Azifrec Mol is the rpg character of RozenFire, the commissioner who asked me to work on her. I hope you will enjoy to see her change as she goes through many adventures.

Azifrec Mol is a powerful warrior, born from an imperialistic culture. In her early womanhood she was a great mercenary, content by a life of violence and conflict. “Might is right” was her philosophy and gold her reward. However the intoxication of success and fame blinded her and she didn’t saw the shadows moving in her back. One day this lack of wisdom unfolded in betrayal, and Azifrec was left for dead in the mountains.

She could have been one of the many violent fools to die in anonymity but fate had a different story written for her. Before the cold of the mountain could claim her life, Azifrec was saved by monks and found tutelage under an angelic monastery. There she healed and learned discipline of mind and body. Feeling death clawing at her and then the warmth of the monks marked her soul : she became a devot of Atol, angel of mercy and martial readiness and never take intelligent lives again.

She fights now with measured strikes of her mighty hammer, laying low all who would bring injustice to the world.



After a long battle against a powerful cultist of Hiln, a necromancer that terrorized local farmers and villagers, Azifrec found herself poisoned by the fiend’s last attempt at hurting her. Exhausted by the fight, isolated in the forest she had no way to stop the spread of the rot. The Necromancer used some sort of necrotic poison, condemning her to see her body fall into pieces in a gruesome and painful manner …

However a small voice attracted her attention, seemingly coming from a small leather bag of the dead cultist.

In it, she found a chest-piece unceremoniously wrapped into dirty cloth. The peculiar piece of metal barely holding itself together and marked by time. Visibly not an object that the cultist was taking great care of. Azifrec felt the poison pushing, the illness spreading. She probably had a weird hallucination as a side effect. She touched the rugged metal “Soon I will be in a worst state that you …”

At her surprise, the metal spoke : “Oh noble warrior, I am Baal,  a weak spirit in a worn out piece of metal. I could only hope to finally fall into pieces and wither away. But you came and ended my tormentor. I may have enough power left to heal your wounds. If you wish so, put me on and we may live another day…”

She understood the strange shape of the armor: a “mimic” , living metal imbued by an ethereal spirit. She already worn one of these in the past, that ended with the mimic creating a doppelganger of herself she had to track for many weeks. A lively experience to say the least.

“I barely know the light of the sun and have never been worn. Warrior, I yearn for the heat of a body…” The armor’s voice was but a whimper, weak and sad. But it had a soft tone, almost charming, “… if we have to die can you let me feel your life just this once ?”

Too tired to travel in the forest, Azifrec accepted. There was after all a slim chance of survival and if the armor failed, well, she would have some company before the end…

It was harder to move for the poisoned warrior, her muscled were sore, her joints painful, cold sweat running down her spine. At some places the necrotic poison had started eating at her skin, the smell was awful. At first the armor was cold, but quickly it warmed up, Azifrec felt its shape subtly changing and espousing her figure.

“Finally…” spoke the armor, “ I can taste skin, feel the soft heat of your life. Thank you noble warrior for offering your figure to me… I can feel the years of efforts and discipline in your flesh, strong, pulsatile womanhood…”
Mimic armors were always strange creatures obsessed by the body of their wearer. But this one had a different tone, warmer and delicate in speech. Its texture was getting surprisingly soft too.

Azifrec spoke to the armor, weird compliments from a mimic about her rotting body was not a priority, it was getting hard to stand, “Well at least you are comfortable, what now ?”,
“I only aim to bring you comfort. My name is Baal. I can be a conduit and infuse your flesh with ethereal energies. My soul is of service, I will only offer and follow your choices Wearer. If you accept my Marks, I will apply them and they will heal you…”
– “What is the price for that power ?” Azifrec replied, too aware of the tricky nature these deals can take,
– “The marks will move your flesh, reshape to accommodate . The more marks the more powers you will have and the stronger we both become. Marks are symbols of life, fire to push the shadows of death away.”
Azifrec laughed at the imaged language of the mimic “Start by curing the rot. And these “marks”, can I remove them ?”
– “Marks are a sign of ethereal infusion, they are permanent. You will keep the choice to wear me or not but the powers given to you will remain…”
– “Uh ! Comfortable and generous- ” Azifrec tripped, her legs suddenly weakening, “Well it is time to see what those marks are about…”

Oh wearer, here are my gifts, choose one… “


Breasts + 3 / Nipples +1 / Lactation +3

Ethereal energies flows in the chest of the marked, making her breasts full and rich. The milk becomes magical, doesn’t rot and can heal some wounds and illnesses, however it is required to milk them daily as they will fill and sore. Feeding becomes a very pleasant action…


Breasts + 2 / Lactation +2 / Lower Body +2

The body of the marked gains a maternal aura, soft and comfortable. Inspiring others to seek care and inspiring the marked one to give softness and warmth…


Mouth, Breasts, Nipples, Lust, Pheromones +1 / Lower Body +2

The marked is infused by bestial powers, gains strength and resilience, however every seven day the Beast gets out and all affected traits by this mark become +3.

“Aknowledged” as Baal finished his sentence, Azifrec was surprised by a stinging sensations in her back. A tattoo emerged on her skin, not bigger than a small hand. During a few minutes nothing happened, the hero still felt as ill as one can be, weak and with an unpleasant mix of cold and hot. Progressively she felt Baal tightening and loosening on her. From the outside the armor seemed inert but the inside was getting active. A pleasant sensation was growing around her chest and spreading to the rest of her body. 

“It’s working !” Azifrec saw her skin recompose within minutes and the stench of rot dissipating, the poison of decay was pushed outside of her, purified by the ethereal flow that was passing through Baal. 
– “The Mark of the Beast will give you strength and resilience …” His voice was low and weak, “… I apologize , Wearer, I am tired, it is the first time I ever Marked a body and I was already weak… harder to speak…” Baal’s voice was withering away,
– “You saved my life, I won’t blame you for being tired. And I am Azifrec Mol by the way. I am glad the gods made us meet ! I thought I was a goner th- Ah !” Azifrec was surprised by a sudden sting in her chest. At first it was localized in the middle of her breast, but spread to her entire chest. The pleasant sensations that accompanied her healing were not going away either, in fact they were building up, shifting from a soft sensation of internal warmth to a burning desire. Her head started spinning as her senses developed, the beast was awakening. “Oh what is …” Colors were becoming brighter, her skin feeling the changes of heat and subtle air flows more accurately. First the flow of energy in her body was pushing it to grow stronger, and more enduring. She was feeling sore but in a pleasant way, like after a successful and intense training session. This was to be expected but the second part was something she hasn’t foreseen : the Beast’s Mark was awakening her fertile female nature.

“Baal ? What is happening – Oh!” Her breasts grew right under her eyes, she saw them swell, the ethereal energies transforming into matter and soon they were barely contained by the caps of the armor and swang down. Azifrec’s heart was pumping harder and faster, giving more blood to the growing orbs of flesh, and she felt them push down in unison with her heartbeats.
– “Baal ?!”
– “… too tired…sorry…to get the beast’s blessing it needs to be satisfied every starting day of the week…”, the exhausted armor’s voice was so faint that a normal ear wouldn’t have heard it but Azifrec’s were now so sensible that she was hearing the smallest sounds around her. She was a bit relief to understand the temporary nature of the changes, but it didn’t made them less overwhelming. Azifrec felt another sting as the Mark kept infusing her with energy, the beast pushing inside and reshaping her so she would be more attractive and desirable. Things were changing on her face and in her mouth, lips and tongue swelling too, teeth pushing. Blood vessels multiplied to satisfy the need for more energy making her skin redder.

The Beast’s hornyness was very clear now “I am turning into an animal in heat !”, Azifrec whispered as her mind flowed with naughty desires and images, reopening memories of decadence and old fantasies she had forgotten. Hopefully she was trained in meditation and knew how to control her desires, another would have been greatly affected by these waves of lust and would have probably lost control. She had never been hornier in her life !  Azifrec was squirming and moaning as the sexual tension grew, passing her hands on her sensitive skin that was begging to be touched, fondled, slapped, penetrat– She had to retake control of her thoughts as they were constantly steering towards the desire to breed. She was batting internally, trying to calm down. The Beast was strong but so was she ! And progressively she got used to the feelings of her bigger body, enhanced senses and bestial sexual instincts that were infusing her mind. 

It seemed as if things would be ok but the Beast made a final push : as Azifrec was laboriously regaining composure the tip of her breast threw her off. A powerful surge of sensations were coming from her nipples, “By the gods !” she whispered as the two tips inflated too. Her areolas, originally pretty modest, became ridiculously big and puffed out profusely from her swollen breasts. She knew she had to let the transformation take its course and focused her mind so she wouldn’t jump on the closest phallic object to rub her groin on like a horny animal. Her nipples, more sensitive with the Beast’s influence were compressed by the mass of the nipples now covering them. This pressure was maddening for Azifrec who tried to massage her breasts in a vain attempt to calm her mammaries but that just enhanced her arousal. Thick juice was pouring from her lady parts and sliding along her inner thighs, she was as wet as she could possibly be. 

In a final sign of internal defiance, her nipples pushed forward to free themselves of their meaty soft prison. Gaining size and length they finally peaked out,  proudly pointing forward. Azifrec looked at them, they were further than the caps of her chest plate that weren’t capable of hiding much. In a vain attempt to accommodate, Baal had tried to grow but was too weak to change its shape, leaving Azifrec’s chest deliciously exposed to the wind that her gigantic nipples were happy to sense with great detail. She caressed her right nipple with her long nails, it felt amazing, the sensations were powerful but most importantly they were new. She was sensing more, with more details and these new kinds of sensations were bombarding her mind. 

Azifrec moved toward her equipment, she had to start preparing for the night. It was clear that she wasn’t in any shape to walk out the forest during the night, not with the darkness and certainly not with a vulva that was leaking juice like a horny fountain. She gathered her last strength to prepare the fire and make a nice little nest. Every move reminds the changes, her elongated nipples and protruding areolas getting in the way, touching her arms while she was cutting wood, picking up the variations of temperature in the air. Her breasts swinging below the plates, her swollen lips creating a strange sensation of stretching on her face she was not used to and her tongue occupying a lot more space in her mouth. She wanted to put her hand in her pussy, and masturbate to let the pressure go but she knew she had to finish the chores before or she would never get done. Hopefully the fire was going to be ready soon, and as she was lighting the small pack of little wood she just gathered she felt saliva building up in her mouth and her breath shortening in anticipation of the following hours. 

The night was going to be pleasant, she wasn’t going to sleep much…  



After vanquishing the necromancer Azifrec’s name was spoken by many thankful inhabitants of the lands. It had been a major achievement for her and one that almost ended in tragedy, if it hadn’t been for her new companion, Baal. 

For an uneducated observer it would have seemed that the reward she got from the mission was meager, the necromancer had settled in an area of poor farmers and the few warrior nobles that were still there had been quickly killed by the fiend. So gold wasn’t exactly flowing in these lands or Azifrec’s pouches . However hospitality is its own reward and it was clear that she was never going to lack help in these lands if she never needed it. A small bowl of soup near a comfortable fire in a small house was enough for her and if she needed to repair or improve her gear, handy smiths would gladly offer their services. Really what could you ask more for ?

Especially when you wear an armor such as Baal…

The new companion of the warrior had quickly gotten better. The successful marking made him stronger, like his wearer. His shine came back, and so did his energy. He was an interesting conservationist, his ethereal nature and young age (technically speaking he was born only a few months ago) made him unpredictable and funny, he had an interesting character. They would share thoughts during Azifrec’s long marches and solitary nights. Baal’s curiosity was never-ending, but not to the point of annoying Azifrec, who still liked to contemplate the world in silence. In fact Baal quickly learned what she liked, when and how to speak, how to make her laugh. What else was he supposed to study if it wasn’t his wearer ?

Azifrec had to manage the Mark of the Beast’s effects. Of course most of them had been very useful, and just after 3 weeks Azifrec noted that sore muscles from long walks were a thing of the past, and so were cramps and joint pains. Her body was stronger, more resilient. And that is not talking about the advantages for hunting or in combat. No the issue was of course when the Beast came out, when her body would grow with her desire to aggressively fuck any potential mate in the near area. The instincts were manageable, she had ways to maintain her discipline and composure under heavy stress but the physical changes were a bit trickier. Her face was exulting a sexy aura with her luscious lips and constantly blushing cheeks. Her chest, despite its dramatic growth would be easy to hide if it wasn’t for the insane sensitivity of her giant nipples, making wearing clothes a real chore. Those traits could bring unwanted attention and instability in these little traditional communities. Really it was better to seek isolation, there were many strong and attractive men and women in these lands. And when the Beast was out, their scent would drive her crazy. So she preferred to stay away during such days … or most of them. On a few occasions she might have found some attractive young lads that showed comprehension about her state.

Another big advantage of Baal, and one that motivated Azifrec to keep wearing him, was the comfort of doing so. It was something she wouldn’t outright admit, being used to seek frugality and simplicity, but Baal wasn’t just a piece of metal on her skin. Being a kind of mimic, he was capable of changing his form to be flawlessly following her curves in the most functional way any warrior could dream of. And not only would he cover her body perfectly but his internal side was very soft, silk like with a soft padding that was giving Azifrec the impression of wearing a very light piece of clothing. After all, she was wearing a living creature wrapping around her. And a charming kind of creature, regularly complimenting or talking about aspects of her intimacy, as he was feeling her body pretty much all day long. This charm extended in his actions. One might think that such a creature is limited, mostly relying on his wearer to move; In fact this was how Azifrec experienced the previous mimic armor she wore : pretty passive and with little conversation. But Baal was a whole other animal : massages, warmth, cold, and even pleasant scents ! Baal was capable of making Azifrec comfortable in many ways, adapting to the environment and to her state, knowing when to be more present or more passive. The little bastard knew how to make himself forgettable so he could better analyze her, something that Azifrec quickly understood. His exquisite nature was steering a certain way and she had to be careful to not let him out of control. After all the previous mimic transformed into a doppelganger and fled, gods know what Baal could turn himself … or her into…   

But, in the end, the practicality and agreeableness of Baal were just perfect and in time taking him off felt more like a loss of time.

Azifrec finally reached the village of Megor, she had successfully dealt with a group of local bandits that turned out to be frustrated men of another village. Local feuds and disputes were many. Hopefully it was resolved without too much violence. The rain and wind made for a freezing situation but once again Baal transformed what should have been a cold and humid walk into … soft massages after the fight with pleasant waves of heat that combined with the rain quite deliciously. Now Azifrec felt relaxed and clean ! 

– “You had a point of stress between your right shoulder blade and spine, it seems gone. Have I been efficient ? Azifrec smiled “have you ever not be ? It’s perfect, I don’t feel any pain anymore.
– We could go hunt more unsatisfied villagers then !
– Of course, my favorite thing to do; running in the woods to solve petty grievances. 
– I preferred the woods of Nix, less mud, less rain…
–  I thought you liked rain ?
– This one is colder ! But your body is warm enough.” Baal tightened slightly, and Azifrec closed her cape a bit more to stop some of the rain. They quickly reached the local inn.

There, Azifrec was accosted by a desperate young man who could have been a valiant hero if it was no for the toll despair and exhaustion had taken on him. He talked about the presence of a creature that was plaguing the lands near his city, terrorizing the locals, and breaking the merchant roads. His venom had poisoned many rivers and the young man was afraid that all that was the foresight of a new famine, looming. So far the local militia had been incapable to track the beast, too elusive for an already thin-spread group. He had been following her trail for weeks and promised a hefty reward to slain the beast.

Azifrec accepted, winter was getting closer and she would prefer to be in a bigger town by then. And the reward could allow her to upgrade her equipment.

Guided by Athlaan, she was briefed on the creature and what he knew about it. Probably a hydra, seemingly one that had many violent encounters in the past. Azifrec had some experience with these creatures, a terrifying encounter to have, hydras are cunning and powerful but their most scary traits are their intelligence and playful minds. Like cats playing with their prey, except here, the preys are families being torn apart … it took them 2 weeks by horse to get to the city and 3 more weeks to track the creature and have an idea of the location of its lair. Of course the Beast had been particularly interested in Athlaan, but Azifrec had been strong enough to keep things hidden. She didn’t want him afraid of her; especially since she planned to join his city after the hunt. And wasn’t planning on settling with someone anytime soon. So she just explained to him the truth about the mark, expect for the sexual desire part. Athlaan was pleased to discover that she could be even stronger, and reassured her he wasn’t afraid, he even found her “Quite beautiful”. These words had their effect as it was clear that the young man grew more and more interested in her. That was not helping the Beast calm down and if swollen breasts were easy to hide by Baal, riding on a horse with a wet pussy was another ordeal … and by the gods, does he smell good !

The plan of Azifrec was simple: a group of hunters, led by Athlaan was to join her from the north the day the Beast manifested so she could use its strength. They would attack the hydra in its lair together, closing it’s retreat. But they underestimated the creature’s cunning. It was old an powerful and it attacked first. The group of hunters were its first target, the cruel Hydra used its venom to poison them in the dark. The aim wasn’t to kill them fast but prevent them to flee beyond its reach. They would make nice meals later. The other intruder, the one with ethereal powers however was to be destroyed fast …

Azifrec was moving slowly in the large and rocky river, she had picked up a tension in the air, Baal warned “Azifrec an ennemy is closing !
– I know, I can feel it too…”
The monster suddenly appeared from behind one of the many huge rocks spiking out the river. A grand reptile, covered by yellow scales, with cold eyes. The creature jumped on them in a quick and agile move, Azifrec rolled on the side, avoiding its first blast. Hopefully the rocks would provide some cover.

She resisted, pushing back and returning some attacks but it was clear she wasn’t gonna hold for long. The scale of the creature were too thick, and she couldn’t aim at a weakspot while the creature was relentlessly attacking. She wouldn’t get help from the others anytime soon, there were at least 3 days of distance between them ! She had to act fast, “Baal ! I need more powers !”. Baal felt the panic of Azifrec, and it was shared, he had reached the same conclusions as her “I can offer you the Marks of …” Baal suddenly felt one of the monster’s claws trying to pierce him while Azifrec pushed it away with her pike. Her enhanced strength impressed the monster, this one was more resilient than the others, but it was not important the hydra would kill it like the rest.

“Dammit Ball, just make me stronger !
– The price of a quick deal will be higher ! “Ball Tightened his structure to offer more protection “The Ether has rules I can’t break ! And so it is for your flesh, if I take enough etherium to make you strong enough fast; your body will be deeply changed !” Azifrec had a sense of what it might mean and the kinds of changes Baal was mentioning. She hissed as the monster prepared its next move “It’s that or death, do as best …” Ball reached in the Ether …     

Quick, I need to help ! What to choose ? “

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Mark of the Snake

Mouth+3, Nips+2, Pheromones+1, Lust+1
The Marked can digest food that could kill others and becomes imperious to poison.

Mark of the Womb

Genitals+3 , Pheromones+2 Lust+3
The Marked’s womb becomes a sanctuary of life and can bear monster species. Gestation time is greatly accelerated, desire to breed is linked with the lust stat.

Mark of the Claws

Mouth+2, Nipples+2, Pheromones+2, Lust+1
The mind if the Marked can understand feral and ancient monsters tongue and speak it. These creatures become attractive to the Marked as much as they are attracted to her.

Mark of the Plentiful

Breasts+3, Nipples+1, Lactation+3
Ethereal energies flows in the chest of the marked, making her breasts full and rich. The milk becomes magical, doesn’t rot and can heal some wounds and illnesses, however it is required to milk them daily as they will fill and sore. Feeding becomes a very pleasant action…


While Azifrec was fending off another attack of the monster, Baal’s spirit extended in the Ether and bargained with the entities that lay beyond. He had to go fast while also keeping his presence calm and controlled, if the entities perceived his urgency they would make their prices higher. Hopefully, he found good marks that would leave the soul of Azifrec (and his) intact, coming from entities of lower places, interested in sensations and matter. Another impact, followed by a grunt of Azifrec, made him retreat from the Ether with haste. 

Azifrec fell on the ground, propelled by an attack of the monster on her back. She hadn’t seen one of its claws and the reptile took advantage of the opening. Hopefully Ball’s metal protected her again, but her bones trembled under the shock. She immediately faced the hydra, lance ready. It was looking at her with an animalistic and intelligent grin, observing her reactions, poking at its prey to see how powerful it was. The Hydra was turning around her, varying its speed to change its attack angles, aiming at her sides and back. The tall spires along the river offered some cover, but Azifrec was trapped. Running away would leave the monster all the openings it needed, she was stuck in a war of attrition against an enemy whose strength, speed and endurance were vastly superior.

The hydra suddenly hissed and growled before jumping down on her left, aiming at her back from a low angle. She immediately reacted and swiftly hit the attacking head with her pike in a fast and wide motion on her left before turning back again and preventing another blow. Amidst the cold of the water splashing and the stressful moves she felt a familiar, warm sensation coming from her hands and chest, “Baal, tell me it worked!”

 – You have been marked, the powers of the ether will flow in you!

 – H-how long will it take? What powers will I get?

– The marks need to mold your body! It will take a few hours and soon the monster will not see you as a prey anymore…

 – What do you me-motherfucker!” Azifrec pushed another head back but failed to stop a blow from the tail of the monster that threw her against a rock. The shock was rough and her back in pain, but the attack continued! In a powerful grunt Azifrec plunged her pike in the nostril of a head coming at her left and then used the butt of her weapon to push back a leg. The head retreated in a high pitch growl, inconvenience but not really hurt and again the monster resumed its taunting attitude. The warmth in her chest kept growing, she hoped it was her chest becoming stronger, she would need much more strength. 

The battle kept going for hours and hours. Almost a day had passed, Azifrec had to use all her might to fend off the multi-headed predator, running and jumping between rocks in a deadly dance as it was toying and testing her in vicious attacks. Fast and irregular, from all angles, short or long, it was trying to make her panic, keeping her under pressure so she would make a mistake.

But it wasn’t aware of Baal’s influence: the energies flowed into the warrior’s body, feeding her cells and regenerating tired joints, broken bones and pierced flesh. It was getting easier as time passed to support the effort of the fight but Azifrec didn’t feel significantly stronger. However, her chest was getting heavier, something she wasn’t paying much attention to at first, her mind too occupied surviving the creature’s blows. But as her senses and reflexes sharpened, helped by the Mark of the Claws, the pressure of the fight required slightly less concentration. After some time she clearly noticed that her arms, in the multitude and regular wide movements of the fight were touching her chest more. Sometimes her motions were even hindered by the increasing volume of her breasts. The sensations were getting stronger too, her chest engorging and filling, skin stretching and blood flowing. “Again with my breasts?! I need more muscle, not chest…” Azifrec pondered the marks names: ‘claw’ and ‘plentiful’. If the first one sounded appropriate the latter was a bit more worrying to her. She knew the nature of Baal’s magic and was not afraid or clueless about its sexual side. She grumbled ironically “… ‘plentiful’, great, I always wanted an ample bosom! Baal, care to explain?”. Baal couldn’t answer, exhausted by the application of two marks in such a short period of time had emptied him of all energy.

The creature’s moves were getting strangely predictable, Azifrec was a bit faster and endurant but she swore the monster was slower. Its attitude too had shifted; before it was clearly aggressive, viscous and unrelenting. But now the hydra was adopting a slower posture, more cautious and keeping more distance. Attacks were becoming more like pokes and pushes than deadly slices and bites. Azifrec was trying to keep her attention high but her own moves were softening, she was feeling the lust building up in her as the erotic marks were changing her body. Warmth in her chest, face and … down there. Suddenly, as she was moving her spear toward a head that was getting a bit close, she felt some pressure relieving on her chest, and fresh air on her exposed right nipple as her armor’s right breast cap’s strap finally broke. She looked down while keeping an eye on the monster, her right tit swinging against her arm while the left strap was burying in her left nipple while still holding the cap in place “Oh, come on …”. Her small nipples, dwarfed by the mass of her swollen breasts were already very sensible, flooded with blood and stretched by the growing skin. The pressure on her left breast was so unpleasant that she decided to free it too and in a fast motion ripped the left strap, allowing the massive teat to finally expand fully.    

-Strange animal!-  Azifrec was surprised by the voice she just heard, it had come from the monster. She held her pike up, ready for a move. But the monster didn’t attack, its movement became sensual and curious, its aggressivity seemed almost completely gone. “What’s … going on …”, the sentence was spoken as the mind was starting to understand: the Hydra’s moves were of seduction now. It was showing softer parts, cautiously as the little creature was clearly still unnerved and the heads weren’t hissing or snarling but emitting softer and lower noises – strange animal has a good smell – Another sentence from the monster. 

“Animal yourself!” Azifrec spoke in a language she wasn’t aware she could talk, the tongue of monsters. The hydra reacted as much as she, heads rising up in surprise in front of the mammal that it just understood. She spoke to herself “ ‘It’s not going to see me as a prey’, Baal what are doing to me ?! I want to kill it, not to seduce it!” Baal remained silent.

Another sensation attracted Azifrec’s attention to her chest. Or a set of sensations, building up furiously in her breasts. She gasped as the Mark of the Plentiful finalized its work, nodes of heat emerged in her breasts that felt suddenly sore and tense. Her nipples and areolas expanded even more and she dropped her pike to bring her hands to them. It was like they were going to burst! She felt them swelling in her hands, her nipples going from small little points to huge lumps, thicker than phalanx. And her areolas burgeoning below outgrowing her palms. Azifrec let a small high pitch scream of surprise and pleasure escape her as the pressure in her chest unfolded with milk spurting out of her hefty nipples in small gushes. Plentifull  …

But the excitement and the surprise quickly changed into dread when Azifrec saw one of the heads of the Hydra just a few meters from her. She hadn’t noticed it, too occupied by her luscious breast’s affairs. She stepped back as the head was getting close fast, but her back hit a rock. The heads was almost against her now, its nose almost touching her, it opened its mouth, revealing a terrifying range of sharp teeth. Azifrec was panicking, her hands reached for the nose of the beast in a vain attempt to push it away. But the head didn’t attack, and with a smooth motion its large red tongue licked her leaking left breast. Its rough texture rubbed from all its length against the sensitive tip of her breast. She let another small scream escape her that ended in a moan. The head moved away a bit from the confused warrior, and she wasn’t alone, the other heads seemed to be sharing a similar state of confusion, and observed the peculiar behavior of the hungry head. The taste of Azifrec’s milk was getting shared between them – Taste good ! – Some heads seemed more uncertain while others were now exhibiting very clear signs of lust towards Azifrec as her pheromones were filling the area. “Oh wow !” she was overwhelmed as new signals flowed in her brain : she was perceiving the creature’s presence, in an animalistic and primal way. The Claw had made its place in her, she was now connected to the primal world and her tongue was tasting the flows of instincts emanating from the hydra. 

However a powerful sensation snapped her out of her trance as the hungry head was back at it, licking her breast. It was more vigorous this time, confident in the good taste and pushing her slightly against the rock. Azifrec was, again, surprised by the sensations … it’s sooo good!

Another head came from the other side and aimed at her left breast. She contemplated the situation she was in for a second: two gigantic reptile heads licking at her purling gigantic breasts while the beast was sexually signaling to her … and it excited her !  She used the opportunity of a small feud between the heads, fighting for space, to get out of her entrapment. She crouched and moved away, and in the fast motion tripped slightly which made her breast’s tips slide on the ground before she got up. “Ah damn things!”  She wasn’t used to their volume, the two massive pale orbs were swinging around and getting in the way. She faced the hydra, there was more space around her now so she wouldn’t be stuck like that as easily. Azifrec looked at the monster, the chances of being attacked seemed slim, the creature was definitely more horny than angry.  The strange situation was giving her an opportunity to stay alive until the Beast would come. She pondered: I am not strong enough now, but with the added strength of the new marks and the Beast I might be able to beat this creature… and it should be out soon …

Her thoughts were stopped by a lingering sensation in her lower belly. The lust hasn’t disappeared as she hoped, after the end of the marking process. It wasn’t too strong but still more present than usual. But that wasn’t the issue, the hydra, its pheromones, movements, appearance had taken a completely different tint for her. She was receptive to the monster’s seductive movements.  – Hungry ! – the hydra moved towards her, sensually, the hungry heads reaching for her breasts again, tongue out ready to collect her milk that hasn’t stopped spilling from her tits. “Ah no !” she kicked the closest head and moved away. The head growled in frustration. Azifrec covered her areolas and nipples with her hands to reduce the distraction.
– So huh … You don’t want to eat me anymore ?
– No eat, but hungry … strange  “ the hydra’s multiple heads were talking at the same time, in a somewhat confused manner,
– What have you done with the hunters?

The hydra was looking at Azifrec with increasing lust, getting closer and moving smoothly toward her, – Why know? Give something! – Azifrec was surprised about the intelligence of the monster, and she was even more surprised by the fact that she was about to bargain with the said monster. However, the reversal of power was fascinating, after all what was stopping the hydra to force itself on her? It’s not like it lacked the strength. Nevertheless, she wasn’t about to tempt the devil and decided to move along. She wanted to keep the creature busy long enough to get the Beast’s strength and then bring a fatal blow to the unsuspecting creature… maybe. “If I let you drink, will you tell me where they are and what you did to them?

– Yes yes drink!”   

Azifrec inhaled. She put her hands, wet from the milk, away from her breasts and in her back. She arched herself to present them to the creature. The two hungry heads moved to her chest while the others were slowly encircling her. She gasped when the tongues cautiously lapped at her hanging breasts again, her milk was a strange and pleasant nectar to the hydra.
– S-so? Where are they … Are they dead?
– Most not dead, just poisoned, keep for later, upper the river near small caves.” Azifrec frowned ‘most no dead’, meaning some might be… she had to hurry to get to them ! She looked at the pike on the ground behind the monster that was now all around her. Another head came closer , while the hungry ones were playing with her chest. “ Scent is nice” it slowly, carefully licked her neck with the tip of its tongue. The scales of the hydra were raising up and down, creating mesmerizing waves on its body. The other heads got also closer, seeking to have contact with the strange female animal. Now she was surrounded by cuddling giant hydra heads, arms extended to caress some of them. As if she needed any more proof of the creature’s excitement, she saw what was probably it’s genitals: two protruding appendages, out their cloaca. The things were of unreasonable size. “You know we can’t … erm … breed.
– Yes, sad, just contact, smell, taste.

Taste… She wasn’t going to let that monster taste her, she might be a bit aroused but definitely not enough to get there. It was time to try something, getting closer to the pike. But all that play, the influences of the pheromones and the sensations caused by the multiple tongues softly licking her sensible breasts had sapped her of her combative energies. Her mind was trying to stay focused on the mission but the mark of the Plentiful had added more than just mass and milk : each stroke of the creature’s tongue on her luscious breast’s tips generated powerful flows of pleasant, warm sensations in chest. She was having a hard time putting these bursts of soft pleasure aside. But then she felt the known sensation of the Beast peeking in the back of her head. It was finally awakening in her ! She felt her muscles infused by the primal will slowly rise in her. Her strength was growing, and soon she would be capable of making a fatal blow to the monster. The sexual instincts started to grow too, like a sinuous flow of naughty thoughts and temptations flooding her mind. But that was something she had learned to control, by using meditation techniques and focus. She slowed her breathing while the Beast grew, and so was her bust. Her breasts got fuller, warmer. Just a few more minutes … Suddenly a strong wave of lust hit her mind, It was strong, stronger that she remembered. She breathed her way back to a more reasonable state but another one followed slightly stronger  “Ah !” she moaned under the surprise. She opened her eyes when she saw that her breasts were still growing. Her heightening senses picked up the hydra’s influence even more intensely adding to the pressure her mind was under. The lust grew to unprecedented levels, the Beast had claws now and had grown quite a bit since previously, its influence was significantly stronger.

Azifrec moaned and contracted under the weight of the sensations, her nipples, the tongues of the hydra on her growing nipples, being fed on, milked, the pheromones, … the euphoria of the Beast and its raw energy and excitement took over Azifrec’s mind. Now the monster was a lot more appetizing, she tried to push the thoughts away but they would just come back even stronger. She leaned on one head, touching its vibrating scales letting her ample bust being massaged by the monster, encouraging its heads by pulling them closer.   “Hmmmm you want to taste ?” The hydra’s excitement was growing too, with the influence of the Beast Azifrec had become an even more attractive creature, her scent was filling the air around it. “Yes yes taste more !
– If I let you taste me, will you leave these lands and let its inhabitants live in peace?
– yes yes!
– Good boy !” 
Azifrec started to undress under the horny eyes of the monster, the plan had sensibly changed but remained the same: get rid of the monster and then help the poor hunters in dire need of healing. All these hungry males around !

Azifrec Mol

(The current stats results of Azifrec are in the last row.)

MouthBreastsNipplesLactationGenitalsLower BodyLustPheromones
Mark Of The Beast1(+2)1(+2)1(+2)2 (+2)1 (+2)1 (+2)
Mark Of The Claws3(+2)1(+2)3(+2)2(+2)2(+2)3(+2)
Mark Of The Plentiful3(+2)4(+2)4(+2)32(+2)2(+2)3(+2)
“( )” stats effects are applied when the Beast comes out, so once every 7 days.

Mark Of The Beast : The marked is infused by bestial powers, gains strength and resilience, however every seven day the Beast gets out and all affected traits by this mark become +2.
Mark Of The Claws : The mind if the Marked can understand feral and ancient monsters tongue and speak it. These creatures become attractive to the Marked as much as they are attracted to her.
Mark Of The Plentiful : Ethereal energies flows in the chest of the marked, making her breasts full and rich. The milk becomes magical, doesn’t rot and can heal some wounds and illnesses, however it is required to milk them daily as they will fill and sore. Feeding becomes a very pleasant action…

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