Demonic Devourer's Development

Chapter 157 - Good Boy

I clenched my fists in anticipation. Just like Aivena, I couldn't wait… I would've urged her to hurry with letting me out, but I couldn't risk her suspecting anything until the very last moment. The first stage of my escape plan succeeded, but it was only one of the two.

I couldn't let her suspect anything until the very last moment.

Aivena pointed a finger at the wooden cage around me. Under a spell she muttered, the bars of it moved like alive snakes and receded into the ground one by one. Then she gestured with her chin on a spot next to her.

"Come here, Devourer. You can roam around later."

A part of me couldn't believe this was really happening, but the first careful step into the space that previously pushed me out couldn't lie. Finally, I was out of my tiny cage… but still in the bigger one. I couldn't relax yet.

"Now, remove your carapace and stand still." Aivena ordered when I stopped at the designated place.

I didn't hesitate in following her command, and, even though it was an effort, didn't bite off her fingers when she put them on my chest.

"Hmm… The transparent flesh would've made you an outstanding specimen to study for any surgeon. The way I can see muscles and tendons twitching under your skin is enlightening and fascinating." As Aivena spoke, she traced lines with her fingers that followed the lines of my muscles. She went lower and lower until she reached the bottom of my torso.

Then she finally took her hands away and the breath I held left me with a soft sigh of relief.

"But this isn't the best part. Your ability to change the shape of your body, combined with your ability to understand my commands, makes you just… perfect." Aivena smiled with humour. "A normal brothel would've refused to take you because of your unusual colouring, but for people with more exotic tastes, there just can't be a better find. I can't let you simply die without exploring all you have to offer first."

Yeah. I knew about her "exotic tastes", alright. She wrote about them and probably thought that I never bothered to actually read her journals. Ha! I read them, and then reread them, if only because there wasn't much more to do. There wasn't much that hinted at Aivena's perversions, but after all the time we spent together, I had a picture in my head.

"Devourer, transform into a canine creature. With a matching penis."

This was going to be an interesting experience. Maybe I would repeat it someday—with someone else. Right now, I knew that whatever physical pleasure I will feel will be spoilt by Aivena's presence and the control she had, and thought she had, on me.

I lowered on all sixths, morphing my flesh and liquefying bones. My limbs shifted and changed in amount. Hair grew all over my body, bright blue with a red stripe on top of my head. In a minute, I was now a pretty decent imitation of a wolf—bigger than an average one, but not by much.

I wasn't sure that my cock was exactly like that of a wolf, though—I didn't study them in my free time. Hopefully, Aivena wouldn't decide to punish me for something like that.

She walked around me, inspecting me from all sides, and finally nodded. She licked her lips. "Very well. Now, follow me, at my hip." Aivena patted her left thigh and walked out of the wooden hut.

I trotted after her as she went through the open space outside. Just like before, it was a piece of a warm spring—or was it summer already?—forest, surrounded from all sides by mountains. I took an opportunity to breathe in its scents, and for the first time in what felt like forever, feel a touch of sun on my face.

The ground was soft beneath my paws, and the wind that came from the mountain brought a fresh scent of snow. The stream that came through the valley scented like water and fish, and overhead, above the invisible barrier, a Bird of Paradise scouted her territory for prey.

After the barren place I turned the valley into, its current state felt like a miracle. The power over nature that Aivena wielded was astounding. It wasn't even a matter of her combat abilities—they were much more lacking, as could say after testing her, even though she won. It was a matter of an ability to create.

My power could only destroy and devour. Then again… what good the power of creation did if it was used by bitches like Aivena?

Now, if I had it, I could've done something great. Like growing out tons of food to eat. For myself, of course… but I would share something with my followers. They won't eat much, anyway.

Aivena stopped. The place she chose was much like any other—a clearing with lush, but not too tall, grass under our feet and plenty of space.

"I remember you wanted to see my breasts, Devourer." She reached for the clasps of her robe. "Now you will get to see them. Sit where you are and watch me."

I wished I could tell her I knew how her breasts looked very well by now thanks to my blind sight without breaking my role. No, I was going to play a good doggo… Even if it sickened me. The thought of payback was sweet enough to let me.

I even opened my mouth to pant a little, like a dog would, when the robe slipped down Aivena's body, leaving her only in an almost-transparent undershirt. Unlike the robe, it didn't hide her best qualities, which were her round ass and heavy tits. The world would've been much better if Aivena had only them and none of her personality.

She ran her hands up her sides and to her breasts, groping herself through the thin cloth. Her eyes sparkled with unhidden lust.. "Devourer… finally, I will have you."