There was a fire lit in Markus’s mind. Whether he knew it or not, his biological imperative had been activated. A flaw in the great machine, that perhaps made it perfect. How could an imperfection make something perfect?

It made him perfect by making him real. He was a biological being and not in fact a storm made flesh. None appreciated this fact more than Trixie. She watched over her Markus day in and day out. When he farmed the pestilence dungeon she searched the market district for proper nourishment for Markus.

Taking a pyramid chart of what the human diet consisted of she felt a tad repetitive. All she consumed were brains. They all had a unique perspective, the occasional new twinge of a broken childhood, and delicious dreams that were forever stored inside her tentacles. She wiped the drool away and continued her thought process.

He needed berries to keep his brain from swelling, meat for rebuilding muscles, milk to enhance the growth of his strong bones, and sex to relieve his biological needs. The perfect machine needed its fuel. That is why while he fought all manner of disease ridden creature, she was hunting for a prostitute.

The irony wasn’t lost on her. But there was disease resistant underwear for a reason. She had eaten enough brains to know what a diseased prostitute looked like. She easily crossed the boundary separating the wealthy side of the merchant district from the filthy rich side. Emphasis on the filthy.

Sex and points went together well enough there were a few prostitutes who were rather powerful. Most focused strictly on charisma to increase their flow of points. Trixie would normally eat a few to get a taste for the profession but Markus was beginning to show signs of frustration. If she was to fulfill her role of partner, then letting his needs go unsatisfied wouldn’t do.

Why didn’t she do it herself? It wasn’t a lack of love or desire, it was for safety reasons. They petted and touched one another but Markus ran into a wall once on his way to the bathroom. The hole left by his member ended any desire she had for it, until she was a powerful adult. As an adult her power would be comparable to his own. Coupling physically was possible but rare.

She walked past the dilapidated housing and drag addicts. Only the desperate would live in the buffer. It was here that cults often snatched their victims. To offer it to some eldritch god or to make a giant brain collage named Calvin. The research agency who eventually took over the study of the brain in the jar named it Calvin. Since meeting Markus, she has never been hungry enough to consider eating Calvin.

The Lore Wardens labeled Calvin a Brain Chimera. She felt offended for Stan, that he shared a category with Calvin.

Back on topic, she didn’t hunt the buffer district, she preferred her meals to be a bit on the smarter side. Just dumb enough to get caught unaware. Knights of Gilver were perfect examples. Skilled in assassination, Martial Skills, Potions, and medicine at times she was confused by the skill sets her meals kept.

When the buffer section ended she came upon several fancy estate buildings some with hundreds of rooms devoted to orgies, baby making, and pleasure. This section was responsible for filling many of the state ran orphanages that dotted the surrounding towns. An honorable role for sure. Some women had up to 20 children for the kingdom. If they weren’t criminals taken off the streets, then they would surely be paid handsomely.

Trixie followed the signs to the exotics section of the district. A building was labeled the Merchant of Sex. She walked inside and rang a bell. A receptionist walked out of the back and sat down. She was a succubus in a loose suit. Her horns were filed down to make her look more human.

“Hello there, not many mind flayers want to take up the job are you down on your luck. Or just want to have a good time and make money doing it.” The succubus said and smiled.

“My name is Trixie and I’m here to find a prostitute to take care of my master’s needs. She needs to be sturdy do you have any capable of taking a war hammer to the womb?” The succubus’s eyes narrowed.

“So, your master is the type to beat up women to get off huh. Well we do have a few who are into that sort of thing. But has he done anything to you. There are laws protecting us monsters in the service of cruel masters.

“No, his dick thrusts with enough horse power to rip through a marble wall. I’m not looking for a punching bag, I’m looking for a punching bag. Do you have anyone who can take blow after blow without effort?” Trixie said.

The succubus looked troubled. She turned her head to the side. “He isn’t really big. He just has so much strength that a normal girl would be ripped in half.” The succubus tapped her lips for a few seconds. “What you need is either a hill giantess, a metal slime girl, or a phantasmal creature.” The succubus said.

Trixie perked up at that. Progress already, she had hoped for a lead but three, now that was excellent. “By the way before you help me out does anyone check in on you often. Its dangerous back here.” Trixie said.

“That’s sweet of you to worry, but no I can take care of myself. Not many men can take on a succubus.” The woman thrust her tits out.

Trixie smiled, “good. You know what you said about my Markus wasn’t nice. It was down right slanderous.” The succubus had an adorable look on her face. Like she was struggling to process something but wasn’t quite fast enough.

She struck wrapping her arms and legs around the woman. Her tentacles rammed down the succubus’s throat to stop her from screaming. Tentacles rose up and out of the succubus’s nose. It was a good thing she ground down her horns. They would have been an obstacle.

“Your really good at deep throating miss secretary, it must drive the little boys you eat crazy. I want you to know this isn’t personal or because you besmirched my Markus’s honor with your words. I’m not silly enough to consider honor when choosing my meals. I eat when I’m hungry and its your own fault for showing so much skin. I know you’re afraid and don’t worry I’ll put what skills you have to good use. And thank you for the tips that was very helpful. Crack,” she sank her teeth through the meaty outer layer of skin and into the skull. Her tentacles continued moving along the Succubus’s body. They crept down until she had explored every inch of her prey.

The brain was spicy with passion and gossip. The little secretary would have shouted that Markus was a woman beater. She had killed so many men drank them dry in the prime of their youth. She loved the evil ones they tasted so interesting.

Now that she had the Succubus’s memories a tentacle job would probably do the trick. It seemed she wasted her trip. Tossing the Succubus’s body to the side, she licked around the inside of the skull to get every bit of grey matter. She loved the sense of completion it gave her.