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Deiser had everything he needed to accomplish the summoning: a worn purple tome that contained the ritual, candles set up in a strange though circular shape according to the diagram within the tome's worn pages, and a large axe, his weapon of choice, in case things went wrong. Not that they would. The man was confident in his magical abilities - why else would he try to summon a spirit so dangerous? Sure, it wasn't as if he knew what he'd do with her once he'd summoned her, but his curiosity demanded he find out if this Tenebra was truly the seductive spirit the book made her out to be. Now all he had to do to find out was say the words to the ritual.

"Tenebra," he murmured, as he bent down to light each candle with the assistance of some slight fire magic. "Oh Tenebra, I call to thee. Heed my words..."

Deiser paused. Nothing so far and so he continued.

"Mistress Tenebra," he said, a little louder now. He adjusted his glasses. "Hear my summoning. Heed my call from beyond. Be here, be now, and be mine..."

Deiser shivered as a gust of cold wind swept through the dark cave, his ritual place of choice since it was away from those that might take issue with his "foolish rituals" and "dangerous summonings." Ha! He would show them how foolish they were when he had Tenebra under his control.

"Tenebra," he said loud enough now that his words echoed faintly through the cave. "Mistress of dark desires and corrupt change, come to me. Find yourself within my grasp, my power. Be bound to me!"

This time the wind howled, the chill causing Deiser to wrap his coat around himself tightly. He looked with concern to the candles, but their flame merely flickered. His teeth chattered until he clenched them together and forced out his next words with a booming voice.

"Mistress Tenebra! Heed my words! I summon thee, and thee shall be mine! Appear and be bound!"

After these words, the wind felt as if it was pulling out of the cave rather than in. Deiser closed his eyes and pursed his lips as the cold wind whipped past him, but he was not deterred. He raised his arms and felt the arcane energy around him rise and rise and rise-

And then there was silence.

Deiser opened his eyes and blinked. It was dark now for the candles' flames had extinguished and it was still too, not even an errant gust in the cave. The only sound was his steps as he edged towards the circle. He frowned as he looked over it. All that there were was several cold candles and the tome and his weapon to the side leaning against a large rock. He frowned and picked up the tomes.

"No, no," he said, flipping through the pages. "She's supposed to be here! I said her name five times, invoked the words of power, and rendered the ritual complete." He glanced around but only saw dark damp cave walls and the only source of magical power seemed to be him. "Come on! Tenebra, Tenebra, Tene-"

"Yes?" hissed a sultry, feminine voice with a trace of amusement.

Deiser nearly jumped out of his boots, but instead spun around to the summoning circle. The candles were now lit by a purple flame and now something stood among them, a phantasm. Deiser gawked at the sight of the ghostly shape, of her, of Tenebra for she was far more defined than he had expected and far more immodest than even the book had hinted at. He took his glasses off and then on again to make sure he wasn't just seeing things. The tome had called her a seductive Salazzle spirit, but he hadn't been really sure what that truly meant. What towered over him was the ethereal image of a lizard woman who stood nearly two feet taller than the stout summoner. She was covered in mostly dark scales, but her chest down to her thighs and crotch were purple save for the pink scales shaped like smoke down her torso, the underside of her tail and around her nethers. She peered down at him with her fanged snout set into an amused smile, her purple eyes holding the same sort of amusement. Still, Deiser wasn't looking so much at her head but her chest and the large breasts that hung there, full and firm, her purple nipples by the pink scales set in a shape like flames on her bosom. He wanted to reach out and squeeze them, but of course they were insubstantial as the rest of her voluptuous scaled shape with her wide hips, thick thighs, and pressed in waist. Her tail swayed behind her and for a moment Deiser was entranced before he shook his head and looked to what lay between the lizard's legs, a pink crotch with an equally pink pussy. He stared and felt his member stiffen in his pants, apparently visibly so given the amused laugh that issued from Tenebra's lips.

"Hmmm," she purred, putting one of her clawed hands on her hips. "Like this body, do you, Deiser?"

Deiser gasped and Tenebra laughed again.

"What?" She tilted her head and flicked out her tongue. "Did you not know that summoning is an exchange? That all of this is an exchange?" She waited and when Deiser did not answer, she shook her head and folded her arms under her breasts. They jiggled and the mage couldn't help but stare. "Come now, won't you exchange a few words with your mistress at least?"

"You're not my mistress," Deiser growled, standing up as tall as he could. Even then, he felt dwarfed by the larger lizard woman. "You're my spirit, you're bound to me. You are..." He blinked. "Mine, I suppose"

"Oh?" Tenebra snorted. "Is that so? I'm yours? To do with as you wish?" She leaned forward, showing off both her bountiful bosom and her rear and the thick tail that swayed over it. "And what do you intend to do?"

"Uh, I suppose take you as my servant," Deiser replied, struggling to tear his eyes away from the Salazzle's offered assets. "Maybe make your magic mine?" He nodded his head and smiled. "You will do as I wish for I command it!"

Tenebra looked at Deiser for a few moments and then burst out laughing. She pulled back, hands on her hips and chest jiggling as her amusement echoed throughout the cave. Deiser snarled and felt his face go hot.

"This is no joke!" Deiser said, his voice barely audible over the giggling lizard girl. "I summoned you here! I bound you to me! You are mine!" He paused. "Right?"

Tenebra suddenly ceased laughing, though she maintained a wide smile as she looked back to the mage. Her tail swayed from side to side while the two stared each other in the eyes. For a few moments, there was only tense silence.

"Is that so?" Tenebra asked. "I'm yours? Then command me."

Deiser blinked and Tenebra hissed in amusement. He took a deep breath as he thought of what to say. Finally:

"I-"

"You what?" Tenebra giggled. "What's your wish, 'master?'"

"Shut up!" Deiser hissed. "Be quiet! Ha! That is my first command. Say no more!"

Tenebra tilted her head, then shook it.

"No," she said. "No, I don't think so."

"W-what?" Deiser sputtered. "N-no, I'm in control here. You will follow my commands or be...be punished!"

"In control?" Tenebra laughed. "Hardly."

Without another word she sauntered forward, Deiser's gaze drawn to the seductive sway of her hips before he realized she had stepped over the protective threshold of the ritual circle. He sputtered and stepped back, one hand raised.

"H-halt!" he shouted. "Step no further lest I banish you back to the...darkness where you belong?"

"No, no," Tenebra snickered. "I don't think so. I think I belong here now, thanks to you. And thanks to you, I'll have a more...physical form soon."

"Absolutely not!" Deiser protested. "I will not render you physical form with my magic! You are to leave immediately!"

"I think we're past that point," Tenebra advanced upon Deiser with casual strides while the mage stumbled back. "It's cute how you think you're still in control."

"I am!" Deiser said, his eyes flicking to his axe. No, that wouldn't help here. The enticing bouncing of her breasts and sway of her hips may have looked substantial, but this Salazzle was simply a spirit. He had to banish her. He paged through the tome while keeping an eye on the lizardess in his peripheral vision.

"What are you doing now?" Tenebra asked. "Looking to a book for your answers? Silly, silly Deiser. You won't find what you want there. Here, let me tell you your answer..."

"Shut up!" Deiser shouted. "I command thee to be quiet!"

"You summoned me, Tenebra, a spirit who has lacked a body for oh so long," Tenebra continued. "And you, Deiser, a mage, a man, a body, summoned me here...do you know what's going to happen?"

"You will be banished!"

"No, just the opposite. I'm going to take permanent residence...in you."

"I won't allow it!"

"Silly, silly Deiser," Tenebra laughed. "You really don't understand, do you? You are mine."

Deiser looked up to the lizard and watched as she raised both her hands. There was a crackle of energy in the air and then pink strands materialized held between her hands like a rope...or a whip. Deiser raised a hand as well, his eyes darting back and forth between the page and the Salazzle spirit.

"Mistress Tenebra," he said. "I-"

"Relinquish your will and body to me?" Tenebra said. "I accept!"

"What?" Deiser said, furrowing his brow. "No!"

"Yes," Tenebra said, nodding as she licked her snout. "Oh yes!"

Deiser tried to say something, but no words left his lips as he looked up just in time to see Tenebra release the phantasmal pink rope in one hand while she used the other to swing it back before bringing it forward towards him. The mage yelped as it wrapped around him, the book falling from his hands as he was easily pulled into Tenebra's grasp. Even though she was a spirit and should be insubstantial, should be under his command, should be bowing to his power, Deiser now found himself in an embrace, his head pressed against the lizard's bust. He tried to pull away, but her far too substantial hands forced him to stay.

"What's the problem?" Tenebra hissed. "Not quite in control? Oh, but I thought you liked my tits. Don't think I didn't notice you staring!"

Deiser sputtered, but that was about all he could manage.

"Don't worry," she purred, nuzzling his head with the end of her snout. "You'll have your own set soon. Or rather...we will. I will."

Deiser shivered and struggled still.

"That's right..." Tenebra whispered. "Big soft breasts that just love to be touched. All yours! All mine. And the rest of me too..."

"No..." Deiser managed.

"Yes. Now, do calm down. Or don't. I do enjoy a good struggle."

"Mmph!"

"Yes! Like that! I wonder when you'll break...will it be when we're cupping our new tits? Or simply the spreading of scales? When our tail stretches out and out? Or when we press into our pussy for the first time? In the end, you'll be mine, and what's mine is me."

She laughed and Deiser shuddered as a chill ran down his spine.

"Now..." Tenebra reached down and pressed his head further into her breasts. "Let's have fun."

She hissed lustily and Deiser felt her nuzzle his head again. He struggled just as suddenly there was nothing to struggle against, the mage stumbling forward. There were no breasts, no Tenebra, no arms holding him back, only a dark cave and a slight ache in his head as a pleasant warmth spread from his scalp to his crotch. His member throbbed, stiffer than before as the dazed Deiser glanced around while rubbing his head.

"Te..." he began. "Tenebra? Show yourself! Where are you?"

Here!

Deiser groaned, clutching his head. That voice had come from inside his mind! His eyes widened as he realized what that meant.

"Get outta my head!" he demanded.

You mean my head? Well, not quite. Why don't I get started, then?

Deiser growled and turned towards where he had dropped the tome right in the middle of the summoning circle. He walked towards it before coming to a halt once he felt an odd tingling in patches on his arms, legs, and - most concerning of all - his face.

He reached up and touched his face. Instead of feeling the usual clean shaven smooth skin of his cheeks, he felt patches of something smoother and drier and only somewhat pebbly. He frowned as he tried to think of what the new material was, idly rubbing his fingers against his cheeks until he abruptly felt his nails scratch against his new surface. He winced and moved his hands in front of his face to see what was the matter just as his fingers twinged. He winced again, gritting his teeth as he balled his hands into fists but not before seeing how his nails had begun to take on a darker hue and elongate into what appeared to be claws, claws that now dug into his palms. Worse, he could see a dark new material spreading over the back of his hands, subsuming hair and skin in favor of-

Scales. Those are scales, dear Deiser.

"No..." Deiser denied.

Yes! And oh, they've only just started to spread! Just wait until they've covered me completely!

"S-stop this!" Deiser cried, clenching his hands harder together. His already gritted teeth began to feel strange in his mouth, smaller, sharper, less human...

No. See, it's my turn to say no!

Deiser gasped as his fingers twinged again, the ache causing him to unclench his hands. He held them out, palms facing downward and watched as the dark scales covered his hands while his fingers stretched and thinner, longer, daintier, and with claws at the end. The scales didn't stop at his hands, however, for they pushed past his wrists and up his elbows, hard earned muscle melted away in favor of a slender and toned shape. The scales then moved under his sleeves where he could no longer see them continue to spread. He could feel it, however, the tingling warmth that caused him to shiver as he imagined what the spreading scales were doing to his arms.

Well that's just no fun! I have to see all of this. How else can I be sure my body will be perfect?

"M-my body," Deiser whimpered, even as he moved his arms to remove his jacket. He felt compelled to, although he wasn't sure if it was Tenebra's voice or his own curiosity that made him do so. Either way, soon his jacket fell to the floor, revealing the scales spreading up to shoulders that were slimming, no longer so broad...or masculine.

Exactly! My body!

Deiser attempted to muster a response, but all he managed was a hack and a cough as his now scaled jaws abruptly creaked and throbbed as they stretched forward into a forming muzzle. He was able to get off one last snort with his nose before it sank into his stretching snout, reforming into small slitted nostrils while two fanglike shapes grew near the front of either side of his lower jaws. His elongating jaws fell open and his tongue fell out, lengthening and thinning until it could simply flick back into his proto-muzzle. He tried to groan, but what came out was half hiss, half sigh, the strange sound even stranger to his ears as they sank into the sides of his changing cranium. For a few moments, his hearing was muffled and all he could really do was feel the tingle of scales spreading over his scalp as his hair fell away and then he could hear again as the two small hearing holes his ears had become fully formed. This did little to ease his spreading panic, especially as his new snout stretched in front of his very eyes, a dark, now ever-present protrusion.

Ever-present? Deiser shook his head and the last of his hair away as the dark scales completely overtook his now smooth scalp. No, he had to undo this somehow, or at least cast out the spirit causing this!

Still, his new snout did mess with his point of view. He couldn't just glance directly down now; rather, he had to actually lower his head. When he did so, his glasses, which had been precariously perched on his new snout, fell and clattered against the cave floor. He reached down and paused. He could see well enough, he realized, but what caused his sudden stop was the state of his boots. He wasn't sure how he hadn't noticed it before, but his feet felt cramped in their confines and it showed, the vamp of his boots visibly bulging. He gasped and clutched at his throat, for the scales chose that moment to spread down his neck. The scales slid down and subsumed his neck as it thinned and elongated slightly. He also noticed how his adam's apple slowly dwindled down, no longer visible among the dark scales of his neck. He panted and the sound that issued from his throat was a few octaves higher, a hiss high and feminine.

Ah, there's my voice. Recognize it?

"N-no," Deiser murmured, wishing he didn't recognize the new sound of his voice. He sounded exactly like Tenebra sans her confidence.

That will change.

"No." Deiser denied, and this time he sounded more like the seductive Salazzle, confident and quietly forceful. He...didn't hate it?

We love it.

He nodded, a smile sliding up his snout before he caught himself. He shook his head, trying to maintain his resistance even as his boots' resistance gave out. He heard a rip and followed by a loud tear that echoed throughout the cave and then he was looking to his feet, or rather the four thick taloned toes on each foot that pressed out of the ruined remnants of his boots. Cursing, he hopped on one foot while he ripped away the scraps of the other, until that foot was totally free. Upon his success, he placed it against the ground and nearly stumbled and fell, for his manner of standing was different now, on the toes rather than the heel. He stared at his four taloned foot and wondered where the fifth had gone even as he removed the remnants from his other foot. Finally, he had both feet on the floor and his talons touching the ground while his heel remained lifted felt...fine. Natural, even.

Of course! It's how we walk.

Deiser shook his head, but there was no denying how it felt to stand like it. There was a certain confidence in his new posture that he enjoyed, even if he knew he should be concerned about the tingling warmth of the dark scales spreading up his legs, reshaping them much like his arms, slender and shapely and thinner at least until the scales spread over his thighs. Here, the smoothly scaled flesh began to thicken and yet Deiser paid it very little mind as he placed his clawed hands on his hips and felt his confidence soar.

Yes, yes! Like that!

Deiser paused. Didn't he want to go against Tenebra's wishes? Wasn't he meant to be in control? And yet he felt in control even if his body was changing before his very eyes, even if he wouldn't be able to recognize his own face in the mirror. But...why wouldn't he? He had seen it before, that reptilian snout curved into a confident smile and the greater confidence of the purple eyes that stared from that fanged visage. He blinked and his eyes grew a little larger and slitted while his eyelashes grew longer and thinner, feminine lashes to frame his reptilian eyes.

Was this what he wanted?

Yes.

He had only to consider before the hips upon which his clawed hands rested ached. He looked down and then winced as they pulled apart with a very audible pop, widening further and further to enhance his increasingly feminine figure. His pants felt tight and yet somehow loose, so he undid his belt and threw it away even as he stared at the feminine girth of his hips. Feminine, because like Tenebra he was a woman.

"No!" he shouted in that sultry, feminine voice of his as his hips pushed further apart with another pop while the scales settled around. He wiggled them subconsciously and his now loose pants simply fell in a pool around his feet, exposing his legs to the chill air of the cave. He shivered as he looked over them. They were long and lithe, darkly and smoothly scaled from taloned foot to knee before the scales became purple as they reached up his juicy thighs and to his crotch. He stared at his thighs, hissing lustfully as they thickened before his eyes. He rubbed them together and hissed in annoyance at the presence of something that squished between them, hard and stiff and utterly unfeminine. It hung between his legs, his member, his cock, his penis, and he...no longer wanted it?

Of course not.

Deiser's crotch was next to be bare as a third, last adjustment to the now very wide width of his hips caused his underwear to be next to fall. They settled just above his pants and he stepped back away from both as he looked to his groin. The scales were still spreading there, but they had already done away with his hair with the smooth scales around his masculinity being an utterly girly pink. Pink, because she...he was a girl. A woman. A sultry Salazzle woman who took orders from no one except herself.

Deiser blinked. Was that...was that woman him? He considered the question as his shaft began to shrink, testicles pulling in tight against his crotch while the scales smoothed out the rest of his wide, wide hips before spreading around to his rear and up his back. He hissed his uncertainty, hands following the spread of scales so that they rested on his posterior, a butt beginning to fill out as it slowly swelled from flat to something plumper and more pleasing to the eye. A little nub pressed out from above his swelling rear, two other protrusions sprouting from the side and joining it in new growth even as his masculinity was on the decline. The dark scales softly spread up his back as it took on a slight curvature, an arch that complimented the thinning sides of his waist. His figure was becoming increasingly feminine and that was...

Fine.

Yes. He nodded. It was more than fine. He was becoming more-

Scaled.

More-

Feminine.

More-

Like Tenebra.

In other words, more like himself.

Herself?

Deiser blinked his eyes, their hue beginning to darken to purple. The question was forgotten as his rump experienced a surge of growth, the increasingly lizardlike man hissing in pleasure as he squeezed at his plump cheeks. There was a throb at his groin, but it lessened as his shaft further softened. He looked at it and smiled as he watched inch after inch dwindle down while his testicles pulled up and into a freshly formed hole. Pink folds formed next, pulsing wantonly as they thickened and framed his forming femininity. He shivered and moaned, a new pleasurable warmth pervading his crotch as he felt what once were his testicles now ovaries slowly travel up his forming inner passage up and up until they reached their proper place within him.

Her.

Deiser blinked again, the purple in his eyes darker now. Her, because she was a her, something solidified as what little remained of her shaft shivered and throbbed, so much smaller and yet so much more sensitive. It dribbled pathetically before it was reduced to a simple yet oh so sensitive pink nub that throbbed harshly despite its small size. It was as if the sensitivity of her former erection had been condensed into the pink little button of what was her new clit, a sensitivity she wanted to experience oh so soon...or had she before?

Or course I have.

She nodded as her clit settled into its proper place nestled between her folds with a pleasurable twinge that left her gasping and a little wet. There was no bulge between her smoothly scaled crotch now, just a very pink flower of femininity. She smiled, squeezing her plump rump while she stared at those feminine folds. They were hers, she knew, puffy and pink and proudly ready for use. Her use. But-

Not now.

Not yet. She had other things to attend to and that was the new appendage pushing out above her pleasing posterior. She lifted her hands and grabbed at it, a nubby little thing scaled in black above and in pink on the underside. The new lizard woman shivered as she rubbed at the underside. It was so sensitive and caused her arousal to only grow, her need a warm glow between her legs.

"Soon," she whispered in that seductive voice of hers, so familiar since it was the one in her head as well.

Soon.

Her tiny tail wriggled and abruptly thickened in her hands while it simultaneously pressed out. She hissed as she felt the tip flow beyond her clawtips as it continued to extend out and out, thicker and thicker while the two smaller nubs at its base grew out into thin, whiplike protrusions. While her tail grew, the scales spread over the rest of her yet-unaltered skin. They slid smooth and purple up her softening stomach, the fat there sliding up towards her chest to settle around thickening purple nipples. Her unsullied sides caved in as the scales spread over them too in a dark shade to make the lighter purple of her inner torso all the more noticeable, pink scales forming just above her inner thighs in wispy smoky patterns while similar patterns curled from her collarbone to just around her nipples. Fatty flesh swelled beneath her stiff nipples, forming small yet sensitive mounds that were her-

"Breasts," she hissed along with the voice in her head, her voice, she knew for who else would be there? She brought up her claws to cup the nascent mounds, though she was annoyed to find her chest still covered by an unfitting white shirt. Still, there was something enticing in the way her nipples pressed against the cloth while her tits visibly swelled. At first they were no more than mere bumps, but after a few moments they were noticeably larger, still small, still more than modest, but that was ok.

She was a growing girl, after all.

She smiled at this, arching her back and feeling her small breasts jiggle the slightest amount while her tail continued to grow out from behind her. Her chest and tail weren't the only thing growing, however. The shapely Salazzle herself was beginning to grow larger overall as well, muscle and slight mass added onto her feminine, scaled form as limbs lengthened, torso thickened, and cranium changed all to match the proportions of a reptilian woman two feet taller than she used to be.

Used to be? She snorted as her growth caused her shirt to rip and fall away as tatters to the ground while her chest continued to swell. She brushed away a few scraps of cloth before bringing her hands to cup her tits in her clawed hands, shivering and hissing as she squeezed her burgeoning breasts. They were big, yes, but they could be bigger and so she willed it so. They had to be bigger, she had to have more heft to her chest if she wanted to be complete, if she wanted to be just as beautiful and busty as Tenebra because Tenebra was-

"Me," she purred, then shivered. Something rose in the back of her mind, but it was pushed down by the increasing weight of her breasts, so round, so full, so heavy and sensitive to the touch that it was hard to think of anything else. They filled her hands and then some, forcing her to merely fondle her tits as they grew down and out, hanging hefty and heavy on her chest just as they should be, her pussy warming as she squeezed her sensitive flesh, just as it should. She wiggled her rear and her tail stretched to its last bit of length, thick and nearly as long as the rest of her body. Her breasts bounced too and she smiled, drooping her head down to tuck her snout in between her cleavage, a position that felt oddly familiar. She flicked out her tongue and tickled at one of her nipples, hissing at the pleasure that it entailed. Her breasts too had one last surge of growth, adding some slight heft to their already full weight. She squeezed her ripe breasts and moaned, her pussy hot and ready and wanting, no, needing of attention. She lifted her head while one of her hands dropped down, sliding over her slick slit and ready to plunge in except-

Except she paused and frowned. Something seemed off and as she looked over her body down past her reptilian snout she wasn't sure why. She was naked as she often liked to be and there was nothing wrong with her form as far as she could see. She was smoothly scaled mostly in black, purple from her knees to her breasts to her collarbone, and pink around her pussy, the sensitive underside of her tail, and in smoky shapes around her torso and tits. Her thick tail swayed behind her along with the two whiplike protrusions at its base, the tip of her tail near the ground though she dearly wished to bring it towards her pussy. A pussy, because she was a woman, a sultry, seductive Salazzle woman, a full figured one and then some at that with her wide hips, enticingly thick thighs, plump posterior, curvy waist, and of course the large, heavy breasts that hung from her chest. She heaved a sigh and her breasts bounced, the lizard woman bringing her clawed hands to hold her breasts still while her talons clicked against the ground. She screwed her eyes shut and clenched her snout as she tried to think. What was wrong with her?

Nothing.

"Nothing..." she murmured, slowing opening her eyes. She smiled. Of course there was nothing wrong with her. She was-

Still a little confused. Something urged her to turn around and so she did. She stepped forward, hips and tail swaying as one as she followed that urge, claws clicking against the ground until she stood in front of a circle of candles and a book that lay before it. She blinked and knelt down to pick up the book. It was small in her hands, and yet she turned the pages delicately with her clawed hands. All at once, it came rushing back: the man, the ritual, the successful summoning, the spirit of that sexy Salazzle that was-

Her.

She stared down at the book and chuckled. The book wasn't her, but it was hers. She had written it in case she was ever cast adrift in that black beyond and now here she was again, fully formed and fully figured too. She flipped through the pages and couldn't help but let out another laugh as she went over what other rituals were contained within the book. All this choice and he had been drawn to her to-

Tenebra.

Yes! And what had that foolish man's name been? Sedire? No, no, that was one of the demons in the books, a seductive succubus almost as possessive as her. The man's name was...it was...

"Deiser..." the Salazzle murmured. Something sparked in her mind and her eyes momentarily widened before they darkened to a purple as deep as her scales. She smiled as she willed her tail to twine around her leg. "What a silly, silly name for a silly, silly man..."

She tossed the book away and placed her hands on her breasts instead. She squeezed them and shivered, that spark dimming slightly while her arousal spiked.

"Mmm, stubborn too," she said. "But he's no match for me. He's not me. I'm..." She smiled and squeezed her breasts. "Tenebra."

She let out a sigh, her tail unwrapping from her leg as the tip snaked up and up towards her slick slit. She placed her thumbs on her nipples and slowly let them circle around her areola. She shivered and gasped before letting out a squeal as the tip of her tail touched at her feminine folds.

"Ah, yes!" she cried. "So stubborn and yet no match for me." She tweaked her nipples and shuddered. "He didn't know what he was missing and that's..." She snorted, moaning as her tail pressed into her slit, spreading her folds teasingly apart ever so slowly. The spark changed, quickly becoming one with her being, until the essence that was left was...

"Me."

Her. Of course it was her. It was always her.

"And you know who has the most fun?" she asked before moaning as she entered herself, the tip of her tail penetrating past her slit and into her warm inner passage. She shook and her breasts bounced, only slightly stilled as she squeezed them. She thrust in with her tail and hissed with pleasure while the question hung in the air. There was no one left to answer it, of course, because the only one here was her, Tenebra, the domineering lizard mistress of lust. Just her here and thus her love of lust was directed at herself, the sultry Salazzle bucking her hips and squeezing her breasts as she continued to push further and further into herself. She felt so tight, so needy, as if it had been ages since she'd done this! And, of course, it had been. She'd been adrift from the world, far away from the pleasures of flesh but now that she was back she was certainly indulging her flesh with pleasure. She almost wished she could thank the fool who had called her here in the first place but again the only one here was her, and she was enjoying it so. She panted and gasped, thrashed and squeezed, hissed and thrusted until she could scarcely take it anymore, so wet and ready for release. She was close, so close, and it only took a single thrust before she was over the edge.

The Salazzle shrieked and fell to her knees as she came, pleasure overwhelming her mind as her cry of pleasure echoed throughout the cave. She shivered as she tugged her tail out of her tight slit out her hands, breasts jiggling while her slick tail slid between her thighs to softly sway over her likewise jiggling rump. She panted and panted, feeling very much pleased and pleasured and oh so alive. She, Tenebra, was back and she could feel her pheromones and magical reserves restore, a slight pinkish and purple haze shimmering into place around her. She smiled, eyes glazing over in the afterglow as she absentmindedly fondled her tits. Oh yes, it was good to be back.

Back, and yet not quite complete. She looked to her form and hissed. While she did tend towards nudity, some clothes could be helpful at least to complete her look. Some of the haze around her swirled and settled around her various parts of her body. Mostly black leggings with a pink pattern of a smoky swirl formed around her legs and feet, soft and thin and allowing her talons to stick out. Upon her groin, a very, very immodest thong formed, the straps settling around her wide hips and digging into her rear, the new underwear both accentuating her shapely rump and highlighting the cleft of her smoothly scaled femininity. A material similar to what was found on her legs shaped itself from just under her shoulders to her hands, though not covering her fingers. They were tight and matched the coloration of her tail, black on top and pink on the underside. Next, a thin dark leather strap fastened itself around her breasts. It covered just her nipples and little else, leaving the rest of her breasts on display. Another leather strap formed in the center and trailed its way up to the collar that formed around her throat. She winced as it cinched tightly against her neck, but then smiled. It constrained her slightly, yes, but there was freedom in that constraint. She was nearly naked and yet not, immodest and also covered. She stood up and her new apparel creaked slightly, the last addition to her that of a black band with pink down its center wrapped itself halfway down her tail. The sultry Salazzle looked down at herself as she raised a hand, smile widening as a phantasmal pink whip materialized in her hands. She whipped it and heard a satisfying crack, a sound that would be all the more fulfilling when there was a whimper behind it. Tenebra chuckled as she took in her scaled, shapely form just barely clothed that her more intimate features were enhanced rather than hidden. She was finally complete.

Well, not quite.

The Salazzle mused as she spooled the whip in one hand while holding the handle in another. She was a domineering mistress, yes? She had all she needed to be just that: her sexy Salazzle form, her confidence, commanding voice, the apparel, and her instrument of punishment and pleasure. Now all she needed were those that would call her mistress, those who she would toy with and reshape to her whim, those who would grant her so much pleasure. She merely had to seek them and they would be hers. Tenebra smirked as she confidently sauntered out of the cave, hips swaying as her tail waved enticingly over her round rear, her sweet, alluring scent not far behind.

She couldn't wait to find her first victim.