NOVPUBTaking on a pinkish tinge, the Wyvern snarled at me and tried to lunge forwards, stretching out its wing and attempting to pierce me with a refined point of Wind Mana that coalesced around the long talon that protruded from the joint.
It was trying so hard to move quickly and finish me once and for all, and yet it simply couldn't as its 'body' fought against it, a pervasive sluggishness flowing throughout its 'veins' as the strong desire to stop fighting and just rest began to take over its mind.
Definitely a unique way to make use of Lust Mana, I'm sure, and definitely a way that would make Cali stare at me in both adoration as well as disgusted confusion as she tried to determine if our partnership was truly worth it, but I couldn't - and she definitely couldn't have - denied how effective it was.
Maybe it wasn't the correct way to make use of this tool of mine, but a hammer still worked at cutting someone open if you were determined enough, so could you really question the method used to achieve your goals so long as they worked?
I wasn't about to, and as that outstretched wing moved at a snails pace compared to how fast it had been moving just moments ago I breathed out a sigh of relief as I just walked around the attack, letting the Wyvern stumble forwards as I continued to weave together my Lust Mana.
My current state wasn't at its best either, both because of the prior waves that had drained a lot of my stamina and mana as well as this heat that I had willingly drove myself into, a heat that was just as pervasive as the exhaustion and laziness that was taking over that Wyvern.
Half of my mind was filled with thoughts of Lady Fenyras while the other half was running around figuring out ways to kill this mana constructed monster so that I could complete this wave and finish this portion of the trial. 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝘤𝑜𝘮
That half that was being less 'productive' was very distracting just as it was so very empowering, the large, grey skinned and silver eyed Wolfkin smirking at me arrogantly in my mind as she slowly and teasingly pulled her shirt over her head, revealing that cut, delectable abdomen to me...
Flexing her midriff and emphasizing those perfect ovular bundles of muscular goodness, Lady Fenyras ran a strong hand over them and drew my eyes lower, towards her impeccably defined lower abs that pointed down towards the very stiff bulge in her pants.
It was a slow burn that was consuming my mind, the idea that the arrogant Demon Wolf would love to put on a show to woo me even further - to make me succumb to my lust and give in to her desires - flooding my body with heat as I realized how close I had been to getting to actually see this sight.
Just a few more hours... if we had been together for just a little while longer I could have seen not only that, but also the very impressive, dominant rod of meat that could make any woman swoon, let alone a Dogkin bitch waiting - pleading - to be bred...
That was just what half of my mind was doing, supplying the other half with both distraction and power alike as the Lust Mana inside of the tattoo began to overflow, dripping out of me in more ways than one.
Attempting to wield the Lust Mana was only difficult because of the distraction, but the moment I accepted that my darker desire had been to succumb to my lust whole heartedly and give myself up to that Demon Wolf it became pliant, willing to be molded as I pleased.
Willing to work with me so long as I continued to desire things, and so my mind was filled with tantalizing soft core imagery that was doing hard core 'damage' to me right now while I prepared to do real damage to the monster in front of me.
This second sphere of Lust Mana was stronger than the last, filled with the desire to stop fighting once more, but this time it was accompanied by a more pervasive need to sleep, an exhaustion that would feel so wonderful to give in to.
To lay down and be submissive, to let yourself go and just drift away... it was a much harder concept to convey in such a crude manner, but it was definitely going to work as I pressed the sphere into the Wyvern's chest myself this time, eliciting a slurred roar as the monster tried to stumble away from me.
When the third sphere glowed between my hands, the Wyvern was already tumbling to the ground, whimpering and growling as it tried to fight against my mental assault, doing whatever it could to stay awake... and yet it wasn't anywhere near enough.
This time, the sphere was even harder for me to shape, but only because it was a desire I didn't have; the desire to slip into unconsciousness and drift amongst that darkness that I had once experienced, to float amongst the void reminiscent of death...
A void I had actually inhabited once, a place I never wanted to return to, at least not now, not when I had so much left to actually live for, when I had people to continue living with; that desire to go into that void was glowing between my hands, and as I pressed it against the Wyvern the monster let out a pitiful gurgle, like it was pleading with me.
I ignored it, but I couldn't help but feel somber even as my midriff became enflamed with desires, the sight of the mana constructing becoming fully pink before fading away slowly looking far more beautiful than I had anticipated.
It was eery yet gorgeous at the same time, something that tickled that morose part of the brain that could somehow find good in what should be bad; as the Wyvern fell silent and faded from existence, I couldn't help but appreciate what I had done.
I had killed a creature by lulling it to sleep and placing it into an eternal slumber, not wounding it, not drawing any blood, but by forcing it to succumb to an unwanted, cold peace as it faded away from life, never to awaken again.
There was a beauty to that, but it could barely be appreciated as the monster died moments later, gone from my sight and leaving me feeling hot while my head numbed, the vision of Lady Fenyras slowly undressing for me entering a far more morbid scene as she pushed me down.
Now that the focus of my Lust Mana was gone I was made into its focus, taking its power from myself to be used against myself as it amplified what I was seeing and forcing me to feel it, catching me off guard.
I swear I could feel Lady Fenyras' fingers brushing against my skin as she pushed me onto my back, feel her running her hands down my body before groping my breasts; I could feel her breath against my neck as she leaned down to kiss me, feel the heat of her skin against mine...
Trying to regain control of myself was hard, but I somehow managed to do it before I could imagine what it would be like to have the Demon Wolf latch onto my nipple and smack herself against my loins, dripping some of her seed onto my tattoo and letting it drink a little before we began...
I managed to stop myself from imagining that, and yet the damage was done... I was beyond horny again, in desperate need of release, and now I was contemplating how 'bad' it would be to finish that scene in my mind, knowing that the shame would make it feel so much better in the moment.
