A death and a birth..

A bolt of jagged blue lightning streaks towards the creature. It howls, but it isn't seriously hurt - if anything, it has become enraged by the attack. In a fit of rage it smashes Petros into the dust - then turns its sights upon you. With a growl of longing, it grabs you and, to your horror, drools a sticky black ichor, which streams onto your flesh. Where it lands, the former softness is gone, and in place is the hairy, rough flesh of the monster - but, despite being an almost perfect version of the monster, now, there is one difference.

You are still female. The monster's bride.

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