The warmth of the blanket enveloped Liselotte's body like a soft cloud.
The girl lazily cracked her eyelids open, letting in the pale morning light filtering between the black cliffs of Gloamreach Vale.
She stretched with a quiet, sweet purr, straightening her stiff arms and feeling the pleasant, soothing weight of her own ample bust resting against her ribs.
For a fraction of a second, she thought that all of this - the rebirth, the grand Empress, the ruins, and her perverse life - might have been merely an incredibly realistic dream.
A moment later, however, she tried to roll onto her side.
The movement of her hips caused a certain object lodged deep inside her to shift with hard, ruthless pressure.
"KYYYAAAH!" a sharp, stifled squeal tore from Liselotte's throat.
The girl's eyes flew open so wide they nearly fell out of their orbits. She instantly sprang up into a sitting position, grabbing her buttocks with both hands and bending her spine at an angle that minimized the tearing pressure in her lower pelvis.
"What the... fucking... hell?!" she choked out through clenched teeth, tiny beads of sweat rolling down her temples.
When Nyssara mercilessly drove the Greedy Parasite Plug into her last night, the silicone toy had been barely three centimeters in diameter.
For the girl, this was a tight but tolerable size. Now, however...
Liselotte squeezed her eyelids shut, trying to visualize her body from the inside.
The diameter of the plug had grown at least twofold!
Its thickness exceeded a solid six centimeters!
The living parasite had swollen overnight, stretching her tight walls with such inhuman, malicious greed that the girl felt as if someone had shoved a small, solid anvil inside her.
Liselotte took a few shallow, feverish breaths.
At this rate, this cursed monstrosity is going to literally tear me apart from the inside! flashed through her panicking mind.
She then remembered the artifact's description: the plug possessed a malicious consciousness that had to be actively suppressed by force.
Instinctively, guided by her subconscious, Liselotte focused on her internal energy flow.
She reached deep into her massive pool of five hundred mana points, isolated an even portion of thirty units, and without hesitation pumped it straight into the pulsating parasite in her ass.
The reaction was instantaneous.
The parasite hissed soundlessly in her bowels, drinking up the pure mana. Pacified and satiated, the artifact began to slowly, centimeter by centimeter, go limp and shrink.
The expanding pressure eased, until finally, the shaft returned to its original, safe dimensions.
Liselotte let out a massive, drawn-out breath of relief from her lungs, dropping her hands onto the soft pink blanket.
She turned her head over her shoulder and glared at her own ass with profound, deadly reproach:
"Holy hell... listen here, you little shit! I don't have the slightest problem with you growing and stretching me out, but don't do it while I'm sleeping! What's going to happen if my Mistress ever fucks me so mercilessly that I pass out from exhaustion for three days, and during that time you grow to the size of a pumpkin and I split in half?! Have some tact!"
As if in response to her words, the plug lodged deep inside her body suddenly pulsed maliciously. The shaft rapidly expanded by a centimeter, and then, with a quiet, internal smack, instantly shrank back down.
Liselotte's left eyelid twitched nervously.
"It looks like... you're going to be a lot of trouble," she muttered under her breath.
"Did you sleep well?" a cold, melodic voice suddenly rang out from the side.
Liselotte flinched, immediately turning her head toward the altar stairs.
"Sleeping was quite pleasant, though next time I'd prefer to be in a huge, comfortable bed, snuggled up to my Mistress and your phenomenal bod - "
The girl's brazen words died in her throat.
Liselotte's jaw literally dropped, and her ruby eyes widened to their absolute limits.
Before her stood Elarienne.
In her right hand, the tall blonde held the crystalline dildo, its transparent shaft gleaming in the morning sun, but it wasn't the sight of the glass phallus that rendered the maid speechless.
It was the outfit the elf was wearing.
Instead of her austere green traveling robe buttoned right up to the neck, Elarienne was wearing one of the most phenomenal, elegant, and shamelessly sensual ensembles Liselotte had ever seen.
The top consisted of a corseted, sea-green bodice the color of sunlit waves, featuring a deep, sweetheart neckline trimmed with rows of tiny pearls and strings of crystals that perfectly accentuated the elf's full, firm bust, converging at the waist with an ornate pearl clasp.
On her hips rested a heavy, filigree belt crafted from silver and gleaming shells, from which cascaded chains and teardrops of blue aquamarine. Right beneath it billowed an asymmetrical, fairy-tale skirt of shimmering silk; on one side it flowed almost to the ground, while on the other it exposed her entire, long thigh all the way up to the hip.
A flowing, sheer cape with cascading ruffles draped from Elarienne's shoulders, and her slender forearms were adorned with long, openwork gloves entwined with spiral strings of small pearls.
An intricate silver necklace with a massive aquamarine teardrop gleamed on her neck, and on her feet... on her feet she wore delicate, mint-colored sandals with leather straps wrapping around her ankles, trimmed with seashells, but constructed entirely on a flat, comfortable sole.
She looked like an ancient siren goddess of the seas who had descended straight from the mythical depths.
Elarienne surveyed the girl's gaping mouth for a moment, then cleared her throat with slight embarrassment, crossing her arms beneath her bust.
"This... this is an outfit from your inventory," the blonde explained quickly, averting her gaze for a moment. "Nyssara pulled it out last night when we finished gutting the meat from the hunt. She said my old robe was too rigid for combat and that this outfit would appeal to you far more. If... if you have a problem with me wearing your things, I can take it off immediately and give it back to you..."
Liselotte didn't even let her finish!
With a wild, hysterical squeal of awe, the girl threw off the pink blanket, sprang to her feet, and shot forward like a projectile!
She leaped onto Elarienne, wrapping her arms around her neck and throwing her legs over her hip with such momentum that the elf had to take two wobbly steps backward to avoid crashing to the ground.
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" Liselotte shrieked at the top of her lungs, pressing her cheek against her pearl necklace. "Give it back?! Never! You look absolutely phenomenal! Like the sexiest, most magnificent elven queen to ever walk this earth! That corset, that exposed thigh, those pearls... Don't you dare take it off! I have hundreds of clothes in my stash, take whatever you want!"
Elarienne struggled to maintain her balance, holding the crystalline dildo away from their bodies with one hand, and catching the trembling servant by the back with the other.
"Calm down finally, damn it," the elf tossed out with forced coldness, though a faint blush bloomed on her cheeks. "It is merely a piece of fabric."
Elarienne's gaze, however, involuntarily drifted downward.
Liselotte's pink satin nightgown was completely askew.
A thin strap had slipped off her shoulder, almost entirely exposing her left, monstrous breast with its hardened, swollen nipple, which jutted out a mere few centimeters from the blonde's face.
Liselotte registered this instantly.
Instead of covering herself, she giggled shamelessly, hopped down to the floor, cupped both breasts from underneath with her hands, and thrust them demonstratively toward the elf.
"My nightgown is pretty too, isn't it?" she chirped with pride. "It's a personal gift from my Mistress!"
Elarienne lowered her gaze to her spilling cleavage, and a shadow of a reserved, amused smile appeared on her lips.
"That pink suits you."
Liselotte snorted with laughter, shaking her head:
"I was secretly hoping for some harsh, filthy comment about my perky nipples, but from a beautiful elf like you, even such a dry remark sounds like a compliment! Besides... you look so incredibly elegant and obscenely attractive in that outfit that I'll forgive you anything!"
Elarienne laughed quietly - a sound so clear and melodic that it practically chimed in the air.
"It isn't exclusively about aesthetics, Liselotte. This ensemble is called the Siren Sorceress Set. According to its magical properties, the corset and pearls alone increase my mana pool by an even three hundred points, and the belt with the cape double the rate of passive energy regeneration by one hundred percent. In short: my magical capacity has nearly doubled."
Liselotte's mouth fell wide open.
"Three hundred mana points and double regeneration?! Damn... that sounds powerful!"
Elarienne looked at the crystalline dildo she held in her hand, and her smile became somewhat tart.
"Indeed. Though even those statistics are a far cry from the potential of this glass cock."
Liselotte immediately narrowed her eyes, spotting the dried, gleaming streaks of saliva on the artifact's transparent surface.
"Ooo! I see someone was working their tongue hard last night!" the servant cackled. "And? Did you manage to activate it?"
Elarienne sighed heavily, shaking her head with obvious, profound frustration.
"I sat with it in my hands for several hours. I licked it... polished it, and nothing. Complete emptiness."
"Is it really that hard to trigger?" Liselotte asked in surprise, stepping closer and examining the size of the dildo.
"My talent revealed significantly more than the general system description would indicate," the elf explained matter-of-factly, tapping her nail against the transparent shaft. "It turns out the Skill Copy effect is not nearly as unconditional as it is with your plug. I can exclusively copy an ability that I have witnessed with my own eyes within the last twenty-four hours. Furthermore: for the artifact to process the spell, during activation I must channel my mana in the exact same manner the original owner does."
Liselotte furrowed her brow, quickly processing this information in her head.
"Wait... does that mean if I were to cast my Empower spell right now, you would have to use your talent to peek at exactly how my body weaves the mana, recreate that same circulation within your own body, and then after twenty-four hours the copied spell just evaporates and you'd have to watch me cast it all over again?"
"Precisely," Elarienne agreed. "On one hand, it is a massive limitation. It requires inhuman concentration, continuous analysis, and a special talent just to be able to see how the mana flows during the casting of a skill in the first place. But on the other hand... this artifact does not possess a hard slot limit, as is the case with yours. If we battle an army of fifty enemies and I manage to analyze their spells, during a single battle I could have fifty or even a hundred different skills copied simultaneously."
Liselotte whistled through her teeth in admiration.
"Well, there you go! I get five skills forever, and you get an entire army temporarily! That isn't weak at all!"
Elarienne looked at the dildo again with a grimace.
"That is the theory. In practice, I haven't even dared to attempt a copy test yet."
Liselotte smiled with goofy confidence.
"Are you afraid of that curse for a misunderstanding penalty? Curses can't be that terrible!"
Elarienne leveled a heavy stare at her.
"My talent identified the specifics of the punishment. If I make an error in the structure of the copied spell, the artifact afflicts me with a randomized Curse of Lust lasting exactly twenty-four hours."
Liselotte blinked.
"A curse... of lust?"
"In short: for an entire day, I would be as horny as a rabid bitch," the elf explained with total, icy seriousness. "Or my body would lose control of itself, forcing me to moan at random moments. I could also receive a curse that triggers spontaneous orgasms."
Silence fell over Gloamreach Vale.
Liselotte stared at the phenomenal, proud blonde standing before her in the sheer, sea-green siren outfit, with her thigh exposed, pearls hugging her bust, and a massive crystalline phallus in her hand.
In a fraction of a second, wild, maddened, perverse little fires ignited in the maid's ruby eyes.
Her demonic tail began beating against the ground like crazy, and the widest, most brazen, smut-dripping smile in the history of the entire universe bloomed on her face.
She took a step toward the elf, clasping her hands over her sternum and whispering in a rapturous voice:
"Elarienne... listen... maybe you should try copying my Empower after all?! Come on, let's risk it! What have you got to lose?!"