Lilith walked away from the village until she found a secluded clearing surrounded by dense trees. The sun had almost completely set, painting the sky in deepening shades of purple and blue. She looked around, ensuring no curious villagers had followed her, then took a deep breath.

  "Time to see if I can do this properly," she murmured to herself.

  Unlike her awkward attempt with the fireball spell, this time Lilith felt a strange confidence flowing through her. Her hands moved with practiced grace, tracing arcane symbols in the air that left faint violet trails. Words of power slipped from her lips—ancient, guttural syllables she'd never consciously learned yet understood perfectly. Each syllable resonated with meaning: doorway, sanctuary, domain, protection.

  The spell felt natural, like recalling a song she'd known since childhood but hadn't sung in years. Her body knew exactly what to do, her mind simply following along as if reading from a script written in her very essence.

  A shimmering violet tear appeared in the air before her, widening into an elegant archway rimmed with dancing flames. Through it, Lilith could see a grand entrance hall of obsidian and crimson marble.

  She felt her mana reserves dip—not dramatically, but noticeably. The sensation was peculiar, like a gentle tug somewhere deep inside her chest, followed by a hollow feeling that wasn't quite physical. Nothing like clicking a button in a game interface; this was intimate, internal.

  "That's... different," she said, examining the portal with a mixture of pride and concern.

  The thought of mana regeneration made her pause at the threshold. In this new reality, game mechanics had become biological imperatives. For a succubus, mana regeneration was tied directly to inner fire—a statistic the developers had never explicitly defined but had heavily implied was arousal.

  Lilith felt her cheeks warm as the implications sank in. To match the natural regeneration rate of other races, she'd need to maintain her inner fire at half its maximum capacity. And unlike other races, whose inner fire naturally decreased over time, hers would remain unless it exceeded 1000 points.

  "Great," she muttered. "So unless I do it regularly, I'm basically stuck being perpetually... horny."

  In the game, this had been a powerful advantage. Her character could outpace others in regeneration, and all she had to do was manage a number to avoid the Bliss state. After ascending to become an Ascended Demon, even that hadn't been much of an issue thanks to her Blissful Power ability.

  But now? Now it meant something far more personal and intimate.

  Lilith looked down at her blue-skinned body, considering for a moment if she should just... take care of it now. After all, she'd have to eventually, before the inner fire built up too much.

  "No," she shook her head firmly. "I might have accepted that this is my life now, but I'm not diving straight into that."

  Even as she made the decision, she could feel her body's subtle disagreement—a faint warmth spreading through her that had nothing to do with temperature. She'd moved past her horny teenager phase in real life, and she wasn't about to revert just because her body encouraged it.

  "When I do this," she told herself firmly, "it'll be somewhere comfortable, in a tasteful way, and definitely with a woman or at least by myself." The thought of being intimate with a man made her shudder. Just because she had a different body didn't mean her preferences had changed—at least, she didn't think so.

  With that resolution firmly in mind, Lilith stepped through the portal into her Infernal Sanctum. The entrance hall opened before her, exactly as she remembered from the game—opulent, darkly beautiful, and utterly hers.

  Shadow servants—elegant, ethereal figures with features she'd unconsciously designed—bowed as she entered. They moved with fluid grace but showed no more personality or sentience than NPCs had in the game. Perhaps they were merely constructs of the spell, magical automatons rather than thinking beings.

  "Well," Lilith said, surveying her domain, "at least I'll eat well before I have to worry about... other matters."

  She gestured to one of the servants, who immediately understood and led her toward the dining hall where a feast awaited. The delicacies of her personal hell would be her first indulgence—the more private ones could wait.

  * * *

  The next day arrived with startling swiftness. Lilith stirred as gentle hands touched her shoulder—a shadow servant, its features elegantly feminine yet somehow insubstantial, stood beside the massive four-poster bed. For a disorienting moment, she stared at the unfamiliar ceiling of polished obsidian, confusion clouding her mind.

  Then reality crashed back.

  "Right," she murmured, sitting up among silken sheets. "I'm Lilith now."

  The events of yesterday flooded back—the village, Miroslav, and her promise to escort his nephew Tomas to... Westbridge, that was it. She stretched languidly, her blue limbs extending with catlike grace as her wings unfurled slightly behind her. The movement felt natural, as if she'd been waking up in this body for centuries.

  "Time to get ready," she told herself, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.

  Lilith needed to clean herself. Though this demonic body didn't sweat—instead radiating a pleasant scent of vanilla mixed with something exotic she couldn't quite identify—dirt had still accumulated on her skin from yesterday's adventures.

  A flutter of apprehension passed through her. Bathing meant confronting this body fully, something she'd deliberately avoided last night before collapsing into exhausted sleep. She'd have to touch herself, see herself—truly acknowledge the physical reality of her transformation.

  "Prepare breakfast for me," she instructed the waiting servant, her voice coming out in that sultry contralto that still startled her. "And draw a bath."

  The shadow servant bowed silently and glided from the room, leaving Lilith alone with her thoughts. No showers in this medieval fantasy world, of course. Just baths.

  "Breakfast first," she decided firmly. "Let's delay the inevitable."

  In the dining hall, Lilith found a spread that would have impressed royalty. Platters of exotic fruits, some recognisable and others clearly from the fantasy realm of Infinity, glistened beside steaming pastries and delicate meats. Everything looked exactly as it had in the game—stylised, perfect, almost too beautiful to eat.

  She selected a pastry first, its crust flaking delicately as she bit into it. Flavour exploded across her tongue—sweet, rich, with hints of spices she couldn't name. The sensation was so intense it nearly made her gasp.

  "This is incredible," she murmured, reaching for another.

  As she ate, Lilith recalled her race's dietary restrictions. Succubi couldn't consume normal food without becoming nauseated; they required dishes prepared with Liquid Desire. Yet here she was, eating without discomfort. The shadow servants must have prepared everything appropriately.

  Liquid Desire. In the game, it had been depicted as an opalescent fluid stored in crystal vials. She'd never thought deeply about what it actually was, but now her enhanced mind made connections that sent a wave of heat to her cheeks.

  Perhaps it was some form of stored vitality? The taste was too exquisite, too perfect to be something base. It had to be energy, life essence distilled into culinary form. That made sense for a creature that fed on passion and desire.

  Lilith finished the last morsel and delicately wiped her lips with a napkin. The meal had been satisfying in a way that transcended mere hunger—it felt like it had nourished something deeper within her.

  "Now for the hard part," she sighed, rising from the table.

  The bathing chamber awaited, steam rising from a sunken pool of scented water. Shadow servants stood ready with towels and oils, their presence somehow both comforting and unnerving. Lilith dismissed them with a wave, needing privacy for this moment of vulnerability.

  As the door closed behind them, she stood alone before the bath, staring at her reflection in the polished wall. A stranger looked back at her—beautiful, powerful, inhuman. She would have to become acquainted with every inch of this new form.

  * * *

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  Lilith stood alone in the steaming bathing chamber, her reflection staring back at her from the polished obsidian walls. She'd been avoiding this moment—truly acknowledging the body she now inhabited. With a deep breath, she reached for the simple shift she'd worn to bed, her delicate blue fingers working at the fabric.

  "It's just a body," she whispered to herself, the sultry voice still foreign to her ears. "My body now."

  The garment slipped away, pooling at her feet. Lilith stood naked, vulnerable, her eyes traveling over curves and contours that belonged to her yet remained unfamiliar. The blue skin gleamed in the ambient light, smooth and flawless. She'd glimpsed herself yesterday when changing clothes, but had deliberately avoided lingering on the details, her mind too overwhelmed by the larger implications of her situation.

  Now, there was nowhere to hide.

  Her wings twitched slightly behind her, responding to her nervousness. The spaded tail curled around one ankle, an unconscious gesture of self-comfort. Lilith approached the sunken bath, steam rising invitingly from its surface. The water was infused with something fragrant—jasmine, perhaps, with undertones of exotic spices she couldn't name.

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  She dipped one foot in tentatively. The temperature was perfect—hot enough to soothe without scalding. Lilith eased herself in, a small gasp escaping her lips as the water enveloped her new form. Every nerve ending seemed to sing with pleasure at the simple sensation of warmth against skin.

  "Gods," she breathed, sinking deeper. The water lapped at her breasts, and the sensation sent an unexpected shiver through her.

  This was different—so different from any bath she'd experienced before. Her enhanced senses transformed the simple act into something transcendent. She could feel each individual droplet as it caressed her skin, could detect subtle currents in the water as her movements disturbed its surface. The steam carried complex aromas that human senses would have missed entirely, layering the experience with new dimensions of pleasure.

  Lilith leaned back against the edge of the bath, letting her head rest on the smooth stone. She closed her eyes, intending to simply soak and relax. But awareness of her body refused to fade. Each tiny movement—the brush of her thighs together, the way her breasts floated slightly in the water, the gentle sweep of her tail beneath the surface—demanded attention.

  Something stirred within her, an insistent warmth that had nothing to do with the temperature of the bath. Lilith opened her eyes, looking down at herself through the clear water. Her breasts, full and perfect, rose from the water's surface, droplets glistening on blue skin.

  "This shouldn't be happening," she muttered, recognising the growing arousal. "It's my own body."

  But that was precisely the problem. This wasn't the body she'd known for twenty-five years. This was something new, something that embodied every fantasy she'd ever crafted into Lilith's design. The perfect proportions, the flawless skin, the sensual curves—she'd created this form as the ultimate object of desire. And now, experiencing it from within, that desire had nowhere to go but inward.

  "Fine," she whispered, relenting. "Just a little touch. For... science."

  Her hand rose from the water, hesitating for a moment before cupping her left breast. The contact sent a jolt through her system, pleasure radiating outward from that simple touch. Lilith gasped, nearly pulling away in shock.

  "That's... intense," she breathed, surprised by her body's responsiveness.

  She tried again, this time prepared for the sensation. Her fingers traced the curve of her breast, marvelling at its weight and softness. When her thumb brushed across the nipple, a moan escaped unbidden from her lips, echoing against the stone walls.

  Lilith paused, momentarily embarrassed by her own reaction. But the arousal didn't diminish—if anything, it intensified, a heat building low in her abdomen. She recognised the futility of resistance. This body operated by different rules, and denying its needs would only make them more insistent.

  "It's for science," she repeated, the excuse sounding hollow even to her own ears.

  Her exploration continued, more deliberate now. Both hands cupped her breasts, kneading gently, testing their sensitivity. Each touch sent waves of pleasure cascading through her, building upon themselves in ways she'd never experienced before. Her nipples hardened under her attention, becoming exquisitely responsive points of sensation.

  "Different," she gasped, comparing the experience to what she'd known as Jacob. "So different."

  Where before pleasure had been focused, concentrated, this was diffuse—spreading through her entire body like ripples in a pond. Each sensation seemed to flow into the next, building gradually rather than racing toward a single point.

  Her hands ventured lower, tracing the subtle definition of her abdomen, the flare of her hips. The water made her skin slick, enhancing every touch. Lilith found herself arching into her own caresses, her breathing quickening.

  The bathroom began to echo with her soft moans, the sounds startling her with their feminine pitch and unrestrained quality. She'd never been vocal before, but this body seemed determined to express its pleasure audibly.

  As her arousal mounted, Lilith became aware of a distinct sensation between her thighs—an emptiness, an ache, demanding attention. She hesitated, her hand hovering just above the juncture of her legs. This was the final frontier, the most intimate acknowledgment of her transformation.

  "Just do it," she whispered to herself, gathering courage.

  Her fingers descended, brushing tentatively against the sensitive bundle of nerves at her centre. The contact sent a shock of pleasure so intense that Lilith cried out, her back arching involuntarily. Her brain seemed to short-circuit, rational thought temporarily suspended by the overwhelming sensation.

  "Oh my god," she gasped, trembling. This was nothing like what she'd expected.

  The fire that had been building slowly now exploded into an inferno, consuming her awareness. Lilith no longer cared about any excuses. Her fingers moved of their own accord, circling the sensitive nub that sent electricity coursing through her with each touch.

  Water splashed over the edge of the bath as she shifted, spreading her thighs wider. Curiosity drove her to venture further, a single finger slipping inside her new sex. The sensation drew a long, shuddering moan from her throat. The internal pressure, the textured feeling of her inner walls, the way she could feel her own finger in exquisite detail—it was overwhelming in its novelty.

  "More," she whispered, surprising herself with the demand.

  A second finger joined the first, the slight stretch creating a new dimension of pleasure. Lilith's toes curled beneath the water as she established a rhythm, her fingers curling to find spots of heightened sensitivity. Her wings fluttered unconsciously, disturbing the water's surface and sending more splashes over the edge of the bath.

  Soon, she found herself using both hands—one working inside, fingers pumping and curling, while the other focused on the sensitive bundle of nerves above. The dual stimulation created a harmony of sensation that had her gasping for breath, her head thrown back against the edge of the bath.

  "Oh god, oh god," she chanted, the pressure building to unprecedented levels.

  There was a desperate quality to her movements now, an insistent "itch" deep inside that she was frantically trying to satisfy. Her hips bucked against her hands, seeking more, deeper, faster. Water sloshed violently around her, spilling onto the floor with each movement.

  Lilith felt herself approaching something monumental—a precipice beyond which lay something she couldn't quite comprehend. Her body tensed, trembling on the edge of release, every muscle straining toward that unknown culmination.

  When it finally happened, it was cataclysmic.

  A scream tore from her throat as pleasure exploded through her, radiating outward from her core in waves that seemed endless. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around her fingers, her back arched so severely she nearly lifted from the water. Her wings spread wide, knocking over bottles of oil at the bath's edge, while her tail thrashed beneath the surface.

  The orgasm rolled through her in pulses, each one slightly less intense than the last but still powerful enough to leave her gasping. It was longer, more all-encompassing than anything she'd experienced as Jacob—a full-body phenomenon rather than a localised release.

  For several moments afterwards, Lilith could only float in the water, breathing heavily, her mind blissfully empty. Aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through her, little reminders of the intensity she'd just experienced.

  Gradually, rational thought returned. Lilith opened her eyes to survey the aftermath of her exploration. Water covered the floor in puddles, bottles lay overturned, and the bath itself was half-empty, its contents having been enthusiastically displaced during her throes of pleasure.

  "Well," she said to the empty room, her voice slightly hoarse, "that was... educational."

  Surprisingly, she felt no shame or disgust—only a profound sense of satisfaction and a new understanding of her body's capabilities. The experience hadn't been merely pleasurable; it had been transcendent, a revelation of what this form could feel.

  Lilith sat up in the cooling water, pushing wet hair back from her face. "So this is what I'll be experiencing regularly now," she mused aloud. The prospect no longer seemed daunting—quite the opposite, in fact.

  A small voice in the back of her mind wondered if her acceptance was entirely natural. Was this the "Succubus Mindset" at work? The game lore had described it as an innate pull toward intimacy, a psychological orientation that made succubi view the world through a lens of desire. Perhaps her quick adaptation to these new pleasures wasn't entirely her own choice.

  But did it matter? Whether her acceptance came from Jacob's consciousness or Lilith's inherent nature, the result was the same. This was her reality now—this body, these sensations, these needs.

  "No changing it now," she said with a small smile, rising from the bath. Water cascaded from her blue skin as she stepped onto the flooded floor. "Might as well enjoy the perks."

  She reached for a towel, dabbing at her skin. The simple touch of fabric against her still-sensitive body sent pleasant shivers through her. Lilith paused, momentarily distracted by the sensation before shaking her head with a rueful laugh.

  "Focus," she told herself firmly. "You have a job to do today. Escort Tomas to Westbridge, gather information, figure out what happened to your empire."

  The reminder of her larger purpose helped ground her. Pleasant as these discoveries were, they were merely a sidebar to her main objective: understanding this world and her place in it. Lilith wrapped the towel around herself, her mind already turning to the day ahead and the journey to Westbridge.

  As she left the bathing chamber, she couldn't help but glance back at the scene of her awakening with a small smile. Whatever challenges awaited her in this new existence, at least some aspects promised to be thoroughly enjoyable.

  * * *

  Lilith dried herself methodically, finding unexpected pleasure in the simple act of towelling off her new form. The soft fabric glided over her damp skin, each touch a whisper of sensation that reminded her of her recent discovery. When she reached for her leather armour, she noticed something different—not in the armour itself, but in her perception of it.

  Yesterday, she'd donned these garments purely for practicality, a disguise to blend in with the humans. Today, she found herself appreciating how the supple leather hugged her curves, accentuating rather than merely concealing. The bodice cinched at her waist, the breeches followed the contours of her thighs—all designed for movement, yes, but also undeniably flattering.

  "Interesting," she murmured, adjusting a strap across her shoulder. "Is this me noticing, or is it her nature bleeding through, or maybe both?"

  The question of where Jacob ended and Lilith began was becoming increasingly blurred. Perhaps it didn't matter. Perhaps they were always one and the same.

  Fully dressed, Lilith approached the polished metal that served as a mirror in her chambers. She concentrated, summoning the Human Visage spell with careful focus. The magic responded instantly, flowing over her like water, transforming her demonic features into a human facade. She watched as her blue skin warmed to a rosy white, her horns receded, her violet eyes shifted to emerald green.

  She studied the result critically, comparing it to her memory of yesterday's appearance. The freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks, the auburn waves of hair, the subtle curve of her now-human ears—everything seemed consistent. Lilith released a breath she hadn't realised she was holding.

  "Good," she said to her reflection. "Consistency is key if I'm going to pull this off."

  Though the face looking back at her was technically her own now, it still carried a hint of strangeness, like wearing clothes that fit perfectly but belonged to someone else. Even after the intimate exploration in the bath, seeing this unfamiliar visage responding to her thoughts and expressions remained disconcerting.

  Lilith turned away from the mirror, mentally checking her mana reserves. The Human Visage spell had begun its slow drain, a constant trickle of power required to maintain the illusion. It wasn't severe—she could hold it for days without issue—but the awareness of it lingered at the edge of her consciousness, like the soft ticking of a clock.

  "At least the bathroom experience filled it completely," she thought wryly, recalling how her mana had surged back to full capacity after her climax. That, at least, was consistent with what she knew of succubus physiology from the game lore—pleasure and desire fuelled their magic, a trait that had once seemed like mere titillating game mechanics but now represented a fundamental aspect of her existence.

  With a final glance around her chambers, Lilith headed for the exit of her Infernal Sanctum. As she reached the threshold between her domain and the mortal world, she lifted her hand and, without conscious thought, made a dismissive gesture. The entire structure shimmered and vanished, the pocket dimension folding in on itself until nothing remained but the forest clearing where she'd originally cast the spell.

  The act startled her. She hadn't deliberately chosen to dispel the Sanctum—her body had simply done it, as naturally as blinking.

  "That's... new," she muttered, staring at her hand as if it belonged to someone else. She'd already noticed how combat abilities and spellcasting came to her instinctively, knowledge surfacing when needed. But this felt different, more deeply ingrained. Not knowledge but habit, like muscle memory from years of practice she'd never actually experienced.

  Lilith shook her head, pushing the unsettling thought aside. "No time to waste on useless thought processes," she reminded herself. The morning was advancing, and Tomas would be waiting for her escort to Westbridge.

  With purposeful strides, she turned toward Oakhollow village, her human disguise perfect, her mind focused on the task ahead.