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Written by Choice Cuts Deli

Commission for DarkGoddessLilith | March 2021 | 10041 Words

As the sun rose higher and higher in the sky, Lylia the butcher sighed as she swept the brushy strands of her broom on the cobblestone stoop of her shop. The warm summer sun beat down upon the buxom-chested shop owner, her tight-fitting hunter green tunic already sweaty from the hours of work she was caught up in. Wiping off her brow, she focused on the last bits of tidying up outside her storefront, hoping to finish just in time for lunch. A heavy rain blanketed the city of Tristram the night before, soaking the cobbled streets in runoff and mud. It was an unfortunate setback for the hard-working people; despite the warm weather, there would be much cleaning to accomplish before the morning was out. Dirt and grime had to be swept, bunting and flowers laid out, and everything had to be made ready for the day's festivities.

Today was a special day for the town of Tristram. The plague-and-demon infested city of Tristram had spent decades clawing their way back from the brink of total destruction. It was generally thought that no one could save Tristram from the clutches of damnation - the influence of Diablo himself having brought about the downfall of the city. And yet, from the ashes, a spark of life flourished. Rumors that Tristram had clawed back to life began to emerge from travelers. First that there were but a few lone survivors, living on the margins. But soon, this tale would grow. Homes were erected, night watches were keeping guard, stone was repurposed into lasting buildings. When a small cart of goods was brought across the border, laden with wood crafts, foodstuffs and even some precious gold items from the old Cathedral, the people of Westmarch could no longer afford to ignore the rumors that Tristram had risen once more.

The Margrave of Westmarch, a minor noble entrusted with defending the borders of the kingdom, was to pay a visit. Ordered by Baroness Kuznetsov herself, she would attend a small gathering as both reconnaissance and a gesture of goodwill to the people of Tristram. That meant that everything had to be perfect for her arrival, to include the tidy little town butchery and bakery, The Tip and Tail. Built of heavy stone and stout timber, the building stood upon the former site of the once-proud Tavern of the Rising Sun. The prominent location meant that the building doubled as a sort of way-station and inn for those passing through. Not that Lylia minded, of course - more traffic meant more customers partaking of her lush and lavish meats, as well as her baker sister's fine pastries.

As Lylia worked to tidy the steps of her home and business, she watched idly as two townsfolk walked past the storefront on their way into the city center. A petite brunette and her older mother, a farming family from the outskirts of town, were just about to head towards the town center, when the daughter turned about on her heels, waving to Lylia as she did.

"Good morning, Miss Lylia!" The young farm maid said, happily strolling across the street and right up to the storefront to greet her city neighbor.

"Good morning- uh... you!" The butcher said with a forced grin, doing her best not to betray the fact that she couldn't remember the girl's name. "And a pleasant day to you, my dear."

"Are you getting ready for our visitor from Westmarch?"

"I am. It is a busy day for me, I have a lot to get ready and no time to talk." Hoping that would get her to leave, the butcher turned to focus upon her sweeping. She couldn't keep her focus for long as she could sense more eyes had fallen upon her, making her skin crawl.

Looking back over her shoulder though, she noticed the young farm maid was joined by her mother, the older woman kindly wrapping an arm around her daughter's shoulder before asking, "And what do you sell, my dear?"

"You should know this already, Ma'am, mine is the Tip and Tail, the finest butcher's shop in all of Tristram. And my sister Oraza runs a small bakery within the shop. Every baked good imaginable, from tarts to pies."

"Ooooh, your sister! And who is she? Can we meet her?"

"N-no... No ma'am," Lylia sighed, planting her head in her hand. "You need not meet her, simply make sure you attend today's festivals, as you were told." The young maid tugged on her mother's shirt a little.

"Maybe we will meet her sister at the festivities today! When the Margrave of Westmarch comes to visit!"

"Yes, yes," Lylia said, trying to force a smile, while motioning with her hands for the pair to leave. "You will meet her at the fe-"

"That's right!" The old woman interrupted, throwing her hands up in the air. "The Margrave of Westmarch. Did you know the Margrave was coming to visit, Miss Lylia?"

Dumbstruck by the roundabout conversation, Lylia hung her head in her hands for a moment, nearly dropping her broom upon the cobblestones. After heaving a sigh, the butcher tried to put on her best smile, before addressing the pair.

"Look... Just show up at the festival. If the Margrave talks to you, tell her about the Tip and Tail." Two vacant yet kindly expressions stared back at her, before Lylia finished with, "I am leaving now..." Stepping back from the two, she added tersely, "Goodbye."

Turning on her heels, the butcher opened the door to her home and business, quickly closing it behind her so the commoners couldn't get inside. Her brow furrowed softly as she waited and listened, the farmers out front absentmindedly chattering about something or other in a loop until they realized they also had legs and could wander their way to the festivities in the town center. Heaving a sigh of relief, the butcher finally stepped away from the door to find her twin sister.

While some would call the building dark, with its sconce torches providing dim lighting to rich oak timbers, Lylia thought the shop floor rather inviting. Several large tables were arrayed to create a small dining area surrounding a hearth where hungry travelers could cook or warm their fresh-bought meat or baked goods. The remainder of the space was taken up with displays and sales space, large wooden display racks designed to hold decadent cuts of meat. Steaks and chops, thick roasts, accented by several beautiful specimens of dried and cured meats hanging from the rafters. To the left of the butcher's shop, a slightly smaller but no less impressive spread of baked goods were set out for sale. Lavish cakes and pies sat atop wooden trivets, while loaves of bread lay cooling in big baskets, fresh out of the oven. It was home, even if the home was a far cry from the usual living conditions for the Daughter of Hatred, the succubus Lady Lilith.

Fed up with her human guise, the demoness allowed her concentration to fade. Wispy, smoky tendrils began to flow from the curvy lady's body, almost imperceptible at first, but quickly growing into a mist that blanketed the hewn wooden floor. The billowing, amorphous cloud enveloped Lylia's form in a roiling black expanse, crackles of energy running electric through the cloud as the smoky vapor began to dissipate. What remained in her stead was a being a sheer horror. A soft laugh, beginning as a chuckle, soon turned to a cackle as the unmistakable form of the Daughter of Hatred began to emerge. The succubus Lady Lilith was adept at blending in when she needed to, the unassuming semblance of a small town butcher the perfect cover for her to walk about in public without being recognized. Not that she needed to worry too much - the 'people' of Tristram were in no place to worry about their demonic neighbor.

Stretching her arms above her head, her slender, scaly arms emerged amidst the flowing, dusky, inky-black cloud. Stepping out of the cloud, she shook off the vestiges of her human disguise, a reptilian tail and cloven hooved legs scraping along the floor as she felt herself returning to normal. It was good to be back in her old body, the Daughter of Mephisto back to her normal self. And yet, she seemed in no mood to savor the return to her demonic self, her brow knitted as she began to search for her sister in the quiet butcher's shop.

"Lucia!" The Daughter of Hatred growled, walking past the entrance to the upstairs, pausing to call for her up into the shop's living quarters. In the absence of a proper tavern, The Tip and Tail acted as a sort of way-station for the town, so it was only right to have a few beds available for weary travelers. Tapping her cloven hooved feet impatiently upon the wooden floor, she decided not to head upstairs. Instead, she walked back through the open atrium of the combined shop, passing the decadent sweets and fattening treats her twin sister had laid out. She had expected Lucia to be working setting up the final touches on the store floor, finishing with a round of cakes, pies, and other rich treats on her side of the shop. Yet she was nowhere to be found, at least not on the public side of the building.

"Lucia!" Lilith barked again, this time a little louder, before finally getting a response from the kitchen.

"I'm here, sis, couldn't hear you." It might have been a lie, but it was a convenient lie. "I've been focusing to keep up the illusion over the entire town." Finally Homing in on her twin sister, Lilith stomped her way to the back room, hooved feet clattering with enough force to rumble a few dishes on the countertop.

"How many times do I have to tell you, stop making the undead revenants try and interact with me! They're dumb as dirt and it's annoying to have to hold their hands to get them to understand anything." Lilith pouted a little as she stepped into the kitchen to see her twin sister sitting quietly at the kitchen island. She looked a bit exhausted, her slender arms resting on the countertop, head laid in her hands as she tried to concentrate. Her stark white and flowing hair added just the right curves and definition to her hourglass-slender waist as she sat mumbling some incantation. Sighing, the succubus enchantress tried her best to focus on her illusory magic despite her sister haranguing her.

"Sis, you know they won't learn anything unless they interact with people. They're reanimated bodies. We're in a city full of zombies, they barely know who they once were."

"Well make them learn some other way than bothering me. I practically told an old woman to go fuck herself." Lilith frowned, pouting a little before peeking into one of Lucia's ovens, the last batch of chocolate tarts firming up in the warm embrace of the heat. "Ooooh... Those look heavenly."

"I mean... you can? Tell her to go fuck herself all you want. It's not like the legion of undead have feelings to hurt." With a smirk, Lucia stood from the kitchen table, adjusting her black leather and pearl collar before adding, "The tarts look good, don't they? Devilish is more like it, they're rich cocoa and a little rendered fat to make them creamier." Lilith groaned, wiping a dollop of drool from her mouth as she did.

"You're going to make me fat, Lucia," Lilith added with a smirk, opening the oven door a little wider and tentatively grabbing one of the chocolate tarts out with her toughened fingertips.

"That wasn't the plan we had opening this little honeypot, but I suppose you could stand to gain a few pounds." Lucia chuckled, giving her sister a poke in the side while she popped the pastry out of its baking dish and into her mouth, chomping down on the gooey cocoa treat with a hearty crunch. "Save some for later, I'll be adding some whipped cream over top."

"Mmm... can't wait. It is nearly noon though; we should be getting ready for the Margrave's arrival."

"Go over the plan one more time?" Lucia asked, pushing the oven door closed just as Lilith reached out to sneak a second bite from the oven.

"Fine." The succubus growled at being denied her snack. "The Margrave arrives, the townsfolk greet her, the mayor gives his welcome and introduces us. He's the least damaged of all the corpses so he should be fine to talk with her at length. After she comes back to our place, we'll command the townsfolk to destroy her carriage, we'll take her prisoner and... much like those meddling butchers from Westmarch do, we'll part her out for meat."

"Torture her, end her life, and reanimate her just long enough to put in a good word for Tristram. Then it will be easy pickings, visitors aplenty to kidnap and abuse." Lucia smirked, before adding, "and perhaps we can begin to pin their disappearances on The Chop Shop."

"One step at a time, my dear sister," Lilith added, a little smirk as she swiped a finger in the bowl of fresh whipped cream. "First we make sure the messenger is enthralled. Then we can focus on our real enemies."

Just as Lucia took the bowl away from Lilith, the clock on the old cathedral tower groaned to life as it struck 11:30 AM. It was nearly showtime, and the reapplication of their illusory human forms would take a little effort to finalize.

A carriage thundered down the old winding road, through the forests of Khanduras, headed towards the once-blighted town. The trip was arduous as much of the old roadway fell into disrepair, causing the carriage driver to slow in order to avoid obstacles. Yet despite the present dangers that came of traveling to Old Tristram, the carriage held only one occupant. Margrave Ella Weiss was but a minor noble in Baroness Kuznetsov's court, yet the ambitious and bright-eyed Lady was charged with the defense of the Westmarch frontier, and as such, she held considerable sway over the affairs of the fallen town of Tristram. For years, she had sent scavenging parties to the old city, keeping tabs on the comings and goings of the legion of the damned, while ensuring none strayed into the kingdom.

Yet when rumors of the city's return began to swirl, she was among the first to volunteer to reconnoiter the town herself. It was deemed too risky to bring anyone other than herself and a brave, or perhaps suicidal, carriage driver. But Margrave Weiss needed to see for herself. It was almost a promise that she return to Tristram, having been there as a child during the horrid days of the town's fall. If the city was truly ascendant, she would be the judge of its safety firsthand. Passing the old bend in the road, Lady Ella leaned her head out of the carriage, gasping as she had to duck back inside to avoid an overgrown tree limb, before the road ahead seemed to open into a familiar clearing. There in the distance was the old Cathedral, the clock tower still standing, if weathered from age. And new construction! Buildings, scaffolding, and people, visible from afar.

"Driver!" The dusky-blonde haired Lady called, "Do my eyes deceive me? Is that truly Tristram?"

"No ma'am, unless someone is playing tricks on the both of us. That appears to be the town of New Tristram in the distance."

"Then please, proceed with caution, Sir... And perhaps a little slower. I want to get a good look."

It was shortly after noon when the carriage made contact with the first cobbled stones of the streets, the wheels clattering with each horse-step. The vibrations sent the red and green banners of Noble House Weiss fluttering off the sides of the carriage as the clack-clack of hooves and wheels heralded the arrival of the long-awaited guest. The distinct sound began to draw attention from the people of Tristram, smiling faces beginning to emerge from their homes while waving townsfolk welcomed the new arrival to their quaint town. The citizens were nowhere near as numerous as the massive city of Westmarch, but as Lady Ella leaned out the window to wave at the small crowds gathered along the route to the city center, she couldn't help but smile as hundreds of Tristram townsfolk welcomed their first official visitor since the fall of the city to the undead legions.

Pulling the carriage into the town square, the driver turned-about before the old cathedral, bringing the horses to a stop just before a gathered throng of important citizens. Swinging the carriage door open, the young face of Lady Weiss seemed to soften as she stared out over the masses of people coming towards the town square for the festivities.

"Goodness... it's..." She paused, trying not to get choked up over the realization that the small town really had survived. "I am honored to be your town's first emissary from the Kingdom of Westmarch."

"And the Town of Tristram welcomes you, Margrave Weiss." A smiling young farm owner reached his hand out to offer her a step down, a Mayoral sash hanging over his simple overalls and shirt. "It is our privilege to receive you today, Ma'am."

"Please, you can call me Ella." She said, taking the man's hand as she stepped down to the ground, her lithe figure and slim waist held in under a tight-fitting set of leather armor for ease of maneuverability. Resisting the urge to hug the Mayor, Ella graciously accepted a few gifts from members of the crowd: a bouquet of wild flowers, a copy of the town's small broadsheet newspaper for her to return home with, and a golden goblet brought out of the old Tristram crypts. The gifts were meant to be simple trinkets, proof of the town's growing wealth and prosperity. But holding each and every one nearly brought a tear to the eye of the young noble, who remembered all too clearly the fires burning and the slaughter that befell the city. Her home.

As the first gifts were passed up into the carriage, there was a gentle cough from the crowd as two young women stepped forwards towards the Margrave. Bowing ever so respectfully, Lylia and Oraza, the respective human guises of Lilith and Lucia, came forward to offer their welcome to the noblewoman.

"Ahh yes, I hope you do not mind that your accommodations will be a bit... unconventional, Miss Ella." Offering a soft bow in return, the Margrave smiled at the two young women before her. "You see, the old inn, The Tavern of the Rising Sun, was destroyed during the legion invasion, and we've yet to build a proper public house to cater to the needs of weary travelers. But these two, our lovely butcher and baker, Lylia and Oraza, have volunteered to host the occasional weary traveler while we get our lodging situation in order."

"It would be my honor to be your guest," the Margrave said with a smile, prompting Lucia to answer back with a broad grin.

"You need not worry, Lady Ella, your needs shall be taken care of while you are our guest." Lilith, on the other hand, didn't seem to take nearly as much of a shine to their victim as she had hoped. She was skinny as a rail, and the Daughter of Hatred personally didn't seem to care for her lithe body and waspy waist. But putting on a smile, she tried at least to be polite.

"Only thing you'll need to worry about is putting a little meat on those bones." Exchanging a chuckle with the Margrave, she added, "Shall we show you to your quarters, Lady Weiss? We made sure to draw you a hot bath; It must have been some trek to get here through the wilds."

"That sounds lovely, thank you, Miss Lylia." Excusing herself from the Mayor after confirming a few times for future meetings, she returned to her carriage to grab up her belongings. Lilith couldn't help but eye over the loot she might get out of the downfall of her next victim, a little disappointed when she only produced an overnight bag, and a heavy, single-edged falchion. Yet she knew to keep her own greed in check. To capture the Margrave would ensure that future trade with Westmarch would happen unopposed, none the wiser of the true nature of the duo's little recipes and plans. "Alright, lead on, my dears!" She would announce at last, giving a pat to the carriage steed, before adding to her driver, "Please deliver the carriage to the Mayor's residence so you can offload what goods we've brought, then feel free to explore. I will be about in the coming hours."

Following the two down the cobbled roads, Lady Ella was blinded by her own nostalgia for Tristram. Perhaps too blinded to realize that there were indeed cracks in the façade. Passers-by didn't seem to converse with one another, most turning their heads and offering a wave or a few words. Some even seemed to follow momentarily, as if unsure what to do once the three had walked past them. It was noticeable enough that occasionally Lucia had to turn her attention towards ensuring the illusion didn't falter, a flash of magic wisping off her fingertips as she ordered the revenant to turn about and walk away. Yet to both their surprise, the Margrave didn't seem to notice anything peculiar as they walked about the cobbled streets towards The Tip and Tail. She spent her time wide-eyed, looking over the buildings and scenery, commenting aloud to the pair about things she remembered as a young girl living in Old Tristram.

"And over there," she pointed as they approached her lodging. "Oh, you weren't kidding... the old tavern is completely gone."

"We had to gather stone from several of the ruined buildings nearby. There was an old brewery over there I believe?" Lilith pointed towards the remnants of a decrepit and water-filled basement, the wooden building long since fallen in and rotted away. "That formed a lot of the base for the place."

"I'm happy to see it has come to some good use," Ella said with a smile as she was ushered inside the building, the door held open by Lucia. Almost immediately inside, Ella turned about to ask her guests, "So, might I ask if we are alone in the shop, or do you have other guests staying over?" Perplexed, Lilith shook her head softly as she stepped inside, cocking her head to the side at the question.

"N-no? You are our only guest for th-" She hadn't even finished her sentence when Ella began removing her leathers, unbuckling the tight-fitting armor at multiple buckle points.

"Oh, thank god... I've been wearing this all day and I absolutely need a breather..." Sighing, she slapped her leather cuirass down on an empty table, before tugging at her flowing arming shirt. Unbuttoning the front, the Margrave revealed that she was wearing a corset tucked underneath her clothes. Like a bolt of lightning, Lilith's attention was not only piqued but aroused as she watched the lithe young noble un-belt herself from the corset. Gasping in relief, Lady Ella seemed to balloon outwards from her public figure, her tight waistline easily doubling in girth as she released the tension on her midriff. "Ughhh..." Groaning to herself, the noble set aside the girdle that had kept her trussed tighter than a turkey for most of the day, sighing to herself as she began to fondle her breasts with her hands. As unbecoming as it was for a lady of her stature, Ella at least felt somewhat at home as she gave her body a rub, only clothed from the waist down. "I hate having to keep up appearances."

Lady Ella peered back over her shoulder, blinking softly as she saw a rather dumbstruck Lilith staring back at her. Mouth agape, the succubus couldn't help but feel a little shocked at the transformation she'd just witnessed. But it was not just shock that kindled within her mind. Deep within her loins, something stirred. Lilith had always loved heftier women. And here before her the petite lady had expanded in an instant to 'nearly out-of-shape.' She couldn't help but wonder if someone had been feeding her sweets and treats to enable her. Or perhaps if she was LOOKING to be fed. Lucia hadn't noticed any of the display, having wandered over to the fireplace to stoke the coals and add fresh wood onto the flame. But as she turned back, she was caught off guard by the sight of her guest already half-naked, her hands cupping over her pert, shapely breasts as she did.

"O-oh!" Lucia swallowed hard, blushing as she almost instinctively turned to a modest pose, the same she had learned to assume in her time at Wortham. "Dear, w-would you like some privacy?"

"Yes!" Lilith practically barked, speaking in response for the Margrave and blinking as she closed her jaw to prevent from salivating. Realizing her enthusiasm was a bit heavy, she sheepishly added, "Yes, some... uh, privacy would be in order for... our guest. Don't you agree, Ella?" Lucia furrowed her brow at the sudden interest that Lilith was giving to her guest.

Sis, I know that look, Lucia focused her mind, doing her best to shoot a quick telepathic word to her succubus sister. We were supposed to murder her now. No hesitation.

Plans changed, Lilith shot back, a warm smile on her face as she began to walk towards the staircase, arm extended. "This way my dear, let me show you to your quarters." Peering back over her shoulder, Lilith gave one last parting comment to her sister. Get the hearth ready. I'll be finished in an hour.

Guiding her guest up the staircase, after swiping a few tarts Lucia had put on the hearth to warm, Lilith took the time to show off several small private rooms off to one side of the second floor. Lilith and Lucia both had their own opposite these rooms, with a small common area in the middle, a table, chairs and a bench for morning breakfast or an evening read by candlelight. As she ushered her guest towards the first of the rooms, Lilith gave a concerned look inside the small and cramped space before making a show of shaking her head.

"Oh goodness dear," the butcher said with a sigh. "This will simply not do for a Lady of your stature." Margrave Weiss had only added a modicum of clothing on her walk up the staircase, her fencing shirt draped loosely over each breast as she took a closer look at the tight quarters. "Come, come, please, allow me to give you my room for the evening."

"Oh, Lylia, you don't need to..." The Margrave began to speak, but was quickly interrupted as Lilith grabbed her hand, tugging her across the hall and towards the private areas of the building. There was something strange about her grip. Even in human form, there was something electric about her touch. It was almost intoxicating as the fuzzy warmth flowed up her arm. Were she perhaps a bit less trusting, a bit less brash, Ella would have realized how dangerous the touch of a succubus was...

Pulling her victim close so she could see, Lilith threw open the door to her room, the spacious chamber looking practically cozy as the warm sun beat through the window into the spacious room. A Queen-sized bed, plenty of dressers, even a mirror above the washbasin, it was downright lavish for accommodations in the city of Tristram. But as Ella peered through the doorway, Lilith couldn't help but begin to make her first move. A soft huffing exhale escaped her lips as the butcher slowly moved her hand down Ella's back.

"I insist, you should be entirely comfortable on your visit." Brushing down her back, Lilith's hand came to rest around her lower back, fingertips giving a soft squeeze to her midriff as she did. "But I... heh, I assume you're already quite comfortable given that little show downstairs." Rather than react with disgust, Ella cocked an eyebrow to her host as she shifted her weight on her legs, allowing Lilith to get a palmful of meaty flesh.

"It's just us girls, after all..." With a smirk, Ella stepped out of Lilith's grasp, tossing aside her cuirass and corset onto an empty chair, "I don't suppose you get much opportunity out here. The town is growing sure, but..." With a smirk, Ella settled down on the end of the bed, her supple breasts peeking out of her shirt as she began to strip the fine silken garment off as well. "...well, only a few hundred people are not much to pick from. For... you know... satisfaction." Lilith couldn't help but feel she had met a kindred spirit in the brash woman. If she didn't know any better, she might have mistook her for a succubus as well. As Ella bent down to untie her boots, Lilith stepped through the threshold, closing the door behind her as she did.

"If I must be honest, my dear... My taste doesn't lie in the townsmen of Tristram." Ella continued to work on her boots, unphased by the conversation as she kicked one off to the side.

"Your secret's safe with me," she added with a little wink, licking her lips as she eyed over Lilith's form. "There's a reason I've not taken a husband, and it's not to preserve my virginity." As she freed her feet from the other boot, Ella smiled warmly before saying rather cheerfully, "You two make a cute couple." All at once the sexual tension came to a crashing halt, as Lilith burst out laughing. Confused, Ella put her arms on her hips, "What's so funny?"

"Ohhhh, you... I didn't... We weren't properly introduced, were we? Luc-er... Oraza is my sister." Almost immediately the tension shattered, Ella apologizing profusely as Lilith sat down next to her on the bed, sighing at the comedy of the mistake.

"You both just... Seem to radiate that energy. Like I can tell there's something powerful going on. I suppose it's just a familial bond." As Lilith put her arm back around Ella's waist, this time tugging her forward until her rump scooted across the bed and nestled firm against her own, the Margrave smirked as she stared into Lilith's warm eyes. "...I'm a little relieved to be honest."

"Oh?" Lilith asked, leaning her head in ever so softly until foreheads touched.

"Yeah... I, uh... It would have been a shame to miss this... opportunity." For a split second, the world seemed to hang as Ella stared into the eyes of her lovely host, the human-disguised form of the Daughter of Hatred pressed up against her. There would be no second chance as their lips locked tight, pursed at first, then parting into an open-tongue kiss. Almost immediately Ella felt the same warmth from her lover's touch course through her body - the succubus's kiss flooding her mortal frame with a euphoria she'd never felt before. A hazy cloud rushed over her mind, causing the Margrave to lean into Lilith's embrace. Holding her tight by the pudgy midriff, Lilith reached her free hand up to fondle Ella's breasts, fingers slowly squeezing the soft and fatty flesh.

For a brief moment, Ella resisted, stiffening at the touch of her host's soft fingers as they dimpled the flesh of her bosom. But that feint resistance faded as the succubus's embrace did its work, the charm of her enchanted kiss coursing through the Margrave's veins. The curiosity, the ache in her loins, boiled over into a seething and roiling lust, spurred by the aphrodisiac kiss. Her lungs filling with air, Ella leaned into her lover's embrace, arms wrapping around Lilith's body before sneaking to her front to begin removing her garments. Unbuttoning her shirt, Ella returned the favor, allowing her hands to caress Lilith's hefty F-cup breasts, rolling the flesh in her fingers before allowing herself to slip the girl's midriff to work on her pants.

"Mmmnnpfh..." Lilith groaned under her breath, breaking the kiss just long enough to stare into Ella's eyes. The once-striking brown irises looked cloudy, almost green tinted as her magic did its work, reducing her lover's resistance to that of a mere thrall. "You like it don't you, sweetheart?"

"I-I..." Ella's gaze turned up from fumbling with Lilith's pants, mouth slightly agape as she licked shared spit from her lips. "You're ravishing, my dear."

"From the moment you met me?" Lilith thumbed over the girl's nipple softly, eliciting a soft moan as she finally managed to free the succubus from her pants.

"Y... Yes. I fell madly for you, my love..." Ella's voice faltered, as if she knew what she was saying was wrong. But the burning lust flourished hotter and hotter as she spoke. "I... I need you. Your body. More than anything in my life."

"But there is so much more is there not?" Lillith crooned, her expression somewhere between amusement and arousal. Despite her own growing lust, her lilly-white hands reached out to grip Ella's own, gently placing both her palms face down on her thighs. The Margrave's eyes glanced down, catching sight of her lover's silken white panties, a small spot of warm and fragrant wetness welling up on the fabric. Prevented from touching, Ella allowed her gaze to stare into Lilith's eyes, the last vestiges of resistance fading to an enthralled bliss she could never hope to escape. "There is so much more I wish to hear from you before I give you the chance... No, the honor of playing with me."

"A-Anything my love," Ella gasped shuttering as her singular fixation upon Lilith's body turned to begging, an almost puppy dog look to the debased noblewoman as she pleaded for the chance to touch Lilith's body.

"I am no lover, my dear... That would suggest that we are equals." Lillith's hands begin to dip down her body, following the pudgy curves of Ella's waist and hips. While not corpulent, she could not feel the girl's hip bones under the generous layer of pudge she kept on her waist. Tracing her fingertips down Ella's lower torso, she slipped two fingers under the girl's waistband and tugged down on her pants. Resting tight on her hips, they took a little effort to free, finally falling about her ankles and followed shortly by her slip. "Yes my sweet, I own you. I am your world."

"I... I love you, my Mistress..." The words seemed to flow from her mouth, no hesitation or filter as she spoke.

"Your Goddess," Lilith corrected, leaning in a little closer to kiss her victim firm on the lips, a flowing wisp of dark smoke beginning to wreath her form as her human disguise began to fall. Scaly flesh began to crackle through the supple flesh of her arms and legs.

""My Goddess," Ella repeated, the enthrallment complete as she watched Lilith's horned visage materialize before her very eyes.

"I own your pathetic life from tip to tail, my dear. I will take what pleasure I wish from it." Brushing her fingers softly over Ella's pubic mound, she allowed the clawed tips to caress down her fuzzy groin to her soft lips. Teasing her finger over the girl's hood, she allowed her claw to carefully nudge back the hood, exposing her cherry-red clit as she did. Ella gasped at the affection, a soft shudder racking her body as Lilith transformed back to her demonic self. "That's my good girl... on your knees."

Ella shivered as she found herself compelled to kneel before the Daughter of Hatred, the last tendrils of wispy black curling off her form as her cloven-hoofed foot tapped the floor impatiently. Listing her head softly, Ella had the perfect view of her captor's hips, the silken white panties stretched and caught upon the scaly flesh of her lower body, now soaked in copious fluids as the personification of lust took on her true form. With a casual stroke, Lilith sliced a claw through the slick material, sending the fabric to the floor and revealing her snatch to her thrall. It was relatively ladylike, her scaly skin tapering off to thin and supple scales right up to the edge of her sensitive slit, crowned with an engorged clitoris that swelled under her hood.

Leaning forwards, Lilith planted her clawed hand firm on Ella's head, caressing her flowing hair. Gripping the dusky blond mop between her fingers, Lilith growled as she pulled her captive forwards.

"There there, sweetheart... Show me your devotion. Submit to your Goddess." Ella gasped as she was given permission to lean in, her lips planting a soft kiss upon the Daughter of Hatred's folds. In return, she could taste the sweetest nectar, decadent as any confection in the world. Sinfully so.

"Thank you, Mistress..." Ella said, more sincere as the succubus magic swelled within her. A moment later, she gasped as her head jerked back hard, Lilith yanking her hair to force her to look upwards. In her hands were three small pastries, the ones which had swiped from downstairs. They seemed to almost glow a dull blue, a sort of magic coursing through the drippy icing as she held them in her grip. As Ella instinctively opened her mouth, Lilith shoved one of the cream-filled popovers firmly into her jaws, squishing the bready dough against her tongue as she wiped her clawed finger off on the Margrave's tongue.

"I love a woman with some curves..." Lilith growled as she dabbed the last drip of icing on Ella's nose. "Were you as thin as you let on earlier, I'd have offed you without a second thought." Before Ella could chew, a second pastry was shoved into her already stuffed jaws, the cupcake smooshing as the base disintegrated and gooey icing smeared against her upper palette. "You should be glad you let your weight show, my dear. Your death will be no less gruesome, but you'll get one last pleasure before it."

Ella grunted out a soft choking noise as the last piece, a stuffed croissant, was jammed into her mouth. Closing her jaws shut, Lilith tenderly caressed the Margrave's cheek. Shushing as she encouraged her to chew and swallow, Lilith fondled her features as she felt Ella's straining facial muscles work to chow down on the pastry. Her touch was almost reverent, encouraging, as Ella struggled to breathe and swallow at the same time. After much work and choking, the Margrave gasped aloud as she managed to choke down the massive bolus of food, shuddering as she rested her forehead on Lilith's groin while the succubus whispered, "I knew you would swallow it all, you fat cow. You've earned yourself a reward."

Moaning, Lilith guided her head back to her wet and drippy slit. Ella shuddered softly just as her lips met Lilith's folds, mouth opening to lap her tongue between the supple edges of her captor's snatch. Shallow at first, Ella began to lick deeper with each lick of her tongue, moaning and shuddering as she felt the Daughter of Hatred yield to her exploration. All the while, Lilith began to moan, her thighs squeezing softly as she allowed her thrall to service her, taking deep and progressively more sloppy laps, her nose softly bumping and grinding into the engorged clit above her.

"Ohhh, please Goddess..." Ella groaned, mouth slick with flowing juices as she tried to speak, "Please may I touch myself...?" The request might have been amusing to deny, knowing that she could not resist with the succubus's charm coursing through her veins. But as Ella dove her tongue deeper, exploring the velvety smooth walls and folds, Lilith couldn't help but feel generous to her meal-to-be.

"You may, sweetheart... Show me how much you love your Goddess."

"Y-yes Ma'am!" Ella squeaked out, diving her face harder into the succubus's tender folds. Balancing an arm against Lilth's thigh, Ella began to finger herself with her free hand, shaking as she tried to balance and focus on pleasuring her Mistress. Two slender fingers dipped into her folds, already soaked with honey as she ate out Lilith like a last meal. In a way, it was.

Closing her eyes, Ella got into a rhythm, working her tongue deep to hit just the right spot with every deep and lusty lap, grinding into her clit on each backstroke. Slowly, steadily, the pair edged closer and closer to their mutual release. Hushed gasps and halting, soft words slipping Ella's mouth, urged on by Lilith's firm grip on her hair and lusty moans providing just the right encouragement for her thrall to savor every blissful drop. As dewy dribbles of nectar dripped from Ella's pussy, she knew her moment was close, the pool of fluids collecting at her knees growing more and more copious.

"I-I'm close..." Ella managed to mumble out, practically smothered by Lilith's groin.

"Cum for me. Seal yourself to your Goddess..." Lilith gasped as Ella delved her tongue deep one last time, curling upwards to catch her pleasure spot before holding herself inside. The Margrave shuddered and squealed as her own body hit orgasm, just in time to receive a hot rush of succubus cum flooding down her throat and over her cheeks. Swallowing greedily, Ella's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself climax, spilling sweet juices onto her thighs and the floor in one powerful shared orgasm.

As the two joined in sinful communion, the sudden flood of fluids had reached a critical point, seeping through the rough-hewn bedroom floors and drip drip dripping down into the main butcher's shop. But there was nobody there to notice. Lucia had stepped out from the Tip and Tail, walking with purpose towards the unfortunate carriage driver. Lilith and Ella's cries of lust would have echoed through the town, had it not been for a growing rumble that shook the city of Tristram. Lucia finally relinquished her grip upon the magical illusions she wove over the city, allowing the facade of normalcy to fall and reveal the true nature of the scourged and blighted town.

The weather turned from clear, blue sky to a dark, rolling grey. The city's stonework faded to a decayed and decrepit look, with chunks of stone and rotten woodwork now supporting burned out buildings. And most horrific to the carriage driver as he stared in awe at the changing world around him, were the people. The kindly couple who offered him a place to water and feed his horses grew pale before his very eyes, the life seeming to drain from them. He never could have known that the kindly people of the town were reanimated revenants, their clothing fading to torn and bloody rags while their normal-looking skin dissolved away to reveal gashes and wounds of the most grievous nature. Lucia watched from afar, a satisfied smirk crawling across her face as the shambling dead turned towards the lone carriage driver, overwhelming the poor soul, and tearing him limb from limb. His screams would join the blissful cries of his liege, echoing through the empty streets of Tristram.

Ella groaned as she felt her world come back into focus, her mind clouded over with the remnants of Lilith's enchantment swirling in her mind. Her head listed softly from one side to the other, eyes fluttering open to the rhythmic sound of a knife being sharpened with a honing steel. As her sight returned, she realized that not only were her arms and legs tired, but she could not move them even an inch. Instead, all she got was the soft clink and clatter of chains rattling above her as she twisted her mind-fogged body, bound in a spread-eagle position.

"Ahhh, you're awake, my dear..." A familiar voice growled a low croon, the residual haze of succubus magics causing Ella to snap to attention. Her eyes locked with the terrifying visage of the Daughter of Hatred herself, Lady Lilith, the goddess casually sharpening a butcher's knife. "We wouldn't want you to miss out on the fun."

Confused, Ella began to twist and squirm in her restraints, her struggling hips the only part of her body that managed to jerk about with some semblance of freedom. Yet her exhaustion was soon doubled as she felt a tightening sensation about her body. First around her thighs, then her shoulders, Ella was helpless to react as thick leather bands were wrapped around her armpits and groin from behind, twisted tight until she could feel her pulse pounding in her chest from the interrupted blood flow to her limbs. From behind, Lucia offered a calming, if fleeting, touch upon her naked back, tracing her fingers down the girl's spine.

"There we are, sweetheart," Lucia crooned as she whispered into her captive's ear. "No hard feelings now. Lilith tells me you were a lovely fuck. Perhaps I'll save a thigh bone for my own pleasure later."

"Wh... What..." Ella groaned as she tried to make her mouth speak, the words sluggish. "What are you d-doing? P-Please... I..." Before she could say another word, Ella watched in horror as Lady Lilith stepped forwards to plant the knife square and firm on her hip just underneath the leather band. For a brief moment, Ella felt the cool metal slide over her hefty thigh, before it pricked the skin, slicing it open in a thin red line. The Margrave gasped aloud, crying out as metal dug into the flesh of her body, splitting the yellowed fat underneath the skin before finally piercing into the red, meaty flesh below. While Ella couldn't see it, she could feel every inch of the cut, horrified as each muscle in turn stopped responding as the flesh severed just below the tourniquet. For a moment, the proud noblewoman tried to hold her composure.

Clenching her jaws and eyes tight, Ella tried her best to maintain her noble composure, forcing herself to sniffle to hold back the water from her eyes as Lilith exchanged the knife for a bone saw. The immense pain and powerful vibrations rocking up her body finally caused Ella to break, her quivering mouth finally opening into a cry, followed by a scream as she could no longer hold back. When her tear-wet eyes opened once again, she watched as Lilith was removing her thigh and lower leg, the strangest sensation to see her own body as a foreign object being placed upon a meat hook to bleed like any other cut. There would be no saving grace from Lucia either, the uninterested baker happily going about kneading another soft and fluffy ball of dough to work on today's recipe, of which, Ella could only imagine she would play an integral part.

"My dear, please do scream for me," Lilith teased with a little smirk, running her clawed fingers upon Ella's soft folds as she resumed upon the remaining leg. "You have such a beautiful voice, it would be a shame to waste it on something as silly as your human dignity." Ella certainly obliged. The process continued, agonizingly precise and with the deliberate slowness of someone who enjoyed inflicting pain. Lilith would carve each limb just below the tourniquet, ensuring that the blood loss was minimal. After the limb was freed, she would cut through the bone, taking her time to ensure that Ella could feel each stroke of the saw blade as it bit into the hard materials. After her legs, Ella had to contend with the horror of having her arms removed, the added torture of her torso-weight putting strain on her single remaining arm once she was reduced to a single limb. Yet Lucia was there to help, holding up the desperate and incoherent Margrave so she did not fall haphazardly to the floor. She couldn't help but give a fondle to the lovely breast meat as she did, whispering softly into Ella's ear as Lilith powered the saw through what little bone remained.

"Mmmm... These little treats are lovely... I have some plans for these teats of yours, sweetheart. I promise they'll look far better than they are on your body now."

"P-Please... Please... H-Have mercy." Ella managed to snort out through her tears and cries, barely able to focus as Lucia helped ease the remaining torso meat down onto the butcher's block. Lilith smiled as she handed off the butcher's knife to her sister, blowing a soft kiss to the girl, almost as if one would say 'you've been great, dear.'

"Mercy?" Lucia grinned, running her thumb idly over the blood-soaked blade. "Mercy would mean an end to the fun. And we can't... have... that..." Punctuating each word with a soft prick of the tip of the blade, Lucia prodded a few marks down Ella's belly, from chest to gut to just above her tender cunt. "Now can we?"

The words were of no comfort to the horrified noble. Shaking her head frantically, she wiggled the stumps of her arms in a vain bid to keep the knife away from her body. She watched in abject horror as Lucia pressed the blade just under her sternum, popping open the girl's gut cavity. Opening her like a zipper, Ella got to see her proud and fatty belly split and sag inwards as she was cut from chest to hips. Lucia had always been a bit fussier about her appearance, Lilith's twin upturning her nose as she reached both hands in to remove the guts and offal from her victim. The disgusting process took longer than Ella would have hoped, her entrails coiled over the side of her body as Lucia carefully cut away the blood vessels and membranes that held her innards in place.

Trying to distract herself from the horrors of being gutted alive, Ella whimpered as she turned her head to the side and looked away from the messy reality of her offal being removed. Yet it was no comfort. Lilith was standing near, knife in hand as she began to work with the blood-drained limbs, carefully carving choice steaks from the long muscles of the thigh. Practically humming to herself as she worked, the Daughter of Hatred reduced the recognizable flesh into indistinguishable meat that would look no different from any other cut on the sale floor.

"Oh sweetheart," Lucia crooned, having finished removing the offending entrails from Ella's body. The Margrave could see her over the now empty and flattened form of her belly, the baker casually rinsing her hands of goo and filth in a basin of water. "You're looking a bit ashen, my dear. Don't leave us just yet, we're about to reach the best step..." Stepping back over while wiping her hands on a tea towel, Lucia reached out to grip at Ella's breasts. Soft at first, the sensual touch of the succubus grew firmer with each passing moment, Lucia appraising her victim's fatty breasts with her fingers. "I knew these would be perfect... My sister has good taste in women, these tits will do fine."

"Nnngh... N-No..." Ella stammered, trying to shake her head, begging for the pain to stop. "Please... Please let it end..."

"But Lilith said you loved my confections, dear?" Lucia smirked as she drew the butcher's knife one more time. Placing the flat against her victim's chest, the succubus rested the edge against Lucia's breast, pausing to look her in the eyes. "I think it only fitting you become one yourself, don't you?"

"A-Ahhh! N-nnngh!" Ella's final strength welled up inside her exhausted body, the disgraced and disassembled noble struggling with the last of her might as the knife bit into her flesh. Slipping under the skin, the blade followed the contours of her chest. It would take a slight sawing motion to free the fatty, warm tissue and flesh. But Lucia had practiced on many hapless victims before her star performance. Careful of creating ragged edges, Lucia worked slowly, using the flat of her blade to lift the whole breast up to ensure that she got the most out of the fleshy morsel. The unimaginable pain began to take its toll on Ella, her pasty and colorless face beginning to slacken as shock finally set in to her ravaged body.

A flush coldness fell over her as Lucia removed her right breast at long last, daintily balancing the globe of flesh on the flat of her blade to keep all the fat and mammary tissue inside. As if to add insult to the torture, Ella could see the way she pinched and fondled the large and pert nipple. She had been professional right up to the point the tit was no longer attached, and only now that it had been removed did she tease and toy with the fleshy nub, ensuring there would be no pleasure for the Margrave to experience. Walking carefully, so as not to drop the treasure, Ella got to watch Lucia plop the breast gently into a lined pie tin.

It was done carefully and deliberate, so that the whole breast filled the flaky pastry dish. With the fat cap laying down into the dough, a layer of fresh wild berries serving as a bed for the thick breast meat, Lucia took her tea towel and wiped clean the jiggly tit, ensuring that nothing marred the smooth and soft skin. Ella shuddered, as much as her dying torso would allow, as the darkness filled her vision. Eyes rolling back into her head as she slipped off into the cold embrace of unconsciousness, the last thing she saw was Lucia crimping the edges of the pie dough up and around the hefty bosom. Like a flower with petals, the tender breast would be a beautiful sight. Perhaps as a final indignity, Lucia even leaned down to suckle on the nipple, coaxing out a tender dribble of milk, the perfect natural cream to augment the whipped cream she would add overtop.

"My Lady, Baroness Kuznetsov," Ella said with a soft smile, kneeling before her liege as she returned back from Tristram. "I come bearing my report for you on my travels to the town of Tristram." After the appropriate introduction, she offered out a coiled scroll wrapped in the seal of the House Weiss. The Baroness smiled as she took the report in hand, giving a gentle nod to her intrepid Margrave.

"Lady Weiss," The Baroness began with a warm grin, "I commend you for your service and your journey. It must have felt wonderful to return to your home and see the resilience of New Tristram."

"It was my pleasure, Baroness." The words seemed to trail off, her response somewhat muted compared to the proud and even brash woman she tended to be. In fact, had the Baroness been paying closer attention, she might have noticed several things off about the young noble. She had to ask directions to meet with her liege. Her gait seemed a bit stiff, moreso than usual despite her riding attire. Her words even seemed to ring hollow as she spoke, something about her affect flattened. Yet amidst the hustle of the City of Westmarch, nobody seemed to notice the noble's odd behavior.

Perhaps not just nobody. Lady Weiss had interrupted a meeting with the Baroness's preeminant demon hunters, who had graciously stepped aside to allow the important exchange an opportunity to take place. As Gwen and Cullen stood off to the edge, trying not to interrupt, they began to make gestures back and forth to one another. Perhaps it was Cullen's magical sensibilities? Or perhaps Gwen had eaten enough of Lilith's flesh that she could tell it was her magic? But something was not right with Ella. They just couldn't place their fingers on it.

"And Baroness, I must tell you about the most lovely part of my journey," Ella said with a smile, bringing forth a large handbasket and placing it on a table before her liege. Curiously, the Baroness opened the parcel, practically gasping at what she saw inside. Fresh meats, gorgeous and tender steaks piled in a neat row, were nestled next to a variety of lovingly wrapped baked goods, each one frosted and decorated by hand and with love. And for a course fit for a noblewoman of her stature, there was a single paper-wrapped package containing a lovely stuffed wellington roast. Intricately designed on the outside, the meal showcased the skill of both the butcher and the baker who had prepared the dish. "There is a lovely place in New Tristram, the Tip and Tail. A butcher and baker's shop run by two of the most kindly and caring sisters I have ever met. They have been letting space for weary travelers to stay and recommend any from Westmarch who wish should stop over in their home and eat at their hearth."

The Baroness, for her part, was only half listening, almost immediately having called for someone to bring cutlery and a plate. Gwen did attempt to clear her throat, perhaps trying to bring pause to the Baroness's gluttonous hunger, but the noble paid no heed, immediately diving into the still-warm roast.

"Lady Weiss, thank you for your service and duty. I am sure you wish to return to your home once more, so I shall allow you some leave to travel back should you see fit." The Baroness's knife bit into the tight wrapped wellington, breaking the pastry into flaky shards and slicing through the butter smooth roast underneath. Stuffed with wild mushrooms and breadcrumbs, the meal would have been perfectly savory were it a normal roast. However, there would be an extra ingredient that made this dish irresistible; the meal was utterly permeated by estrogen as rich, feminine cum underscored the flavors of meat and mushroom alike. As Baroness Kuznetsov lifted the bite to her mouth, Ella's smirk widened as she caught the tiniest glimpse of her own soft pussy lips peeking out from where she had cut, and the now perfectly browned and engorged clitoris tucked down firm under the pastry. The roast had been made from Ella's womb and groin, carved clean from her torso well after she passed from the mortal coil. As the Baroness chomped through the savory bite, the Margrave gave one last bow.

"My Lady, I must excuse myself." This too might strike one as odd behavior, hardly even an acknowledgement of the time off she had been allotted. But the Baroness had a mouthful of savory meat and could pay little care to the Margrave's un-guest-like behavior.

"Of course, my dear. You must be tired after your journey."

Ella walked out the main castle gate, her eyes darting back and forth as she looked for a quiet spot. She could feel it. The burn Lilith warned her about. Her revenant body would only last for so long, so far away from the town of Tristram. There were plenty of long bones left, stored in the old crypt below the cathedral, should they need to impersonate her again. But this revenant would collapse soon. As the burning sensation that marked the end of the spell grew, Ella raced into a back alley behind an old horse stable. Hopping the fence to some townsman's back yard, she gasped as the pain became searing hot, her body feeling as if it was aflame. Collapsing to the ground, Ella began to disintegrate, her revenant form dissolving to dust as it jerked and twitched upon the ground, finally coming to a rest as a mere pile of ash with a few bones poking out. While it was an undignified end to a noblewoman who had failed to take her own safety into account, at least the townsman's dog could benefit from the treasure of so many fresh bones dumped out back its inner-city home.

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