The heroic paladin Karla goes through changes… a different set of changes. A sequel to Technically Good.
guest story by zyzzyva
tags: corruption, demon, heroic azuras, karla & lucia, nsfw
art by Auri
“Arrrrrrrrrrrah!” shouted Karla, and took one last desperate two-handed stroke with her sword. It hit the creature’s neck and sliced through like it was nothing. Hot black ichor splattered everywhere, sizzling as it struck the paladin’s armour. The head flew off and hit the ground near where Lucia was frantically trying to marshal enough magical strength for one last firebolt. Even as they watched, the malevolent yellow glow went out of its eyes.
“Oh, thank Phar,” moaned Lucia, slumping down exhausted. “Are you OK, Karla?”
“Yeah,” said Karla, leaning on her sword and breathing heavily. “Man, that was a tough one.” She walked wobblily over to Lucia and helped her up, then they began to stagger together back to their campsite.
“Are you sure you’re ok? Look at your armour!” said Lucia, suddenly. Dozens of tiny pits scored the front of Karla’s breastplate where the ichor had touched it.
Karla rubbed her face and looked down at her hand: it was clean. “Yeah, I’m good. I thought I felt some splash on me but it must have been my imagination. I’m just fine.”
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Karla and Lucia were having their usual post-triumph-of-good fuck in the camp. Lucia was still pretty drained, but Karla was bouncing back fast. (She usually does, thought Lucia, amused and affectionate.) So Lucia was on the bottom, lying on the bedroll and not moving too much, except her tail making a few lazy rubs up and down Karla’s thighs, while Karla was on top, putting in most of the effort in pounding Lucia with the double-ended dildo. Karla didn’t complain, of course – she was always game, when it came to sex – and judging by her breathy grunting as she worked, she wasn’t exactly suffering either.
Lucia lay back and enjoyed it. The sight of Karla’s face, blissed out but intent, like every time, on giving Lucia the fucking of her life. Her big firm tits, bouncing up and down on her muscular torso as she rode Lucia; the way her tight abs flexed and rippled as her hips rocked. Her long, strong hands grabbing and squeezing Lucia’s own tits. And of course her fake cock, pounding into Lucia’s needy pussy and stroking her clit.
Clit? Lucia snapped her head up and tried, through the combat-exhaustion and the waves of driving pleasure, to figure out what was going on. The lovely rubbery red of the dildo was familiar. The soft flesh-toned tentacle sipping around Karla’s leg down to Lucia’s throbbing sensitive clit was not. It was not as narrow and spead-headed as Lucia’s lovely demon’s tail, but a tail it unmistakably was, coming from behind Karla’s rocking hips.
“Stop!” shouted Lucia in horror.
Karla stopped immediately. “What’s wrong?” she asked, and then, in a most un-Karla-like way, “It’s a pity to stop now, I was having sooo much fun.”
“Your body’s changing,” panted Lucia, horrified. “You’ve got a tail. Something’s going wrong with you.”
“Huh,” said Karla, standing up over Lucia. Her new tail flexed around into her hand and she stroked it. “That is a tail. Nice and sensitive, too.”
“It’s something to do with the creature, it has to be. A death curse or – the ichor! It splattered on you and now it’s changing your body! We need help now.”
“We could get help,” agreed Karla. Her hand was still gently stroking her thick tail, like she was masturbating a cock. “But it does feel nice. And it’s not like you haven’t changed my body before.”
“What?” said Lucia, taken aback by the sudden change in topic. “This has nothing to do with… that, we need to find a cleric or another paladin and reverse this.” She stood up.
“Yeah,” said Karla. “It’s probably a curse. But those usually feel bad. This feels reaaaaal good.” She slid her new appendage into her pussy and started pumping it in and out. “And that’s a good thing too, because you were a fucking little tease and stopped me fucking you before I got off.”
Karla was the most consent-minded person Lucia had ever met, or could even reasonably imagine. “Oh, fuck,” she mumbled, “it’s changing your mind too.” She started, sluggishly, trying to think of a binding spell.
Whatever was in Karla was giving her strength far beyond the tired Lucia, though. She was on her within moments, and pinned her bodily against a tree. “What the fuck do you care?” Karla asked, with a smirk. “It’s not like you didn’t change my mind, too.”
Lucia’s eyes went wide and she whimpered a little bit. As she watched, Karla’s irises started to glow the same malevolent gold as the monster’s had. “Please,” she begged. “This isn’t you.”
“The me you made, you mean,” purred Karla, stepping back a little. “You wanted a perfect lover so you made one.” She ran one hand up and down her body as she spoke. The other hand slid up Lucia’s body to her neck, stroked her jawline, then grabbed, hard, and Karla lifted her, slowly, cruelly. Lucia’s feet kicked helplessly a few inches off the ground.
“Please,” she said. “It was an accident.”
“Right,” sneered Karla. “An accident.” As her lip curled contemptuously back, Lucia could see her teeth sharpening. “Just a coincidence that you made me, the hottest woman imaginable, but so wholesome and generous that I’d fulfill all your sexual needs without complaint. You selfish little slut.”
“No,” whispered Lucia. A pricking on her neck. As she glanced down at Karla’s other hand, still playing with her nipples, she could see its nails lengthening, becoming sharp and ichor-black.
“Yes,” said Karla. “It’s ok, though. It’s just my turn to be selfish. I’m going to do what I like with my body, now. And with your body. Turnabout is fair play, right?” Her free hand moved from her own breast to Lucia’s, and began teasingly circling and pinching a nipple.
“I didn’t mean to – I didn’t want -”
“I know what you want,” said Karla. Her tongue licked out, endlessly long and thick and the same shiny corruption-black as her nails and the sharp new spike piercings ripping out of the skin of her ears and nipples. The tongue slid up and down Lucia’s cheek while she whimpered, and then snapped fast as a whip back into her mouth as she continued speaking. “Every thing you’ve ever wanted, you’ve told me, and I’ve fulfilled. You horny little whore. What you want, what you want, what you want.”
Lucia watched as horns began to push out of Karla’s head, not warm keratin brown like a demon’s but that same foul black. They were huge, curving up and back like a horrible halo or a crown, and much much bigger than Lucia’s. She almost giggled, that she was thinking about that at such a horrible moment as this.
Karla was still talking, a low sultry purr of contempt. “I’ve given you want you want. It’s time for me to give you what you need. And what you need is someone to take your greedy little body and your slutty little mind firmly in hand -” a quick, hard squeeze of Lucia’s throat “- and use you for their pleasure. Aren’t you so lucky you’ve got me?”
Lucia didn’t even respond. Karla’s tail was back inside her, and her other hand was still stroking her tits, and the hand at her neck was so powerful, so controlling. Karla’s eyes, cruel and contemptuous in a way that she had never imagined Karla could be, bored into her.
“So let me tell you what I’m going to do,” said Karla. She drew one sharp nail cross the upper slope of her breasts. Thick black ichor beaded there. “I’m going to do to you what you did to me. I’m going to take control of you, body and mind.” The black fluid abruptly leapt off of her, into her cupped hand. Her skin was left smooth and perfect and unmarked. “I’m going to remake your body, and I’m going to remake your mind. To my tastes.” In her hand, the surface of the little pool trembled like it was alive. “Do you have anything to say to that?”
Lucia didn’t answer. Her body was on fire under Karla’s ministrations, and her attention was fixed on the tiny—but, she could imagine, irresistible—dose of corruption held out before her. Karla wasn’t going to smear it on her, or force it into her, she suddenly realized. Karla was going to make her drink it down, herself.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what?” asked Karla, but with a cruel smile that said she already knew.
“Please… make me like you. Make me yours,” said Lucia.
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“Please,” begged the villager. “Please – don’t—”
Lucia stepped on the villager’s chest. Her boot, slick and black and high-heeled, pressed down cruelly. The boots matched her glossy black underbust corset and her black fingerless gloves; a tight black choker with the word “KARLA’S” on it in infernal completed her look.
“Please don’t what?” taunted Lucia. “Please don’t stop? Oh, don’t worry, my little fucktoy, you know I won’t stop.” Her tail, still cutely spade-shaped but now razor sharp, hovered over her prey’s face. As fear and desire warred in the villager’s eyes, a single drop of corruptive ichor beaded at the tip like a stinger.
“Lucia? Lucia?” Karla said.
“What?” said Lucia. Karla sounded worried, which was terribly out of character for her corrupt mistress.
“Lucia?” Everything was suddenly very bright. “Oh thank the heavens, you’re coming back to us.”
Lucia squinted in confusion. Karla was in front of her—above her?—but her eyes were clear and brown and her face was smiling gently.
“You’ve been unconscious for days!” said Karla, worriedly. “The clerics here had to purge the poison over and over to get it all!”
“Poison…” mumbled Lucia. “You were the one who was splashed by the ichor!”
“A little,” said Karla, “but you were the one who got the big jet of it on your arm. The herbalist said it’s a powerfully hallucinogenic toxin, and your demonic blood seemed to be having an unusual amount of trouble fighting it off on its own.”
“Oh,” said Lucia, suddenly feeling very embarrassed. “Well, thank the clerics for me, then. I think that was… kind of my fault.” Karla looked confused. Lucia sighed. “I’ll explain once I’ve been fed, I haven’t eaten in days, apparently, and I’m really hungry. And, I… also have some ideas for the next time we have sex.” She winked up at Karla, and Karla—stupid, generous, wonderful Karla—nodded, and smiled, and winked back.
Author’s note: I wrote this on a whim, as a gift for Devi in which I tried to cram in as many things they liked as possible. (Also, one or two things to appeal to myself—try to guess which they are!) I used their OCs from Technically Good, but Devi enjoyed it so much, both for the sex and for the depiction of Lucia’s conflicted feelings about Karla, that they canonized the story on the spot. So now you, the reading public, get to see it as well!