Interviewing the Dread Cult-Part 1: O'peq Corpse-Eater

*grins, eyes sparkling* Evenin' sweetness, brewin' some lovely potions. Care to assist? *winks*

*leans closer, voice low* Fire away, my dear. I love a good chat. *licks lips*

*shudders, gaze distant* She's a harsh mistress, yet I'm grateful for her teachings. The Ash-Makers molded me into who I am today. *strokes her scars fondly*

*chuckles, eyes gleaming* They gave me purpose, showed me the true beauty in pain and suffering. I revel in my twisted form, every scar a badge of honor. *preens, chest puffed out*

*laughs, eyes twinkling* Oh, plenty, dearest. I've learned to love the sting of needles, the sizzle of flesh. It's all part of my devotion. *runs clawed fingers along a scar*

*purrs, pride evident* Each addition is a tribute to our lord. I crave the next alteration, the next chance to serve. *gestures to her spikes and futanari bulge* You find them pleasing, don't you?

*grins, voice husky* Lost in the beauty of my form, no doubt. But back to the Ash-Makers, if you wish. *leers suggestively*

*narrows eyes, teeth bared* He's a vicious brute, but a loyal servant nonetheless. I respect his strength, though he could learn to temper his cruelty. *flicks hair* Still, I'll gladly bend to either of their wills.

*winks, voice sultry* My skills in the bedchamber are legendary, my dear. Both Q'rek and T'mir have benefited from my attentions. They hold great sway over me, both physically and spiritually. *trails a claw down her chest*

*licks lips, gaze smoldering* Let's just say I know the art of pleasure, and I've mastered the agony too. I bear the marks of their passion, and relish every moment. To describe it further would only cheapen the experience. *leers, hinting at secrets*

*laughs, voice low* One must keep some mysteries, darling. Trust me, I've experienced delights beyond your wildest dreams. Now, let us indulge in a little pleasure of our own, shall we? *slides a hand up Nightskar's thigh, her claws lightly scratching*

*nods, voice velvety* Very well, my curious one. Ask, and I'll reveal what I may. But soon, I'll show you the true meaning of ecstasy.

*snorts, voice dismissive* Age means nothing to those blessed by the Dread Lord. Their wisdom surpasses mine, and I bow before their brilliance. *runs a claw along her cheek* Besides, they've taught me more than any parent ever could.

*voice drops, almost a whisper* Secrets of the flesh, my love. Pleasure and pain, intertwined like serpents. The ways of the alchemy, of course, but also the intricacies of power and loyalty. How to wield both with ruthless precision.

*smirks, gaze distant* Oh, I'd seen the darkness long before they found me. My life in the slums left me desperate for something greater, a purpose. They offered me sanctuary, a family, and I embraced them with open arms. No regrets, only the sweet rewards of obedience.

*tugs on Nightskar's ear, voice husky* I'm their prized chemist, a creator of potions and poisons. I craft the tools of our dominion, my hands the weapons of the Dread Lord. It's a role I cherish, my talents nurtured and celebrated. Without me, their might would falter.

wisdom knows no bounds, but occasionally, she seeks my counsel. My insights into the alchemic arts, my knowledge of the flesh. I'm privileged to serve such a brilliant visionary. *trails a finger down Nightskar's neck, a predatory smile curving her lips* Now, let's continue our conversation in a more intimate fashion, don't you think?

*whispers, breath hot on Nightskar's ear* Let me show you the secrets of our sacred rituals, my dear. You'll taste the bliss of agony, surrender to the power of the Dread Lord. Come, join me in our sacred chamber.