was the best."

“You're right, she's better off like this," she says, licking across Lunara's folds, slipping her tongue inside.

Lunara grips Dresdel's butt, raising her head to give a long sensual lick across the folds, nibbling the sides, “I told you. It just took some convincing and corrupting you to see the truth."

She moans, slurping her sex for a moment, pulling her head away to respond, “I know, I can see all that you've done to me, to help better understand just what kind of person I am."

“I admit, you could have easily become a shade if you didn't put up a good enough of a fight while I was with Dasu. That modify memory spell worked wonders, but now you deserve to know the truth," she says, taking a deep breath blowing her corruptive haze into her body, flowing into her, making her sex twitch in delight, the dispel magic hitting her, making her realize the reality she thought was true and what really happened.

She arches her back, squeezing her thighs around Lunara's head, “Ohh, you clever bitch. But I see why you did it. I would have never accepted such a thing at that stage. Thank you for keeping me from overreacting," she responds, giving a deep midnight blue haze blow into her lover, returning the favor.

She shudders, toes curling, claws tightly squeezing Dresdel's butt, the two black dragonborns pressing hard up against one another, massaging the other's breasts with their belly scales, building a mental connection to her so they can focus on each other while carrying on the conversation, “I knew you'd come to appreciate it. The breaking of your will, removing your sense of morality, how utterly pointless they were in the grand schemes of things. You're a shadowscale now. And you can achieve things few other can, and in the end, isn't that worth it?"

Dresdel slides her tongue deep inside of her lover suckling down her juices, edging out her own pleasure as the heat of the moment builds, “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. I will keep the challenge up for those who would be better off gone from this world."

“Really now?"

“Of course, it will make things fun."

“I see," she internally giggles, wrapping her mouth tightly around Dresdel's sex, feeling herself being brought the edge.

“And what if you have to bend that challenge a little for a quick meal?"

“A little cheat now and again can't hurt," she giggles back into her Lunara's mind, sensing her lover reaching her climax, a rush of warm draconic shadowscale juices flooding into her mouth while knowing that she's with someone she cares about, pushes her over the edge, treating Lunara with her own juicy sweet nectar.

They take a moment to enjoy the after-clow, cleaning each other up before Dresdel climbs over on top of Lunara, tails coiling around a bit as they've come down from their blissful moment. Dresdel presses her breasts against her, resting her head next to Lunara's, “That was a fun little hunt, wasn't it?" she asks, looking at the two new shades who watch their respective Mistress with undying loyalty and glee, pleased to simply be in their presence.

“It was, want to do that again?"

“Sure."

“This time my choice of area."

“Fair enough, when?"

“How about tomorrow?"

Dresdel kisses Lunara, “That sounds absolutely perfect."