Castlevania Cocksleeve

Sypha flicked her wrist and an orange ball of fire materialized into existence, speeding towards Dracula where it crashed against the side of his head in a burst of light. Dracula recoiled slightly from the impact and grimaced, but remained largely unaffected by the attack and turned to fix his furious gaze on her. He lowered slightly into a crouch and launched himself at her, his deadly, clawed hand outstretched, but before he could connect with her neck, Trevor appeared in view and whipped the end of the spiked chain mace, Morningstar, around and into Dracula's side, sending him flying in an explosion of yellow fire.

Growling, Dracula rose from the ruins of the table he had smashed into and unleashed a magic attack of his own, a ring of fire erupting from his body and billowing outwards towards the two of them. Stepping forward, Sypha concentrated and brought up a wall of ice to block the flames just as they were about to connect. When the light had died down, the ice had been reduced to a puddle and a few stray blocks, but it had done its job and canceled out the fire.

A flicker drew their attention and, suddenly, Dracula appeared in front of them through the smoke. Trevor cursed and brought his hand up, but he was too slow and Dracula's fist connected with his chest, sending him sprawling to the other side of the room. Sypha raised her own hands in preparation to launch a spell, but Dracula had learned his lesson and took action before she could. She wheezed as his boot connected with her midsection, rocking her back off her feet and into the air. Sypha braced herself for the impact of the floor, but a sudden pressure change occurred in her ears and the environment around her shifted drastically. The noise and chaos from the castle disappeared and there was quiet. Strangest of all, she was now laying on…grass?

Blinking away the lingering pain from the kick she had received, she raised her head. A few feet in front of her was an image, almost like a window, hovering in midair. Through it, she could see Dracula grappling with Trevor and Alucard, who must have finished off the other vampires he had been dealing with. She couldn't hear anything of their battle, but she could see it playing out, plain as day. Another impact from the fight sent a cluster of debris flying and Sypha dodged as a chunk of wood whizzed past her head, apparently having come through the same way she had. The sight of the rippling way that the image flickered struck a memory in her and Sypha thought back to the Belmont hold where she had used the magic mirror there to view Dracula's castle and move it using magic. Now that she thought of it, she remembered there being a magic mirror in Dracula's study, as well. It had been idly shifting and rearranging itself, the images on it moving and changing. She must have been flung into it and transported into whatever location it had been on at the time.

As she lay there, recovering her breath from the strike, cracks of bright white appeared throughout the hovering portal, growing wider by the second. Sypha, realizing what was happening, leapt to her feet and lunged for it, but she was milliseconds too late. The portal dissolved into nothing in front of her, the mirror having rearranged itself and moved on to another location before she could get back through. Now, she was stuck here, wherever here was.

Gauging her surroundings, Sypha saw that she was in more trouble than she had thought. The environment looked ever so slightly different from everywhere else she had been during her days of traveling with the speakers. The sky looked like the night sky, but it was slightly more purple. The grass looked and felt normal, but it was much more lush and softer than most grass that grew in the cold Wallachia wilderness. Strangest of all were the trees. She was in a clearing in a forest of some kind, but other than the grass, the only other plants were the trees and they were a type she had never seen before. They were stark white, even whiter than the whitest birch tree, and their leaves were a deep purple color. It was unnatural, to say the least. She had never seen colors such as those in nature before. To see them as a plant was bizarre and made her question where she was even more.

"What's this?"

Sypha froze and looked around as the voice reverberated around the clearing, unable to find its source. A flicker of movement caught her attention and she took a step backward as a pair of glowing, purple eyes looked back at her from between the trees. She could feel a slight tremor denoting the footsteps of some massive being walking nearby and raised her hands, ready to fight, as the unknown creature approached.

"You are human." The voice spoke again. "And you have come through the mirror portal."

The pair of eyes finally emerged from the shadows and Sypha stared at the creature before her. She had never seen anything quite like it. It looked somewhat similar to the images of the lycanthropes she had seen in some of the books in the Belmont hold, but was clearly not the same species. Its ears were higher up on its head and more pointed, like those of a Doberman. Its fangs were longer, almost a cross between those of a vampire and those of a canine and, unlike a vampire, it had fangs on both the top and bottom. Even more telling was its size. It was far larger than any of the descriptions of lycanthropes she had read about. If anything, it looked closer to some of the demons she had seen during the attacks on Gresit and she had heard one of them speak so she knew that it was possible.

"What are you?" she asked.

"Me?" the creature said, his mouth not opening yet his voice echoing around in the air nonetheless. "I am what your kind calls demons although our proper name cannot be spoken in any of your languages. You came through Dracula's mirror gate. Are you a gift from him?"

"You know of Dracula?" Sypha asked, a pang of fear running through her.

"Of course. He came to me nearly a year ago to ask for my support in his war. His hatred for humans is truly monumental. However, if he thinks that a gift, even one as enticing as yourself, will sway me to his side, he is mistaken. I will not send my armies to join in his fight."

Sypha paused, confused. A demon was refusing to fight against the humans and had rejected the offer of Dracula? It didn't make any sense to her and opposed all the logic she thought she knew about how demons operated. In front of her, the creature began to waver like the lines of heat that hovered over a fire, and his appearance began to shrink down and morph. When he was finished changing, he looked much closer to that of a human, but no one would mistake him as such. He was at least seven feet tall, far bigger than any man she had ever encountered. The whites of his eyes were now a vibrant purple, although they were no longer glowing. His fangs has lessened in size, but whenever he talked, they were clearly visible. His body was clad in robes made of purple fabric, the same color of his eyes, but she could vaguely tell that he was lean and muscular beneath, much like the animalistic form he had been in moments ago. She had to admit, he was strikingly handsome and beautiful, in much the same way that Dracula and Alucard were, in an ethereal way, but it only made her all the more wary of him rather than attracted.

"Who are you?" she questioned.

"I am the demon lord ---------------" he responded.

The name, itself, was in a language that Sypha was unable to comprehend, much less put into words that she could describe. She remembered him saying it, but was incapable of repeating it in her tongue.

"However, the humans called me Mordall when I last walked among them."

"There are demon lords?"

"Yes, we exist." Mordall replied. "Although, our titles are not quite the same connotation as your human lords' titles. Theirs are just empty and meaningless descriptions of their position. In the case of demons, when one of my kind evolves to a high enough level, we become demon lords. Therefore, our position has meaning and places us above the rest of our species based on merit and power rather than as a result of scheming and bribery."

"And…you didn't join Dracula in his war?"

"No."

"Why? Do you not hate humans?"

"Do I hate humans?" Mordall laughed. "When you have existed for as long as I have, things like hate and love become less potent. Do you hate ants? Of course not. Certainly most of my race, being lesser than me, despise your kind, just as there are those of your kind that hate ants. However, some of the more intelligent humans study the ants and find them fascinating. They will keep them in glass cases and observe their behavior. I feel something similar with human beings. You fascinate me and I enjoy observing you. Of course, as a being of chaos, I also love killing your kind, but it does not dominate my existence as it does others. I have no interest in helping Dracula to exterminate your race because then I would no longer have toys to play with. Still, I am grateful that he provided me with a gift like you. You will certainly entertain me and my army."

Sypha froze and narrowed her eyes. She had thought that she had struck it lucky when this demon had denied wanting to exterminate humans, but now she could see that he was just as twisted as any of them, maybe even more so. Unlike most demons, who lacked much intelligence and reason, this being possessed both and yet still had cruel intentions when it came to humans. She would not be a toy to merely amuse someone like him. Curling her fingers and speaking a word, she clapped her palms together and a blast of flame rushed forth, flooding over the demon's tall form before her and engulfing him in the inferno.

"I thought I smelled magic on you."

Sypha gaped as the swirling fire dissipated, leaving Mordall stood there, completely unharmed.

"I see now." He said. "You wear the robes of the speakers. You must be one of their magicians. It has been nearly a century since I last visited your realm, but the clothes have not changed, it seems."

Snapping from her shock, Sypha dropped to her knee and placed her fist to her mouth, blowing forth another gout of fire at him, even hotter than the previous one.

"Stop that." Mordall sighed.

He snapped his fingers and the fire vanished in an instant, leaving Sypha stunned and speechless. She tried to conjure up another attack, but right at the first spark of flame, he snapped his fingers again and it disappeared.

"H…how have you done this?" she demanded.

"You are in my domain, human. Nothing happens here that I do not permit to happen."

"Your…domain?"

"Yes." He nodded. "When demons reach the level of a lord, our power is so immense, that even sharing the same plane of existence can cause rifts in the fabric of our world. So, eons ago, the first of my kind to attain this level created a new type of magic that generates a virgin dimension where they can live. I created this dimension over four thousand years ago and slowly shaped it to fit my preferences. I am all powerful here. Magic such as yours could never harm me, girl."

Undeterred, Sypha drew back her hand and thrust it towards Mordall. A spire of ice materialized to her call from the ground and stabbed towards his chest. The demon just sighed and caught the spike between his index finger and thumb. A quick flick of his fingers, and the entire piece crumbled into nothing, leaving Sypha speechless yet again. Before she could react, Mordall vanished and reappeared directly in front of her, his hand flashing forward and grabbing her by the neck, lifting her into the air as easily as though she were a feather.

"You really don't know your place, do you, girl?" he growled, some anger peeking through his mask of serenity for the first time. "Still, I do enjoy when a toy is resistant. It makes it that much more delicious when you finally break."

Sypha struggled and beat against his huge forearm, her air cut off somewhat, but his muscles were like rock and didn't budge. She watched, nervously, as he raised his other hand and snapped his fingers. Sypha had the sensation of being turned upside down and right side up again and the world momentarily went black. When her sight returned, she fell down to the ground beneath her, landing on her knees on something akin to marble. Mordall was no longer grasping her by the neck but was instead now several meters away, lounging in a huge, alabaster throne.

Looking around, she could see that they were now in some kind of enormous hall, similar to that of a castle throne room, and made entirely from brilliantly white marble. The only thing that was out of place was the fact that there was no ceiling. The roof was entirely absent and just the purple sky was visible. He must have teleported them both there instantaneously. To use such magic without the aid of an enchanted mirror was truly an awe-inspiring feat. She could never hope to do such a spell in her lifetime, and he had accomplished it by literally snapping his fingers.

"What is your name, human?" Mordall asked.

Refusing to answer him, Sypha remained silent.

"I said, what is your name?" he repeated.

Sypha gasped and went rigid as his words struck her, forcing a compulsion upon her. She could feel the lingering, burning urge to answer his question. The words were just inside her mouth, eager to escape, fighting against her will to stay silent. Had he…infused his words with magic?? Was that sort of thing even possible? She had never even heard of something like that.

"S…Sypha." She finally let out. "Sypha Belnades."

"Well, Sypha Belnades," he greeted her. "Welcome to my home, Castelmov. It has changed greatly throughout the centuries, following the architecture of humanity, and this is its current form."

"Some castle." She sneered, angry at having been forced to reveal her name. "It doesn't even have a ceiling."

"No, it doesn't." Mordall looked up, as if just remembering that fact. "But I don't need a ceiling. The entire sky is my roof, after all. It will never rain, snow, or hail so long as I desire it to be so and the stars are beautiful, are they not? Why should I wish for a roof to obscure the sight?"

Sypha had no answer for that. Roofs were a necessity in Wallachia because of the nearly year round snow and cold temperatures. Here, however, that was apparently not a concern. If the elements were not an issue, she had to admit that she would also have chosen to have no roof. The sky was exceptionally beautiful here, a deep violet hue with vibrant and twinkling stars scattered everywhere, not a single cloud to hide them.

"So, Sypha," Mordall continued. "Regale me with a story. If you were not a gift, then how did you come to my domain through Dracula's mirror gate?"

She tried to remain silent, but Mordall had apparently expected her resistance and suffused his question with magic once again, compelling her to respond.

"I was in his castle with my companions." She answered. "We were there to kill him in order to end his war on humanity. Please, I must return! They need my help!"

"Do they now?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. "Are you sure about that?"

"What do you mean?"

"It seems Dracula met his end just over a minute ago." Mordall responded. "Yes, his son and the Belmont hunter finished him."

"Really?!" she exclaimed. "How do you know that?"

"The death of the King of Vampires does not go unnoticed by the universe." Mordall waved off the question. "I knew the instant he died. That is not something that I would let slip by me, girl."

Sypha slouched down to the floor, a mixture of emotions rushing through her. They did it. It was finally done. Dracula was dead. The war was over. Humanity was safe and Trevor and Alucard were both alive. Their quest was finished, and the world was better off for it. Victory had been achieved.

"I am quite surprised, actually." Mordall continued. "I never thought that he would fall to the likes of them. A half-breed child, barely a fledgling at that, and a human hunter? They must be more skilled than I had anticipated. I had written off the Belmonts as a threat for my kind, but it seems that there is still some ability befitting their reputation left in your world."

"Return me to Wallachia!" Sypha said. "I must go back. Our quest is completed and there is certainly work to be done restoring the land. It is the duty of the speakers to serve the people and help them in their time of need!"

"Hmm…no."

"I demand that you return me!"

"You demand nothing, girl." Mordall growled. "I will not be giving up my toy so easily. It has been many years since a human has been here to amuse me."

"I will not be some pet for you, demon!" Sypha shouted.

"Well, you won't willingly, it seems." He laughed. "Stand for me, Sypha."

Sypha struggled to resist the urge to obey him, but her body reluctantly rose to its feet, nonetheless. Mordall ran his eyes over her, appraisingly.

"You are quite beautiful." He hummed. "But those robes of yours leave too much to the imagination. I'm afraid that someone at my age cares little for such pleasantries."

Mordall flicked his index finger ever so slightly and a crisscross of wind magic flew towards her. She felt it strike her, pushing her backwards a bit, but the skillful control of his magic became overwhelmingly apparent when her robes fell to the ground around her, sliced to ribbons by the blades of condensed air he had sent at her. The blue fabric slumped uselessly to the marble floor, leaving her utterly naked before his gleaming eyes, totally visible for him.

"Ah, yes." He grinned. "Just as I had imagined. Your body is indeed the picture of human beauty."

Sypha gasped and clasped her arms around herself, doing her best to preserve some modesty by covering her breasts and pussy, but it did little to abate her embarrassment.

"How dare you do this to me!" she stammered.

"Oh?" he asked. "Every curve and arch of your body was created for the sole purpose of enticing and attracting the attention of males so that they will mate with you. Why are you embarrassed of your body doing its purpose?"

"But it is my choice who is permitted to approach, regardless of who my body attracts!" she argued.

"In that case, you should not have come to see me."

"I did not come here on purpose!" she protested. "It was an accident that happened during the battle!"

"Yes, but you knew there might be consequences if you fought Dracula, did you not? You knew that there was a possibility that you would lose something, maybe even be killed, if you went to war with the King of Vampires. Yet, you went anyway, prepared to pay that price and take on the risks, nonetheless. Well, this is one of those risks. As a result of your decision, you found yourself here. This is the price for your choice, and I will have you pay it out in full. Now, kneel."

"I will not kneel!" Sypha shouted, but she could feel her body betraying her and lowering itself to her knees.

"Good, good." Mordall chuckled. "I like the fire. I will enjoy seeing how long it burns. Crawl. Come to your lord, Sypha."

Struggling to stop herself, Sypha reluctantly crawled along the marble floor towards the seated demon until she was knelt at his feet, staring up at his enormous frame.

"It is the duty of the speakers to serve, is it not?" he asked, mockingly. "In that case, serve me."

With a snap of his fingers, Mordall's robes melted away out of existence, leaving him sitting as naked as her. Sypha's eyes reflexively dropped to his crotch and then widened in utter shock. His penis was not erect, but she could see that it was utterly massive compared to a normal human. It was on scale with a horse's, if anything. Sypha's hand, ignorant to her own will, reached out for it, but Mordall raised his own palm, stopping her.

"No hands today, girl." He said, a gleam in his eye. "Put that fiery mouth of yours to work, why don't you?"

Sypha's body responded to the magic compulsion and her hand fell to rest on his bare thigh, her head leaning towards his crotch. She struggled to resist, to do anything to stop her movement, but was unable. She seemed to have lost all faculties. Her eyes grew wider and wider as her face approached him until finally, her nose brushed up against his length.

Sypha had never done anything sexual like this before, so she had no idea what she was supposed to be doing, even if she had wanted to. However, her body seemed to know exactly what to do. The demon lord's will had been conveyed through the magic speech and had imbued her movements with his desires, compelling her to act precisely how he wanted. She grimaced as her face nuzzled along his soft length, rubbing her cheeks against it and smooshing her plush lips into him, planting gentle kisses all the way.

She continued to trace a path down his shaft, kissing and rubbing, until her body's destination was made clear, and she found herself face to face with his balls. They were just as large in scale as his cock, which is to say massive. Each one was larger than an apple and she knew that they were probably full of potent demon sperm. Ignoring her mind's will, Sypha leaned in and planted yet another kiss on his left ball, softly pressing her lips into it and pursing them lovingly before moving to the other and doing the same. She felt her mouth opening of its own accord and then her tongue extended to teasingly lick at the testicle she was servicing.

Furious and unwilling to look at what she was being forced to do, Sypha closed her eyes and found, to her surprise, that she was able to do so. She was not, however, able to stop her mouth and tongue from continuing their work, and she continued to gently lap at Mordall's scrotum. Moving back to the first one, her lips parted and opened in an elegant 'O', only to be placed once again against him. This time, she sucked and drew part of him past her lips and into her mouth. She was unable to get the entire massive sphere into her mouth, but what she was capable of taking in, she lovingly caressed with her tongue and applied suction to. To make up for not being able to partake the entire orb, she moved from spot to spot, working a bit at a time to ensure no spot was left neglected.

When she finally pulled away and shifted back over, the whole ball was covered in her warm saliva. To her eternal dismay, Sypha began the entire process over again on the twin sphere, sucking and licking passionately on every millimeter. Her cheeks were undoubtedly burning red with humiliation, but as hard as she tried, she could not resist the spell's compulsion and continued her whorish work. Worst of all, the shaft that she had left minutes earlier was lying heavily on her face and she could feel it slowly hardening and perking up, moving and growing on her face until it was extended well over her head. Still, she refused to open her eyes, unwilling to watch the slutty behavior of her rebellious mouth.

After a while, when she had already moved from ball to ball multiple times, eagerly lapping and sucking at them, she felt Mordall's finger touch her forehead, pressing her away from him and stopping her. Her cheeks and mouth were covered in spit from her actions, making her all the more embarrassed. She probably looked just as slutty as she felt.

"Open your eyes, Sypha." Mordall commanded.

Reluctantly, Sypha opened them and found herself peering up at the monstrous cock that had been resting on her face moments ago. True to her suspicions, it was impossibly big. At a whopping fourteen inches, it towered over her and enveloped her in its shadow, completely obscuring the demon's face with it in such close proximity. She stared, shocked, unable to break her gaze away from the terrifying sight. No chance would she ever be able to fit that anywhere inside of her. She would surely split apart if it were even attempted.

"Very good work, Sypha." Mordall commended her. "Maybe I was wrong about you. Perhaps you are enjoying this."

"Not on your life, demon filth!" Sypha spat back.

Mordall just boomed with laughter at that, and his fingers came beneath her chin, raising her head up until she was staring, cross eyed, at the tip of the humongous cock pointed at her.

"Could have fooled me, girl." He chuckled. "Continue."

Sypha strained in vain to stop herself, but once again, her efforts were fruitless. Her lips parted, her jaw dropped to open her mouth, and her body dipped forward, towards the intimidating erection. Her tongue made contact first, extending past her lips to lick at the tip, spiraling around the outside slowly. Then, said lips followed suit, latching on to the head and applying suction, much the same as she had done with his heavy balls earlier. Her mouth worked just as eagerly, doing its best to please the demon. Her head moved from side to side, allowing her lips to travel all over, slathering saliva as she went. Her tongue never ceased its work, flitting and moving about to massage and tickle at whatever part of Mordall's head was in her mouth at that moment.

The sheer size of it still astounded her. It looked overwhelmingly large up close. While she was not sexually experienced by any stretch of the imagination, she had still experienced male nudity, living and traveling with her tribe. None of their organs came anywhere close to the behemoth she was being forced to serve now. The horse analogy she had thought of earlier was the only one that made sense to her, since Mordall's size was somewhat comparable to the members of the male horses that drew their carts. The fact that this one was attached to a humanoid being made it all the more unnatural and terrifying.

Even though she was unable to control her actions, her body still felt the results of them. Sypha's jaw was growing tired, and her tongue was slowing down. She had never performed movements such as these, and her untrained muscles were burning with the stretching and foreign motions. Mordall seemed to take notice and frowned down at her.

"Come now, Sypha." He admonished. "Losing strength already? Is that any way to treat your lord? How can you serve me if you don't have the stamina to push on? Show me the depth of your resolve, human. Go deeper."

As the magic took hold of her, Sypha felt herself lining up with Mordall's cock in preparation.

'It won't fit.' She thought to herself.

Her jaw dropped as far as it could go, and she eased herself forward.

'It won't fit.' She thought.

Her lips began to stretch and work their way around the bulbous head, her tongue pushed flat to the bottom of her mouth.

'It won't fit!'

Muscles strained and her jaw was forced wide by the incoming object, almost painfully so.

'IT WON'T FIT!'

With a final push, her lips and jaw stretched and forced themselves around the enormous head. Sypha's entire mouth was utterly stuffed full, just having the tip inside her. She had barely taken a fraction of the overwhelming cock in her, but she was totally stupefied. She could scarcely believe she had managed even that to begin with.

Mordall smiled down at her and raised his hand, palm up. Extending his index finger, he made a beckoning motion towards himself. Confusion sprung up in Sypha but it was immediately replaced with fear as her body heeded his request, pushing herself further onto his length. She looked up at him, scared, but he just kept smiling and beckoned once again, compelling her to take even more past her stretched lips. With each beckon of his finger, Sypha continued to swallow millimeter after millimeter. Her mind was screaming, but her body refused her commands, instead opting to follow the will of the magic being forced onto her.

At the next beckon, whereby she took yet another couple millimeters for a grand total of two inches, she felt the tip of Mordall's erection poke against her uvula and she gagged, hard. Her eyes instantly began to tear up and she looked up at him, pleadingly, but his smirk remained unchanged. He urged her forth yet again, resulting in a violent retch yet again. Another beckon, another slide forward. Now, his tip was pressing into her uvula insistently, forcing constant chokes to emerge from her body as she reacted to the foreign stimuli being thrust upon her. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her neck muscles contracted and convulsed, attempting to expel something that was not yet there, only prodding the entrance.

With her lips stretched taut and unable to breath through her mouth, Sypha found her alternate source of air, her nose, being interrupted by her consistent pattern of violently choking, leaving her deprived of oxygen and feeling somewhat lightheaded. Her vision was blurry from the reactive water that had filled them, but she could see Mordall's disappointed yet amused expression hovering far above her. Blinking back some of the tears and coughing furiously, she felt as his finger came down to her forehead and pushed her backwards and off of his cock, an audible pop filling the hall as her taut lips left his huge head, leaving it covered in messy saliva. Sypha dipped forward and retched, her mouth recovering from the abuse, but Mordall allowed her no such luxury as a break.

"You have a long way to go, human girl." He sighed. "I won't force you to take it all just yet. I don't want to break you on the first day, after all. Since I am kind, I will allow you to finish me off with your hand this once. Know that in the future, I will not be so generous."

Sypha barely registered his words, still busy coughing, but her body obeyed his will. Her hand immediately reached up and grasped hold of Mordall's erection, tip first. She used the copious amounts of spit that were present to lubricate the top half of the shaft and began to vigorously stroke up and down.

Unlike her previous actions, that had been gentle, slow, and loving, this was quite the opposite. It was fast and frantic, obeying his command to finish him off. Her forearms burned furiously as the minutes ticked by, but her movements didn't slow down one iota. The only pauses she took were to lean in and allow more of her spit to flow past her lips, providing additional lubrication when necessary. Then, it was right back to the grindstone, her fingers wrapped tightly around him, unable to completely encircle his length, yet stroking passionately, nonetheless.

Without warning, Mordall grunted, and she saw his muscular thighs tense up. Before she could even register what was happening, a gout of white erupted from the tip of his cock and sprayed her directly in the face. Sputtering and shocked by the sudden torrent, Sypha reflexively leant back and away from him.

"Don't move!" he commanded. "Keep stroking, girl. Cover yourself with my seed."

Unable to open her eyes, for fear of getting his copious jizz in them, Sypha resumed her handiwork, coaxing shot after shot from him and aiming each one to a different spot of her upper body. Her chest, her neck, and her abdomen were soon covered, but her face and head certainly took the worst of the onslaught. By the end of his orgasm, she was literally drenched in cum, completely soaked with the stuff. Her blonde hair was practically plastered to her head and her face coated white.

Dropping her hand from his unyielding dick, she gingerly brought both hands to her face and wiped the semen away from her eyes so that she could open them. They stung a bit from the remnants that she was unable to simply wipe away, but she was able to see and survey her appearance. Beneath the white outer layer, her cheeks burned bright red again as she looked down at herself, and her body trembled, uncontrollably with rage at how she had been treated. Mordall just erupted with laughter again and snapped his fingers, his robes re-materializing to cover himself.

"Yes, you will certainly make a fine pet." He chuckled. "We will have lots of fun with you, Sypha the speaker."