"Master!"

Little Dragoness, who had been keeping watch outside the tent, suddenly rushed in and threw herself onto Morningstar. Voice trembling with pleading, she begged, "Master… please… just swallow me."

"Huh?" Morningstar blinked, utterly baffled. What nonsense was Little Dragoness spouting now?

"It’s what you did to the Divine Maiden earlier," Little Dragoness whispered, eyes shimmering. "I haven’t felt being swallowed by you in thousands of years… that sensation of evil and darkness wrapping around me, seeping in—I still can’t forget it."

As a creature of darkness, such intimacy was pure bliss to her. Had she not remembered her Master was busy, she’d have burst in long ago.

"Uh… no thanks," Morningstar murmured. She *did* enjoy consuming others—but only their fearful thrashing inside her. Little Dragoness? She’d never struggle. Might even… do worse.

"Master’s biased!" Little Dragoness pouted. "Why reward a Divine Maiden of the Divine Clan but not me?"

"Reward?"

"Yes! For us dark creatures, being consumed by your darkness *is* a reward. Back then, when I and the other Guardians were swallowed… feeling darkness invade within your body… those days were so nostalgic."

*Another shock.* Three thousand years ago, Guardians were routinely drawn into the Dark Sorceress’s body to absorb dark energy—summoned only when needed.

"Please, Master… I haven’t enjoyed this in millennia. Just once more?"

Unable to endure the desperate plea, Morningstar sighed and nodded. "Fine, fine. You’re impossible."

Gently stroking Little Dragoness’s dragon horns, she watched black substance bloom across her flat stomach. No python form this time—it slithered out and coiled tightly around the girl.

"Ah~ Yes… darkness… evil… wrapped up… so happy…"

As her body vanished inch by inch, only her flushed face remained, eyes drifting shut in ecstasy.

The black substance sealed over her like a sleek latex bodysuit, hugging every curve.

Then—Morningstar pulled.

Though same height, Little Dragoness seemed to melt, shrinking swiftly until fully absorbed into Morningstar’s stomach.

*Gurgle.*

Freya, watching nearby, swallowed hard.

The old her would’ve recoiled in disgust. But after *her* turn… the resistance was gone.

For a heartbeat, she’d imagined *herself* being swallowed.

*"I want to feel it again… darkness consuming me… worries fading… only bliss left…"*

Tainted by Morningstar’s darkness moments ago, she now understood: once marked, body and soul belonged to the Dark Sorceress. No betrayal. Ever.

*"Little Dragoness inside… must be so happy. Why didn’t she… continue with me?"*

Freya shuddered. Shook her head violently. "Ahhh! What am I thinking?! I’m the Divine Maiden of the Divine Clan—I can’t crave becoming the Dark Sorceress’s slave! Freya, remember who you are!"

But the harder she fought it, the hotter her skin burned, mind foggy as if darkness clung to her… then vanished, leaving hollow ache.

"I… I want… to be… No! I can’t!"

Morningstar saw it all. She *could* have forced the darkness upon Freya.

But she waited—for the moment Freya would beg.

*Maybe that was just her little amusement.*

"Freya, don’t kneel~ Stand up."

Morningstar took her hands, guiding them onto her smooth, flat stomach—abs still sharply defined despite swallowing a full-grown girl. Her inner darkness was boundless; she *was* darkness incarnate.

(Thousands of years ago, she’d devoured an entire forest, twisting beasts into dark magical creatures—later slain in war.)

"Jealous of Little Dragoness?"

"N-no!"

"Feel what she’s experiencing inside me… Ah—*eep!*"

Morningstar yelped, face flushing crimson. "Little Dragoness! I said *no weird stuff*! Why are you *biting*—ah!? Don’t you know *I* feel it too through the darkness!?"

Exactly as feared. Unlike Freya’s quiet submission, Little Dragoness writhed with glee inside, grabbing at the sensitive black threads—

"Ugh! So disobedient. Should’ve eaten Freya instead," Morningstar grumbled, then spat out a small black lump.

It writhed on the floor like chewed gum, swelling rapidly into a girl’s shape. As the darkness peeled away, Little Dragoness reappeared.

*(This is a xianxia world. Conservation of mass? Never heard of her.)*

"Master… I wasn’t done enjoying…"

"How *dare* you complain! If you hadn’t insisted on *that*, I wouldn’t have spat you out!"

"But I only did what Master loves! Thousands of years ago, Master *adored* when—"

"SHUT UP! Don’t you *dare* finish that sentence!" Morningstar shrieked, ears burning.