>Upon washing up on a beach, this woman groggily awakes, stumbling through sand under a pale moon she makes her way down the barren landscape filled with nothing but sand. Hunger strikes through her as she searches for signs of life, when luckily she spots light in the distance. Growing closer however she discovers the sources of light were not more than strange spikes jutting from the ground, anchoring hideous creatures in place. Curiosity gets the best of her and as she lays a hand down upon one of these creatures, their prisons shatter and their cries fill the air. However instead of turning against this vagrant, the beasts shudder and collapse as swirling pink energy seeps into the air before diving towards the woman.
>Instinctively the woman brings her arms up, even in her weakened state she calls upon the power that had lead to her exile in the first place, and a fireball sings through the air. The ball of flames punches right through the surging pink energy but does nothing to stop it, and it swirls around the witch's volley of flames before suffocating her in its essence of lust.
>As the wall of corruption hits the witch it splits apart, the upper half surrounding her head and worming its way inside of her. The other half of the magical essence snakes down her body towards her nether lips, easily pushing aside her ragged clothing as it brushes against her most sensitive parts. As pure, corrupting lust worms its way inside of the witch's head she finds herself growing hot and dizzy, soon she falls on her rear into the sand, trying to compose herself as  the heavy fog of corruption around her seeps in through her ears and mouth.
>Inside of her head, the witch can feel the taint of the lust essence, it writhing around her brain and tainting her mind. Steeling her mind, the witch tries to push out the corruption, to try and fight it off, but suddenly she lets out a gasp of pleasure, moaning into the night sky, the lower tentacle of magic energy had made its move. For the first time in her life, the witch felt her lower lips spread apart to make room for a shaft that wasn't there, for a tentacle of energy that was otherwordly, her virginity being claimed by something inhuman and immaterial.
>Pleasure buzzed in the witch's mind, her earlier resolve to fight off the essence being pummeled into submission as the squirming appendage inside of her forced itself deeper into her maidenhood. It felt as though her nerves were melting as the tentacle wormed its way into her, leaving its taint behind as it explored her depths, making the witch cry out in agony and pleasure, allowing more of the essence to squirm down her throat.
>Even caught in the throes of such pleasure, an even greater height of ecstasy was reached as the witch felt the length splitting her apart smack against something, the entry to her womb. Instinctively her body tried to clench down around the tentacle inside of her, but far too much of the corruption had pushed its way inside, and continued to push its way inside. "A-a-aaaaahhh!!"
>Climax shook the witch's body as the essence breached her cervix and dug its way inside of her womb, splitting her wide open and making way for more of itself. The fog that surrounded her head had dissipated, all of the essence once suffocating her now packed inside of her head and womb, the witch feeling her ovaries beginning to fill with the pure corruptive force. Her fingers dug into the sand as the corruption had its way with her insides, her mind melting in pleasure as she felt her ovaries twist and turn as they became corrupted.
>Pressure grew inside of the woman and she could do nothing more than try and bare it. Slowly, the pressure growing inside of her began to dissipate, her lower body becoming numb. For a moment relief snuck its way into the lust-addled witch's mind, at least until a horribly wet noise filled the air. Pleasure erupted through the woman's body again as she threw her head back and cried out, the essence of lust having succeeded in its task. Agonizingly the witch turned her head towards her lower body and dread filled her as she saw an incredibly long shaft poking from between her legs, the same soft pale skin as her own twisted into the shape of a man's cock with pre dripping from the tip, each drop of arousal tinted pink.
>Terror filled the witch as her eyes locked onto the turgid length sticking into the air from beneath her legs, faintly she whispered a question that needed no answer, "I-Is that m-mine...?" But this moment of clarity was short-lived as pressure once more began to build inside of her, the pain the woman felt deep in her crotch returning as the essence inside of her continued to distort and pervert her body. It made her skin crawl with shame as she gave into the urge and began to thrust her hips up off of the sand, wagging her erect cock back and forth, sprinkling both her and the sand with pinkish pre. As the witch's enormous cock swung back and forth it heightened the corruptive presence of ecstasy inside of her, her thrusts becoming more and more earnest as she moaned into the silent night.
>The pressure inside her finally reached a precipice however, and with a mighty shout of agony and lust she felt something inside of her snap. Two loud plops filled the air as the witch's ovaries vacated her body and instead hung beneath her cock, the pair of organs inflated and twisted into a pair of testicles, resting in an enormous package. Sweat poured from the woman's brow as she tried to catch her breath, to try and bring back her composure, but the burning sensation in her groin was too strong to ignore.
>"I-It's just swollen, i-if I empty it, th-the essence will leave me!!" In her desperate bid the witch's hands found their way down to her shaft and she began to pump her length back and forth against her palms. Each thrust from the exile made her swollen package slap against her fists with wet smacks, squeezing pre out of the tip of her shaft. Delicious, warm pre... Slowly one of her hands moved up her shaft as she thrust back and forth and she found herself angling the head of her cock towards her face. It had to be the corruptions doing, its influence that willed her to begin eagerly kissing the head of her cock, sliding her tongue in between her lower lips. Yes, it was the essence's doings that made her greedily suck down her own arousal, spreading her lips over the tip of her shaft and making her slurp along her painfully erect length.
>It was so close, the climax she wished and longed for, but whenever she reached the precipice she found it growing further away. Desperation began to take its hold over the witch as she thrust her hips and jammed her shaft deeper into her mouth, her hands were doing nothing to please her several feet long cock. But as she drained the essence-tainted pre from her cock, the witch soon found her answer in her bossom. As she slurped down and drooled on her shaft, the woman had ingested so much more of the essence, her ovaries-turned testicles now a boundless source of the corruption, and as it leaked down her throat, more of her had begun to change. Her nipples grew enflamed and sensitive as the witch's breasts began to swell, pushing aside her rags as her cleavage grew. Instantly the witch knew what to do with these massive breasts, and she wrapped her arms around her chest, smothering her shaft in her mounds of flesh.
>It had finally done the trick, the witch's mind turning into a warm buzz of pure ecstasy as her cock poured pre down her throat, encouraging her hips in their thrusting, the wide head of the shaft smacking against the back of her mouth. A deep throbbing filled her ballsack, her two tainted cum factories begging for release, her testicles getting pulled tight up against her crotch. With a powerful thrust, the witch finally managed to wedge the head of her shaft into her own throat, making her groan in pleasure, her lewd moaning being the final push she needed to orgasm.
>Her urethra dilated, her cock swelled, and her throat began to fill with her thick jizz, her cock jammed too far down her throat for her tongue to even taste her long-sought after climax. Instead the witch's throat swelled as thick clumps of her own jism shot from deep inside her and into her belly, essence piling up inside of her. The corruptive influence inside of her grew as her cock shot more and more strands of her DNA uselessly into her stomach, her cockhead getting jammed deeper into her throat as her shaft grew in length and testicles grew in size. Even the woman's chest began to expand further, her nipples oozing the same pink-hued juices as her cock. The woman was in heaven as she defiled her throat like this, the perverse pleasure of the moment being stained on her mind as her cock ached from the sheer amount of sperm it was being forced to discharge, to deposit deep inside of her.
>Her eyes had rolled up into her head, and any semblence of thought had been devestated, but the corruption of the witch was complete with this. The essence of lust having taken its roots deep inside of her, and as her orgasm slowly died off the woman's shaft finally grew flaccid. It felt like ages until the woman's sense returned to her, her groggily becoming aware of being in liquid-stained sand with a belly utterly swollen, filled to the brim with her own jizz. Slowly the witch pulled herself up, her enormous breasts somehow weightless to her. In the distance she could make out the signs of fire. Hope filled the woman, her scrambling to her feet eagerly, her shaft beginning to throb again as well.