User blog:Ore-samma/My Liche (Mamono transformation) (former demon lord)

Hello fans, Ore-samma here!

Another request fulfilled from this forum = https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000069888/r/4400000000000465435

'' I was hoping to see another story of yours from the perspective of a monster post-succubization (I say recent but ideally enough time for her to have accepted and understood the changes while still having to think about how it's affected her life, anywhere from 10-100 years). She is either in search of a mate, or trying to overcome the guilt of how many lives she's taken. Without much thought I decided that a lich or dragon was an obvious choice for this role ''

Okay, this is absolutely do-able and really fun to write. The other one that was like this (My Minotaur) has a different aspect to the transformation that is not shared with this Lich. I see the reason for that is cause a minotaur is not as magical as a Lich. So, there you have it.

I do hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

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' A magical scream resounded across the ether. '

' A magical ripple tore apart the fabric of reality. '

' The balance of power shifted. '

I stood from my research and focused on the sudden scream and grievous wound in reality.

There could have only been one reason why reality itself was changing…..was it….could it even be possible?

I looked upon my magical spheres of knowledge and the portals that linked me to the realms of this reality and beyond.

I casted my spells of detection and scrying and could only come to one conclusion.

A deity of our existence has fallen, and a new one was taking its place.

But….which one? Which deity fell?

The reality warp was so massive that it was impossible to tell. There was nothing but shockwaves of chaos upon discord, upon madness.

And then, it came….the mental and magical feedback of the ones it touched….the monsters of the world.

The screams were immense as the magical power that sustained the creatures of magic, legend, and mystery suddenly ceased. Even my own magical power was all but snuffed out as the former demon lord passed away.

Thankfully, I did not rely exclusively upon his influence and still had my own humanistic magical power that vastly outclassed the demonic energy that flowed through the world and corrupted it so.

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But….wait…..a new type of magic began to flow, take shape, and replaced what was once a magic and power that was seated in bloodthirst, hate, anger, and violence….with…..love?

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“So, the heroes of the Order have at last won.” I muttered as the outpour of the energy of love, compassion, desire, and harmony flowed into my veins of magical paths within my body and form.

I felt a certain melancholy about the demon lord falling. The demon lord kept balance in the world. The Order, and their deity represented so many idealis that would be of great benefit to the world, if only humans weren’t so corrupt.

But maybe….just maybe….it would turn out better this time. I sighed and closed my eyes as I felt the absolute longing and harmonious magic flowing through me….wait a second!

Breath? Eyes? I haven’t had either for several millennia!

I cast a quick spell and materialized a mirror and glanced at my reflection.



A vision of a young woman stared at me, purple eyes, pale...almost blue skin and the tattered remains of the cloak I wore over my skeleton.

“How odd.” I said, placing my hand to my chest and feeling the alien vibrations of me breathing, of a heart beating.

I turned to my magical spheres and tuned into the magical ether to hear that the screams of all monsters now turned into cries….for love? For a husband?

At the thought of a husband, I felt my cheeks turn a little warm and my thoughts immediately turned to the uncounted millennia I spent in isolation.

“So lonely.” I moaned, now looking at my research projects with a new set of eyes. What use was all this research and magical power worth, if it was all made irrelevant with this change of power?

I looked from one successful experiment and research project to the next, realizing that the change of magical power and energy made most of them worthless, inert, or dysfunctional.

“So much is gone!” I moaned. “Was this near-eternity spent in futility? Why did I do this? For power? Now it is all gone!” I wailed as I magically cleared my lab of the futility of what was once my obsession.

I cried….wait a second….how silly was that? I wiped my tears away and tried to stop, but the tears kept flowing with my bawling voice accompanying the grotesque show of emotions...wait a second- why should I be ashamed of my emotions?

Wait! Why was I feeling emotions?

I quickly opened my pocket dimension and withdrew my phylactery…..

“NO!” I squealed as my phylactery; a greater Balor skull, crumbled to dust in my hands, firmly seating my soul back into my form.

“Oh! Oh! What do I do?” I moaned, wringing my wrists as sensation overloaded my brain, as my loneliness through all this time started to gnaw on my soul, and as my desire for a husband was fueled by my need for magical power.

I rushed to my library and started to peruse the shelves…..there was something….that was here if I remember!

“Ah-Ha!” I cried out and held out a tome that was covered in erotic runes and Succubi artwork.

“How to please your man.” I muttered, “Chapter one...finding a man….”



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(later)

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I blinked as the magical energy drifted away from my sight, revealing the College of Magi that was in the northern reaches of the Nord kingdom of Skyrim.

It was a long ten years of research, but then again, it only seemed long because of how lonely I was. I’ve spent centuries researching spells, and besides….men were not exactly difficult to please, but the technique and taste was everything. And I'd be darned if I didn't know them all!

I magically knocked on the door of the College of Magi and was soon greeted by an apprentice, judging by his robe designation.

“May I help you?” He said, looking at me.

My mouth suddenly filled with saliva as I beheld the six foot seven, muscular Nord before me.

I swallowed, I initially planned to find an adept or a master mage to take as a husband….but…… I leaned closer and sniffed the man’s chest…..there surely was something to take on an apprentice….a virgin apprentice.

I felt my throat let out a cross between a deep growl and moan as I buried my face in his chest and ran my fingers in his long blonde hair and looked up into his ice-blue eyes that were filled with confusion….all framed by a square jawline and high cheekbones dusted just right by the perfect amount of facial stubble.

“Is there something wrong with you?” He said while gently pushing my head away from his chest. “Do you need help or something?”

“Yes!” I almost shouted. “I have come for you to be my apprentice, and husband!”

The Nord’s brow scrunched in confusion and he tried to slam the door in my face, but I stopped it and strode in.

“You are a feisty one, but you have great potential...husband potential, and magical potential!”

He raised his hands in magical defense that was laughable….he actually thought front-loading his barrier was a viable magical tactic? Please-

He gasped as it shattered and as my own magical power wrapped around him.

“Come husband, I have a lot to teach you….in my books….and my bed.”

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He tried to cry out, to call for help, but I dragged him through my portal that landed both of us right on my soft harpy down-feather bed.

He kept trying to use his magical power to get away, or escape. I took a thrilling delight that he didn’t try to attack me..

“Before we consummate our marriage.” I said, holding him down with my power. “I want to know your name.”

“Brian! And why are you doing this?” He cried out. “And what is your name, by the way?”

“I held my hand to my chest. I am Azalin, and I need you.” I released his bonds and let my charm spell flow through him, but also let his magical senses know it…..desperation was one thing, but I wasn’t going to have my first night with my husband be rape.

I snuggled to his chest and curled my fingers in his hair again. “Brian, don’t you like me? Will you stay and be my husband? I am an unparalleled magical master, I was once one of the high lich lords, and I want to teach you all I know. You can’t tell me that the College of Magi love you, or that they could give you one-on-one instruction with their high masters?”

With the side of my face on Brian’s muscular chest, I heard his heart race as I spoke of the benefit of him being my husband. His large hands started to stroke my own body and one of his hands covered my entire butt, fondling, grasping, groping, making me hot, making me need him inside me.

“I….can’t argue with that...” He said, his breath hoarse and uneven now.

“Hmmmmm, yes….I thought you would see the logic behind it all.” I purred as I rocked my hips against his hardened flesh under his robes.

He suddenly tightened his grip around me and flipped me over as I squealed in surprise and delight as his robe fell to the wayside, revealing a body that seemed to belong to a paladin versus a wizard apprentice.

I cried out in ecstasy as he grunted, heaving his body into mine with reckless abandon. I deftly flexed the muscles I learned about in my research and I felt his flesh grow unbearably hot and started to twitch….and release his hot seed within my womb.

I cried out again, holding him close….wrapping my legs around him…..feeling the unrivaled power of the  magic of love for the first time.