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“I want to make a shapeshifter muse of malleable gender with all the degenerate kinks that go along with shapeshifting.”

“Taking care of them in what way?” She would ask in this smooth elegant tone that sort of gave an additional impression to her already mature appearance.

She hit like a truck, that was for sure. From the couple times she got tagged and the destruction she’d sewn in her greater attempts, Mal could verify that much.  Still, she was no more experienced than the young punks in Haley’s gang as far as the former delinquent was concerned.

“You sure fuckin’ talk shit better than you fight. But I’ll be real with ya, you’re not even the toughest gang leader I’ve fought. She’d each your fuckin’ lunch for sure as you are now. Maybe chill out before you really piss me off.” 

❝ Frum wone Bezerker tonanother. Youve snacks? ❞  Not even done with her current cookie, a glance was one the fox-eared chef. Perhaps she was willing to share some?

At least he was using her title, even if she knew she wasn’t allowed to leave.

This lab wasn’t nearly the chaotic mess that her original lab with, but that meant that there was less potion backfire.

The keyword being ‘less’ not ‘no’.

“What do you want, Aamon?” He said that he was interested in her projects, but all he ever came down here to do was stick his dick in her. Luckily for her, pregnancy didn’t impede her much, if only because of her bizarre anatomy.

“I made a bottle bomb that will cause the person breathing it to grow to the point that it impedes their movement. It would make holding captives easier. I have one that should cause the person imbibing it to release irresistible pheremones, which would let them get people to do things for them, as well as-”

She’s gonna go on for a while.

Of course if Aamon was ever busy, he sent down some other minion of his to check in on Lady Dark. Though his most enjoyable use for the ladies he ‘recruited’ was using them as cumdumps, there were practical uses he needed to keep track of as well. And Lady Dark’s different potions and tinctures all helped the Incubus gain plenty of power... either through more captives, or through more creative potions.

Though he did clearly have an ulterior motive in mind, he would listen to her list of the full list of experiments she had conducted. He was a Prince of Lust, sure, but he was also no fool. He had given her quite a lot to work for him - a state of the art facility, all the regents she needed at the drop of the hat, as well as easily obtained live test subjects.

Still, as she continued to list off new inventions of her’s, it would be impossible to ignore the fact that the Incubus was getting closer. Those natural pheromones of his began to waft around the air, as his gaze slowly shifted away from her experiments and towards her.