Sleep time
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Emberlynn lounged on her living tentacle throne, still basking in the afterglow of her latest climax, sticky cum slowly dripping down her inner thighs. The tentacles continued to gently pulse and caress her sculpted body, but the rush of power and pleasure had finally drained her. A huge yawn escaped her lips, high-pitched and childish.
“Mmm… Little Tiger is sleepy now,” she murmured, stretching luxuriously. Her new muscles flexed and rippled under pale skin. “All this magic and growing… it’s tiring work. Time for bed.”
She waved a lazy hand at the tentacles. “Okay, Squishy-kun, Wiggly-chan, everyone… you can relax now. But stay close. Make me a nice soft bed.”
The tentacles obeyed instantly. They unraveled from the throne shape and wove themselves into a large, plush, black nest on her bed—smooth, cool, and slightly bouncy. A few smaller ones curled up like pillows while two thick ones remained curled loosely around her waist and legs like protective blankets.
Emberlynn dismissed the rest with a satisfied sigh. They slithered back into the floorboards, leaving only faint, glistening trails behind. She crawled into the center of the tentacle nest, naked and glowing, and pulled a silky black sheet over herself.
“Night-night, Blitzy-kun,” she called sleepily toward the imp, who was still standing awkwardly near the door in his human disguise. “Don’t go anywhere. Mistress might want more fun in the morning~”
Blitzo muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “crazy bitch” under his breath, but he didn’t dare leave. He slumped into the corner armchair, arms crossed, and tried to get some rest himself.
Emberlynn drifted off almost instantly, a smug little smile on her face.
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Early morning light filtered through the heavy black curtains when Emberlynn stirred. The clock on her nightstand read 6:47 AM. She felt… incredible.
Her body had continued changing subtly while she slept. She was even more defined now—low body fat, high vascularity, every muscle sharply etched yet still beautifully feminine. Her breasts were fuller and firmer, her waist impossibly narrow, her ass round and powerful. Her light-purple hair had grown another inch overnight, cascading silkily down her back. Most noticeably, she felt stronger. The eldritch energy hummed steadily in her veins like a second heartbeat.
She sat up in the tentacle nest, stretched with a satisfied groan, and flexed both arms in front of the mirror. The biceps peaked beautifully.
“Rawrr~ Even better than last night,” she purred, turning to admire her reflection from every angle. “Little Tiger is getting so strong…”
Blitzo was still asleep in the armchair, snoring lightly. The grimoire hovered silently nearby, pages closed but faintly glowing, as if waiting for her command.
Emberlynn felt refreshed, ambitious, and hungry for more. The day stretched ahead of her with endless delicious possibilities.
Two paths lay before her:
Option 1: Emberlynn decides to test her new body and power immediately. She wakes Blitzo roughly and demands he replenish his energy so she can have intense sex with him again, pushing for another major growth spurt. She wants to become even taller, more muscular, and more goddess-like before leaving the house.
Option 2: Emberlynn chooses to focus on magic first. She spends the morning studying the grimoire more deeply, practicing and mastering the spells she already knows while trying to unlock stronger ones. She summons and absorbs more weak creatures to fuel her progress, all while keeping Blitzo as her reluctant servant and occasional test subject.
Which path does she choose?
“Mmm… Little Tiger is sleepy now,” she murmured, stretching luxuriously. Her new muscles flexed and rippled under pale skin. “All this magic and growing… it’s tiring work. Time for bed.”
She waved a lazy hand at the tentacles. “Okay, Squishy-kun, Wiggly-chan, everyone… you can relax now. But stay close. Make me a nice soft bed.”
The tentacles obeyed instantly. They unraveled from the throne shape and wove themselves into a large, plush, black nest on her bed—smooth, cool, and slightly bouncy. A few smaller ones curled up like pillows while two thick ones remained curled loosely around her waist and legs like protective blankets.
Emberlynn dismissed the rest with a satisfied sigh. They slithered back into the floorboards, leaving only faint, glistening trails behind. She crawled into the center of the tentacle nest, naked and glowing, and pulled a silky black sheet over herself.
“Night-night, Blitzy-kun,” she called sleepily toward the imp, who was still standing awkwardly near the door in his human disguise. “Don’t go anywhere. Mistress might want more fun in the morning~”
Blitzo muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “crazy bitch” under his breath, but he didn’t dare leave. He slumped into the corner armchair, arms crossed, and tried to get some rest himself.
Emberlynn drifted off almost instantly, a smug little smile on her face.
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Early morning light filtered through the heavy black curtains when Emberlynn stirred. The clock on her nightstand read 6:47 AM. She felt… incredible.
Her body had continued changing subtly while she slept. She was even more defined now—low body fat, high vascularity, every muscle sharply etched yet still beautifully feminine. Her breasts were fuller and firmer, her waist impossibly narrow, her ass round and powerful. Her light-purple hair had grown another inch overnight, cascading silkily down her back. Most noticeably, she felt stronger. The eldritch energy hummed steadily in her veins like a second heartbeat.
She sat up in the tentacle nest, stretched with a satisfied groan, and flexed both arms in front of the mirror. The biceps peaked beautifully.
“Rawrr~ Even better than last night,” she purred, turning to admire her reflection from every angle. “Little Tiger is getting so strong…”
Blitzo was still asleep in the armchair, snoring lightly. The grimoire hovered silently nearby, pages closed but faintly glowing, as if waiting for her command.
Emberlynn felt refreshed, ambitious, and hungry for more. The day stretched ahead of her with endless delicious possibilities.
Two paths lay before her:
Option 1: Emberlynn decides to test her new body and power immediately. She wakes Blitzo roughly and demands he replenish his energy so she can have intense sex with him again, pushing for another major growth spurt. She wants to become even taller, more muscular, and more goddess-like before leaving the house.
Option 2: Emberlynn chooses to focus on magic first. She spends the morning studying the grimoire more deeply, practicing and mastering the spells she already knows while trying to unlock stronger ones. She summons and absorbs more weak creatures to fuel her progress, all while keeping Blitzo as her reluctant servant and occasional test subject.
Which path does she choose?
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