My SI Stash #96 - Into the Unknown by Cambrian (DragonAge)

-Damn, I just wanna personally say thank you to this commissioner for giving us a Pimperor SI Dragon Age~ I've been waiting for tis Jim Jasper-reality warping power for so long, and my favorite NSFW author is doing it! LES GOOOOOOO

Synopsis: This one is a bit of an odd duck, in that the commissioner wanted me to insert myself into a fictional universe I actually barely have any personal experience with. So here's a Dragon Age SI where I have reality bending powers.

Rated: M

Words: 29K

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https://forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/into-the-unknown-dragon-age-si.12030/ (Cambrian)

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)

-x-X-x-

It wasn't any particular one thing that ultimately woke him up. If anything, it was the lack of noise that roused him from his slumber, the utter silence leaving him a little… discombobulated. The lack of a fan blowing, or the ever-present hum of electricity… he knew something was wrong before he even opened his eyes.

Not that opening his eyes helped him comprehend his current state all that much better. It takes him a second to blink the sleep out of his gaze, but even once his vision is entirely clear, he still finds himself staring up at the black sky above him, tainted with a sickly green haze, in confusion. Rather than a ceiling over his head, he was… somewhere else?

Frankly, it looked like someone had messed with the color settings of a high definition TV and then fucked up the picture even further by turning the green way too high. This was obviously a dream. He was lucid dreaming. That was always fun, wasn't it? Grinning a little, he looks away from the gaping sky above him, intrigued and curious to see what else he can take it.

It's rather odd, his current circumstances. He's in a mixture of his bedroom and pure elsewhere, like alongside his bed, parts of his room and furniture had ended up coming with him to wherever he was currently supposed to be. His desk was there with it's computer and dual monitors, and his computer chair was in front of it.

The desk was in fact a six foot long, hardwood top workbench more suited for a garage then a bedroom, but it'd always suited him just fine. He liked having the extra space, truth be told. If he wanted, he could have had three monitors… but truth be told, two felt right, and with just two monitors he could add a little cat bed and blanket at one end of his desk for his kitty to sleep in.

Said cat bed was still there on the desk, but his cat was not in it. That was to be expected though, she spent most of her nights sleeping with his mom, not with him. As it was, the desk and his bed, as well as his shelves seemed to be some of the only pieces of his bedroom to come with him to this place. There was some carpet as well, but parts of the floor and the walls surrounding him had merged with dark, black rock, with a couple of the walls not existing at all.

Beyond his immediate surroundings, he could see that the dark rock kept going for a little while and then dropped off into an abyss. Not an empty abyss though, as rocks of various size, perhaps as big as islands and mountains even, floated in defiance of gravity. It was certainly a wondrous view… and the black city on the horizon was wondrous as well.

Still, he had to wonder where he was, what he was dreaming about. Frowning, he swings his legs off of the bed and cocks his head to the side, moving it back and forth. An involuntary groan leaves his lips as he manages to pop his neck in a most satisfying way. Huh, he'd never had that happen in a dream before… honestly, this entire dream felt as real as it did surreal.

Furrowing his brow in visible consternation, he reaches over and grips the flesh of his opposite arm, pinching it together. It hurts… but does it actually hurt? Needing to know for sure, he twists, only to let out a yelp as he ups the pain by several magnitudes. Even then, his mind is attempting to deny the truth, the reality of his Eldritch surroundings. But the increasing pain forces him to accept the truth.

Now, the throbbing pain in his arm is echoed by the rapid beating of his heart as he's forced to acknowledge that somehow, impossibly, this is real. He'd… he'd been transported somewhere else. Opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish, he looks back over to that dark and twisted city in the distance once more. This time, the sight of it doesn't make him curious or intrigued… it horrifies him and fills him with dread.

This definitely wasn't a good place he'd been brought to. In fact, he was already ready to label it a Very Bad Place, with capital letters and all. Grimacing, he rubs at the pain in his arm to attempt to soothe the self-inflicted injury, even as he unconsciously stands up and slips into the flip flops by his bedside. To his surprise, his hand and arm briefly tingle with a soothing glow as the pain abruptly ceases and a glance down at his limb reveals unmarred flesh.

… He had healing magic? That was pretty cool, and also rather odd. Where had that come? What was the extent of his ability to heal? Did he have to focus, or was he a regenerator? Did he have any other powers? Licking his lips, he stumbles over to his desk and chair, to his computer, only to make a somewhat terrifying discovery. It wasn't real. None of it was real. His bed had certainly felt soft enough, but the chair he'd pegged as his computer chair was actually a chair-shaped tree that had grown out of the ground, the desk was a stone extension of the ground, and his monitors and computer revealed themselves to be stone as well, poor imitations of the originals from his world at best.

Well, not that poor if they'd been able to fool him from a distance, but even a cursory glance up close showed that they weren't real. None of it was real, though the parts of the floor mimicking carpet, along with his bed, were at least soft enough to seem real.

A hiss suddenly sounds out from his side, and he turns to regard one of the locals, his breath stopping for a moment as he stares at it. The thing is undeniably monstrous in appearance, with a vague humanoid structure to it, but no face, a hunched back, and claws at the end of its thick, alien-like arms. It's a monster, there's no doubt about that, but rather than facing it in a video game through a computer screen, he's facing it in person, only feet away.

For a moment, he's surprised that the mere sight of it doesn't reduce him to a gibbering wreck. He was always a coward, truth be told, the kind of guy who would definitely run away at the sight of evil. Honestly, even when he'd written fanfiction in which he Self-Inserted himself into another world, he always made sure to give himself some immense power up in order to make things more or less a cakewalk.

In reality, if he was transported to another world AS he was, well, he'd probably just keep his head down and try to survive. That obviously wasn't an option here, as this wasn't likely even an alternative version of his world… this was some sort of Hell Dimension, plain and simple. And yet, he was still surprisingly calm as he cocked his head to the side, gazing at the approaching fiend, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards.

"Shouldn't you be off terrorizing a band of meddling kids and their damn dog, or something?"

It swipes at him in response, and to his surprise he reflexively dodges the strike, back peddling out of its range… and ending up tripping over his bed, having lost complete situational awareness of his surroundings. Rolling over onto the other side of it as those nasty-looking claws come down at him again, he ends up colliding with the dark rock hard, and groaning as he rubs his head.

Lying there dazed as his would-be killer slowly circles around the bed after him, he watches it loom over him. Even now, even as he feels fear at his impending demise… it's muted. Rather than gibbering terror, he just grimaces and lifts his hands up, as though he could push it away, make it leave… only for the air in front of him to suddenly visibly distort as he's suddenly blasting the monster up, up and away.

Blinking dumbly for a moment as there's a meaty thud and echoing screech from the creature's not so far off landing, he smacks himself as he recalls his 'healing powers'. Obviously, it was more than just healing. Slowly, he stands up. A grin is spreading across his face now as he looks down at his hands, recognizing that he's far from helpless after all.

Meanwhile, the creature has righted itself and is starting to slink its way back towards him. It… actually wasn't that fast, which was probably how he'd dodged it the first two times. Too bad he didn't have a lightsaber to go with his cool magic and force powers, he could probably easily slice and dice the thing from arm's length and-

A metallic tube settles into his dominant hand and he instinctively clenches down on it. Glancing down at the famous weapon, looking up at the monster-turned-target… his grin widens as he presses the activator.

*SNAP* *HISS*

The partially enclosed area that is this half-replica of his bedroom fills with red light, because of course any lightsaber that he would imagine into existence would be Sith Red. Regardless, the presence of his new weapon does nothing to deter the fiend from reaching for him with clawed limbs… of which he deprives it of one a moment later, it's haste costing it an arm as he side steps and lashes out somewhat inexpertly with the lightsaber.

The limb smokes and breaks apart into dust as it lands on the ground, with the monster screeching in pain as it clutches at the stump of it's lost arm, before spinning around to lash out at him with it's other claws… it loses that arm to, when he instinctively tries to block with the deadly beam of crimson, only for the flailing strike the creature makes on him to result in the flesh being split all the way up it by the very lethal contained plasma.

He takes a moment to gaze at the shrieking, thoroughly disarmed visage of his adversary as it still lurches forward in a desperate attempt to attack him. Ultimately though, he steps aside and with a casual flick, lops off its head. As the body falls to the ground and breaks apart to return to the ether, or whatever it was that made up this place, he finds himself staring at the lightsaber.

It wasn't just a lightsaber… it was the skill and knowledge to use it, he was rapidly finding. He could suddenly remember decades of practice, of sparring, of training. He was a Master with this blade, if he wanted to be. As his beating heart begins to slow however, he deactivates the saber with a loud *SHOOP* and breathes a sigh of relief, only to find his hand suddenly empty of the weapon that saved his life.

He was beginning to get an idea of what was going on here. He was beginning to realize what this all was. It was too bad that he hadn't gotten one of those introductions from some sort of Omnipotent version of himself like most of HIS self-insert fanfics had gotten, but he had moved away from that years ago, hadn't he? And now here he was, just another self-insert, or so it seemed.

But where the fuck was he? Usually, his self-inserts involved worlds that he was well-versed in, and ideas that he'd been contemplating for some time. Instead, he was in a place he did not recognize, fighting monsters he couldn't name. And yet… he was quite confident that this WAS a self-insert, and likely one being 'written' by himself as well… because he had power. Oh, how he had power.

And not just healing powers, or magic powers, or anything like that… as far as he could tell, he was bending reality itself to his whims. Whatever he wanted seemed to happen. In fact… holding out his hands, he grins as a plate of steaming hot food from his favorite Mexican restaurant appears there. Then, he yelps as the plate itself turns out to be very hot and he has to hastily drop it onto the bed beside him before he burns himself too much.

A bit of thought though makes it so his arms are once again good as new, and then another thought gives him resistance to heat and cold, as well as stronger skin in general. He tests that with a knife, sawing at his arm but seeing no damage done. With a hearty chuckle, he starts in on the food, finding it to taste exactly as he expected it to taste… absolutely delicious.

This? He could work with this. He might not know what the fuck he was doing here, he might not understand a single thing about this world yet… but that was just it. Yet. He'd get there. And so long as he had his powers, he was pretty sure he'd be juuust fine.

-x-X-x-

Staring at himself in the floor-length mirror he's summoned, he hums as he looks himself over. He's not naked, he didn't exactly feel comfortable stripping down to nothing in a place like this. But he doesn't really need to be naked to know that his powers have effortlessly given him the perfect body, a truly handsome figure, toned and optimized for health and strength and stamina and all that good stuff.

Really, the mirror was just for the face, which he honestly hadn't had to do much work on. Once he'd gotten rid of the excess hundred or so pounds, he was carrying around in terms of body fat, it turned out that he'd had a face he actually quite liked. Maybe that was because it was his face, maybe he really was just a handsome lad. Who could say for sure? At the end of the day though, he was happy with what he'd made, with what he'd shaped himself into.

"What do we have here, I wonder. Who… are… you?"

Blinking at the quite enticing, quite sultry feminine voice, he turns to find what can only be a succubus, stroking and examining the pale imitations of his belongings as she saunters around the 'bedroom' that he's somehow brought with him. In the midst of summoning a weapon as a precaution, he freezes, his mental processes getting derailed as he sees and hears her, as he truly takes her in.

She's… gorgeous, to say the least. Definitely a succubus, definitely a demon… but also all woman, no doubt about it. With some sort of mix between hot pink and violet flesh, the gorgeous demonic creature is naked from the waist up, wearing some sort of skirt or shawl or whatever from the waist down. He doesn't spend much time looking down, because he's far too busy staring at her beautiful chest, her beautiful face, her glorious curved demonic horns.

Letting out a soft giggle, she closes the distance between them, humming as she looks between him and his things.

"What is all of this? It's… delightful. You… are delightful. You're something new, aren't you? Something I've never seen before. And believe me, love, I've seen a lot."

She closes the distance between them at that, licking her lips with a long, sinuous tongue that enhances both her inhumanity AND her beauty in his eyes. Grinning wickedly, as if she can read his every thought and knows how much he desires her, she finishes closing the gap so that she can press herself against him, rubbing herself against the front of his newly chiseled body.

"Mmm, I want to see more. Show me more, won't you? If you show me more, I'll give you everything. You can have me… however you like."

It's working. God is it working. She's fucking sexy as fuck, and his cock is rising within the confines of his clothing, his newly enhanced cock, which means even the gym shorts that he went to sleep in every night are beginning to strain to hold him in, tenting magnificently. Looking down between them as she feels him brush against her belly button, the succubus, because really, what else could she be, lets out a startled, light laugh.

"O-Oh my, that is MOST impressive."

Without so much as a by-your-leave, she sticks her hand down the front of his shorts and into his boxers and grabs hold of his cock, grasping it somewhat firmly as she strokes it, her eyes lighting up a bit more from the sheer girth she finds him wielding.

"Mm, I think that you and I could have a most… advantageous relationship, darling. I think that we can show each other such wonders. I want to know what you know; I want to experience all these new things you've experienced."

And then, the tone shifts. Not too much, it's not like she's suddenly bellowing in a deep, dark, demonic tone or anything. She's still as elegant and feminine as ever, and her gorgeous, silken, sultry voice is also just as enticing and desirable as ever. And yet, he still feels it, still feels the shift.

"Give it to me. Give yourself to me. Submit, so that I can take care of you. Pledge your loyalty… be my newest toy."

It's only then that he realizes she's fucking with him mentally. He really already knew, deep down inside, but it was so easy to ignore the voice in the back of his head, screaming at him for falling under her spell. It was so easy, because she made it so easy. She was pure sex incarnate; she was everything he'd ever fantasized about, truth be told. But that was only because she was trying to worm her way into his head, into his heart… into his soul.

It was the use of the word 'submit' that jostled something loose inside of him. Even back in his old world, even as his cowardly, powerless self… he'd never once been aroused by the thought of submitting to anyone. Oh certainly, if it was a choice between life or death, he'd bow his head to survive… but he wouldn't enjoy it. Just as he knew he wouldn't enjoy submitting here and now… especially not when he had so much power at his disposal.

Lashing out with the Force or whatever you wanted to call it, he blasts the succubus off of him, relishing the wide-eyed look on her face as she's thrown back. Before she can even get very far however, he's followed it up by creating the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak and hurled them at her, catching her midair as they activate and force her body into a rather humiliating position, on her knees, legs spread, arms jutting outward and upward to the sides.

However, there's still some lingering lust, and HIS Crimson Bands of Cyttorak are a construct of his will, of his reality bending abilities. As such, she ends up somewhat more sexualized, with her breasts pushed up and together, and plugs forming at the tail end of the restraints that insert into her cunt and ass. Meanwhile, the bit in her mouth is shaped like a dildo that goes right into an O-ring gag that in turn forces her to keep her mouth open.

There's a moment of silence, save for his panting as he realizes just how close he came to… well, falling under her spell. With but a thought, he gives his mind as much protection as he's already given his body. He'd enhanced his body and effectively made himself so durable that it would take something like a lightsaber to cut through his flesh now. But he'd left his mind wholly unprotected like an idiot… until now.

While there was obviously some basic protection that had ultimately let him snap out of it and realize what this creature was trying to do to him, he needed more, lest he fall prey to further attempts to conquer his mind and soul. Luckily, it's easy enough to imagine such protections into reality, shielding himself mentally, and creating a sort of metaphysical shell around his soul, now that he knew what at least some of the denizens of this place would be after.

Only once he's done so does he take a moment to actually look over his captive. She's not actually frozen or paralyzed or anything… she's merely locked in place by the bands, completely helpless and utterly incapable of movement. And yet, she seems to be… enjoying herself? Her long sinuous tongue is currently out and writhing around the dildo in her mouth, while betwixt her thighs he can see her pussy beginning to gush along the length of the rod in her cunt.

She's not so much as twitching, not even jiggling or bouncing… and yet she's turned on by being trapped as she is. His first instinct is to interrogate her, to figure out what's going on… but his cock is still rock hard, truth be told, and there's no denying that how she is now… she's very, very tempting. He just has to turn the tables on her, which he's already begun to do. He just needs to show her that rather than him submitting to her��� it's she who needs to submit to HIM.

Licking his lips, he steps forward, yanking his gym shorts and boxers down and letting his erection flop free. It's his first time seeing his new cock in the flesh, so to speak. He'd reshaped it in his mind, but not stripped all the way down, until now. His member bounces as it comes up, at full mast at this point and ready and raring for action.

Meanwhile, his captured succubus friend has the most perfect horns. The damn things are practically demanding to be used as handlebars in a proper, sloppy face fucking. So, that's what he'll do. At least to start with, anyways. Striding forward, his sense of balance perfect despite his new body, as he'd used his power to give him the muscle memory to be able to walk without falling flat on his face, he grabs hold of the sex demon by the horns, startling her something fierce.

Her eyes had been growing lidded as she'd been somehow managing to reach nirvana from her complete entrapment, but now they're wide again, looking up at him expectantly. He responds by willing the dildo part of the bands to pull back out of her mouth, leaving the nice wet hole of the O-ring gag for him to sink his cock through.

She moans upon having her mouth vacated, and her tongue writhes in the open air, trying to reach his member. After spending a moment making himself immune to all poisons and other effects that her saliva might induce, he thrusts forward, giving her what she's so desperate for, slamming his cock into her mouth and down her throat before her long, sinuous tongue can even fully, properly wrap around his length.

"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"

As he begins to skull fuck the demon bitch, this cunt who thought she could own him, could control him, he can feel her tongue trying to gain some sort of purchase on his member. She's trying to grip at his cock, possibly to push him out of her throat, possibly to hold him in. Maybe she thinks she can threaten him, because when it becomes obvious that her tongue isn't strong enough to hold him in one place, that's when the teeth come out to place.

An anguished cry mostly muffled by cock emits from the poor wittle sex demon's stretched lips as one of her fangs simply snaps off upon coming in contact with his member. She was trying to bite down, whether to inject some sort of poison or simply to chew his dick off and maim him, he couldn't say for sure. Either way, she's now down a fang as the other fang ends up skidding off his inhumanly dense member.

He was rather proud of that, actually. Proud of all the work he'd put into this new body of his. His cock in particular was made to look, taste, and feel like a normal mammal's member. Warm and hot, hard and thick when aroused, ready to wreck any bitch it came across, ready to cum when he wanted to cum. But if you tried to scratch the surface and see what was underneath… you'd quickly find you couldn't, as his current captive just had.

His skin still seemed like normal, human skin… right up until you tried to cut, claw, or as she'd just done, bite through it. Then you discovered that his body, dick included, might as well have been made of adamantium. After all, that was the strength he'd been thinking of when he'd been deciding the current impenetrability of his new body. It wasn't like his bones were coated in the fictional metal or anything like that… rather, every part of his body, from his skin to his hair to even his bones and internal organs, would act like a normal human body under any nonthreatening circumstances… but immediately act like adamantium when threatened.

Even his eyes would deflect anything that anyone tried to shove into him, though he wasn't interested in testing that out, any time soon. Regardless, he now had a whimpering, sobbing sex demon choking on his cock as he railed her throat with impunity, one fang destroyed and the other hastily retracted with the rest of her sharp teeth as she just tries to endure both the pain of her broken tooth as well as him skull fucking her to his heart's content.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

He has slowed down just a tad, though he's still forcing her to deep-throat every last inch of his newly enhanced cock. It's just… he feels a little guilty. Slowly to a halt, he hums as he looks down at her demonic black eyes, tears of pink and violet, not quite blood but also not normal human tears, leaking down her perfectly sculpted, currently bulging cheeks.

"You just learned a very valuable lesson, didn't you?"

She can't exactly nod, the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak don't let her, even if he is only loosely holding onto her gorgeous handlebar horns at the moment. Still, he can see the answer in her voice, and hear the affirmative in her pitiful muffled moan around his cock.

"Mmhmm…"

Smiling, he rolls his shoulders.

"Alright then… well, I know I didn't dream you up consciously… but let's see what I can do for you, shall we?"

Here's the thing, he'd always planned to experiment with her, to alter her. In fact, as he'd been face fucking her, there'd been two things that had already come to mind. So, along with repairing her broken fang, he went ahead and changed those two things as well, running his hands over her scalp and her horns and humming the 'whistle while you work' dittany to himself.

The sex demon he's holding captive goes even more wide-eyed then before at the changes. He assumes that's because one of the changes he made was something of a flavor thing for him. Basically, he'd made her horns huge erogenous zones for her, the sort of thing that, when he gripped and stroked them, made her want to cum immediately. He'd also given her hair, not really liking the 'bald' look that she was currently sporting.

Given the way her eyes flutter and she moans wantonly as she cums all over the dildo plug in her cunt, he's fairly certainly he's right. Unbeknownst to him, the reason she truly went so wide-eyed wasn't in pleasure at having her newly remade horns stroked… it was because of the terrifying realization that he had the power to alter the very core of her being, of her form. He'd changed her when he'd altered her horns and given her hair, and that wasn't supposed to be possible.

But he doesn't know this, at least not yet. Rather, he's enjoying a more languid face fuck now, thrusting as deep down her throat as before, but taking his time with it, enjoying making her moan and squeal from his molestation of her horns as much as he's enjoying her tongue and lips and mouth.

"Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk…"

Still, her moaning is driving him close to the edge… so, with a loud groan, he cums right down her throat. To his surprise, she swallows every last drop. Despite choking on his cock quite roughly, she doesn't choke or gag on his seed, seeming to almost hungrily drink it down, like she was made to subsist on cum. And perhaps she was. Or perhaps she was a soul-sucking demon bitch who he'd turned into his fuck toy.

Hm, on that note… why not make it official, right? Grinning, he wills a collar and a chain into existence. Pulling his cock out of her mouth, he shows the sex demon what he has.

"This, my dear, is a fun little toy called a Subjugation Choker. The trick to it is, the wearer has to be willing to have it put on, or it doesn't actually work. So, tell me… are you willing?"

She still can't so much as nod her head, but through the O-ring gag she's wearing, she waggles her tongue as she gives her answer.

"Y-Yesh, Mashtah…"

Laughing somewhat gleefully, he fits the choker around his new pet, a chain unfurling from it that he wraps around his hand as he removes the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak a few moments later. The Subjugation Choker has already taken effect after all, and with her stated consent, has already made her his properly. She's his now… which means it's finally time to get some damn answers.

Sitting down on the facsimile of his bed, tugging her on her hands and knees over to him, he lets out and sigh and looks down at her adoring, expectant face.

"Right… I have some questions for you, love."

Chapter 2

After flicking away the O-ring gag with a pulse of his reality bending, he sighs and leans back a bit, looking down at his newest pet questioningly.

"Let's start with the obvious… what is this place? Where are we?"

The succubus stares at him incredulously for a long moment, and he gets the impression that she can't believe his cluelessness. Still, he wasn't here to be laughed at or mocked, even if it was all internal. With a raised brow, he tugs on his new pet's leash, choking her briefly, even as he reaches out and delivers a magical slap to her derriere that has her squealing in pain and pleasure.

"Let's get one thing straight, my dear. I am your Master; you are my property. From now on, you will answer any question I put to you immediately and truthfully. Now, where are we?"

"T-The Fade! The Beyond! The world of Spirits and Demons, where the souls of the living go when their bodies rest and their minds wander! Only mortals such as yourself have any memories or control while here!"

He hums at that, before caressing her burning rump and healing the pain inflicted by her temporary punishment. That was… he didn't recognize most of that, but he recognized the first bit. The Fade was… Dragon Age, right? Shit, this was just his luck. He'd been inserted into a realm that he himself had no personal prior experience with. He'd never played a Dragon Age game, and while he'd read some fanfiction from the series, it hadn't precisely stuck with him.

Thedas was Dragon Age, right? And something about magical people in Dragon Age being persecuted maybe? Also, there was a blight, or something? Like bad evil disease shit? Fuck, he was grasping at straws. Still, the Fade was Dragon Age's supernatural realm, from what he recalled. Something akin to hell if he was right, which given his only two encounters so far had been that monster and now this succubus, he felt pretty right.

Or was that just his expectations playing tricks on him? Had he subconsciously created the creature that first attacked him, and then this succubus as well? He asks his next question, even as he finds his mind wondering at the possibilities that being in a Realm of Spirits allowed. If this truly was a Manifestation of Collective Unconscious and he had conscious control over it… well, that was certainly promising, wasn't it?

"What does that make you?"

"Yours, of course."

Her response is instant and provokes a startled bark of laughter from him in response. Grinning, he gives one of his new pet's curved horns a pointed stroke, a wanton moan leaving her lips as he plays with the extremely sensitive erogenous zone.

"Good answer, but not the one I was seeking pet. What are you, besides mine?"

With the qualifier, her next answer is a bit more illuminating… but still not by much.

"I-I am a Desire Demon, Master. Desire is my very being… I manifest it, I embody it, I feed off of it, and I am always seeking it."

Well, he couldn't disagree with her on that, she WAS very desirable, even before he'd made her his toy and altered her to his specifications. So, she was some sort of quasi-succubus? That sort of made sense, he supposed, given that this was some sort of quasi-hell. Or, rather than actually being Hell with a capital H, it was more akin to a dream world, right? But then, why was this Manifestation of Collective Unconsciousness so damn dark? Was Dragon Age really that much of a Grim Dark setting?

Damn it, if only he'd played even ONE of the games. He remembered when Dragon Age: Origin came out, but he'd just started playing World of Warcraft and the MMORPG had already begun to dominate his life. By the time Dragon Age: Inquisition came out around five years later, he was STILL playing World of Warcraft almost nonstop, all of the games from that era sort of falling through the gaps for him.

Alas, there really wasn't much he could do about it now. Besides continue interrogating his new pet, of course.

"Why does Desire make you a Demon, exactly?"

After all, Desire was not the same as Lust, right? How dark did the setting of Dragon Age have to be that even simple desire was seen as a bad thing?

"Because mortals believe it so, it becomes so in the Fade."

Apparently, pretty dark. He processes this, his lips pressed together in a thin line. So, she was an evil demoness because the mortals of this world said she was, and the weight of the Collective Unconscious' belief on the matter made it into reality. The Fade was pretty topsy turvy, wasn't it? Hm, he'd be inclined to say she might be lying to him, trying to trick him… but he'd taken the ability to do so away from her.

Still, he was running out of questions. Oh, if he sat and thought for a while he could probably come up with more for her, but he always had been the impatient sort, and now that he apparently had reality warping powers, he had this itch to USE them, as it were… but at the same time, it was probably a bad idea to just go off half-cocked without doing the research first.

"Man, if only there was some 'For Dummies' book on the subject I could skim through to get an idea of what we're dealing with here…"

As if to remind him of said reality warping powers, practically beating him over the head with them, one of his bookshelves that isn't really his bookshelf jumps over beside his bed, with a thick tome appearing on one of its empty shelves within arm's reach.

"… Right."

Reaching out, he takes the tome and opens it to the first page. He holds the heavy thing in front of him for a few moments of reading, but the weight of the damn thing is heavy, and he's never been one to read from his lap, it's bad for his neck. After a few seconds, he pauses, looks over at his kneeling pet's horns, and then uses the massive curved rack as a podium, setting the tome down and reading to himself under his breath.

"The Fade is a realm of primeval matter from which the Maker formed the physical world and all living beings."

"It was the first realm created by the Maker, populated with spirits, the first of the Maker's 'children'. Growing unsatisfied with them (as what they created was "fleeting, ever-changing"), he then created Thedas, separated from the Fade by the Veil and populated by mortal creatures."Aha! He knew he remembered Thedas being a Dragon Age thing. So that was the name of the real world in this setting… that was good to know. The rest of it though… looking up and around at his surroundings, he couldn't really shake the feeling that whoever wrote this shit had never actually BEEN to the fade. Though the bit about the Veil, that also sounded familiar now that the term with a big ole capital V was right in front of him.

Turning the page, he finds a completely different bit of religious dogma on the back, despite them being the front and back of the same piece of parchment.

"The Dalish refer to the Fade as the Beyond and believe that it is a holy place that was once the home of the gods. They also tell that following Fen'Harel's deception before the fall of Arlathan, the gods now lie imprisoned in the Eternal City at the heart of the Fade while the Dread Wolf roams, gleefully feasting on the souls of the dead"

The Dalish… fuck, who were the Dalish? With a surge of his power, another book appears on the bookshelf beside him and he sighs, reaching over and grabbing that one. He skims it for a moment before setting it aside with a nod. Okay, so the Dalish were the elves of Thedas. Nomadic elves, apparently. That was… cool? He probably should have been able to guess that with a name like 'Fen'Harel' because it sounded very elvish at a second glance, as well as the whole 'Eternal City' thing since most elves were long lived across fictional settings.

Though the bit about a Dread Wolf gleefully feasting on the souls of the dead was somewhat unnerving… especially when it seemed perhaps somewhat likely that the dark city, he could see off in the distance was this Eternal City mentioned on the page? And yet, part of him found the explanation to be somewhat shitty. Most of the fictional settings he'd ever experienced had trained him to expect the realms of Gods to be far more orderly than this Eldritch mess.

Irritatingly, most of the pages are written in Ye Olde English, lacking the standardization of the modern world that he's used to. It's almost as if the entire tome is a conglomeration of writings from Thedas' scholars and philosophers and religious folk. This seems all the more likely when some pages show up in different languages.

He considers for a moment translating the entire tome with a wave of his hands… but ultimately decides against it. He's done enough research for the day, hasn't he? Can't he do more work tomorrow? Ugh, he's always been a little bit lazy, in the end. And now he had reality warping abilities… he'd be fine. Putting the book back on the shelf, he instead turns his attention towards his pet, reaching down and beginning to play with her breasts.

The self-proclaimed Desire Demon moans softly as he fondles and molests her for a time, even as he hums consideringly over her admittedly delicious ta-tas. Still, as pretty as they are… they could be a little bit bigger. At his thought, the Desire Demon's tits grow another size, causing her to gasp and then moan as he also ups the sensitivity of her new boobs by a couple magnitudes. She's about three times as sensitive as she was before, and it shows when he rolls and then pinches her nipples between his fingers, causing her to cry out and orgasm on the spot.

Chuckling, he decides that he might as well continue, and stands, pulling on her nipples as he does so, even as he's giving her a command.

"Up. Lay down on the bed, on your stomach."

His new Desire Demon does as she's told, even as the rubbing of her new tits and teats against his sheets causes her to whimper and mewl from sheer ecstasy. She arches her back, rising her hips up into the air subconsciously, and utterly exposing herself in the process. Having her laying down on her stomach now and facing away from him reveals just how little her backside is covered compared to the front. Everything is accessible from behind, from her gorgeous heart-shaped derriere to her juicy wet pussy lips nestled between her thighs.

Was it an enticement to take her from behind, or to tear off her clothes from the front? Or more than likely, it was both. Regardless, with her tail and ass exposed to him, he was quite quick to make adjustments to both, playing with her backside, groping and squeezing it and making it just a bit bubblier. He didn't need her to be over the top or anything like that, but when he was done, she was more hour-glass figure then before, that much was for sure.

As for her tail, he didn't make any physical changes to the spade appendage so to speak, but just like he did with her horns, he did make her tail an erogenous zone for her, enjoying the way the Desire Demon squeaks and squeals as he tugs on it a bit.

Chuckling darkly, he finally moves to mount her, slapping his cock down between her newly enhanced butt cheeks. Sliding back and forth for a few moments, hot dogging her ass, he groans in enjoyment. Oh yeah, this is the life… he could definitely get used to this. With a growl, he pulls back enough to nestle his cockhead betwixt her thighs, feeling himself catch on her pussy lips.

Once he's firmly lodged in the entrance of her cunt, he thrusts forward, groaning happily at how her inner walls wrap around his member and tighten up automatically. She's exactly as he expects her to be, warm wet and silky smooth on the inside, causing his balls to churn as he begins to thrust in and out of her. He wonders if that's because he's subconsciously making her as he wants her. Her very existence is such a strange, alien thing to him, truth be told.

This entire place is a fucking trip, that much is for sure. If he was here without any powers, just as himself, he'd be gibbering in terror by this point. No, actually that's not true. He'd be dead, or in whatever state that first monstrous creature wanted to put him. This Desire Demon he'd turned into his pet and was currently fucking as he liked, mounting her from above and plowing into his bed… she would have come upon this strange facsimile of his bedroom long after the first creature was done with him, and likely either found his corpse… or nothing at all.

A morbid thought to be sure, and it provokes him a little bit, causing him to snarl and go rougher with his pet then he was before. Where before he was languidly thrusting into her from behind, now he begins to roughly fuck her, pounding away at her clenching twitching cunt, slamming home into her pussy and ramming up against her cervix with each and every pistoning motion of his fat prick.

He grabs onto her tail with one hand for good measure, tugging on it and making her cum on command over and over again by doing so. The other hand starts off spanking her beautiful bubble butt, leaving his handprint on the slightly expanded surface of her ass, before eventually he grows tired of doing so and just reaches up and grabs one of her horns. That sets her off all over again, and the prone Desire Demon squeals and shrieks and squirms beneath him, turning into an utter puddle of pleasure as he fucks her senseless, pounding his way through orgasm after orgasm.

When he finally cums himself, a bit of his power makes sure he stays hard, and he keeps at it, keeps on fucking her creampied quim like it's his property… because it is. Dwelling on what could have been, dwelling on the worst case scenarios… it wasn't productive, not when none of it had happened and none of it WOULD happen, because he had powers now. He was powerful… and he fully intended to do whatever he liked, both with this needy, horny slut beneath him, and this entire goddamn realm.

This Manifestation of Collective Unconscious… it belonged to him now, and no one else. Oh sure, the living over in Thedas might come visit in their dreams and have a good, merry time, but that was it. They were visitors, guests, and nothing else. And sure, there might be these creatures like the thing he killed and this Desire Demon beneath him… but they were his to use now as he liked.

A thought crystalizes in his head. He was going to be the motherfucking Walt Disney of this place, and the Fade was going to be his Disney World. The dreamers would be those visiting the park, and the creatures within would work for HIM, would serve HIM. Yeah… yeah that was how it was going to be from now on. So long as his powers didn't fail him, he was going to take the Fade and, just like he'd done with the Desire Demon beneath him, make the whole thing his BITCH!

With one last snarl, he cums inside of the Desire Demon one final time before pulling out of her. It must have seemed rather abrupt, because he'd already creampied her a dozen times by that point, but she also wasn't in much state to actually say or do anything about it at first, mostly because he'd quite literally broken her. The succubus-like creature was face down, twitching and spasming, her long serpent-like tongue lolled out of her mouth as she lays there, completely insensate.

… Hm, yeah, perhaps he shouldn't have given her so many erogenous zones and then messed them up quite so much. Mm… nah. Grinning, he grabs his fucked silly Desire Demon by a horn and drags her around to service his cock once more, enjoying the way her long tongue immediately goes to work on his shaft, even though she's not even really all there, mentally. With a flick of his fingers though, she's recovered, her mind back together again from the thousands of pieces he shattered it into.

She blinks up at him, and then her eyes dart to his cock, and she begins to dutifully suck, even as her gaze flickers to his face every once in a while. He lets her suck him clean, and then pulls her back, pushing her away and lounging on his bed as he hums again.

"… You got a name, by the way? Can't just keep calling you Desire Demon in my head, it's bugging me."

Averting her gaze, the Desire Demon shakes her head.

"No master… I'm not strong enough to have a name."

That gets his interest, and he lifts his eyebrows in surprise and curiosity.

"Oh? How's that work then?"

What follows is a short but informational explanation on demons. As a low-ranking demon, one of the chaff so to speak, she doesn't have a name. There's those above her though, and the mid-ranking demons all name themselves after concepts of lust like Allura, Caress, or Hanker. Meanwhile, the ones above THEM have more exotic names, but she doesn't know any of them and saying such names might just attract their attention, so that's a no-go. And finally, there are whispers of the Forbidden Ones, with names that have been forgotten, lost, or hidden over the course of time. Apparently, THOSE ones were probably the very first of their kind.

All very interesting, all very good to know… and in the end, what it all boils down to is that his new pet needs a name… a name only he can give her. He ponders the subject for all of a moment before grinning.

"Hm, well then, let's start a new trend, shall we? Concepts for medium ranking demons, actual names for higher ranking demons… so it just makes sense that you low-ranking demons have stripper names."

Her eyes flicker with confusion and she tilts her head to the side almost cutely as she purses her lips together.

"Your name, henceforth, will be Kandy. With a K."

Despite the silliness of the name, the newly minted Kandy's eyes nonetheless widen, and she shudders in pleasure as she experiences an explosive orgasm from the naming. Amusing, to say the least…

-x-X-x-

With a hum, he releases his hold on the chain leash wrapped around his pet Kandy's neck, watching as it retracts, but more accurately disappears all the way down to a single chain link, dangling from her collar. Focusing on the previous sensation of the chain wrapped around his fist causes the chain leash to flow back out of her collar and back into his hand in moments.

In response, Kandy the Desire Demon moans and wiggles and shudders in pleasure as the action tugs slightly on her collar. Her body shifts on the bed for a moment before he releases it, and she quickly shifts back, her arms firmly wrapped around the pillow supporting her head. She'd become entirely too attached to the comfort provided by his facsimile of a bed, it seemed. Though in all fairness, it was obvious that the bed was the closest thing to an actual exact replica of what he'd had back home.

Maybe because it was the closest object to him? Rather than there being a bed frame beneath the mattress however, it was all rock, just like the rest of his little 'island'. So it wasn't that far off from being just as fake as the rest. Still, Kandy certainly loved the pillow and the mattress from the way she was practically writhing in ecstasy upon both as he repeated the chain trick a few times more.

He quickly discovers that the leash has no limit to it's length unless he imposes one on it, at least not one that he can find within the spatial limits of his island, or territory, or rock… whatever one wanted to call it. Confident in the fact that he could easily rein her in if need be, he ends the experiment after one last tug and then turns his gaze out at the Fade beyond his claim, making sure to keep a few feet away from the edge and the abyss below.

If his powers held true, he could probably just fly, but that didn't mean he wanted to test it, and empty black expanses of nothing definitely disturbed him more than a little bit. Regardless, moments later and he's gazing through the most powerful pair of binoculars he can think up at the floating lands around him. It was much like gazing upon the land within a snow globe, if he had to describe it.

There was a forest, a village, a tower, a city… and many, many other places. Some had some semblance of order to them, but most were utterly chaotic. Population centers tended to take up the larger islands and were much more detailed from what he could tell, while more remote and isolated locations were sometimes little more than barren rocks, even more barren then his own slice of the Fade at this point.

… He had to leave this place eventually. Maybe if he'd woken up in a prison cell shaped like his room with a working computer and internet access he could have lived out the rest of his days peacefully enough, being the natural introvert that he was… but part of being introverted had a lot to do with NOT wanting to interact with the dangers of the outside world. Now here he was in the middle of what was likely a very dangerous place indeed… but he was protected, right? He had more power than he'd ever had back in his old life.

Even with that in mind however, he wasn't inclined to try flying just yet. It wasn't just the thought of falling into the empty abyss that lay beneath him and between him and the other islands, it was also worry that the inky blackness between him and the other islands wasn't actually traversable in the first place. After all…

Kandy's flicking tail catches his eye, and he turns to regard his pet. Both she and the other creature… they'd sort of just appeared out of nowhere, right? Which meant flying across the Fade probably wasn't the way things were done. More likely, everyone got around via teleportation. Only, he didn't know anything about this damn place, so blindly teleporting himself and his pet places felt… dangerous.

On the other hand, having his pet, who was supposedly more familiar with her home dimension, teleport the two of them places might work better. Once he had a better lay of the land, he probably wouldn't need her to do so anymore, but for now…

"Kandy. Up."

The Desire Demon whines but obeys nevertheless, popping up off of his bed as she gives him a mighty pout, nonetheless standing before him as he summons her chain leash to his hand.

"We're going on a field trip. You can teleport around this place easily enough, can't you? I assume you could take me with you, yes?"

"Yes Master, of course!"

"Good. So then, I want you to take me on a simple… excursion. Nothing too dramatic, nothing too big. I just want a small little adventure. Maybe see some of these dreamers, engage with another demon, and then come right back here. Got it?"

Kandy nods brightly, before pausing and looking him over, planting a finger on her lips in thought for a moment.

"Ah… that's no problem, Master… but you're not quite dressed for such an incursion, don't you think?"

Hm… no, no he was not. Stepping over to a rock face where his closet was supposed to be, he finds a door rising up from the ground with a mental command, revealing his wardrobe. Within are his normal clothes… along with some clothes from familiar settings. In the end, he can't help himself… of course he goes with the Darth Revan robes.

Sure, maybe it should have been Sidious he emulated given his past life, but he wasn't actually that old or that decrepit, so he didn't feel he could pull off simply black robes in quite the same way as the most successful Sith Lord in a thousand years. Instead, he dresses in the armor of Darth Revan, and when he places the mask over his face, he finds it fits him perfectly.

Turning to his pet, he looks at her and spreads his now-gloved hands wide.

"Well?"

Kandy whistles appreciatively, clearly enjoying the aesthetic quite a bit. That's good, he likes it too. His pet moves to stand in front of him and he makes sure her chain leash is tightly wrapped around his fist as she plants her hands on her hips.

"Don't focus on your surroundings or anything beyond us. Just follow me, Master, and I'll take you where you want to go~"

At that, she turns around and with a sway to her hips, begins taking steps forward. He follows after her, allowing the swaying of her hips, the shifting back and forth of her ass cheeks, and the pendulum swinging of her tail to distract him, making for a far more enticing sight then the world around them. Step after step with his eyes glued on that ass and the only sound being the clinking of the leash's chain links.

Intellectually, he recognizes there comes a point where they should have just walked straight off of the edge of his little rock. There were only so many steps before the abyss opened before them after all, and while he hadn't counted them out or anything, they've been walking for a good five minutes before Kandy suddenly stops and he runs into her backside.

With his tented erection poking into her butt, her tail wraps around his waist and his arms go around to cup her breasts, even as he looks up and regards the forest path they're now on. The trees on either side of the path are detailed for the first row or so, but quickly blur the more he tries to look past them, each successive row looking less and less distinct, less and less real.

Giving her a grope as a reward for a job well done so far, he then pushes Kandy forward and they continue on. As they walk down the path, the trees at random points seem to have twisted into attempting to mimic other objects, mostly wooden objects… though always quite poorly. There's a 'fence' of trees for instance that stretches the height of the normal trees. There's a tree that looks like it's supposed to be a stand of arrows. There was a furry boat of bent trees. Various furniture hangs from branches like over-ripened fruit, and some places it almost seems like the branches and roots have switched places.

Flying among the trees are what look to be these exceedingly bright lights. Stars, almost… or fairies? He honestly can't tell, and he doesn't bother having Kandy stop so they can find out. Maybe if they were friendlier, but every time he focuses his attention on them, they go into hiding, only to come out again when he looks away, like children trying to play hide and seek.

"They're wisps, Master."

He blinks at that, turning his attention back to her pet, who smiles at him over her shoulder before turning back and continuing to lead the way forward. Frowning, he clenches the chain and pulls her to a stop, deciding that he IS going to stop her for this after all.

"You said that this was a world of Spirits and Demons, with mortals visiting when they slept and dream. So… what exactly are those?"

She's smart enough not to answer with 'wisps' again, thankfully.

"Young, Master. They have not yet chosen what they will embody. Given time, given a choice, they will become more."

Furrowing his brow, he finds that brings another question to mind.

"They actually are children… how does that work, Kandy?"

"Not in the way you think, Master. Nothing will spawn from our union… unless you will it. Natural wisps are formed in stronger areas of the Fade… or are fragments of destroyed Spirits and Demons on their way to being reborn."

He hums again at that, processing it for a moment before nodding and pushing Kandy onward again. There are yells and roars up ahead long before they reach their ultimate destination. Messages of hate and rage over cruelties and indignities suffered repeat over and over again, until finally they come into view. Ahead of them, he can see a campsite complete with sleeping rolls, some small tents, and one large tent.

All of it surrounds quite the large campfire, though the campfire is not nearly as eye catching as the red humanoid slime being, seemingly made up of lava, that 'stands' in the center of it. As he and Kandy come to the edge of the camp, it turns to the ghostly reflections of the men sleeping around it, delivering its lines over and over again to each one, their faces twisting into grimaces and sneers.

From the things its saying, he quickly catches on that these are likely not very good men. Rape, murder, and worse flow from the lava-creature's 'lips' as it yells obscenities at them all, decrying them as the worst. Was it… was it acting as their guilty conscience? No, he understands better a moment later. The Rage Demon isn't decrying them for their actions, it's actually encouraging them to do more of what they have been doing, to drive them forward in their heinous deeds.

Perhaps the more these brigands raged across the countryside, growing in their anger and spreading their fury to their victims, the more powerful if became. They seemed to be bandits, if the litany of deeds it was attributing to them was to be believed. Thieves, brigands, rapists, killers. It was… provoking them while they slept then? Marginally interesting…

"It's a Rage Demon, Master. The weakest of those they name Demon."

He snorts, a little unimpressed by its existence. If this was a Rage Demon, and all it could do was rage impotently at sleeping bandits, inspiring the lowest of scum to commit cruelties of the basest sort… it wasn't much of a demon, was it? Weakest indeed. Still, if Kandy was going to talk smack, she better be prepared to back it up. Releasing the hold on her leash, he smirks when she looks at him for orders.

"Show me what you can do then."

A wicked smile spreads across the Desire Demon's lips, and then she's off, attacking immediately. The battle can't really be called one when it's so one-sided, in his personal opinion. She blasts the lava-creature with freezing blasts from a distance, and surging frost waves whenever she slides in close, before dancing away from it without taking a single scratch.The Rage Demon screeches and tries to fight back… key word there being try. It slows down with each freezing until its frozen solid, not having managed to respond with a single meaningful attack. Then, Kandy releases a scream that shatters it into a thousand shards, and he can't help himself as he snorts in amusement.

"Fatality."

His deadpanned declaration is followed by the bandits sleeping around the campfire going from grimacing and sneering in their unconscious states to looking almost… peaceful. And with that, he supposes their excursion is done. It's a little… meh, to say the least. Even if he did what he sought out to, explore a new area, learn a couple of new things, encounter a new demon… he wanted more. At least Kandy had proved herself useful beyond just being a bed warmer. Job well done, he supposed.

However, just as he's about to call her back to him via that chain leash, Kandy stiffens and looks to the largest tent, before practically prancing to his side.

"Master… one of my… sisters is in that tent over there. If you wanted to say hi."

-x-X-x-

Upon entering the tent, it's like they've stepped into another world, going from an outdoors bandit camp to a bedroom that looks like it belongs in some nobleman's manor. His second ever Desire Demon is currently disguised it seems, because the only two people in the bedroom are a screaming noblewoman being bent over and raped by a ghostly reflection of a big brute.

The big brute is obviously the sleeping bandit leader, one that looks like he fell out of the ugly tree and hit every single branch on the way down. He's busy insulting her with repeated lines just like the Rage Demon, even as he 'abuses' her incredibly pretty body. Of course, the moment the Desire Demon notices them, she screams and reaches out for them.

"G-Guards! Save me from this man!"

To his surprise, this draws the bandit leader's attention away from the rape and to him. He's not expecting that, maybe he thought the ghosts of the living mortals dreaming away in the Fade wouldn't be able to see him or something. Either way, the bandit leader snarls and pulls out of the disguised Desire Demon, getting off the bed and striding towards the two of them with murderous intent. As he does so, his armor and weapons appear upon his previously nude form, and his body almost seems to gain more presence, going from a ghostly reflection to something akin to a Star Wars hologram.

… He's not really in the mood to play games, so he snaps his fingers and flexes his powers, and the bandit leader goes poof as he's kicked out of his own dream and back into the land of the living. The disguised Desire Demon immediately goes from horrified, beleaguered noblewoman to pouting at him for his refusal to play along as she sits up on the bed, seemingly uncaring of the torn state of her clothes. But then, it's not like this is her real body, or she has any modesty to begin with.

"Really? You sent him away, just like that? If you didn't want to fight, you could have just left us be."

Sliding off the bed, she drops her illusion of raped noblewoman, giving him a clear view of her demonic form. It's much less impressive than Kandy's now though, after all of the changes he'd made to it. Though she is actually wearing something that just barely covers her breasts, a golden-chain bikini with the largest bits of it being gold coins that cover her nipples and areola.

The new Desire Demon takes one look at Kandy and scoffs at her, eyeing her up and down with a smirk and a sneer.

"Really dear, don't you think you're trying a bit hard? You must be rather weak, to require such measurements to entice mortals."

Kandy doesn't take that lying down though, sneering right back at her as the two get catty.

"I'm not the one who's so weak that I have to resort to feeding and playing with those that aren't even aware of what I truly am! You don't even make deals, do you? You just disguise yourself as a human so some brute will rape you and feed you that way!"

Of course, by the time Kandy's outburst is over, the new Desire Demon has noticed the collar around his pet's neck and the chain leading down the length wrapped around his fist. With a condescending tone, this new bitch smiles sweetly at Kandy.

"And how is that working out for you, darling?"

Without giving Kandy a chance to respond, she turns the full brunt of her focus onto him, grinning salaciously and licking her lips as she saunters up.

"Hello there, sweetling. This one seems to have let you think you were in control… perhaps we can have some fun with you topping her… and me topping you. I-AAIIIIIIEEEE!!!"

Frankly, he'd heard enough. With a wave of his hand, he sends the Desire Demon down to her knees as she screams and agony, clutching at his head. A little amused, he shrugs.

"Sorry, but I've already got Kandy, and while a harem would be fun, a harem composed only of Desire Demons would get boring fast. Since she's already filling the position of demon bitch, you'll have to fill a different position. So, let's see what we can do with you, shall we?"

What follows is a period of experimentation. This is much more fun then watching Kandy massacre that Rage Demon truth be told. Much more fun then 'saving' a bunch of bandits from their nightmares, as it were. This… this is working with his own two hands, or rather, his reality warping powers. This is bending the very will and being of the Desire Demon before him to HIS will, HIS desires.

She doesn't remain a Desire Demon for long. Like he said, he didn't need more of Kandy, not when he already had her. But… that didn't mean he couldn't use other sorts of pets. And given what he was wearing, maybe he had that old video game on the mind. Knights of the Old Republic… early on in the game, you face down a Rancor. Big hulking thing, and you have to get by it in order to sneak into the Black Vulkar's base for a swoop bike part.

But honestly, he didn't need something that big. No, what he was thinking of was something later in the game. When you got to the Star Forge, only to crash land on the planet below and have to fight your way to the Sith Temple. The forests there were covered in Mandalorians… and baby Rancors, much smaller version of the creatures, only about three to four times as big as a human, if he recalled correctly.

In the end, it didn't matter if he was remembering correctly, what mattered was what he was remembering. Wrong or right, it was his mental image that this new Desire Demon ultimately turned into, shedding her old existence as one of Kandy's kin and becoming a baby Rancor, right before his and his pet's eyes. It takes some time, but in the end, he manages it all the same, reshaping the very nature of the bitch's existence into a creature from a Galaxy Far Far Away that only listened to him, that only obeyed HIS orders.

When he's done, there's not a trace of the gorgeous female demon left. In her place is an admittedly monstrous and grotesque monster, with slavering jaws and rows of sharp teeth, and some very, VERY sharp claws. That's okay though, he's not looking to fuck the thing, that's what he has Kandy for. But… walking back out of the bandit camp with Kandy and his new pet Rancor in tow, he gives them some space and then gives himself a bit of juice to do a Force-assisted leap up onto the smaller Rancor's back.

With a tug of Kandy's chain, he brings her up as well, the both of them finding a saddle beneath them to make the ride as comfortable as possible. Kandy ends up sitting in front, and he wraps his arms around her, playing with her delicious body, even as he hums for a moment in consideration of just what he wants to do next. He has his succubus, even if she's not a succubus, and he has his Rancor, who is most definitely a Rancor.

The entirety of the Fade is open to him… but his knowledge was still fairly lacking. He would need to rectify that.

Off to QQ~!