Talk to Blitzo
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Emberlynn lounged on the bed like a queen, legs spread lazily, still completely naked after the last round, her new athletic curves glistening with a light sheen of sweat. She flexed one arm experimentally, watching the bicep peak higher than ever, then pouted like a spoiled child.
“I want to grow more,” she whined, voice pitching up into that high, squeaky register. “Bigger. Stronger. Right now! I’m tired of waiting, Blitzy-kun. Make me grow up!”
Blitzo, still sprawled on the floor where she’d left him, groaned and dragged a hand down his face. “Jesus Christ on a stick, Mistress—there’s no demonic juice left in me right now! I’m fucking empty! You drained me dry three times in a row. I need rest, food, maybe a goddamn nap before I can even get hard again, let alone pump you full of enough essence to make you any bigger. You gotta be patient, for fuck’s sake.”
Emberlynn’s face crumpled in childish fury. She slammed her fists on the mattress. “No! I don’t wanna wait! I want it NOW!” she shrieked, kicking her legs like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “You’re supposed to serve me! Grow me! Make me huge!”
Blitzo sat up quickly, palms raised in surrender. “Whoa, whoa, easy! Look—there’s another way. Absorb some small, weak eldritch critters. Their dark energy can fuel your body the same way. Your fancy spellbook probably has a spell for calling weak ones. Quick snacks. No risk of you draining me into a corpse.”
Emberlynn’s tantrum stopped mid-kick. Her purple eyes lit up. “Really?”
She snapped her fingers. The grimoire floated obediently into her hands, pages riffling on their own until they stopped on a simple summoning page. The book gave a soft, affirming rustle.
*Oui, ma tigresse… des petites choses faibles. Parfait pour grandir.*
Emberlynn squealed in delight, jumped off the bed, and shoved the half-eaten sushi tray toward Blitzo. “Here—eat. I’m busy.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He pounced on the remaining rolls like a starving animal.
Emberlynn strode to the center of the salt circle, still gloriously naked, light-purple hair swaying down her back. She raised both hands and chanted the new, simpler incantation five times in quick succession.
Five pathetic little blobs of shadow and slime materialized one after another—tiny, whimpering things no bigger than house cats. Each one lasted only seconds before she snapped her fingers and drank them dry. Violet light flared around her with every absorption. Her muscles tightened, veins stood out faintly, her abs deepened another shade.
When the last one vanished, she turned to the hovering grimoire, breathless and glowing.
The book opened to a new page, shimmering with golden script.
Emberlynn read the spell aloud, voice trembling with anticipation.
The transformation hit like liquid lightning.
Her body ignited from within. Low body fat melted away in visible waves—every soft curve sharpening into crisp, athletic definition. Veins rose across her shoulders, biceps, and down her sculpted abs like delicate violet rivers under porcelain skin. Her breasts swelled fuller, rounder, sitting high and impossibly firm on her chest while keeping their perfect teardrop shape. Hips flared dramatically, waist cinched even tighter, creating an exaggerated hourglass that screamed power and sex. Her thighs thickened with dense, feminine muscle yet stayed sleek; calves carved like marble. Her face sharpened just enough—cheekbones higher, lips plumper—while still unmistakably Emberlynn: same large brown eyes, same pink freckles, same smug little smirk.
She moaned, loud and filthy, as the changes rolled through her. Eyes rolling back, face flushing deep crimson, tongue lolling out in pure ecstasy. Her bra and panties—already strained—shredded apart with audible snaps, fabric fluttering to the floor. She stood completely naked, glistening, a living fitness model carved from moonlight and lust.
Blitzo choked on a piece of tuna, eyes wide, cheeks bulging as he devoured the sushi and enjoyed the show.
Emberlynn arched backward, hips bucking into empty air as the final wave crashed over her.
Splurge.
Spluurge.
Spluuurge.
Thick, sticky ropes of her cum—shampoo-thick, pearlescent—spurted from her in powerful arcs, splattering the floor and the edge of the bed. The scent was sweet and electric.
She collapsed forward onto her hands and knees for a moment, chest heaving, sweat dripping from every inch of her new goddess body.
When she finally stood, legs steady, she sauntered to the full-length mirror with a sensual sway. The reflection that greeted her made her bite her lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood.
“Fuck… yes…”
She flexed both arms, watching the biceps peak like softballs under flawless skin. She turned sideways, admiring the dramatic sweep of her lats, the deep cuts of her obliques, the perfect shelf of her ass. One hand slid down her stomach, tracing the sharp Adonis belt that framed her smooth, hairless mound. She cupped one heavy breast, thumb brushing the stiff nipple, and moaned again—low, throaty, satisfied.
“Rawrrr~” she growled, deep and tigress-like, then giggled. “Look at you, Little Tiger. No more soft kitten. You’re a goddamn jungle queen now. All this power… all this beauty… and it’s only the beginning. The mortals are going to kneel when they see me.”
She turned to Blitzo, still on the floor with an empty sushi tray, and struck a double-bicep pose, veins popping, muscles glistening.
“Well, Blitzy-kun?” she asked, voice dripping with childish smugness and wicked wit. “What do you think of your Mistress now? Am I the hottest, strongest, sexiest eldritch goddess you’ve ever seen, or do I need to grow even bigger to impress a pathetic little imp like you?”
She waited, still flexing, purple hair cascading, body radiating raw sexual power.
Blitzo swallowed the last piece of sushi, stared up at the towering, sculpted perfection in front of him, and could only manage a weak, stunned:
“…Holy shit.”
Emberlynn laughed, high and triumphant.
Now she had two delicious choices burning in her mind:
1. Go to a nightclub tonight and show off this new body—make the whole city drool and fear her.
2. Stay home and dive deeper into the grimoire—learn even stronger magic, increase her power until the stars themselves bowed.
What would she choose?
“I want to grow more,” she whined, voice pitching up into that high, squeaky register. “Bigger. Stronger. Right now! I’m tired of waiting, Blitzy-kun. Make me grow up!”
Blitzo, still sprawled on the floor where she’d left him, groaned and dragged a hand down his face. “Jesus Christ on a stick, Mistress—there’s no demonic juice left in me right now! I’m fucking empty! You drained me dry three times in a row. I need rest, food, maybe a goddamn nap before I can even get hard again, let alone pump you full of enough essence to make you any bigger. You gotta be patient, for fuck’s sake.”
Emberlynn’s face crumpled in childish fury. She slammed her fists on the mattress. “No! I don’t wanna wait! I want it NOW!” she shrieked, kicking her legs like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “You’re supposed to serve me! Grow me! Make me huge!”
Blitzo sat up quickly, palms raised in surrender. “Whoa, whoa, easy! Look—there’s another way. Absorb some small, weak eldritch critters. Their dark energy can fuel your body the same way. Your fancy spellbook probably has a spell for calling weak ones. Quick snacks. No risk of you draining me into a corpse.”
Emberlynn’s tantrum stopped mid-kick. Her purple eyes lit up. “Really?”
She snapped her fingers. The grimoire floated obediently into her hands, pages riffling on their own until they stopped on a simple summoning page. The book gave a soft, affirming rustle.
*Oui, ma tigresse… des petites choses faibles. Parfait pour grandir.*
Emberlynn squealed in delight, jumped off the bed, and shoved the half-eaten sushi tray toward Blitzo. “Here—eat. I’m busy.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He pounced on the remaining rolls like a starving animal.
Emberlynn strode to the center of the salt circle, still gloriously naked, light-purple hair swaying down her back. She raised both hands and chanted the new, simpler incantation five times in quick succession.
Five pathetic little blobs of shadow and slime materialized one after another—tiny, whimpering things no bigger than house cats. Each one lasted only seconds before she snapped her fingers and drank them dry. Violet light flared around her with every absorption. Her muscles tightened, veins stood out faintly, her abs deepened another shade.
When the last one vanished, she turned to the hovering grimoire, breathless and glowing.
The book opened to a new page, shimmering with golden script.
Emberlynn read the spell aloud, voice trembling with anticipation.
The transformation hit like liquid lightning.
Her body ignited from within. Low body fat melted away in visible waves—every soft curve sharpening into crisp, athletic definition. Veins rose across her shoulders, biceps, and down her sculpted abs like delicate violet rivers under porcelain skin. Her breasts swelled fuller, rounder, sitting high and impossibly firm on her chest while keeping their perfect teardrop shape. Hips flared dramatically, waist cinched even tighter, creating an exaggerated hourglass that screamed power and sex. Her thighs thickened with dense, feminine muscle yet stayed sleek; calves carved like marble. Her face sharpened just enough—cheekbones higher, lips plumper—while still unmistakably Emberlynn: same large brown eyes, same pink freckles, same smug little smirk.
She moaned, loud and filthy, as the changes rolled through her. Eyes rolling back, face flushing deep crimson, tongue lolling out in pure ecstasy. Her bra and panties—already strained—shredded apart with audible snaps, fabric fluttering to the floor. She stood completely naked, glistening, a living fitness model carved from moonlight and lust.
Blitzo choked on a piece of tuna, eyes wide, cheeks bulging as he devoured the sushi and enjoyed the show.
Emberlynn arched backward, hips bucking into empty air as the final wave crashed over her.
Splurge.
Spluurge.
Spluuurge.
Thick, sticky ropes of her cum—shampoo-thick, pearlescent—spurted from her in powerful arcs, splattering the floor and the edge of the bed. The scent was sweet and electric.
She collapsed forward onto her hands and knees for a moment, chest heaving, sweat dripping from every inch of her new goddess body.
When she finally stood, legs steady, she sauntered to the full-length mirror with a sensual sway. The reflection that greeted her made her bite her lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood.
“Fuck… yes…”
She flexed both arms, watching the biceps peak like softballs under flawless skin. She turned sideways, admiring the dramatic sweep of her lats, the deep cuts of her obliques, the perfect shelf of her ass. One hand slid down her stomach, tracing the sharp Adonis belt that framed her smooth, hairless mound. She cupped one heavy breast, thumb brushing the stiff nipple, and moaned again—low, throaty, satisfied.
“Rawrrr~” she growled, deep and tigress-like, then giggled. “Look at you, Little Tiger. No more soft kitten. You’re a goddamn jungle queen now. All this power… all this beauty… and it’s only the beginning. The mortals are going to kneel when they see me.”
She turned to Blitzo, still on the floor with an empty sushi tray, and struck a double-bicep pose, veins popping, muscles glistening.
“Well, Blitzy-kun?” she asked, voice dripping with childish smugness and wicked wit. “What do you think of your Mistress now? Am I the hottest, strongest, sexiest eldritch goddess you’ve ever seen, or do I need to grow even bigger to impress a pathetic little imp like you?”
She waited, still flexing, purple hair cascading, body radiating raw sexual power.
Blitzo swallowed the last piece of sushi, stared up at the towering, sculpted perfection in front of him, and could only manage a weak, stunned:
“…Holy shit.”
Emberlynn laughed, high and triumphant.
Now she had two delicious choices burning in her mind:
1. Go to a nightclub tonight and show off this new body—make the whole city drool and fear her.
2. Stay home and dive deeper into the grimoire—learn even stronger magic, increase her power until the stars themselves bowed.
What would she choose?
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