Demon Lord Shapeshifting System



Harker saw flashes as he caressed Joan's skin with his lips. Right, he had a dream during that good sleep he had after making love with the girls…..

But he couldn't recall anything besides that feeling of melancholy of letting someone go. Someone who you were not used to being without choosing to abandon you, and for good reasons. Wanting to call out as they turned their back on you…..

"Harker? Why'd you stop?" Joan asked from beneath him.

ραпdα---nᴏνa| сom Harker shook his head. "Nothing."

He continued trailing kisses on her jaw and her neck. When he was where the throat protruded from, he had the sense of deja vu.

He stopped, and touched his own throat. Furrowing his brows, he tried his best to focus on the woman he loved right now rather than the void. 

That….. sorrowful pit. 

If he allowed himself to dawdle in the edge for too long, he'd truly fall. And he doesn't want that right now. He needed an escape, something to anchor him to the material world, not the confusing world inside his own mind.

Just for a moment, he wanted his body to make the decisions. Matter over mind.

He held Joan tightly, and raised her legs to his shoulder. He rubbed his cock in between her thighs as he buried his head on her soft chest. 

"A-Ahh….. Harker…. Just put it in….. I don't like thigh sex, it just makes my holes itch." She pleaded, eyes misty. "Just get inside already. I don't care which one, just don't…. tease me like this…."

"I'm not teasing. I just want to take it slow." Harker said. "Your holes are too hot and too tight. I want to feel your soft skin on it first."

Joan smirked. "Fine then. But my thighs are very thick. It'll be just as tight as my ass, I promise you."

She then presse her legs closer together, locking Harker's dick in a tight grip. Harker huffed as he pushed himself in and out, holding on to those legs that were up in the air and even crossing over each other slightly. 

Joan's skin was sweaty and wet, a stark contrast to Harker's dry and hot skin. She coiled her arms around his shoulders, holding him close to her.

Bumps covered the back of Harker's neck as the sensation of Joan's thighs on his shoulders drove him mad.

Joan's legs were smooth, soft, and unblemished. Even though Joan's legs were not originally hers and were just attached to her, there were no marks or scars that could be seen on them. The formula that Victoria used to keep her cells from decaying and to slowly regenerate seemed very powerful indeed.

Harker's cock was a red, angry mass of pulsating flesh. It slowly grew larger as it invaded the gaps of her thighs.

Her thighs were soft and moist. They were hot to the touch, as she is in the midst of lust, and covered in goosebumps. Before, Harker thought she felt colder than most humans. But then again, so was him and Mina. Now, however, after sharing qi with him in his Ability Ascension, he could feel that the blood rushing in those veins were just as burning hot as his own.

The flaps of her labia rubbed against his shaft and coated it with its wetness. He could almost feel himself going inside, could imagine it so close every time he thrusted in. And when he pulls out, he would feel a sense of yearning that was addicting on its own.

Yes, it was a different kind of pleasure. Being so close to something yet unable to achieve it.

Well, he could achieve it, but he just chose not to. That's actually what makes it even more exciting.

Anytime, he could just stop suppressing his desires and give in. 

He could tell that Joan was feeling this yearning too, maybe even more extreme since she was on the receiving end of it. Harker could give it to her, but it's almost as if she was being toyed with. She bit her lower lip as her chest rose and fell, her breasts jiggling with every movement. 

"Harker… Please….. I can't take it anymore, I'm going to c-cum….."

"Hold it in for me." Harker pleaded. 

And she did. That quick willingness to do as he says, that submission….. He now understood what's so appealing about it. 

"B-But I can't….. Fuck, fuck, fuck…." She covered her face now as tears fell from her eyes. "Just rubbing like this is torture."

Harker knew this was true, yet why was he enjoying this torture? Why does he feel like someone else at this moment, relishing the 'torment' of others? He never felt that way before….

Or maybe he always had, and he had hidden it in this lazily draped on 'morality' that he had given himself.

He had accepted that he was a monster, but not just that. In some ways, he had always been. Hank was right, even if he kills him, this part of Harker will always stay. Just like how even if you kill the God of the Sky, the sky never truly disappears. Even if you kill the God of Time, he was merely a personification of something that always remains present.

Hank was Harker's shadow self, in a way. He was his darker side that never truly leaves when killed, staying like a dark dead corpse following after him.

These thoughts added to this newfound taste for sadism had led him to his actions for the night. 

"Joan…. Can I hit you?"

The woman looked surprised at this, her eyes wide. She was not expecting this. 

Still, being her loyal self... She nodded. 

"W-Where? I mean, it won't really affect me no matter how hard you hit me. But I just want you to warn me first since it would still fucking hurt." She smiled lightly. "I won't really mind getting hurt for you, though."

"I want to go rough on you. I want to spank you, bite you, pull your hair….. Whatever I feel like at the moment. I want to feel that your body is mine." Harker said, not showing any shame.

The fact that he said all that does make him slightly conscious, but it did not show in his face or his voice. It didn't affect his conviction in any way either. He had asked the question and taken the leap, so he would have to accept the fall.

Joan shivered at this. Then she nodded. 

"Yes… Yes, you can do all that and more. Do whatever you want with me."

And so, like a hungry beast that could only think of how to consume its prey, the only thing in Harker's mind in that moment was how he would consummate with Joan and fall into the depths of pain and pleasure with her.

Her body was his gateway drug to forget everything.... and succumb to desire.