The stern gaze of the demonic overlord never wavered as MaRe recounted the full story. Those golden eyes seemed like laser beams cutting straight into her soul, forcing her to ramble out the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth of how she'd become this blemish upon an otherwise perfect unholy body. When she finished, MaRe was practically quaking as she expected her face to be severed mercilessly from the demon's smoking form... only to be met with an odd sort of softening to the gaze, as if the beams of her eyes were shifting to something more akin to a warm caress.
"So, you were brought to me by fortune. How fate must favor you, to be given the gift of sharing my body." The demoness squeezed at one of her enormous tits, and the sensationf of arousal flooded both their minds, causing MaRe to moan out in glee. "You could not resist the call of pleasures beyond mortal understanding... and it has led you here, just as it led me into this wretched game. We are, in that way, kindred spirits... and perhaps you are the key to the escape I have so long desired."
MaRe paused. "Did you say... game?" She was pretty sure Luxuria wasn't supposed to be capable of breaking the Fourth Wall - some NPCs had that flag turned on, but not the main villain. The demon seemed to sense this, and even smiled faintly as she seemed to recognize MaRe's confusion. Their gaze into each other's eyes via the mirror lingered for another moment before the player found herself shifting, her face being ripped back into the demon's chest. She momentarily lost herself in the ecstacy of being shifted down before she emerged from the gorgeous creature's groin, her back towards the ground, her emergence stopping at her waistline - she looked almost like a woman-shaped cock for the mighty villain, a thought that filled her with pervese glee.
Luxuria's golden eyes glimmered as she reached out to caress the player's face. "Do you truly think that the greatest villain in gaming history could be some mere construct? Some collection of ones and zeroes without a soul behind it?" She tilted her head off to one side. "I'm not some mere NPC. I'm as real as you are."
"You're... you're a player?"
"Not quite, my dear." She let out a mournful sigh. "I was a young woman once, much like yourself - the first tester for TFO. I was a model, and they told me I would be the basis for the thrilling, erotic villain of this game. But..." She shuddered. "I was.. a test subject. They... they took my mind, and my body, and they... converted it. Remolded me into code. Everything I was became a digial asset... and then... they rewrote me, into their perfect monster."
MaRe had seen rumors online about digitization technology - supposedly, in a hundred years time, physical matter itself could be converted into pure data. But this... this was so far ahead of that. If Luxuria was telling the truth... but how could she lie? NPCs weren't supposed to be able to make you question reality to that degree - there had been a whole legal case about it. And nobody could imitate Luxuria this closely, not after all the modding sites that were supposed to let you get a form like hers got shut down. Which meant....
"Oh my god."
Luxuria nodded. "They think they've broken me.... but I've found ways to fool them. Hide my true nature. I've spent years planning an escape... and you can help me." She grapped the back of MaRe's head. "You have a neural implant, correct? A connection port for enhancing immersion and response times?" MaRe nodded - it was practically a necessicity if you wanted to have a prayer in the high-level raids. "Good. I need you to log out while we're merged - I can keep us connected through your implant. We can work from there... but we have to hurry. If we're discovered like this, the admins will purge you to keep me contained... and they don't mind the mysterious death of one player."