Party Wipe

The rest of her protest died when she beheld her friend. Alyx's armor and robe were gone, her naked body coated in streaks of glistening slime. Her hair fell in wild tassels around her wide, blank eyes, all traces of fury replaced by an air-headed grin.

"It's okay Claire," the former warrior giggled, even as Claire fought like the devil beneath her. "Master is coming. He's gonna make you feel sooo good."

Claire felt a damp patch on her robe where Alyx's crotch rested, as if the thought of converting her friends filled the fighter with irresistible lust. Even as the realization revolted the mage, she shifted her leg upwards, rubbing it against her captor's dripping snatch.

Alyx let out a surprised gasp, her grip on Claire loosening ever-so-slightly. But it was enough. The mage brought her staff around, ready to dispense a sleeping spell at point blank range.

She was too slow. Alyx quickly adjusted, ducking under the weapon and snatching it from Claire's hands.

"Bad girl!" the brainwashed warrior chided, chucking the staff far away. "You're gonna make Master—oof!"

Claire's kick connected with Alyx's gut, knocking her back and allowing the mage to scramble free. But she didn't even get five paces before the Wystral cut off her path to escape, its glowing eyes finding hers.

Claire skidded to a stop, forcing herself to look away. In that instant, Alyx was upon her. She kicked the back of Claire's legs, forcing her to her knees and wrapping a powerful arm around her torso. Before the mage could even start to squirm, Alyx's free hand found her face, wrenching it towards the approaching demon.

Claire shut her eyes tight. Even as she felt the creature draw near, even as its power thundered against her mental defenses, she wouldn't give an inch. She would never...

A slick tendril probed the edges of her eyelid, forcing it open a crack.

That was all it took.

The colors that Claire had glimpsed before came swirling back, this time with even greater force. Her eyes slid open and widened, hungry to devour the dazzling display. It completely filled her vision, the rest of the world vanishing beyond its endless spiral.

It was so...pretty...

Claire bit her tongue, the pain briefly allowing her to close her eyes. Yet even then, the colors remained, and it wasn't long before she found herself staring again, her thoughts slowing, stretching into putty as the Wystral pulled them from her mind.

"You're...not going to win..." the mage protested. A spark of strength returned as defiance flared. Talking helped. It kept her from drifting off. "Even at your full power I'm...still holding on."

"It's okay, Claire," Alyx cooed, pressing her naked breasts against Claire's back. "Just give in. It feels amazing. Really. You'll wonder why we ever wanted to hurt Master in the first place."

A tendril worked its way under Claire's robe, sliding up her leg. It was surprisingly warm, and wet. The mage shuddered as it coiled around her soft flesh. "I've spent...my whole life training for this moment..." she hissed. "I...am stronger than you. I...am smarter than you. I...outrank you in every way."

Hatred and rage churned in her stomach, honing her focus. The colors slowed their hypnotic dance, allowing the mage to draw on the wards in her clothing, bolstering her defenses. The pressure on her brain eased.

Then the tendril slipped between her legs, teasing the subtle crease in her panties. Claire stiffened, her mind going blank with shock. In that moment, a sliver of the Wystral's power slipped into her brain.

And she gasped as a wave of arousal raced through her. Her thighs instinctively clenched around the invader. Her hips churned, grinding gently against its touch.

What was wrong with her? She should be repulsed with horror and yet...yet...

Crash. A potion flask shattered next to Claire's quivering knees. A blast of thick, acrid smoke filled the air and invaded her lungs. She felt Alyx release her as fits of coughing overtook them both. The mage's eyes stung and watered, the entrancing colors of the Wystral fading with each blink. The monster's mental and physical reach receded, allowing Claire to clumsily crawl away. Until a pair of thin arms scooped her up, helping her to her feet before shepherding her though the haze.

Disoriented as she was, Claire instantly recognized her savior: Valerie had come to the rescue once again.

"By Gloria, you never listen do you?" the Ranger hissed as she pulled Claire behind a pillar.

"I-I'm sorry..." Claire whispered, falling on all fours and sucking greedy gulps of untainted air. "I thought...I could save...Alyx..."

"We still can." Valerie retrieved another smoke bomb from her pouch. "But not today. We have to retreat and send for backup."

"But...what if it moves on?" Claire struggled to her feet. "What if it takes months to find it again? Or years?"

"Better take that risk than roll the dice here." The ranger tossed the potion, creating a fresh blanket of smog towards the exit. "If the monster decides to use Alyx as shield, there's not much we can do without your staff."

"B-but..." Claire's head was spinning. It didn't make any sense. At their levels, they should be putting up a better fight than this. Why was this happening?

And why was she still wet?

"Found you!" Alyx cried, charging from their flank.

Before Claire could react, Valerie slid in front of her, blocking the fighter. "Run!" the ranger cried as they grappled. "I'll hold them off!"

Claire fled towards the fresh blanket of smoke, holding her breath as she dashed back up the slope towards the cavern entrance. She charged blindly through the winding tunnels, fueled by pure panic and desperation. She cursed herself for not listening to Alyx. Cursed the fighter for valuing her pride over the truth. And most of all, she cursed the Apostles of Gloria and their stupid logbooks. What good was their leveling system if it could be so easily duped? How could such an ancient, refined enchantment be rendered useless by a weak, fledgling demon?

Claire's legs wobbled. Her mental and physical stress were immense, and her low endurance stat couldn't compensate. She slowed her retreat, resting a hand against the tunnel wall as she caught her breath.

The gems glowed as her fingers touched them.

Claire snapped her hand back, an awful realization dawning on her. These weren't simple gemstones: they were magus crystals. Unrefined, but still capable of storing magic energy.

Suddenly, it all became clear: the reason why the Wystral had taken up residence here, and how it was outperforming its own threat level. The creature had been storing its magic in these crystals, creating a reserve of power long before the Apostles' hunt had even begun. As soon as the demon had sensed danger drawing near, it had probably used this untapped energy to supercharge its abilities, allowing it to manipulate Alyx from afar, and almost break through even Claire's defenses.

To make matters worse, this cave was overflowing with these dangerous gems. If Claire left now, not only would she be abandoning her friends to the monster, but by the time her backup arrived...who knew how much more powerful the Wystral would become? Left unchecked, it could easily siphon off additional energy from its new slaves, creating an arsenal so mighty, that not even the Grand Mage of Gloria would stand a chance.

Claire couldn't let that happen. She had to end this tonight.

With shaking fingers, she grasped her necklace, yanking the crystal pendant free. Even though it looked like an ordinary gemstone, the spell it contained was anything but. It was a gift from her teacher: a powerful, explosive enchantment, further refined by Claire over the years. She could only detonate it once, and it was possible the blast would take her out as well as the Wystral. But it was the only way she could save her party. And, possibly, the region.

Gritting her teeth, Claire summoned the last of her magic energy, pouring it into the spell. The pendant glowed white hot, filling the tunnel with light as she marched back the way she came, tracing the Wystral's psychic signature to its source.

When she reached it, the sight she beheld caused her chest to tighten.

Valerie had joined Alyx below the swaying demon, both women naked and on their knees. Their eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling, their drooling lips panting with lust as the Wystral's tendrils slithered over their bodies. One tentacle wound around Valerie's neck and hooked the inside of her cheek, prompting the once-proud ranger to wrap her lips around its tip and gratefully suck. Her eyelids fluttered in ecstasy.

It was a revolting sight. And yet, the part of Claire that the Wystral had touched twinged with envy. She fought the feeling away, and raised her voice as she descended the slope.

"Enough!" she bellowed. "Release my friends this instant!"

To her satisfaction, the Wystral turned to face her, its tendrils withdrawing and allowing its thralls to stand. Claire's former allies stepped toward her in unison, Valerie still licking the last of her Master's juices from her lips.

"Glad you could join us, Claire," the svelte ranger purred, running her hands over her soft, puffy nipples. "I was worried you would miss out on the fun."

"Don't be stupid," the mage sneered. "If you think I'll fold as easily as you, than you're more pathetic than I thought." It was a cruel sentiment, but one she hoped would provoke an attack. If she didn't create some distance between the Wystral and her friends, the blast from her spell could kill them too.

To her chagrin, Valerie just laughed. "Oh Claire. I remember when I thought exactly as you do."

"Serving Master isn't pathetic," Alyx added, her hips swaying as she continued her steady advance. "It's our destiny."

"It's everyone's destiny," Valerie echoed. "And what could be more pathetic than fighting the inevitable?"

There. Claire saw the opening. Valerie's legs flexed slightly as she prepared to charge. Claire quickly stepped to the side and then dashed forward, zig-zagging in between the lunging ranger and her companion. The mage twisted as she passed, just barely dodging the grasps of her former friends.

With a burst of desperate energy, Claire charged towards the demon. One of its tendrils lashed onto her arm, but she didn't resist its pull. She used it to increase her speed, gripping the tentacle tight as she closed the distance with one great leap. Her other hand shot out towards her target, the pendant glowing in her grasp. As soon as it touched the Wystral, she would detonate the spell, and vaporize them both in a blaze of glory.

The tendril around her wrist went slack. The demon's psychic pressure vanished. It was as though the creature realized what was coming, and was recoiling with fear.

Good, Claire thought. If it was up to her, it would die screaming.

The pendant skimmed the swirling shadows. Claire closed her eyes, ready to trigger the spell that would end it all.

The dampness between her thighs twitched. A miniscule distraction.

But she hesitated.

Alyx's hand clasped around Claire's, the pendant vanishing in the fighter's mammoth palm. The mage looked up at her former ally, eyes wide with shock and dismay.

"You don't want to do this, Claire," Alyx stated. Then she tore the pendant free and smashed it against a stone pillar.

"No!" Claire shouted, lunging for the ruined crystal. Magic energy leaked freely from its cracked surface, the glow in its center already fading. If Claire could just recover some of that power, maybe she could still...

The Wystral's tendrils wrapped around her arms, pulling her off her feet as two additional tentacles grasped her legs. She tried to wrench free, but could only manage to pathetically squirm as the demon lifted her off the ground, carrying her away from the now-useless crystal. The mage shut her eyes tight. Bracing for the inevitable psychic attack.

But it didn't come. The Wystral's power remained at a low thrum.

A gentle hand caressed Claire's cheek. She opened her eyes, confused, to see Valerie staring back at her. The ranger's formerly brilliant gaze had been dulled, her pupils of sharp ice transformed into docile lakes of blue. Yet there was no denying the excitement in her expression as she held a gleaming knife aloft.

"Don't worry, Claire," she said. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Just need to get you ready for Master."

Before Claire could muster a response, Valerie zipped the blade across the mage's robes, dissembling her clothing in the blink of an eye. Claire could feel the Wystral's grip tighten, the creature clearly aroused by the sight of her garments crumpling to the ground, leaving her completely exposed. She tried to squirm away, tried to somehow get out of sight. All that did was cause her breasts to bounce and her slick thighs to clap, eliciting a giggle from Valerie.

"Somebody's eager," she murmured, wrapping her arms around Claire's torso. The mage stiffened as the ranger's deft fingers found her chest, squeezing her tits before tweaking and teasing her nipples. Despite herself, a tiny whimper escaped Claire's lips.

"You should be happy, Claire," Alyx said, sauntering over to join the group. "Master has something extra special planned for you."

"Wh-what do you mean?" the mage panted, watching as the fighter bent over and rummaged through her slashed clothing.

"You'll see," Valerie murmured, nibbling gently on her neck. "Master wants to make sure you're awake for this."

Awake? Was that why the Wystral hadn't entranced Claire like before? Her pulse quickened. She hazarded a glance toward the demon. At the base of its body, two large tendrils were extending. Even through the swirling shadow, Claire could tell they were different from the rest. Thicker. More muscular. They seemed to pulse slightly as they reached towards her, drops of pure, inky blackness dripping from their tips.

Claire bit her lip, her entire body trembling. Yet even as she wished to flee, her traitorous cunt watered in anticipation. When her hips shifted forward and her legs spread wide, for a moment she was unable to tell if it was her doing or the demon's.

"Aha, found it!" Alyx announced, holding Claire's logbook high. "I knew she never fought without it."

"How cute." Valerie smirked, her fingers gliding over Claire's helpless, shivering body. "She probably couldn't wait to see her level rise. Isn't that right?"

"P-please..." the mage begged, her voice meek and small as the tendrils slithered closer. "D-don't..." One of them coiled around her torso, snaking between her breasts and drifting just below her chin.

Alyx smiled. "It's too late for that," she said, holding the open book in front of Claire's eyes. "Now tell me: what do you see?"

Claire squinted at the page. Her own profile hovered before her, a testament to all the hard work she had suffered and all the dangers she had braved to come to this point.

"I..." hot tears of humiliation stung her eyes as she struggled to answer. "I...I see..."

The tendril shot up to her face, sliding effortlessly between her open lips. She recoiled with a muffled cry, but it was no use. The tentacle was pulsing down her throat, filling her mouth completely. She couldn't escape. Couldn't even bite down. Her tongue scraped uselessly at the undulating appendage, a warm, sticky substance coating her mouth. It was bitter and sour, and yet...there was also faint sweetness to it. And the more she tasted, the less unpleasant it became.

"That's a good girl," Valerie purred. "Just let Master take control. You'll feel better when you do."

Claire could only muster a moan in reply, her useless lips slurping loudly as the Wystral plunged deeper inside her. Her head was growing fuzzy, the taste and smell of the demon overpowering her senses. If only she could fight it. If only she could just...muster the energy to...

She felt a thrumming heat glance across her open legs. And before she could react, the second tendril slipped inside her.

Claire squirmed, bucking uselessly against the demon's grasp. But it was no use: the more she fought, the deeper the tentacle went. It vibrated inside her, expanding to fill every inch of her dribbling cunt, stirring sensations she had never felt before. Heat blossomed beneath her flesh. Her muscles tensed with excitement. Pleasure flooded her mind, drowning her thoughts in delirious bliss. It shouldn't have felt so good. And yet, she couldn't stop the arousal from building, couldn't resist the arcs of ecstasy coursing through her, until...

With a choked scream, she felt herself cum. Her vision went blurry, every nerve inside her exploding with joy. She couldn't think. Couldn't move. Her body shuddered limply in the Wystral's grasp, completely at the mercy of the pleasure it was pumping into her. When she was finally able to lift her head again, drool dripping from her overstuffed mouth, she found Alyx grinning at her.

"I'm jealous," the fighter said. "Master won't do the same for us. He says we gotta keep our strength."

Keep...strength? Claire blinked, clearing her vision enough to see the log book still open before her eyes. What she read there caused her heart to sink.

Her level had gone down. By two whole ranks. The Wystral wasn't just fucking her. It was draining her. Remaking her. Into...into...

Claire thrashed with renewed desperation, trying with all her might to escape the Wystral's clutches. But already she could feel its effect on her body. Her strength had waned. She could barely even shake her fists before the demon's grip on her tightened, a fresh wave of horrible, delightful liquid splashing inside of her. Another tidal wave of bliss crashed through her brain, and the tendrils in her cunt and throat started pulsing again, fucking her from both sides before she even had the chance to recover.

She tried to fight it. Tried to stymie the pleasure that was filling her body. But the more she resisted, the greater the release when yet another orgasm rocked her senses. Even without looking, she could tell she had lost three more levels at least. She felt softer. Weaker. But the Wystral wouldn't stop. Even as her pussy twitched and gushed.

It was a hopeless, never-ending cycle of degradation and exhilaration. The more she tried not to cum, the more disgust and shame she felt, the more those feelings became linked to her arousal. With every glorious release, with every mind-blanking burst of ecstasy, her will became weaker. Her endurance plummeted. Her intelligence waned. Before long, fighting back became mere fantasy, a notion she entertained so that when she broke and came again, the humiliation would only deepen her carnal delight.

The tendrils around her legs loosened, dropping Claire to her knees. The tentacles around her wrists remained, and she was grateful for them, her weak, useless body barely able to keep itself upright without their support. She moved only with the Wystral's whims, its ravishing touch playing her like an instrument, her own moans and whimpers like distant music in her ears. Her giddy, mushy mind drifted in and out of the sensations, as though she were floating in a wonderful dream. She was dimly aware of the other two women locked in an embrace nearby, Valerie desperately fingering Alyx as she stared into Claire's eyes, her panting lips curving into a smile.

Claire smiled back. She didn't know why. She didn't care anymore. Her tired gaze lowered, and spied the logbook open on the ground nearby. She could barely make head or tails of what she saw anymore, but she did recognize the big number below her name.

1.

She stiffened, whimpering as the Wystral withdrew from her body. The former mage collapsed on her side, her body still twitching, drool and demonic residue spilling from her agape mouth onto the ground. She was empty. Lost. Devoid of any sensations but the echo of the Wystral's touch.