Written by Myara and Nezhariel

*The crack of thunder is heard outside, you feel...odd, bare ground 'neath your feet. The air is cold and damp and not at all pleasant on your, you realize, naked flesh. Your vision comes back to you a moment later, revealing you are in what must be a sea-cave, outside the water washes up on greyed sands as the cloud-filled sky revealed naught but shadows upon the land. Rain pours down nonstop in a hellish downpour, while lightning flashes can be seen in the distance. Out in the water, about thirty yards, there is the splashing of...fish? Large tails with vibrantly colored scales are seen, and the occasional giggle is heard from over the storm's fury. The cave within which you stand is small and doesn't go any deeper.
You are about five foot two inches tall, with fair skin and long black hair (style is your choice.) You have a build that was directed at your clan's previous practices- you were not a warrior, but a huntress when needed, and other times possessing a different trade when needed, but in any case you are no longer with your clan, and you feel lost...

Myara gasps, cool air gracing the inside of her inflating lungs as her eyes open suddenly, head turning this way and that -- where was she? God, she couldn't remember. Figments of memory: her clan, her bow, her hunt... fluttered around in her tumbling mind. Myara feel to her nude knees with a crack, the loud slap of bone on rock echoing throughout the cave. She winced, but remained kneeling, holding her head in two squirming hands. How did she get here? Her senses turned on all at once: a cool, damp cave. Moisture dripping from her C-cups. A pitiful inch-long loincloth concealing quite literally nothing. Her feet were as bare and cold as her heaving tits... Myara grabbed her head again. Elfin ears. Long, flowing black hair nearly down to her relatively curvy ass. Fair skin. She was still herself, and that was good enough for her. The nude elfin Huntress rose slowly to her feet, regaining her composure and glancing around. Slowly, stealthily she crept towards the mouth of the sea, staying in the shadows when possible.

*Stumbling toward the cave opening, the poor elven huntress is struck with pain as she scrapes her feet across some obsidian glass-like formations upon the ground near the entrance, cutting her feet up a bit and leading to light blood-flow. The sea outside raged hard, but as she neared the mouth of the cave she noted that she was not within one cave in any ocean with nothing around- there was land to either side and behind her, she was on a coast then. Glancing down to either direction, left and right, she'd note towering cliff faces inland and that she was on a typhoon lashed coastline. A few things she notes however as she nears the mouth of the cave is that outside of it's entrance there are a series of clam-like objects in a shallow pool, the lips of the mollusks emitting a slight silvery light.

Myara stumbles, stifling a silent curse as she immediately drops to the ground as gracefully as possible. Falling somewhat gracefully onto her hands and knees, Myara glances back at her foot. Bleeding -- great. The Elfin Huntress crawls slightly closer to the mouth of the damp cave, stale air keeping her from smelling anything other than seawater with her normally heightened senses. A beach. There was a beach in two directions from the mouth of the cavern, and gigantic walls of rock keeping the Elf from going anywhere but left, right, or into the sea. Myara notes the tails she saw diving in and out of the water earlier -- and catches the glimmering clams out of the corner of her eye. "Mhmm.." she whispers to herself. The Elf scooches -- still prone -- as close as she can to the shallow pool without leaving the cave, poking her head out of the entrance to quickly look up and down the beach... and then quickly return her attention to those oversized clams, observing them.

*They look like they could be pried open, given proper leverage- and while your clan was not a sea-faring one, you are familiar enough with shell-fish. Some form of sturdy, yet slender rock might be of use- thinking back a moment, you did just cut yourself on- yes, you could probably chip off a bit of the rock and use it to pry the clam open. Glancing out to sea, the brightly colored tails continue to flick out of the water and the occasional giggle is still audible. Down the beach to the right, there are a series of bedraggled trees- some of which have been chopped down to stumps, and it looks like the sands have been disturbed in a path toward the rock-face, maybe there is a path out that way- and someone who cuts trees down. To the left, there seems just be a series of other caves.

Myara reaches back to her prone feet, giving her tender right sole a little rub while she thinks. Scooting into a shadowy corner, the Huntress sits up, legs folded, and considers her options. She barely knew anything about clams, but she did know that prying them open might reveal something of value... so, once she had finished massaging her bleeding feet for a moment, Myara sauntered over to igneous rock shelf, being a tad more careful this time. Nevertheless, she was much more relaxed and much less stealthy than before, confident the coast was clear. Upon arriving at the rock that hurt her, Myara would gently lower herself down to pry off some dark rock. With a decently-sized chunk in-hand, Myara would peek her head out of the cave once more -- before venturing into the sand beyond, heading for the small puddle. If she arrived there unfettered, the Huntress would immediately get to work starting with the biggest, strongest clam, attempting to pry it open with rock. If necessary, she would double back for more, stronger stone.

*The huntress is able to pry open the clams one after the other, revealing a series of not pearls, but something pearl-like, each clam has within it a strange stone, like pearl, but in uneven chunks, think an iron deposit, but made of silver mother-of-pearl. When she is done, she has roughly ten pounds of the mystical looking mineral. Searching around, if the elf cared to, she would find the fauna here was oversized just like the clams, massive fern leaves and other plants could be used to make bags and 'clothing' if desired.

Myara would quickly pry open every clam she could in the small, shallow pond, setting the pearls to the sandy edge of the still water as she looked around. Plants. Good. Myara immediately rose up, heading over to the nearest fern -- and without hesitation pulling it up by its roots. Then the next, showing little restraint as she immediately got to work fashioning nothing more than a bag, or whatever she could make in fifteen minutes. Hopefully her survival skills would help her well this time. If the bag was a success, she'd reinforce it, then load it up with every stone she collected, marching off not towards the beaten path and cut trees, but over towards the further series of caves: to the left.

*As Myara trod across the sandy beach, she gets the sense she is being watched. Not seeing anything in particular she keeps walking a few feet, bag of literally glowing pearlstone slung over her shoulder or somesuch when she notices something...off, the splashing has stopped, and glancing out toward where the splashing was originally, there is no sign of the massive fish-tails. Though, looking hard, Myara was able to spot something interesting, a little humanoid head, with long brown hair pooling in the water around it, just the eyes and top of it's head above the water as it watched the elf with yellow eyes.

Myara would walk through the sandy beach, tender feet stung quite sharply by skin-grating grains of sand as she trod towards the next set of caves one gingerly-taken step at a time. Her ass-length black hair would flutter slightly in the wind, whipping against her absolutely bare, plump ass now as then as she glanced around -- a Huntress is always vigilant, even when relaxed. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted it -- a head in the water, still... but full of life. She stared at it, stopping in her tracks. Watching it. Slowly -- and only after taking a cursory look in all directions -- Myara would approach the head, going no closer than fifteen feet from the water's edge. The Huntress would also make sure everything in her makeshift bag was well-concealed. Silent, and now up close, she'd continue to watch... and if the head wouldn't pipe up (or disappear) in the span of three agonizing minutes, Myara would finally talk: "Hello there." she said, simply.

*The eyes widened brightly as they had indeed remained still the entire time time- it shook a bit, and then the head disappeared a moment, but came back the moment afterward, it took a moment, looking left and right as it raises it's head above the waterline- a beautiful face, perfectly sculpted. High cheeks with a lovely nose and those piercing yellow eyes. She nods toward the next cave, which it seems has a tributary of water leading into it, the creature then swishes a bit in place, the water being disturbed before the creature suddenly jerks toward the cave, rising out of the water so quickly it is hard to pick out features other than to determine this is a mythical mermaid, surely, a large red and gold scaled fish's tail flashing behind it as it lances out of the rough sea to move to the cave.

Myara watched from a safe distance as the mermaid popped her head further above the water. Myara did watch the woman's powerful, stunning features -- but was overall unimpressed. Myara adjusted her loincloth slightly over her tight, virgin cunt -- it had stuck from the latent dampness of that wet cave, and the puddle she had trudged through. The Huntress made sure to keep a close eye on the Mermaid as she took off towards the next seacave.. and followed. Myara made sure to keep a safe distance from the maid, and stopped a good twenty feet before the entrance of the cave, watching... and ever concealing the contents of her fern bag.

*Within the cave lay the maiden of the sea, she has dragged herself into the shallow sandy interior of this cave and she is lovely, above the fish-tail portion of her body she boasts a very well endowed chest- she has tits of roughly E-cup, completely uncovered and covered in dusky tan flesh with dark nipples poking forth, she has next to her a few objects she has spread out on some scaly leather patches she has on the non water-filled portions of the cave within arms reach of her. There is a -Gorgeous- looking book, it looks to be about thirty pages long, the book itself is an aqua blue in color with an embossed, golden serpentine women coiled up the spine, spreading forth a quarter of draconic wings across the the cover, it reads 'The Qumado Conros'. Another item is a set of clearly hand-made bikini armor of sorts which looks to be of EXTREMELY high quality- though you'd have to make a check to determine just how valuable. And the final item is a vial marked as "Invictus Daemonica Potion", The Maiden motions to them, then to you. She wishes to trade, though she may or may not have seen what you had mined from the clams.

Myara walked to the mouth of the cave, glancing back repeatedly to make sure nothing was following her and her trail of long, black hair. Quickly and silently, Myara left the bag of pearlstone in the nearest rocky crevice, burying it under the sand if she needed to -- though not taking too long to avoid raising suspicion. Her elfin ears twitched once, twice... then hit the cool air of the damp cavern, not even bothering to step inside. The Huntress remained near the entrance, glancing over at the Mermaid prostrated before her. "Hello..." Myara stated rather coolly. "Do you not speak, hun?" Myara took one -- single -- step into the cave, relaxing her posture to feel more welcoming and help the Mermaid feel secure. "I assume you'd like to trade? Well, you're going to have to tell me more about what each of these.. namely the potion and book... do for me before I'll buy them. Can you... act it out, perhaps?" With one more glance around her shoulder and a moment to pause and listen to the still air, Myara was reassured nothing would be grabbing her pearlstone -- and walked over to the beached Mermaid, standing just out of range of her tail.

*The mermaid paused as the request for speech was made clear, and she cleared her throat lightly, moving a hand up to her mouth before she opens it to speak. Her voice is light, whispy and full of glamour, yet it is also ....alluring, and you feel some part of your mind edging toward agreement with whatever it is she is saying. But she hasn't made an offer yet, so powerful are the tones of a mermaid. Shaking your head, you banish the compulsions, while the maiden looks at you apologetically, speaking further "This....armor...Sea dragon scale, made for sea-nymphs....cause arrows miss, protect from cold and lightning, unbreakable...!" she pauses, waiting for a reaction, before she continues "Potion for making daemon. Special demon, older, powerful. Change you, make you stronger. Better than...them.."she casts her eyes over the horizon it seems, indicating...someone. She pauses, then continues "Book of Sea Witch! dragon writing....Magic of storm and sea, great treasure, thought lost, I find." She smiles after explaining all of her bounty, her tail shifting in the sand. Visible, barely, and only because of the excellent senses of an elf, is the vaginal slit of this sea-temptress, situated at the apex of her human and fish body.

Myara would pause. Her body relaxed, arms loosely crossed, eyes wandering lazily. She was completely calm, completely docile. The languid Elf would listen silently to the Mermaid's tale, slightly attracted by every little word but with mind still holding strong -- noticing the effect made it much more easy to combat. Myara made sure to hear each word carefully, individually, glancing at the Mermaid's tits -- then tiny slit -- as she thought about her offer. If the Huntress was going to make her move... now would be the time. Quickly, scabbed-up soles shifted on the sandy cave-floor, finding hold and charging forward. Myara lowered her weight, pumped her arms, and attempted to throw her half-bleeding right foot... directly onto the Mermaid's neck, knocking her back off of the rock and to the side if possible. If her move found purchase, there she would stand, staring down at the Mermaid's neck from above. The mutual understanding of fragile fish-vertebrae, and keeping them attached to each other, hopefully keeping the Mermaid from making any sudden movements -- an understanding explained quickly by Myara: "Move, and I'll stamp your spine underneath my heel." If her move failed, Myara wouldn't hesitate, immediately diving for the Mermaid's most vulnerable bits, whatever was closest... whether she had to hook fingers inside the maid's cunt, wrap two hands around her neck, or just raise any loose rock her hands could find above the girl's head.

*The 'innocent' maiden is surprised by the ferocity of the attack, exclaiming in a tone clearly meant to halt the attacker "No." (think agent smith.) but the fury employed stymied her siren words and she was struck in the neck, falling to her side in the sand and sniveling- she isn't a fighter, and it would be similar to if a hill tradeswoman of slight build walked up and offered to sell someone something, only to have them run up and kick them in the neck hard. She is stunned, and clearly frighted, involuntarily her tail had flailed, knocking some things aside, the book nearly falling into the pool but otherwise all is fine. The maiden even begins to cry as she is threatened.

Myara quickly braced herself as the Mermaid wriggled beneath her sandy, half-bleeding feet, balancing her heaving D-cups above quite well. Myara glanced around, looking for any sort of rock or heavy object -- or alternatively, the potion or book if they were in reach -- to grab. If she found a rock, she would hoist it above the Mermaid's head, keeping the threat of injury active even as Myara took foot off of throat. If she could grab the potion or book, she would immediately take a sip of the potion and/or open the manuscript, dusting the sand off before beginning to consume whatever was inside -- all the while, in that case, keeping a foot firmly on the Mermaid's neck. Either way, she would begin talking to the fearful maid -- "Don't talk unless I instruct you to, slut. Don't move, either. One senseless wriggle, or careless words... and I'll snap your spine.

*The potion is indeed within reach and Myara's dart to grab it isn't impeded, the poor wench is honestly nursing her surprise from being struck still, like a smacked child she is. In any case, upon consumption of the potion- a drink that is inky black and quite nasty - it tastes like sour prunes and goes down like motor oil- the Elven huntress would immediately begin to feel a change in her body- primarily in her groin area. There, she feels an alteration and this is accompanied by blinding visions of red pain as, from the elf's crotch there erupts a volcano of corruption. It begins with sinewy black and green lines emerging from the flesh around the woman's twat, then these strands conform into one another and begin to erect a powerful tool. This tool grows swiftly, though not perfectly- it grows over the vagina, and the elf feels the vagina cease to be at this point, a huge lumpy schlong arising from it's ashes. The thing has bumps and protrusions all along it's slimy, nasty green and black length- each of these prods out the foreskin that traverses up the entirety of it. The tip is strang, like a lamprey's mouth in reverse with kind of soft spikes there that she knows she can deploy at will to dig into and oneself inside of an orifice. Particularly useful for insuring one impregnates one's breeders. From beneath the thing emerge now a quartet of disgusting balls which exude an aroma of blackened, corrupted ballsweat- even when not sweaty. Meanwhile the erection above reaches its final metamorphosis at roughly thirteen inches long and FIVE across, though the midsection is at least six and a half thick. It is well supplied with smegma it seems, and those balls she knows are filled with a grimy, sewage like nastiness that noone but the most depraved would enjoy receiving.

Now, other than that cock, other things that changed were that above the elf's ass grow a long scorpion like tail, the tip featuring a stinger loaded with some form of toxin which she can change mentally, the two that exists currently are one of aphrodosiac, and one of mental capability and will sapping.
  
Myara took the potion in hand, tearing off the cork cap with her other and taking a quick, small gulp just to test it out. Immediately she capped it back on... and stumbled a bit. Knowing roughly what was about to happen, the curvy Huntress lowered herself down a bit, planting her cunt directly on the Mermaid's face, and quickly scrabbling up a rock -- or just her bare hand -- to hold fast against the girl's throat. Myara shivered, sitting with her feet stretched out before her in the direction of the Mermaid's tiny cuntlips, heel occasionally grazing that fishpussy as the potion got to work. She gasped, virgin cunt squirting its last orgasm all over the Mermaid's face as it sutured itself, nearly trapping her lithe nose in Myar's own fleshy folds before they closed up completely. Out spurted a gigantic cock, ropey tendrils of greenish flesh snaking across the Mermaid's chin to warp themselves into disgusting, fat member. A thigh-thick, forearm-length member. A bitch-breaker, a cunt-splitter, a mouth-raper. It oh-so-deliciously stretched from the Mermaid's soft, pillowy lips past her collarbone, fetid and flaccid weight pressing down with soft spines from base to tip. Then the Elf winced as a quadruplet of balls came into place, quickly becoming her seat -- and suffocating the Mermaid in a miniature sea of ballflesh, fat nuts, and disgusting rancid nut-slime. Myara's balls weren't particularly crushed by her weight, even as a gigantic scorpion's tail forced itself out of the base of her spine to the tune of a wince -- those nuts were hardy, cum-sloshing, and a fitting seat for a newly crowned Queen. Myara shifted around a bit more, suffocating the poor Mermaid under that quartet of balls. "Enjoying yourself, cunt?" Myara said, transformation complete. "I think I'll save the rest of this potion for later. For now, we're going to have some fun." The Huntress would immediately rise up, giving the Mermaid only a few seconds to squirm and scream before that scorpion's tail attempted to shoot downwards... again, and again, and again, injecting her with as much lethargy as possible until she was completely paralyzed. Then, aiming right for the Mermaid's tits... the scorpion tail would inject anything left -- gallons, if possible -- of aphrodisiac into the Mermaid's bloodstream.
  
*The moist, chesty fish-woman was terrified in the face of this assault, her fat tits shifting as she tried to struggle beneath her better. That wet elf twat oozing on her face before it lashed itself closed and soon she was treated to the worst tasting of the many cocks she had serviced in her life (hey, mermaids are very promiscuous~), the grimy foreskin rubbed over her face and she wrinkles her nose and tries to turn her head to the side. Failing that, she soon was treated to a dive in the sea of testicles as they flooded over her face, oozing off disgusting ballgrime that defiled previously pretty serene maiden's features. As the stinger formed- out of her line of sight, and began to jab her, paralyzing her in place with lethargy, she gasped- her tail slapping up regardless of danger- which might surprise Myara. Regardless, so emboldened is Myara, and so weakened is the maiden that it has no effect. As the stinger goes to jab the tits of the woman, Myara knows that in her partially corrupted heart, she could inject a form of aphrodosiac/venom that will cause the tits to swell, possibly permanently, by great margins.
  
Myara hovered over the now completely paralyzed fish-woman, kneeling on her ribcage just below the fat tits and idly kneading them in two hands. That aphrodisiac ought to be kicking in now -- or rather, the fucking gallons of aphrodisiac she's injected. Myara took a glance at the Mermaid's tiny cunt, noting if it was unaroused, paralyzed, or femcum-geysering... then got up.. and walked away. Surely the paralysis would last long enough for an errand or two. The Huntress brushed the sand and slime off of her body, ripped off her pitifully tiny loincloth -- useless at this point -- and walked over to the book, collecting it for now. She set the manuscript, the remains of the potion, and the full set of armor right where she had previously sat: the unguarded belly of the paralyzed Mermaid. So close, in reach... but not to an immobile fish-bitch. Myara giggled to herself at the thought as she walked out of the cave, dipping her head around to look... and if the coast was clear, she'd grab her hidden bag of pearlstone, walk back into the cave, and place it beside the poor busty Mermaid, giving her putrid fucking quartet of slime-dripping nuts a light scratch now and then. 
  
*So anathema to life is the nature of that cock - despite it's surefire ability to instill new life in those it deems tolerably fertile- means that a body can resist arousal due to it's presence. However, the inhuman amounts of venom jabbed into the fish woman's swollen breasts would result in extremely rapid breathing- if she could breath regularly. Her breath was so very halted that she can't be getting a safe amount at this point- but she'll live surely. The coast is clear currently, indeed and as Myara returns, she remembers a few things- these come to her as she scratches her balls, she hasn't urinated yet today, and she hasn't eaten.
  
Myara stood above the girl, silently watching her squirm. Watching her numb cunt spill forth pint after pint of sexual fluid from sheer, mind-splitting arousal. Myara made sure to sting her a few more times, right on the breast with as much aphrodisiac as possible from her seemingly never-ending demonic supply, piercing those fat bitchtits at least eight times in the process. The little holes she left behind bled lightly, but Myara made one last injection -- a triple-dose of that venom-aphrodisiac mix. Right as the stinger found it's mark, Myara lited up one foot.. and put it on the other side of the bitch. Then, the Huntress-turned-Demonness stepped one bare foot up onto the Mermaid's body just below the heavy objects that weighed down her belly. Myara's calloused, sandy foot found some purchase directly on the Mermaid's engorged clit, rubbing it abrasively with everything it could muster, slapping sole against pussylips violently for a few seconds. "Mmn, I haven't pissed at all today. Say no if you don't want to drink it." The Huntress said teasingly. Finding no response, Myara leaned forward all the day down to the Mermaid's lips, using a single lithe finger to bring her numb, motionless jaw agape. Slowly, she stood back up, grabbed her barbed monstrosity of a cock in two tightly-gripping hands... and relaxed. Drip. Drip.. And then a stream flowed forth of hot, yellow piss. Nothing clear, nor pure. But disgusting, slimy, smelly piss of absolutely putrid quality splattering across the Mermaid's fucking agape eyeballs before finally finding the mark and streaming down her throat by the pint. She then tried on the armor...
  
*The armor, once touched to the flesh it was to be worn on, flashes bright, pale blue and reforms itself. Soon, it is turned into a fitting pair of underwear made of a taut scaley hide which is smooth to the touch- it has a fabric ballbra customfit for your quad, which just encases them wonderfully. There is also an armored sleeve to place one's cock in when flaccid, however functionality may vary depending on arousal. In front of this, the piece boasts a mid-length loincloth front- paired with a back, of the sea-dragon scale bottom. On The elf-daemon's feet form a pair of sandals made of some unidentifiable, hard material. The top remains of the same variety.
  
Myara gives her putrid, knobbed cock a gentle stroke through the foreskin with a few lithe fingers, caressing it along the top from base to tip... then trailing a single index finger back down. She'd make sure to properly appreciate this new extension of her form later. Slowly, steadily she reached up to the armor wreathed around her Elfin shoulders, strapping herself in one strip of leather at a time. The glistening metal shone bright, and warped itself to tightly hug her curves... in more ways than one. Myara could only smile as her balls were cupped quite tight, nut-batter sloshing within each of the quadruple, 3" orbs as they were forced to lie tight against the area between cock and ass. Myara wouldn't give up her womanly stride, however, keeping her thighs pressed together so tightly that the balls were forced to squeeze into pairs of two -- two in front, two hugging her asshole. The Huntress moaned a bit at the pleasure of her tightly-cupped nuts as they began to thoroughly slime up the fabric surrounding them, staining it with spunky scent. Her cock, drooping a bit, slipped perfectly into the armored sock designed for it down to individual spikes, eternally flaccid. "Mmmnf..." Myara mumbled, cupping her breasts. "Now for that book..." With that, the hungry Huntress stooped over the Mermaid's paralyzed tits, stinging her once more with both aphrodisiac and sedative to keep her down. "Your cushions are a little small, hun." The Elf teased, and quickly stabbed both breasts with her stinger as she laid her back on them -- ass planted on the Mermaid's face above... delivering a triple dose of that special aphrodisiac-venom mixture to balloon them... and cracking open that manuscript. "Keep looking so delicious, hun, and I'll just have to cook you up and eat you!"
  
*The book's pages open and suddenly you feel yourself develop a headache as beneath, those already large tits begin to enlarge, faint veins visible within them as they are forced to yield forth more bounty. Each breast swells about three cup sizes to the point of large H-cup tits, splotched with random spots of ballslime from the earlier rubbing, now the maiden's face was eating that plump warrior ass of the elf's. In any case, the boo seems to yield you...ability, you know that were you properly trained by someone talented in magic, and perhaps this kind of magic specifically, it'd be more powerful for you, but you instinctively know you can now wield a few spells- One is a forked lightning spell, you know will strike a certain number of opponents before you in a cone of vision with varied length- the power is not enough to kill outright, in most cases, but will certainly incapacitate those struck. The next spell is something you know to be 'Zephyr', you can command brief, focused gouts of aerial force to pull and push objects (akin to telekinesis), with force dependent on how much power you channel, and lastly you know you can generate a weak barrier of magic energy around yourself with an incantation.

These powers made known to you, and the bitch beneath you having her tits bloated and unable to respond to the jeering, the sound of distant logging continues and seconds later- the sound of a large tree crashing down, possibly splintering. The chopping continues- the sounds of the mermaidens at sea remain absent.
 
Myara's quartet of slimy balls soak into the fabric, squishing against the weight of expanding breastflesh as it hoists the Huntress upwards. Inch by inch, foot by foot, the Elf rises into the air above a heavy, slightly bleeding chest, dangling her newly-sandaled feet over the sides gracefully, going so far as to cross her legs to tease her own gigantic nutsack even more. Pausing, Myara shudders as magic rushes through her body, finishing the magical manuscript before throwing the useless tome to the side. Lightning. Wind. Magic. The Elfin Huntress feels invigorated, and immediately rises up off her makeshift seat of Mermaid mouth and fat tits to stand above her, disgusting flaccid cock and armored sheathe in-hand. Myara takes a knee right next to the paralyzed face of the pitiful fish-woman, glancing at her piss-slathered mouth. "Mmn.. disgusting. That won't do." she comments, glancing around for another hole to test out her brand-new member in. "Those breasts are getting pretty big... I wonder.." With that, Myara turns around and leans forward, planting her plump ass and quartet of slimy ball-bras on the Mermaid's piss-stained face to reach for those oversized teats. Two fingers dig into the pliant flesh, exploring it... before attempting to force themselves into each nipple. If they found purchase, Myara wouldn't hesitate -- immediately tearing her flaccid cocksleeve to the side and peeling her repulsive foreskin back, diving spiked cocktip against the Mermaid's right nipple with full force. If the fingers couldn't enter, Myara would settle for the fish-woman's cunt, standing up to tenderize the entrance by stamping on it a few times with her new sandals.
 
*You would find that though the hugely expanded breasts are able to fit the two fingers barely, they will not be able to fit that cock in really at all, so it would be fruitless to try. The woman is still paralyzed as any time it might wear off, Myara simply pumps more into her, though her eyes shift in their sockets, moving around. Within her head she is in a world of filth and nastiness where she is nothing but an object with holes and who is unable to resist any filthy advances which might come her way. Her sopping fishslit is revealed due to the aphrodosiac, and vulnerable as can be. Especially once it had been prepared -properly- by being stomped on over and over and causing the agonized woman immeasurable pain and yet she could not dispel the sensations of pleasure from even these unpleasant touches. Outside, the tide seems to be picking up, lashing closer and closer to the sea-cave's mouth, and out of the corner of your eye, you spot an IMMENSE scaly tail rise from the water out to sea and then dive again. Not water one swims in, it seems. In any case, the hole is prepared, and with the force you can bring to bear via that daemonic endowment, you know it won't be hard to reach her womb.*

Myara sighs, shoving her sandy footgear against a tiny mermaid-slit over and over again until it's properly cherry-red and parted, ready to be split by the demonic, disgusting cock the Elf was packing. She idly twirls a finger in her own long, black hair before glancing towards the sea, watching it advance closer every moment... Wasting no time, Myara gives the sopping cunt beneath her one last forceful stomp before stepping down. She takes a seat on the Mermaid's inflated bitch-tits once more to adjust her shoes before getting up, quickly stuffing the wet manuscript and the remains of that potion in her fern-bag. Myara turns, grabbing one heavy fistful of the pitiful mermaid's long hair... and uses it to drag the paralyzed maid, heavy as she is, across scraping sand and jagged rock all the way to the mouth of the cave. Taking a cursory scan of the area outside, Myara would then continue (if the coast was clear) a bit further up the beach. In fact, she'd drag the heavy Mermaid all the way past the cave she started it, well within view of whoever was chopping down those trees... with an occasional break or two... and then force the paralyzed Mermaid up against a small bar of sand, placing cock against slit.

*Down the beach, working through the rain was a band of green skinned women, all tall- the shortest of them standing at six foot two, and all muscular in a warrior-woman way. Their nature wasn't clear from such a distance, closer investigation may yield danger. In any case, as the merbitch is dragged into the cave that the elf has began in, and pushed against a bar of sand, having had a few of her glorious scales tugged off by the rough trip, her mouth still hung paralyzed, eyes terrified and staring ahead. She had also lost a few strands of hair in the trip, as they were the place she'd been grabbed. In any case, she was now poised, slit 'prepared' for entry, and you feeling empowered in some way, as if stronger for the body knowing rape is imminent.

Myara shuffled her sandaled feet through sandy shores, dragging -- with some effort -- the heavy merbitch through rock and stone and beach all the way back to the very cave she started at. It was dry, much more so than the tide-filled cavern she had just paralyzed the mermaid in, and had a nice sandbar perfect for propping the fish-woman up against deep inside. Doing so, Myara examined her work -- a curvaceous and now gigantic-breasted slut, bleeding and ready to be fully ruined. The Huntress straddled her fishy hips where body met tail, placing the bottom of her slimy quartet of balls directly against that half-ruined pussy, already painfully puffy read from the foot-stomping it had already received. Slowly, the Huntress wiped her ball-bra up and down the tiny slit, slathering it in disgusting, staining goo. "You fucking like that, cunt?" she teased in a whisper, not expecting an answer. Myara then pulled her hips back, poising the tip of that thirteen-inch knobbed cock against that slavering pussy, pushing it forward a bit just to tease her with the barbs. Then slowly, steadily she grabbed that foreskin in a tightly-gripped hand, squeezing it back and letting the filth and stink fill the air. "Mmn..." the Huntress moaned... before grabbing the slut's hips with two powerful hands and shoving forwards all at once, diving that cock as far in as she could -- if possible, piercing not only cervix but womb, pushing up against the back.

*The mermaid's inner turmoil endures as the nasty sack is against her slit, the sopping, sore hole screaming with yet more pain. However, so drugged was she it just went on and on as pleasure. That twat of her's emits a fertile aroma in spades as the excitement continues, the woman trapped in the limbo of one continuous orgasm and hating herself and the woman all the more. When the grip on her hips was felt, and the rape was imminent she mentally 'prepared' something that didn't actually matter. The smell of exposed daemonsmeg was then detectable, and filled the sea cave swiftly, the girl's nose clogging up all the more from the raw vile nature of the stench. Then, the cock was in her, hitting her vaginal canal like a great iron battering ram to a door of splintered wood, it busts open her passage, storming through to strike home in her sanctum. The joy-reducing qualities of the schlong leading to erosion in the womb on a lesser level as that cervix was destroyed and the cock's spike hit the backside of the slot.

Myara's cock went from flaccid to erect inside of the Mermaid, not growing much in length but significantly in girth to it's full thickness of five inches. Five spiked, blood-engorged, foreskin-rubbed, smegma-slathered inches: even though this particular cock had never came before, it seemed to have grown itself dick-cheese right off of the bad. Stinking, putrid, it filled the air with rancid stench... and then marked the Mermaid's cunt with it as it plunged deeper. Slapping against the back of her womb so hard it was audible outside, reverberating throughout the cave. Myara made sure to keep those visceral spikes at her cocktip "disengaged": If she were to properly and permanently destroy this slut's cunt, she wouldn't just be leaving that cock in and impregnating her right off the bat. No. The Huntress pulled her barbed cock out, mermaid-juices so thoroughly slathered across the knotted member, until just the tip remained inside. The bulbous, spiked tip... and then Myara shoved it back in, grabbing the maid's hips with two powerful hands, ramming against the back of her womb.

*So large was the monster punching into the poor girl's womb that ruination was a prerequisite of penetration. That hole was destroyed, and would likely never tighten again enough to be as pleasurable for Myara as it is now. Still, some additional cruelty could never hurt, and the poor girl having her womanhood defiled and destroyed is not at all in a happy place. The tip of her tail begins to twitch as her mind resists and she is expunges some of the venom in her shaking off the paralysis ever so slightly, but likely just resulting in being jabbed again. It was clear this venom would run out soon, so any business with her would need to be concluded. On a side note, the maiden's bounced with each hip crushing impact, the enomrous mammaries leaping regularly as her matted, piss stained hair occasionally manages to unstick from her scalp.

Myara's distendingly-large tool destroyed all in came into rutting contact with, that pitiful mermaid-slut's puffy little slit no exception. The knobbed, slimy member absolutely pistoned in and out of the poor, paralyzed girl now, tearing her fleshy walls with barbed, knotted cockflesh one pump at a time. Myara's tongue lolled out to the side as her demonic tool began unloading small spurts of prejizz inside the memaid, painting the back of her stretched womb with each downstroke. The Huntress continued her cunt-ruining cock-plunges for well over twenty minutes, watching the Mermaid slowly come back from paralysis. Looking the pitiful slut in the eye, Myara bottomed out for a moment -- staring directly at the pathetic mermaid. "Move, and I'll kill you." Myara taunted, holding her stinger right against the mermaid's throat... and then redoubling her powerful hip-slamming.

*As the maidens faculties returned, so too did responses such as tears, and whimpering. She doesn't move, though, for she fears for her life, ruined for whatever remains as it is. Her twat tightens ever more as the pleasure she experiences at the hands of her blissed out pain-receptacle of a body crushes all opposition she could hope to mount. Outside, a strange sound emerges, a long sharp screech of a massive bird of prey, and the sound of great wings flapping. Each stroke followed by a thunderous boom, as this happens, the mermaids stays still, though her eyes are ever fearful.

Myara paused her ruttting for just a moment as bitch-woman's face came back to life, sobbing, tears cascading. The Elf left her distendingly large demon-cock out of the mermaid's entrance for just a moment, leaving her ruined cunt feeling entirely empty... like a 5" thick, spiked piece of it was missing. Myara took the brief break to lean forward and lick the tears right off of the girl's crying face, savoring the flavor of salty piss leftover from before. The Elf then raised herself back up, placed a cupping hand to silently stifle the Mermaid's sobs, and sheathed that massive tool back in the slick cunt before it -- making sure to mask it's putrid, powerful scent inside of her. Silently and stealthily she continued, trying to keep to the shadows as to avoid the ire of whatever was outside, precumming harder with each hard stroke.

*Maybe it is the venom, maybe it is a desire to end this, maybe it is some other trait of this corrupt world. But the mermaid does something she may not have been expected to-- Her cunt tightens drastically as the bitchruiner bottoms out in her womb for the next time, making it hard to pull back- doing so would not be hard, mind, as the power packed into raping women granted by this cock is quite noteworthy. The booms outside continues as something circles the general area- however the girl is slowly, very slowly trying to lean her torso forward to mush her breasts against her captor, and to wrap her arms around her, not to struggle, but to assist, it seems- if she is threatened with stinging before that, she stops, however, but if she succeeds she smashes her filthy babyfeeders up against the one raping her, trying to hug her into her and make her release.

Myara slams her hips down again with a wet slap as minute thirty of intense rutting passes by -- just as the pathetic Mermaid's already too-tiny pussywalls clamp down on her girthy, muscly demon-cock. An intense shot of thick prespunk tops off the fishbitch's womb, forced out of the slimy dick by the contracting walls around it. "Mmnf... That's better." Myara says. As the Mermaid shoves her gigantic, slutty new bitchtits forward, however, the Huntress' venom-dripping stinger intervenes. "Keep your disgusting cowtits away from my perfect face unless I ask for them, cunt." she seethes through bared teeth. Myara grunts, forcefully ripping her barbed cock out of the woman's womb, nearly prolapsing it, before shoving it back in and continuing, getting close. In few final few thrusts, Myara repeatedly strikes the Mermaid with shot after shot of full aphrodisiac, right in the jugular, using the intense effects to create a reward complex... as her cock bottoms out, slams against the back of the fishwoman's womb -- stretching it a bit into her abdomen -- and opens up its barbs fully, locking itself inside. "Ready to receive my seed, bitch?" Myara whispers, stinger raised.

*The maiden looks like she is vaguely offended by the shoving of herself away, but her feelings are the last thing to matter currently. The rape continues and her cuntlips are bright, sore red and the pain is clearly immense, for how else could she be feeling so much pleasure- the aphrodosiac she is repeatedly injected with making her situation all the worse (Better), even as she feels the wads of preseed splurt forth into her sanctum. She nods when questioned on whether she was ready to receive the seed, her agreement irrelevant, and she keeps herself as tight as she can manage when forced to accept such a mammoth endowment. The locking place truly shaking her mind and making her ever so uncomfortable. Outside, the bird's screeching recedes, followed by the furious cries of a large group of female voices, and the sound of rushing feet can be heard down the beach from otuside. Many feet. They'll be here soon.

Myara watches the mermaid give a feeble nod to her inquiry... and suddenly, violently slaps her with nearly enough force to shatter het nose: "I don't care about your fucking opinion, slimeball." she taunted, before wincing -- as a torrent of disgustingly thick, mayonnaise-like sludge began to erupt from the corrupted Elf's barbed, engorged cocktip. The mermaid's womb went from topped-off to overfilled to inflated in an instant, raising a small bump in her abdomen. A few hundred million powerful, demonic swimmers shot out, instantly dominating her pathetic womb and gangraping any eggcells they came across. She was thoroughly bred. Myara didn't stop the savor the feeling more than a moment, ripping her muscly dick out all at once. Other than a thick layering of jizz-slime to coat the member, nothing came out... and with a single sting of aphrodisiac, Myara ensured none of that sickly-thick spunk ever would leave. Putting her flaccid cock back in her sheathe, Myara faced the entrance of the cave, using the propped-up woman's gargantuan tits and a makeshift seat.

*The mermaid passes out, so overloaded is she with pain and disgust at her self is she, and she is a very comfortable seat upon which to sit, huge breasts supporting the short elf woman quite well. The mouth of the cave is soon filled with some a most pleasant sight- a group of the green skinned warrior women pass in front of the entrance but pause- as a group sniffing the air, as the cave emits a horrid stink from it's limited depths, and washes out over them. The lot of women are fit, tall and well proportioned [pre02.deviantart.net]They are also clearly the hunter-gatherers of the tribe and also clearly some form of orc derivative. They wear sets of well made leather straps and boots, each one having a set of straps that go between their legs over, presumably, their cunts. They don't smell too great, uncleanly as orcs are known to be, but they are nothing compared to the filthy stink of the elf before them who sits upon the body of the ocean sirens. One of the confused looking beings takes a step into the cave, looking about. It appears all of them are armed with a quiver full of arrows with electric blue plumes, and a longbow that looks to be tremendously powerful. There are about...seven of them. In any case, the one who enters says aloud "Ur-Master, come. We serve." The rest are studying you closely, their gazes admiring rather than repulsed- they can clearly tell, despite it's concealment, that you are equipped well with genitalia. Additionally, to show their lack of aggression, they all put their bows down for the moment. It also occurs they likely have food and other necessities.

Myara wipes her flaccid cock off on the unconscious mer-bitch through the armored sheathe, placing one last filthy mark -- a trail from chin to cunt -- on her broken body. Myara then sits up on her breast-throne, unfolding crossed legs to reveal her demonic member, observing the tribe of green-skin huntresses that enter. The Elf leans her chin forward on two hands, clearly intrested: "You come to serve, mmn? Well I don't exactly care for explanation, but if you wish to provide -- I'm listening." she said nonchalantly. "But keep your distance. And throw me some of your fucking food."

*Seeing the displayed, sheath-coated bulge, the orcs mutter among themselves- though when food is demanded, one of them reaches into a satchel on their back and pulls out a loaf of bread- not maggoty foul bread, but a fine, well made loaf- and tosses it toward the Elf who is at least a foot shorter than her. The orcesses say "We show tribe, serve- Not safe here, Storm bird around. Must go" the one at the fore urges haste. They all look outside warily, clearly in a hurry to be off. They see the fern bag, and one of them offers her own backpack, upending it's meager contents onto the ground, and saying "Carry better?"

Myara rises to her feet from her breasty, piss-slicked throne, letting her sandals meet the cave floor with a slap. Slowly she ventures forward with confident strides. The Elf tracks the thrown loaf with half-lidded eyes, but doesn't dare lower herself -- she hooks her sandal underneath and gingerly raises it up to an open hand. As she chomps down on the loaf, she carefully watches the group of seven, piercing each set of eyes with a dominant gaze one at a time. Quickly she gobbles it all down, tossing the small remainder on the broken mermaid-turned-trashbin below. "Fine, sluts." she finally says. "Lead the fucking way, and keep your distance." Myara follows at least fifteen feet back, replacing fern backpack with the sturdier one -- when she reaches it.

*The orcs do not seemed bothered by the wariness, disrespect and entitlement. They form a gang of sorts, leading the way across the beach and toward the place it looked as if the tree had been dragged previously. The nigh-naked orc women having bows drawn and watching the skies- scattered about are a few six foot longer feathers of a bright blue which seem to lance with electricity across the ground. They avoid these very carefully. When they approach the rock-wall of the head of the beach they find a thin crack in the rock, a ravine of sorts and file into it, it turns into a short tunnel of sorts soon after and then emerges into a small sunken glen with a skylight of thick roots. There are about twenty strong tents set up in the space, closely packed- one a fair bit larger, and to the right a sunken tunnel section into which you cannot currently see, they're leading the elf toward the larger tent as a multitude of orcs emerge from their tents watching the proceedings. Living up here only seem to be the warrior-type women, none of the ones with the body of a stay-at-home girl are visible currently. They lead the girl toward the tend then fan out about fifteen feet in each direction, indicating she enter and saying "Witch inside, She speak better. Present what yours." one says. Assuming she enters she would see a spacious, fur filled chamber, within which stands an orc woman with light makeup, a topknot and some sizable hips, and a fat ass. She is otherwise unimpressive, save for the glowing teal eyes example [orig06.deviantart.net] She says "Welcome, I had heard shoutings of a coming patriarch, your throne is yonder. What do you require of us?" she motions to a large throne of bone.

Myara follows the small group of leather-bound orc women from a cautious distance behind, letting them keep their eyes on the sky while Myara keeps her eyes on them. "Faster!" she'd occassionally bark, and to her pleasant surprise... they'd usually listen. Occassionally some of the lesser Orcs would actually break into a sprint at her mere word alone, before quickly realizing what they were doing and slowing back to a normal pace. It was enough to get the Elf's demonic, muscly cock somewhay flaccid again, ensuring it filled her armored cocksleeve well as she walked through the hidden Orc village. As the leader approached the tent, Myara cut her off.. entering before the taller female could even begin her instruction. The hung Huntress parted the curtains confidently, entering and listening... somewhat admiring the curves of the Orc witch before her. "Patriarch, mmn?" she said, walking up to the side of the bony throne and tracing a finger along it. "Do you not have any cocks in this tribe already? What does 'patriarch' entail?" Myara taunted, already knowing the answer as she gingerly set her backpack along tye side of the thone.

*The witch runs her tongue over the tusk-like protrusions from the edges of her mouth, watching her better examine her seat, and saying "Patriarch entails naught but right. You are entitled to take possession of anything and anyone in the tribe. You may take with you all of the tribes breeders if you like, we shan't stop you. All of our alchemical mixtures, food, craft and possessions are yours. You are daemon-blessed and as such we are at your disposal~"

*The witch listens to her better speak and nods simply, the smell in the air doing nothing but making her rub her thighs together hungrily saying "Few are virgins, Master, we lost our previous master very recently. Those who bore his child after his death have been removed already, so the women remaining are all yours." she moves forward as she speaks dropping down to her knees before the throne and leaning forward to nuzzle the great erection with much affection, drooling and salivating in equal measure as she snaps her fingers, speaking up in muffled, filth-filled gurgling. "You have eighteen breeders standing by, Master, I can bring them forth in the chains they will forever bear due to their gender, and have them presented? I shall have all of the tribe's supplies prepared in a cart for you, in case you wish to take our possessions and leave us- that is part of our compact.." she speaks this all muffled, as stated, taking breaks to tug down the foreskin of the monstrous thing and nuzzle her nose against the putrid surface below while her hands rub skillfully up and down the length and saying "We will also forge equipment for you, if you please~" The huntresses, meanwhile, file in - all nude and begin to rub their snatches against the rough grainy surface beneath them, all heated from the powerful aroma wafting about the chamber.

Myara listens carefully to the eloquent Orc-Witch, waving her cock about to further stuff the room with musky stench before the Witch prostrates before her. Myara reaches down, grabbing a fistful of the teal-eyed slut's hair and dragging her closer to that repulsive-looking, grime-oozing 2' cock just as it pops free from it's armored sheathe. The member rewards her instantly with a shot of sickly yellow prejizz right on her lips, imploring her to slurp it right up. "Allow me to show you why my cock will absolutely pale any memory of your ex-'Master''s pathetic clit-dick." she seethes, tugging the Witch forwards yet again as the Huntresses file in. "Eighteen breeders... Mmn. Unchain the sluts that have been ever tainted or touched by that last cock's stench. In fact... unchain them all. All of you are my fucking breeders. Those that have been in contact with that last 'cock' shall be re-tasked... elsewhere." she shouts half-demonically, her slimy cock bobbing in the Witch's slurping worship. Myara unstraps the top of her magical armor, dematerializing her ball-bra, scaly undergarments and cock-sheathe all at once... before tossing it to the cunt-grinding huntress closest to the entrance. "I doubt your pitiful smiths could improve that magical armor, but by all means try." the Elf commands.

*Deposited in relatively clean, non-humid air, the load of yellow substance some MIGHT call semen, begins to emit streamers of black, foul aroma up from it- for the brief moment before the witchbitch swallows it down, even to an orc it brings tears to one's eyes. The witch questions "Then would you like us all chained? We are only women, ultimately, and not really worthy of the right to act and move about. We may have trouble performing duties for you, of course..." she stops talking as she nuzzles the filthy flank of the cocksausage, drooling in unfathomable hunger as a layer of grimy sexual refuse cakes onto her face, and she says "I think that one, at least, will please you. She refused to mate with her betters before, due to the fact they weren't daemon-blessed...but you..."she snaps once more, and a minute or two later, the front flap of the tent is parted and in walks a positively stacked seductress. Clearly a Demon [thumbs.hentai-foundry.com] she places a hand on her hip, having tattoos and markings on her, and featuring absurdly wide hips, a titanic backside, fat juicy thighs and overflowing breasts. She has a short mohawk of white hair, and enormous lips and she moves closer to within lunging distance, if not stopped, and says "Ah, one worthy to own -me-, Finally.

Myara deposited yet another small bit of hyper-thick prejizz on the Witch's face, virile in and of itself. The Elf nonchalantly leaned on her right wrist, lazily observing the scene before her -- a room of abrasively-rubbing bare cunts and fetid cock-worship. She kept a tight grip on the Witch-slut's hair with her free hand, suddenly tearing her head closer to that two-foot demon dick every now and then idly. "Are you even trying?" Myara occasionally sneered with a rough tug. "No, you won't all be in chains. You need to fucking serve." she ordered. "Only the virgins worthy of properly being bred will be chained up until their muscly flesh turns supple -- even if I do end up breeding all of you." Myara leered towards the entrance of the cave as it parted and the demoness walked in. "Finally, a slut who knows how to fucking worship. Why don't you and the Witch see who can serve best?" The Elf said as she tore off a fistful of Orcess-hair from the Witch.

*The demoness strode forth a few more steps, then she closed her eyes when the demand was made. She shimmered a bit, and then beside her there appears, in a flash, a second version of her. Each of the demonesses sensually sidle to either side of the kneeling witch just as she has some locks of her fine hair shorn from her scalp. The red-skinned succubi flank their better for just a moment, during which time the poor outclassed witch tries to messily slobber all over the cock, before one of the demonesses seems to feel she has had enough of a chance, and foot covered in a silken film out, flinging the witch aside, as she drops down to assume her position. She positions herself just before the disgusting thing, breathing in deeply and letting out a sigh of excitement and sheer enthusiasm as she puts the barb-tipped schlong at the entrance to her slut-lipped face and puckers up, her mouth stretching to encompass the head of that cock and she begins to actually put it into her mouth, amazingly (both for endurance of the stench, and ability to make it fit.) As she works begins to do what would be considered the best someone not using magic could achieve progress wise (It'll take a rough shove to get it further in her throat), red tendrils that grow from her chin reach forth, enwrapping the cocklength as much as they can and providing sixteen or so tiny points of additional pleasure, as her hands comes up, one going down to molest and massage that huge slimy quad, her hand sizzling as she touches the corrosive, acidically foul surface skillfully. The other hand flashes as magic is employed, a bowl full of fruits and freshly cooked meats appearing on a small table next to the throne. As it's clone is working over the cock of their better, the other one moves off to the side, and lifts a hand, an extravagant fan forming in her hand, which she then uses to fan at her better's throne, and keep her comfortable.

Myara sat back on her throne, grasping a fresh handful of of the Orc-Witch's hair -- a handful that was violently torn off the instant that tall, buxom demoness violently kicked that pathetic excuse for a worshipper off. Looks like the Orc Witch was two handfuls of hair short, though it just looked like a bit of a coarse haircut at this point. Regardless, her efforts had already been rewarded with not one, but two fucking heavenly shots of rancid prejizz. Myara waved her off. "Get to fucking work with the full inventory of sluts, virgins to be chained, and potions -- and.." she paused, pointing lazily at the small grouo of huntresses grating their pussylips against rough floor "Don't let them fucking ruin my property." The newly-ordained Patriarch then turned her attention to the servile clone of the Succubus worshipping her cock. Myara glanced down at the slutty bitch, the inferior slave worshipping her disgusting, knotty dick -- as she shoved her distended jaw down a few inches onto the extreme girth of that pillar-like demon cock. Rightfully taking her place, with throat wrapped around a fucking immense cock, flesh straining. The Elf leaned forward a bit, wrapping a few fingers around her horn, about to shove her entire fucking dick down that tiny throat... but hesitated. "Help her out, won't you?" she teased, not bothering to look at the real Demoness beside her.

*The witch files out of the tent, waving to the huntresses to follow. She doesn't look upset, more businesslike than the other orcs, it seems. Still, the demoness' service continues, the one with the cock at the entrance to her throat struggling as hard as she can to push it in deeper, the clone striding behind the original as directed and reaches down, gripping the back of it's creator's head and pushing with all the demonic might it possesses, the bitch's throat yieldsground to the filthy schlong, powering in till only about three inches haven't been deposited in her maw, the putrid pleasure-fallout pre-jizz schlopping into her throat, some of it so thick it doesn't ooze down, but instead cakes onto the walls of her gullet. The clone then says "If you would like, I can use my magic to enhance the bodies of all of your slaves, to prepare them for proper service. And I can inform the witch to have beatings arranged for any who voice any wayward opinions~?" she speaks these words as she puts a foot on the back of the original's head and pushes with that, while she reaches out her arms and conjures up a large tray, upon which are a number of large vials of various purposes, transformatives and drugs, as well as alcohol. There is a few demonic transformation vials (not nearly as strong or useful as the one you have, mind.) one that says "Juggernaut Evolta Majoris" with an image of a titanic demoness upon the front, this is, you sense, a very rare and powerful potion. Other than these, there are a few minor substances, and good alcohol. As she forces more throat onto the cock, she says "For you, Master. My personal stores."

Myara inevitably bites her lip strongly as the slave-demon's vicelike throat completely squeezes her cock, fighting with the muscly member for space -- especially so as the demonness' horns are grabbed by her clone... and her head is pulled a good foot forward. Pure, black ichor oozes off of its repulsive length, sliming up around her lips, caking her face, and making even her hardy demonic eyes tear up a little bit. "Very good, slut." Myara calls, still primarily nonchalant -- those she does go so far as to smile when Clone brutally stamps her thinly-veiled foot against the back of her creator's head. That demonic, enormous member contracts inside her snug throat, only three inches disappointingly wasted, and six inches of girth absolutely destroying the demonness. Outlining every grotesque vein and barb inside her throat -- as the rear-facing barbs unfold inside her chest, ensuring the cock will only be going deeper. "Finish the job, Clone, and make sure my cock is pleased through her immobile throat." While the two before her works, and the Huntresses in the back violently masturbate, Myara would examine the multitude of potions before her, attempting to catalog each one. The Elf would hold unlabeled or confusing potions before the clone, asking for specifics on each. Especially so on the... larger ones. Myara continues to watch the two work, each taking their rightful place as lowly demonnesses - - besides or on her putrid fucking dick. "Transform them into better sluts? I'll need to know the fucking specifics, cunt. And no beatings. If any of them object, bring them to me. I'll fix my own property, or at least delegate... fixings.

*The voluptuous demoness clone pants as she does her duty, pushing on the back of her creator's head HARD, and forcing painfully, the rest of that cock in, until those huge balls rest on the one on the bottom's chin. Once this is done, the clone's tail goes down and wraps around the other's neck eight or so times, and then tightens, and then tightens more. It then begins to sluice and constrict and loosen rapidly, using the super-tight and definitely painful force to massage the cock through the throat while she is asked to read off the names of the potions. Other than ones noted, there is one called 'Phoenix liquour, which has a phoenix on it. And contains the essence of the famous firebird. Troll essence, which contains the essence of an ur-troll, usually regeneration and size. The rest are inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. The larger one is the Juggernaut Elixir, the distilled essence of a Thanotonic Titan from ages past. Meanwhile, the ichor oozing out around the fat painted lips of the true demoness drips down her chin slowly, and the clone nods at the orders she receives. In regards to the specifics requested, she says "I'll enlarge their asses and hips, prepare them to present you with a good look while you use them."

Myara idly throws her thin calves, completely nude now that her armor's in the shop, over the shoulders of the Demonness that's throating her girth -- her name doesn't matter -- letting her perfect godly feet rest against the shoulderblades of that thick cock-worshipper. The Elf doesn't bother to use her ankles to help that clone whatsoever, content to let her slam her feet on the back of her original's skull time and time again until the bottom of the original's puffy lips could curl, exposed directly to the repulsive ballslime dripping from Myara's enormous, thigh-parting quartet of nuts. The Goddess notes each potion in her head one by one, giving an ever-so-light moan as clone wraps her tail around the original's neck, crushing her esophagus and windpipe around the fetid muscly cock that stretches them. "That's more like it..." the Huntress half-moans. "Get me some food while you're at it, and stash those potions. Store them with the rest of my belongings..." she says, pointing towards her pearlstone-filled backpack "In the Patriarch's chest. And we'll test out your 'transformation' plan on... Mmn.. the head Huntress." she ordered, motion over at one of the female orcs grating her cunt along the rough floor. Black slime had at this point completely covered the face of the original demoness, staining her skin. Permanently marking her with ooze.

*The cloned demoness aided in the throat-fucking of her creator without complaint, smiling all the while. There is a noise soon- the orcs remembering they'd been told not to ruin themselves actually file out of the tent, and there is cursing outside in some language you do not recognize. The tent's flap is pulled back and in is pushed a large black metal ....closet on wheels, in a sense- it looks like it was meant to hold a single person captive. The cart is being pushed by a single, young looking orc girl- this girl would place the cart inside the tent immediately before leaving. Within are many racks and shelves over an inbuilt seat, the cart smells slightly of semen. The contents are manifold, enough food for a single person to eat for a year comfortably, and a good number of potions, as well as something else- the bikini armor has been reworked it seems, or remade, one cannot be sure. It is now composed of black scales and dusky hide, the bottom thong featuring a the same ballbra as the previous, but armoured and fierce looking, the cock however has received a different sheathing- it would be covered by a black metal guard which features images of a fanged skull with horns curling upon it. The top is a halterneck of sorts, with straps upon the back for a weapon. There is also, in the cart, a single hilt of black steel and upon seeing it, the clone speaks up saying "Hmm, my better...I sense you posses some of the extremely rare object known as Pearlstone~? If you like, I can use that to retool all of this into a truly legendary suit of armor- I think I have a few souls in storage that would enhance it just perfectly for you..."

Myara gazes down lustfully at the Demoness forced to split her throat with the Elf's enormous, inky black girth over and over again, rancid and corrupt ooze spurting out around the lewdly-stretched lips of that clone-creator over and over again. Each time her head was ripped away from the flesh-stretching member it instantly felt empty, like a piece of her body was missing -- but that piece was quickly replaced as the clone above slammed her foot down on her creator's skull over and over again, smashing it back onto the engorged meatstick like a nail and mallet. Slowly the charcoal-colored slime came to cover that pitiful cocksucker's cheeks and chin, then forehead, slowly oozing across her like a latex covering until her entire face looked like a slightly-bubbling oil spill. "A much better look for you..." Myara taunted, raising her godly legs up to rest them on the cocksucker's shoulders. Myara glanced towards the tent door as the Orcesses, abused cunts leaking, left... and the cart arrived with it's young orc pusher. The Elf took a moment to examine the newly-worked armor from her bony throne, but as the young Orc girl was about to leave... she piped up: "You're not going anywhere, little slut. Watch a proper cock-worshipper choke on me, because soon enough you'll be next." she ordered with a stern look and a pointing finger. Myara glanced at the armor again, listening to the clone's explaination before replying -- "Mmhmm. Yes, I've got more pearlstone than you can possibly imagine... in that bag, right there. By all means take it, shove those souls into it, and rework it until it's perfect... and then some. Don't take the cart, though, I'll need it for when I take everything these pathetic sluts own and move on to conquer more worthwhile women. In fact... Orc Girl. You, in the corner." she spat, glancing towards the little Orcess that pushed the cart in. "Take the place of Clone in feeding me, and in shoving this pathetic cumslut across my cock. Prove that you have worth."

*For her age, the orcess seemed to be very very very well endowed. She had a rather developed ass on her, wide hips already primed for breeding, and juicy thighs to cushion thrusts- all a woman needs to fulfill her purpose. In any case, when directed, the clone says "My better, it shall only take me a moment, I shall return." With that, the bag's pearlstone contents and the clone dissapear in a puff of red smoke, leaving behind the orc girl who says simply "Yes, Mistress" and moves closer, she had observed how it was being done, but she was not powerful enough to push the demoness onto the cock as effortlessly as the other had, and so she must use both hands to push that head down the cock whenever commanded, eyes staying on the floor. A minute or so later with a large black and red colored case. She grips the door of the small closer sized case and opens it, saying "My better, I bestow upon you the Celestian Aegis" The object within is glorious to behold, a fauld of black leather with plating upon its flanks of bright white steel, which seems to shimmer with consellations and starlight, these flanks go about halfway down the elf's leg in length, and have a small bit of midnight blue cloth that trails down across the groin and ass, and the requisite ball protection package. The chest armor is a breastplate of the starry steel with a single pauldron on the right. The case also holds a tiara-like crown of pearlstone with little sapphires inset around the edges. She says "This suit, I have filled with the soul of a blue dragon maiden I raped ages ago, this will grant you a great level of protection from electricity and cold~" she trails off, moving the case around and opening the other side- within is something of a marvel, a great two handed sword with serrated edges, tiny etching in an archaic tongue made up the length of the blade and, while it has the same star-metal surface as the armor, it's cutting edge gives off a crimson glint. The demoness states then "And this bears a magma mermaid who was able to cast angelic magic's heart, and the souls of a hundred violated virgin humans, granting it strength and a fluidity of blade, it shall strike as quicksilver and slay as if death's scythe." She pauses, looking at the young orcess, and saying "Do you wish me to improve her? I have an idea, a little troll blood may make her able to at least have a purpose..."

Myara spits on the Demoness still throating her cock -- a slut forced to choke on the air-stealing girth for at least a few minutes while Clone left and the little Orc-girl struggled to take her place. The Elf would make sure to idly wrap fingers over the Demoness' hair, tugging and pulling on the locks... with a few drips of daemonic cock-tar oozing across it from the productions of her gigantic member. She'd yawn and relax, stretching her arms in the air and legs over the Demoness' shoulders... as off-white, disgustingly thick prejizz began to spurt out of the poor cocksleeve's nostrils, spurt after spurt. Looks like her stomach couldn't hold anymore. "Don't waste a fucking drop, slut." Myara ordered to the still-attentive cocksucker. She took a moment to admire the absolutely stacked little Orc girl as she approached her pony throne, walking up with two hands and struggling to slowly pump the pathetic bitch impaled on cockmeat on and off the horrid member. "Faster, slut..." The Elf said, clearly disappointed in the little girl's expectedly lackluster performance. Her supple calves would drape over the poor, cock-stuffed woman's shoulderblades when she was properly impaled... then extend as the Orc-girl pulled her back by her hair alone, rising up and down with each forced thrust. Myara glanced up to finally a pleasant sight: clone, presenting a suit of armor finally fit for her Daemonic, godly self, sparkingly with gems of all sorts. "You work quick, slut. I've only been having to deal with this absolutely pitiful Orc-girl and your pathetic cocksucking-half for twenty minutes. No, don't waste Troll Blood on this pitiful young bitch, just throw her out. Give the Troll Blood to yourself so you can properly piston on my cock so I can cum already." Myara ordered as the gooey, tar-like black slime oozing off of her cockflesh had completely slathered over the Demonness' cum-slurping head, prejizz spurting out of not only her nostrils... but eyes and ears somehow.

*The demoness nods as she is commanded. She motions to the young orc girl, and flicks toward the door, the girl is lifted and tossed outside quickly. Then, the succubus says "Troll's blood cannot improve on me, My better, but if you wish~?" She pauses, and says "Dange-" Then she and her clone vanish in a puff of red smoke, filled with images of red chains. Then, the ground shakes and rumbles, second before it bursts open. The armor case, and the potions case both seem to automatically close as the ground bursts beneath the room's inhabitant, and all it's contents sink down into the ground and then into a swirling red vortex- The environment that greets Myara seconds later is not one she would likely have expected- then again, she didn't expect to the fall through the floor. She is in a small cave, no sign of the light of the sky is noticeable, there is, however, the sound of an immense number of creatures moving outside of the passage leading out, great great numbers chittering and clicking- and as you see a multitude of big red eyes emerge in the darkness, a sheet of flame rises up in the passage, barring their way. An image of the demoness appears inches away from the elf and says "Captured....can't stay...ready self...can't keep away...long..."

Myara watched idly at the pathetic Orc-Girl is put in her proper place -- not impaled on Myara's godly, six-inch-thick, tar-oozing daemon-cock... but thrown out of the tent into the mud beyond. Stacked as she was, weakness and an inability to properly worship are inexcusable, of course. The Elf brings her sculpted calves up and to the side, resting her feet back on the dirt bottom of the tent as the Demoness, only seconds before choking on gallons of precum fit to drown a family, pipes up... jizz bubbling out of her fucking tear ducts as she speaks. Myara watches idly, resting her chin on a fist... then falls. The bone throne collapses, the tent walls cave, and The Elf's beautiful feet kick up into the air as the area around becomes absolutely pitch black. She's not sure if she passed out or just fell far, but Myara can see no source of light but a wall of burning flame surrounding her powerful Demon-slave. Cracking her sinew-laced neck and rising from the cracked ashes of her bony throne, Myara quickly snaps her fingers -- in a flash her ornate armor, the Celestian Aegis, surrounds her, shimmering white armor over black leather covering every last small curve, right shoulder protected in a single thick slab. Her balls are immediately wrapped up -- somehow in perfect comfort -- by a simple sheathe of gem-crusted blue cloth that rubs her sackflesh in all the right ways. That enormous Daemonic cock constricted somewhat, enclosed in an unseen... but complicated-feeling apparatus under her small blue loincloth. The Elf leans down, picking up her greatsword, Daemonic strength making it an ease to heft, and shouldering it. Quickly she faces the pillar of flame, somehow holding the enormous sword in her right hand and materializing energy for a spell she had just recently learned in her left. As soon as she could see a single angry pair of red eyes get too close for comfort she'd cast the chain lightning spell, then get to work with her sword. While more fit with a bow, something made swinging that crimson-bladed hunk of steel feel natural to her. "Come at me."

*Luckily for Myara, as the fire fell, the image of the demoness vanishing once more, the sight that greeted her did not put her off as much as one might expect- it was surely terrifying to see a horde of purple carapaced spiders the size of great danes pouring down the hallway toward her, but she had the presence of mind, and the eyesight, to note an oddity about some of the group- at intervals there were spiderlings which seemed to possess sacs of a yellow colored liquid, and with the eyesight only an elf could note, she spotted a droplet fall off of it, and boil a rock on the floor to soup. All in the space of a few seconds. And so, deciding to make use of intuition, she would unleash her chain lightning at the first of such creatures in the hopes something would happen- if all else failed, it would still strike many of the creatures. What happened exceeded her expectations completely, the creature squeels in terror and erupts in place, dousing all nearby in a mixture of flame and sharp yellow acid, all spiders nearby perish immediately and the fire and explosions actually manage to strike the further back, resulting in a chain reaction and the rapid annihilation of the oncoming hordes. The acid is brutal, in the wake of the explosions, the stone corridor is widened about a foot in every direction, creating a series of smooth bubbles in the rocks that went to the limits of the radius of each arachnid's death area. No remains of the spiders are visible at the moment.

*Behind Myara, there still exists the cart with the potions inside, if inspected there would be a vial Noted as 'Obsidia' with naught but a black label upon it, there is a particularly fine looking vial that has the image of a white, smiling face borne upon a zephyr of wind, curling around the glass container's puffy, white contents, and then there are a number of other containers, three vials of troll essence, and a number of demon essences. Finally, there is one noted as 'Hoar blood of the Fryse Hags'.

Myara yells deeply as her outstretched arms casts shocking bolts across the horde of skittering dog-sized spiders, blowing the particularly acid-filled ones sky-high until the entire horde was defeated in a single spell. Corrosive, explosive fluid combusts in all directions, widening the thin exit they streamed out of and ending the fight without a single sword-swing. "That's more like it..." The Elf mutters, glancing around in the dim lighting as her eyes adjusted. She sheaths her greatsword behind her shimmering armor, glittering bright enough to illuminate a small area around her enough to see somewhat clearly. Myara gives her hand a gentle, soothing rub as she approaches the cart full of all sorts of potions and vials -- she can't take it with her, so she'll have to swallow as much as she can, fearing she won't be powerful or intimidating enough to face whatever's through the only exit. "I should have sucked the power out of that succu-bitch earlier..." she thought as she grazes across the glass of the top potion, something simple. Troll Blood and Essence, it reads, and there were a few bottles of it. She'd uncork the dirty cap and gave it a tiny little taste, watching the effects. If nothing particularly catastrophic took her, she'd down it. Then another. The Demonness said it wouldn't even affect her, so why not drink all three bottles of the iron-tasting stuff? Myara wipes her lip off, looking at the changes overwhelming her lithe body, taking them in. Loving them. But there was so much more to drink... The Black Ichor, for instance. Emboldened by the rush of Troll Blood through her body, Myara... somewhat foolishly.. mixes the rest of the Black Ichor, a quarter of the Juggernaut Elixir, a few drops of Phoenix Liquor and an entire bottle of Demon essence in one of the empty, oversized vials that once held Troll's Blood. If it didn't explode in her face, she'd down it immediately, savoring the taste, and dripping a few bits directly onto her tits, cock, and balls inadvertently.

*Having downed the troll's blood Myara would feel something on her feet- scabbed over as they had become from the rocks upon the beach a few hours ago, they were now spotless, lacking completely in any signs of injury, She felt her bones grow iron hard, and extremely durable, and whats more she enlarged, growing to about six feet tall, giving the previously short woman a whole new perspective on the world- and she felt a particular strength in her limbs she had never had at any point previously. Having mixed the many powerful potions together in an ill-advised manner, she takes it upon herself to test her alchemy skills. They apparently aren't too shabby, for not only does it not explode, but when consumed it takes effect immediately, she is forced to remove her armor for a moment as her body is wracked with many alterations. She grows again, reaching about seven feet in height, and gaining a nice six pack upon her belly, and then losing it as a series of organic, bony protrusions form over the entirety of the "elf" body she previously possessed, her breasts double in size [url=http://img.rule34.xxx//images/1027/340f7857fdbf45aa3e9fa901f7127989d996efa4.jpg?1027165]becoming a light crimson color and coated with veins.[/url] they ooze a green liquid when pressed upon, and this liquid smells strongly, to the point it might draw others to smell it, sends up a stream of dark green aroma from it's landing location. Each of the fat nipples seems strong yet flexible when needed, and the breasts are rather large at a 30E. Further down the armored body of the now monstrosity, her cock gains, beneath it's foreskin, a layer of plating on either side of it's length. Light plating, of course, but it is there, segmented armoring with a series of unpleasant soft hooks upon it. What isn't covered in armor are the crotch, ass and crack, and tits, and all ooze a thin film of disgusting smelling grime near constantly - though it does not overflow off of the surface, like a mucus membrane. Her balls also grow a little larger. 

*Now, the rest of the changes, from the girl's upper back, just below her shoulder blade, emerge a quartet of mid-length (roughly two and a half foot long long), multisegment tendrils, each as slimy as the monster's body, they have at their tips a toothed sucker, and, you sense, the ability to absorb essence from those they latch onto, as well as perhaps serve other purposes...Myara would note they can deposit large spherical life-forms coated in hundreds of feelers to place her spawn in unwilling victims. And lastly, she feels her fingers and feet turn to claws.

Myara licks the last drop of Troll Blood off of her supple, puckered lips, slowly feeling her body change. Her muscles enliven, twitching all over her body, then feeling relaxed, then twitching again -- ripping themselves apart inside her before reforming twice as strong, thrice as strong, and then even more, over and over again. The sensation is even a bit pleasurable as her muscly cock even twitches a bit, bobbing up and down with lust, prejizzing continuously. Myara sighs, taking off her armor -- she's still quite lithe, but has a bit more definition on her arms and torso, making her ever-so-slightly muscled, and concealing the real strength underneath. The Elf leans back on her new, firmer ass, raising her vile concotion up to her lips -- it makes her eyes water -- and, after a light taste to little effect, downing the quart or so of potion in one gulp. Darkness creeps around the corners of her eyes, nearly blacking her out with painful, nerve-wracking... lust.. as her body warps itself into a completely new form. Her height grows significantly, shooting upwards, feeling quite unnatural -- and then, in an instant, easily-balanced second nature. That balance is suddenly thrown off, forcing Myara's new height to roll over onto her side as her tits balloon, shooting out of new... bony armor plates? Myara panics for a moment, ignoring her swollen, cherry-red G-cups as a bony carapace forms, ribbed, over her back, forearms, and chest, quickly concealing a tight six-pack she's sported. Rancid green fluid drips onto her exoskeleton, already staining the area above her stomach with a concentrated liquid of lust that not only oozes from her fat teats, but thoroughly slimes nearly every exposed piece of flesh. Tantalizing. Dripping. Her quadruple-sack of balls strain to pop larger, growing to the size of small oranges to dangerously oversized ones, absolutely sloshing with fresh, tar-thick jizz. The Elf gasps, feeling something bursting out beneath her bony shoulderblade -- another quartet, this time of bony tendrils the length of her calf. They flail around in the air wildly, dripping with the fluid of her insides before they slowly calm down and dry. The "Elf" pants, still a bit taken aback by her body even as her armor magically reforms around her new form, albeit a tiny bit tighter on her oversized nuts. But she doesn't let it get to her -- she has to keep moving. Myara quickly stashes the remains of the cart and potions in a dark corner, taking anything she can with her in a makeshift rucksack is possible... and if it's not, she only takes her sword and armor, walking off towards the entrance of the cave, sword unsheathed and at the ready while her engorged tits drip with an unfamiliar lust.

*Traveling through the marred tunnel Myara makes a clanking, noisy sound with her passage, the metallic armor plus the new, unfamiliar force of her steps making for a roughshod trip. Soon, she would come to a turn in the tunnel, and then she would see, down a hall a pair of strange creatures- well, looking at herself Myara may rethink calling them strange. They are roughly six feet tall each, with fairly wide hips, and thighs, and boasting a moderately large abdomen bobbing behind their rears that is filled with a fair amount of large yellow spheres, and which seem to give off light. These women are clad in yellow-tinted carapace armor and each bears a hook-bladed halberd, and has glowing yellow eyes. They immediately spot Myara and begin to rush toward her, one hissing out "We wanted this to end without undo violence, now we're going to have to drag you to our queen."

Myara stumbles somewhat clumsily through the scarred, dark tunnel, quickly betraying her position to a pair of spider-women, brimming with eggs. After taking a mere glance at them, she knows they mean trouble... but finds her new body feeling surprisingly un-intimidated. As if the two before her were nothing more than flies to be swatted. Quickly her once wide-open eyes droop, exposing her apathy towards the two. Her previously raised sword drops to around chest-level. Her parted, juice-slathered thighs return from their battle-stance to grind their supple fat against each other yet again... and the elf-turned-demon just stared at them idly as they skitter towards her. As soon as the first spidergirl comes within her imposing reach, however, Myara uses newfound strength and attempts to slam the hilt of her ornate sword into the girl's skull from the side. Regardless of whether the first slipped by or fell, she'd immediately run past, attempting to parry that sharp second halbred with her bony forearm alone, attempting to toss it to the side, leaving them both incapacitated -- if possible.

*Lashing out with your blade's hilt, you strike the first spider woman in the side of the skull. She is out instantly, though you register how tough these creatures actually are. They had in fact registered a certain desire at the assets before them, but never hesitated to attack. The second creature's halberd comes down but the nigh invulnerable bony plate steals all the bite from the strike, then whips aside, throwing it out of the woman's reach. She is left unarmed, her unconscious fellow within arm reach. She would gamely attempt to bring up her fists and prepare to fight. Something here breeds loyalty, it seems.

Myara smacks the first spidergirl in the side of the skull, making a loud crack resound down both ends of the long, damaged hallway. She crumples into unconsciousness instantly, flying past in her charge until her supple body is forced to scratch against the rough floor, limp. Immediately the bony Elf-Demon turns her attention to the next charging female, raising up her bony forearm... and meeting more resistance than she predicted.. but nevertheless tossing that large Halberd aside with an additional clatter. The last bipedal, egg-stuffed girl would be grappled as soon as her fists were raised, Myara attempting to simply overpower her, fists to fists. If she could force the spidergirl atop her limp partner's unconscious form, she would, forcing a glistening nipple inside her mouth and attempting to squeeze out the green ooze with a free hand, stuffing her throat in a slime-slicked instant.

*A warrior she may be, but a warrior whose armament is gone. She has lost, she knows, but she is not going to give up. She is a warrior bred, and she pulls back to deliver a powerful punch up toward the much larger individual's face, jumping in the attempt. Her hands are snatched out of the air, each fist gripped with far superior strength and she is left dangling, her teeth grit in anger as she glares up at her, before she flopped down atop her unconscious friend, part of her pressing into her egg-bloated abdomen as she is lain on her back, and then the great size of Myara presses down upon her, and puts that big monstrous breast to her mouth, the slimed, nasty surface leaving a bit of sticky gunk on her lips just from the action. Even then, she refuses to suck, and when the liquid is forced into her mouth she does not swallow it- resisting till she -has- to swallow or pass out, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the taste as she is forced to ingest the foul concoction, a stream of green fumes coming from her nose.  Her eyes' yellow glow dims significantly as she swallows more and more, and Myara actually notes her hips widening, her ass fattening, and her tits enlarging. Her lips also thicken.

Myara would cup her tit in two hands once it had firmly squeezed into the spidergirl's mouth, too firm to be bitten, but pliant enough to be pressed between two powerful palms. Thick green fluid -- a more appropriate term would be 'gel' -- flowed steadily out of her left breast, pint after pint forced in a wall down the spidergirl's throat whether she liked it or not. It lined her esophagus, leaking into her lungs, quickly slathering itself across the inside of the stomach and dissolving into the bloodstream bit by bit. It was absolutely rancid in the air, and disgusting to taste, at least a first... but the spidergirl would quickly find herself liking it. Enjoying it. Needing it. The Elf-turned-Demon would shove her second fat nipple in the spidergirl's mouth, stretching her jaw wide with fat titflesh that absolutely emptied as two hands squeezed them together. As soon as the girl's thighs became wide enough to grind against each other, however, Myara would quickly pull her breasts out -- she needed a warrior, not a breeder. She'd let the poor, pinned, egg-stuffed girl squirm for just a moment, allowing the wall of ooze to properly travel down her throat before grabbing the girl's hair in two hands... shifting forwards... and dropping that 14" bitch-breaking cock, thick as her thigh, against the slut's face. Covering it in corruptive black slime much more powerful than the pitiful productions of her dual breasts.

*If allowed, the spider woman would reach back to flick a latch on her armor plating, causing it to detach and clatter off to the side, letting her now enormous tits free. She would then use her elbows to lift them- so large were they that an average human would have trouble lifting them with their elbows alone, but she seems quite capable- she hefts them up, surrounding the enormous schlong with sticky, humanesque flesh and beginning to give her greater a supreme titjob, jimmying her tits along the fat armored length as one hand grips the foreskin to pull it back, the presented tits then holding it away from the head and keeping it's filthy cargo visible to the air, and making the bitch's eyes water. Her sizable cocksucker lips then move forward lapping affectionately at the disgusting surface, even retching a few times as, even in her servile mind she must respond to the bodies prompts for disgust. She presses her nose to the surface and breathes as, in her head, her hive mind connection is being smothered beneath this fel corruption in her cerebrum and she is helpless to resist. After working over the exterior for a moment, she would begin to suckle on the head of the cock, slowly trying to work the immense thing into her mouth.

Myara smiles, beaming down towards the pathetic pile of titflesh and worship beneath as that forlorn spidergirl, curvier than ever, begins to take her proper place -- underneath Myara's rancid, stinking Daemon-cock. Immediately the bony Daemoness above disengaged her cock-armor, the magical plates vanishing in an instant as the servile spidergirl wrapped two heaving 40H-cups around the once-Elf's foreskin-covered cock, coating them in thin black slime... until a few exploring fingers peel back the thick foreskin around it revealing the muscly, barbed interior. Black and gooey as ever, the member immediately releases a foul musk so thick that it's visible in the air as an onyx haze. It gives the warrior-girl's finger a tiny, acidic burn -- completely unnoticeable in her sheer unbridled adoration for Myara, but stinging nevertheless. Her tear ducts would flood in an instant as her foolish tongue and puffy lips wrapped around the distendingly large, ooze-spattered cockhead. The only thing keeping that bitch's throat from immediately being stained black, permanently marked by the dark cockflesh was the thick layer of tit-slime that had covered her insides from mouth to stomach. Even then the green ooze protecting her dissolved in an instant, overtaken and dominated by the black ichor of Myara's daemonic dick. All just from suckling on the tip. While she thrusted, Myara decided it would be prudent to make her into a better Warrior... Quickly, she used that Gust of Wind spell she remembered from earlier, flicking her wrist... and having a tiny vial from her nearby rucksack shoot out into her hand. She uncorked it with a single daemonic claw, driving it into the porous material, tearing it out, and dripping it all over the pitiful slut's face. Myara wouldn't stop there, of course, grabbing the pathetic woman's hair in two fistfuls, standing up on the woman's stomach, and driving downward with immense force. She didn't care if the slut's throat distended, nor if her jaw dislocated. The Daemoness above would thoroughly drive that dick until it spat inky, tar-thick prejizz directly into her fucking stomach... and it took quite a few pistoning thrusts, driving the half-conscious cunt's skull against the head of her less-aware sister over and over again until they nearly cracked from strain, literally knocking the last thoughts of her Queen from her mind with each smack. Eventually that cock sat as far as it could go -- a pitiful four inches inside. "How fucking pathetic..." Myara observed, throwing two fistfuls of the slut's ichor-stained, ruined hair to the side. Instantly Myara got up, dragging the squirming slut with her between her grinding, powerful thighs like she was just another cock-sock: she was, after all.

Myara walked calmly over to her thrown-aside backpack, ruffling through the variety of potions within and gracing her fingers past the huge vial of Juggernaut Elixir she kept -- not too large to call with her magic wind, of course... but what's the fun in willing a vial over when you can painfully drag a useless bag of titflesh with your cock across jagged rock? Putting a gem-armored foot on the spidergirl's twitching, still not-cock-stuffed throat, she bucked down, ripping her own black muscly member out of her lesser's body all at once and tossing her to the side like a fucking grain of sand. "You're not worth it, ugh." she said, rolling her eyes at the woman. Two tendrils would shoot out from her back, latching on to the woman's tits, brutally tugging at her gigantic H-cups with barb-like teeth. The four of them didn't have enough tits to go around, so inevitably they fought over her nipple, ripping it from each other occasionally to the point where they ended up stretching the tit out... then pushing it nearly flat against the squirming, screaming spidergirl's body, sometimes tugging hard enough to lift her into the air as Myara just watched, giggling. Letting her tendrils do their job of slowly absorbing the pathetic slut's essence, Myara would saunter back over to the other spidergirl just as she woke up, straddling her unconscious, unspoiled body right above her abdomen. The slowly-breathing girl wasn't awoken by her friend's lustful, pained screams, chest rising and falling into the air, plump ass against the dirt, and juicy abdomen forcing her legs to spread... "Mmn. Well, shoving this gigantic fucking potion right up your useless cunt wouldn't do you any good, so let's try something a little more... absorbing. Your ass, perhaps?" Myara taunted at the unconscious spidergirl as she planned out her rude awakening. Without a second thought Myara tore the top off of the glass vial so strongly that the cork didn't come off -- the glass top did, shattering it. Glass scattered beneath, bouncing off of her nigh-invulnerable cock and finding its way into cracks in the ground as the black fluid soaked her slimy, goo-spattered cock, foreskin still pulled back by lust. "And time to start, then..." Myara said, drawing a panicked gaze from the pitiful slut whose energy was being absorbed... as she sat right down on her friend's egg-stuffed abdomen, and shoved the dick into her tiny rosebud so powerfully she hilted it.

*The subservient slut felt the many awful things done to her, as an outsider looking in- though she enjoyed it all. Tears were expended very quickly as every ability a body can possess is raped as surely as she is, the goopy green gel layering her throat makes it difficult to breathe, the dense matter turning her gullet into a sewer pipe, she had begun to emit a low-key, yet extreme vibration around the cock to cause it massive pleasure, when she felt a shower of disgusting purplish gunk splatter her face, getting in her eyes. It is then pushed into her body via cock, and the demonic essence begins to go to work- the glowing from her abdomen changes shortly to a sickly green one, and the eggs look to have become spiked. Her cunt tightens, though it would gain the ability to milk invaders all the more powerfully. However, all these things failed to grant her a place in the heart of the rapist, and she was cast aside- --after being thoroughly defiled by the disgusting cock-tar. which befouled her throat- she kept on trying to serve, but she was dragged to the traveling sack where a vial of liquid was withdrawn, the the subservient bitch, hearing the pronunciation of her worthlessness, begins to scratch something into the dirt of the cave floor, a map of sorts- she gets a good bit done, in fact, before the cock is jerked from her throat, and she is left to feed her essence to rapist above her. She doesn't fight it, feeling the pallor of her flesh dim, and the glow of her eggs darken- this part truly makes her grieve regardless of her new allegiance, but she cannot fight it. She is loyal to a new queen. As her comrade was suddenly subjected to an anal installment of fucking the juggernaut elixir, she began to change- her abdomen remains, and since she had not yet been unarmored, her armor cracks as her body forms up with great musculature, a second pair of arms forming below her previous and her hips widening to a pleasant fifty inches, while her ass juices up like a pair of toned watermelons. She is not subservient yet, but she sure is uncombative- still wakening from the effects of unconsciousness as she feels her ass being ripped apart, and her form changing. Meanwhile, the one having her essence drained ceases to provide it, her eyes are a simple, dull green, she has a disheveled look to her, and her abdomen is dark.

Myara kneels on the second pathetic spidergirl's bloated eggsack, crushing weight forcing hundreds of glowing yellow orbs to stretch and splay to the sides, flattening the flesh beneath... as her enormous, splitting cock plunges inside. She squeezes her powerful Daemon-hands tightly around the girl's unconscious, limp legs, claws digging deep into supple skin without breaking it. That enormous, six-inch thick, fourteen-inch long monstrosity of a cock tears the poor girl's anal lining instantly, slowly bringing her back to the surface just as the Elixir takes it's effect, magnified slightly by the tar-like ichor now cleaving off of Myara's rancid dick and lining the inside of that poor slut's intestines as they're forced up into her abdomen, bulging out. Myara's barb-tipped cockhead deploys just for a moment, anchoring her inside while she observes the effects: Her fingers dig harder into the spidergirl's thighs as they tighten and sculpt into muscular pillars, keeping a crushing grip on the firmer flesh. She watches as a tight eight-pack bursts out from the spidergirl's pitiful armor, glistening with the sweat that drips off of her exhausted, tight tits, pulled even more taut by the contracting muscle around them. Myara's anchored cocktip is constricted by the girl's growing abdominal muscles, and the Daemoness actually does begin to fear for a second that the waking girl will put up quite the fight -- until an idea crosses her mind. Two bony back-tentacles tear off of the first slut's draining, oversized tits, whipping into the air and clearly glad to finally stop fighting with their bretheren. The tendrils shoot forward, Myara leaning to ensure they both find their mark -- the unconscious spidergirl's tightly-wound breasts, where they latch on and begin not draining, but filling. Filling the girl's breasts... then her bloodstream... then her existence.. with every useful bit of the first spidergirl: including that subservience soul. Inevitably the two would fight in the unconcious one's head for Myara's amusement, but for now the Daemoness was content to wrap around those toned thighs, unlatch her enormous cock, and start pumping that enormous bulge of meat in and out of the slut's oil-slicked asshole, spattering ooze across her crotch area with each rough piston.

*The warrior-spider now made an amazon of a woman shakes wildly, as the sheer level of mental domination subjected to the now drained spider seems to do it's best to override the mentality of the combative warrior one. As well, it seems the now much larger spider-woman's eggsack grows larger, sponatneously generating a much larger quantity of large eggs to deliver- and each is spiked. As well, the large bag of torment glows green instead of yellow. That asshole stays just as wonderfully tight, surely virgin and now broken in by a truly ungodly schlong. So massive it almost makes the warrior side of her sob, if not for the servile wench implanted within her. Hatred and Love mix within the mind of the tortured yet now massive, four armed woman's cerebrum. Her curves plump up just a bit more, but not as oversized as her previous partners- though this could certainly be easily remedied.

Myara used the bony tendrils biting into the well-muscled spidergirl's heaving breasts as leverage, literally reaching forward to grasp the anchored, biting bits like handlebars and shoving deeper into the pitiful woman's ass an inch at a time. Her enormous, cunt-splitting black ichor of a cock seemed to hilt inside her surprisingly fast, forcing muscly flesh out of the way like liquid butter. Already Myara began to prejizz a black, tar-like substance inside the poor slut's lower body, shooting up her intestines in a second on a crash-course to dribble out of her gasping mouth. The Daemoness made sure, all the white, to rest her bony back against the ever-expanding egg chambers of the spidergirl, shaking every last spiked egg with her gyrating hip-blasts as she got closer and closer to painting the inside of that poor girl... Her cock seized.. and suddenly, Myara pulled out. The Daemoness reached down quickly, seizing the cocksleeve's ankles to lift those tiny little feet up alongside her barbed, knotty cock, holding it steady with two cushioning soles as Myara attempted to push full force into the tight spider-slit above, hoping to bust her entire built-up load inside there and impregnate every last fucking egg. "Take your rightful place as a woman, and worship my fucking cock you filth." Myara seethed.

*As the larger being that is Myara pressed down on the confusion wracked girl 'neath her, the woman apparently conquers some of the confusion, her muscly membranous arms reaching up, one hand on Myara's hips, and the other wrapping around her shoulder as she went in for the mating press- and they locked onto her, trying to hold her inside as deep as she can. Luckily for her, her eggsack is very durable, as warrior must carry them into battle- usually they are raping what men they can find to get themselves fertilized, but now she must, as directed, assume the role of the woman. To rape one's betters was a sin, and she would not ever be doing anything but what she was spawned into this world to do- she was a woman! Her thick lips open and close as she breathes in and out heavily, her glowing green eyes half-lidded as she tosses her head about, short black hair not whipping much, but sure greased with some thin layer of filth from just being in the vicinity of the filthy rapist above her. Meanwhile, the drained girl tries to drag herself off down a corridor, greyed out and purposeless.

Myara holds the spidergirl's two feet firmly against her cock as she shoved in all at once, pushing the spidergirl's possibly virginal vaginal walls to the side in one immensely powerful stroke. Instantly the fat, barbed cocktip split her cervical entrance, going so far as to not only bash into her womb, not only smack prejizzing tip against the rear wall, but stretch that fucking womb into the spidergirl's pathetic womanly abdomen. As it should be. Myara gritted her fangs and came, digging claws into feet that had been pinned between their hips -- a fucking geyser of black gel.. syrup, even, erupted into the spidergirl's womb all at once, pint by pint... gallon by gallon topping her off and then overfilling her. Myara's jet-black sperm were the size of fucking tadpoles, and this time? This time they had fucking teeth. They ripped and tore their way to Nez's eggs, impregnating them with the Daemoness' twisted DNA. It didn't matter if there were ten thousand spiked, oversized eggs in there, they would all be impregnated thrice over by Myara's gangraping gigantic sperm.

*The spider girl's cunt was ruined for anyone not already horribly, disgustingly corrupted, for the interior received the black inky sheaf that was the inside of any hole raped by that schlong. The the eggsack warped once more, enlarging, beginning to smell foul, the eggs within pulse a blue-purple color. So swollen is her egg-sack by now that she would have trouble walking were it not for her newfound strength. However, as the eggs are all fertilized, the woman seems to be less helpful in the fucking, as if something is changed, she tries to stand, but some form of inner turmoil stops her. Her head shocks back for a moment as she murmurs and scratches at herself a little bit, then she calms down, the submissive implanted in her forcing her to submit and ignore any instinctual urges. She speaks in a surprisingly lovely voice "Do you wish me to lead you somewhere, My Queen? I will protect and serve and lay whenever you wish...If you desire, my name is Oona."

Myara hilted inside the pathetic spider-slut before her with one final loud smack, crashing their hips together and crushing the spidergirl's trapped feet yet again. The Daemoness yawned, spurting out the last vestiges of tar-thick ballsnot into her womb to the point where it even bulges out her otherwise sculpted, eight-pack-laced abdomen. Myara leans forwards, shoving her fingers against the firm flesh just beneath that medicine-ball's worth of extra tar-jizz and rips her knotty cock all at once. Her barbs undeploy a little late, scratching up the inside of the slut's cervix -- but who cares? She's a fucking woman, a cocksleeve, a cum dumpster. Useless for little more than feeble worshiping and half-assed breeding. As Myara tears her dick out, the billions of tar-sperm seem to seal themselves inside her womb, not a drop remaining aside from the inky-black seminal fluid that absolutely stains everything between her legs as well as her entire vaginal passage... likely permanently. Myara listens idly to the slut's silly words, leaning back against the bloated eggsack as her offspring grow rapidly underneath. Her bony feet reach down, slamming themselves on either side of the cock-cleaner's head as she spits out her name, interrupting her. "So, OoonAAAH!" The Daemoness taunts, mocking her scream. Tell me how fast your eggs will grow, what they will grow into, what you can do for me otherwise... and clean my cock." she ordered. Simultaneously the bony tendrils once ripping into the smaller spidergirl's curvy but drained breasts tore out simultaneous to the others, all of the bony tentacles whipping back into Myara's back and unleashing their absorbed energy within her.

*The spider woman yelps out in pain as her twat is pulled out of, leaving it even more red-rimmed. Or it would look as such, if it wasn't stained black. She pauses as she is questioned, feeling her womb distend and prod out her muscular belly. She half-pushes herself up with her four arms, despite the feet on either side of her head. She answers the questions quickly so she can get to her other duties, saying "I an lead you wherever you wish to go within this world's underbelly, I can lead you to the false, usurper queen. The eggs will grow very quickly- but I require a woman- or women into which to implant them...They will grow into something ...more- your essence is the strongest of us two, and so it will take precedence in the younglings growth, they will be mighty but subservient, I think..." As she says this, she leans forward now, her head coming up- she grips what she can of her mid-length hair and begins to use it as a rag to wipe off seminal fluid- then she goes to work with an extremely thorough tongue-bath, and much more skilled than the service the previous spider girl had offered.

Myara's cock drips thick, gooey preseed and black sperm-ichor alike down onto the spider-woman's chin as she bends her body forward -- between her head-wreathing ankles -- to slurp on the barbed tip of that enormous Daemonic cock. The Daemoness is mildly impressed as her efforts as she permanently marks her hair with the staining, rancid filth of Myara's knotty, disgusting-looking meatshaft. Myara watches from above, listening to her explanation before she takes her proper place: stretching her pathetic, useless throat with a six-inch wide piece of godly dick. "Well, your friend is too fucking weak." the Daemoness comments, pointing towards the silhouette dragging itself along the cave into the distance. "Hopefully she'll make herself useful in the world by stretching her throat wide enough to take a real fucking cock or something. Did you know her personally, 'Oona'?" Myara asks, pulling the pitiful, muscled spidergirl off of her cock all at once, leaving her throat oh-so-empty. Ropes of disgustingly thick nutspunk bridge the gap between tar-choked lips and dripping cocktip. Her entire throat is now marked, permanently lined in mucous-like slime. Myara would await her explanation, then roll off of the spidergirl's bloated eggsack, giving it a brutal kick as a parting gift. The Daemoness reaches down to her knotty, flaccid meatshaft and grips it so tightly it's forced to squeeze it's girth down to 4"... and draws her hand up the length, forcefully cleaving off the top layer of repulsive slime before flicking the goo onto Oona. "Let's fucking go, cunt." Myara said, walking off down the cave in no particular direction, most likely stomping on the worthless curvy spidergirl crawling along the floor on the way out.

*As Myara rises from her torturous positioning of the woman, her legs stretched in a way they shouldn't for long periods of time, she moves to stand, but winces as her egg-sack is struck. She glares at the assimilated spiderling, and shakes her head in disgust, spitting on the ground in response to mention of her. And she says "No, My queen, I did not." She moves and retrieves both previously large, but now just barely out of one handed, halberds, wielding one in each pair of hands as she troops on, she would try her best to get in front of Myara, not to butt-ahead, but to serve her duty as bodyguard. She forms a barricade before her better, any trap would have to get through her imposing bulk of four-armed, voluptuous, musculature. She can be heard trying to clear her throat regularly in response to the tar layered within, but fails utterly, she stops after a few seconds, seeking to remain quiet for her better. She had found the filth flung atop her head and landing upon one of her eyes, and yet...she had made no effort to remove it. If her queen wished her to wear it at the cost of her pain and some of her vision, she would do so. After trooping long for ten minutes or so, she says "There is a goblin merchant in the area, he has many fine wears, if you'd like to see them, and appropriate them?" She pauses, looking down a passage to the right, where a short man in a strange business suit, stands at the apex of a cave, he has a single orc warrior standing seven feet tall in black plate mail, guarding him with a battle-axe, and he has the wall covered in goods. The man sees the glowing of the spider girl's eggsack down the hall and shouts out in a cockney accent "Hey! Yeah, yous. Lookin for gear? potions? food? Perhaps a treasure map? I got everything, come on down!"

Myara walks down the damp, dark corridor, making sure to step twice on the frail form of that drained spiderling before Oona skittered ahead. Myara didn't even glance in her direction -- that piece of flesh and muscle was hers to enjoy and use as she pleased, no longer posing any threat to her. Her presence had become absolutely natural in the span of a few seconds, and the Daemonic Goddess-to-be continued to walk casually down the rough-hewn rock of the cave systems, clattering her bony exoskeleton against every noisy surface without a care in the world. Her backpack, still full of food and two health potions, was shouldered over a single bony arm, caught on a single protrusion of exoskeleton, making it much easier to carry. So Myara strolled onwards, glittering armor reforming properly over those slimed-up cock and balls just as Oona approached.. then turned the corner. Myara would walk towards the stall, completely relaxed, and face the goblin -- towering above him. "I'll take everything. No charge."

*The goblin begins to open his mouth when Oona steps to the side of the on-looking orc, who looks bored and unprepared. She performs a very complicated maneuver with her upper halberd, thrusting the tip up so powerfully that it pierces the orc warrior's head and pins him to the stone wall. He is no longer part of the equation. The goblin throws his hands in the air and says "Look, I got no problem with you queens and shit. Fine, take it all, but I ain't comin back here to resupply you freaks. And before you kill me, all this stuff is locked to me personally, you literally cannot open it without me alive, and if I die after it is opened, all contents dissapear, y'got me? no killin the goblin, ya?" He frowns, looking to the four armed warrioress "Now, what kind of stuff d'ya want, I have a lot of things~"

Myara calmly walks up, not even bothering to reach for the gem-crusted greatsword sheathed in her armor. Her cock bobs in it's own glimmering set of protection mere [i]inches[/i] from the poor Goblin's confused, short-set head, nearly knocking him out with it's sheer, air-bending fel-stench. Myara doesn't bother to glance at the Orc when his head is effortlessly impaled, nor look down at the shrewd merchant's tapered ears. Finally she speaks up, her voice ever so slowly becoming more like a powerful order than a mere sound every time she opens her mouth -- "We'll take all of it, you stupid cunt. It sounds like you're in a worse situation than you think, because the only path that leads to my pathetic pile of womanflesh here [b]not[/b] lopping off your head is you giving me an inventory of every fucking item in your cart and on your person. It's all mine now, and if you attempt to hide anything I'll kill you after I take it." 

*The goblin glares up at Myara, disgust and fear warring with the fact he'll be ruined -and- probably killed by wildlife after this. He scoffs and curses as he hops off the table, snapping a finger as it dissapears, then the chests behind rise up a smidgeon and hook together, he reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a small stone, he then pulls out a key. He tosses it toward Myara as he grasps the stone tightly and vanishes. The multiple containers, three large wagons in fact, are linked together and prepared to move, each has a complex series of locks on the back of them, that seem to fit the keyhole. One wagon is marked "Rarities and Relics", one is marked "Transformatives and Tonics" And the last is marked "Miscellaneous"

*Inside of the first wagon, there are a few things of note: A small, gem encrusted mirror, a bag of strange acorns with words written upon the surface in Sylvan (the language of the fey) which Myara understands reading 'The last of us', a long black chain which, upon grasping, seems to be alive in Myara's hands, like a whip that can go on up to ten feet and glows red-hot (in appearance at least) when used and she knows it in her head to be a 'chain of perdition' used by one of the furies of Ur-talar (Despite not being a native, you know that is one of the fallen angels who used to serve the ruler of the realm.), next there is a crate of forty pounds of something known as "Elysian Bronze" which seems to be ...bronze- but boasting some pretty heavy enchantments and clearly of celestial nature. And finally there is a heavily armored case, like a jewelry box made of red wood and golden metal bracings, upon opening it Myara would find a large decanter of liquid which glows a fiery orange, the glass itself is red tinted and features an image of an inferno rising up from it's base, and bursting into a phoenix-like figure atop it. This must be an EXTREMELY powerful potion to be in the relic wagon. It is labeled 'Spirit of the first Peri'

  The next wagon boasts quite a few things as well, First to catch Myara eye is a single vial labeled "Green Dragon's blood", next there is a flask with a clawed foot atop it that states "Harpy liquor". After that, there is a horse-shaped glass container which reads "Travel at high speeds, travel atop noble hooves. Become a centaur today- side effects may follow" on the clearly equine elixir. Then, there are eighteen health potions. After that, there is a very small, thumb sized glass container of pure white fluid, with a single feather as the only icon upon it. 

  The last wagon features a much more varied grouping of objects, the first item is a masterwork backpack which, upon investigation, seems to allow one to put any amount of things inside of it, and to retrieve them effortlessly with just a thought of what you seek, the next item is a large diamondwrought morningstar which glows with heavenly light. It hurts to touch this at the moment. Then, there is an array of fine silks upon a rack. The next item to be noticed is a fine dress, with a label stating it was woven by nymphs and is made of bound starlight. The last item is a book, which reads "Nymphs and You. What every man (and woman) wants: A guide to the magic of the fey, extended edition.

Myara finally gazed down at the pitiful little excuse for a merchantman just as he poofed into thin air, vanishing in a sudden mist. "Pathetic." she spat, oozing tar onto the ground from her semi-sheathed cock as she sauntered calmly over to each chest, unlocking them one by one as Oona would inevitably remain vigilant... and muscled. Her expression was the same neutral, nonchalant glance... as she handled each piece of weaponry and armor, weighing them in her hands, occasionally tossing something to her spiderling worshipper to be valued at a glance. Myara's expression changed, however, when she came across two distinct potions... the huge vat of Phoenix-relic, and the small white tube of feather-topped fluid. She wouldn't hesitate, starting with the white fluid as she took a sip... and seeing no deadly effects, downing the entire thing down to the last drop. While she awaited changes, Myara tossed the backpack onto Oona's worthless carapace, knocking her into a wall brutally. "Pack the... stuff. Except the Phoenix vat, the Nymph Armor, and the Book..."

*As Oona got to work- her duty. One of many, she slowly picked the bag back up and begins to load of up all the stuff other than that which was singled out. However, as Myara downs the white filled vial she feels different, she changes rapidly, a cloud of white feathers encompassing her as suddenly she notes a number of differences, every vestige of her filthy form she previously possessed has gone- or rather, looking down...It has moved, all of it retreats to her cock, that thing gaining another 5 inches in length, and another inch in girth, while her testicles bulge up by another half in size, grow lumps and copious veins, her bladder sours with corruption as her urinary generation is massively enhanced- but controlled, and all it will deposit will be hyper-vile, as will the semen. The head of the grandly enlarged phallus has four tiny tendrils which spill from the urethra, serving seemingly no purpose but to make the sight more monstrous. Her balls feel heated and sweat very heavily, every droplet smelling of eighty men after an hour on the track. Additionally you know that the surface of that cock exudes now a light layer of venom across it's surface which has magical qualities- it makes the recipient infertile to anyone but Myara, ruining their purposes if women, except to serve their true better. You now also have an inner repository of eggs to deposit- massive things that would even stretch the width of the cock through which they are deposited- and coated in envenomed barbs as well. Now, aside from making Myara's groin the most abominable in the land, she gains a number of other alterations. Her skin in general becomes a fair, pleasant pallor with nary a blemish upon it, while her belly boasts a nice little six pack. Her breasts feature tit-milk which, you know, will enhance fertility by the mouthful, and dull aggression. Next, where there was once a scorpion's tail, there is now a plume of platinum white feathers sprouting from just above Myara's fattened ass (leaving her waist at thirty eight inches). They circle her rear just a bit, not super copious but still there. They act like the back of a mini-skirt, draped over a set of copious ass cheeks which leans to butt-cleavage galore. Then, from her upper back sprouts a pair of mighty white wings which she feels able to flex and flap as if born with them, and finally her hair turns white.  The last change is that her irises within her eyes become a silvery blue color. Oona looks toward Myara simply and bows her head in supplication- within arms reach the phoenix vat remains, and the nymph's gown is shifting in the air, as if altered by magic and undecided on form.

Myara watched Oona idly, remaining completely calm, uncaring even... stripping off the chestplate of her armor as the rest vanished magically as always. She dropped the gem-encrusted magical armor to the ground with a clatter.. and shuddered. Her bony plates seem to melt off of her shoulders, leaving her feeling light on her feet, freed. Her horns dissipate likewise, oozing into her hair... every last rib-like spine across her chest, every scaly interlocking piece of biological armor dissolving into a thick corrupting paste that creeps to the base of her cock, then up it. The already repulsive, knotted and barbed length grows from fourteen inches to nearly twenty, and from six inches in girth to seven. It's nearly the girth of her plump, rubbingly-thick thigh now, and a little longer. It's absolutely fucking rancid, so stinking in the air that even flaccid it continuously drips hot acidic slime like a cesspool of eternal throbbing filth, bobbing with lust continuously as it spits prejizz onto the ground that fucking sizzles, melting into the earth. The air around that demonically-concentrated member ripples with both heat and fel-stench, fit to break a Goddess' mind from near fucking proximity. The new Elf-Angel's attention is so fixated on her own deliciously evil length that she completely forgets about her breasts until they begin leaking out a bit of excess milk. "I'm... Mmn. Beautiful." she says sultrily. Admiring her bigger balls, feathery tail and envenomed fel-cock, she motions over to her worshiper -- "Feed me the Relic, milk my cock for it's seed, and gag the tar back into your putrid snatch. I want your eggs twice-impregnated." she orders.

*Oona watched the changes happen of course, but she went to work as soon as she was ordered, despite the fact that servility did not compel one to near something as disgusting as that cock -HAPPILY-. She went to the wagon, grasped the large vat and lifted it with two hands and, raising it, uncorked it's top. She began to pour it toward her better's open mouth, but it's contents have the work covered- a flume of white fire spouts out as energy explodes from within and out the top, a steam of yellow-white energy pours from the cap and down into Myara's mouth, transfixing her with burning pain as her scourges her body with power it had never felt before. Her skin darkens to a dusky, tan color of sorts, while her wings and tail-feathers gain a golden-bronze and fiery(orange, red, and yellow) coloration, and her hair becomes blonde. She feels immense power (roll me 6 sets of 1d10, and 1 d20, and I'll tell you spells you gain.). She feels a fiery circlet encircle her head in a halo of energy- knowing she can make this invisible when she wants, and her eyes glow bright yellow-red. The beams branch out as well,one going down to the armor upon the ground and reforming it- one traveling to Oona's pack as she gets on her knees to begin very very skillfully working over that barely stomachable cockmeat- the energy steels from within some items, all of the elysian bronze is taken and it pours back out ont othe armor. It reforms into a suit of [url=http://orig09.deviantart.net/4831/f/2013/312/c/2/aphrodite9_angelus_altar_by_nebezial-d6tgj4n.jpg]of golden scales, with taut fabric of gold and red embroidery on the legs and in the cleavage. It is so enchanted that trying to sense whether or not it has magic leads to headaches. The fabric on the legs and groin is so powerful it can be dissolved in areas temporarily at a thought, to reveal one's assets, even. The surface of the suit shines with light that is provided by no sun but the radiance of it's own glory. Additionally, the energy goes to the pack, stealing the morningstar and then stealing the sword Myara had, and combining aspects they possessed. They form into a bronzed stave with a wing-motiffed head of diamonds, and offensive enchantments (roll 2 d20s for it's power.). 

 As these changes are taking hold, Oona has worked that cock to release- the exultation of change leaving Myara little control of her pleasure centers. The poor altered spider girl's talented throat works out a long, sizable gout of a substance so far removed from semen one might as well give it a new name. It is green and black in color- causes a puff of fel fumes to rise from her mouth upon release, and causes her to whimper slightly, but she soldiers on, chugging and chugging even as the acidic qualities foul up her mouth (Not to the point of mutilation, but making it extreeeemly uncomfortable. Once this is done, she begins to try and gag it back up, and succeeds after a fashion, the filthy 'seed', coming out and lading on her hands, which she shakes in pain, and then shovels the contents into own ruined cunt. She does this eighteen times.

*The powers granted to Myara are as follows, listed with the type of spell:  
Angelic: Angelic Guardian (Peri-Influence): You can conjure a permanent being, an angel of some power to serve and protect. It's appearance will be heavily influenced by your current appearance [decided when the ability was granted, so it'll be kinda like the transformations granted by the Phoenix Vat.
Lunar: Starfall: Call down a rain of mini-meteors wreathed in starlight to strike your foes or distant targets. This spell is extremely wearying to use, and drains ones own essence, inter-planar air-strikes are taxing on the body./Startouched: Immune to lycanthropy, and resistant to supernatural seduction.
Summoning: Planar Calling: Roll a d30 when you cast this spell, generate a random planar creature. May or MAY NOT be friendly.
Fey Magic: Fey Nobility (All fey of a non-feral nature recognize you as nobility among their people and will treat you with utmost respect, as well as offer shelter from any danger, even at the cost of their lives. As well, you are permitted to court uncorrupted nymphs, the most lovely and sexually accomplished non-demigod creatures in the land./Dreamdust: Blow a cloud of particles out that smell funny. Those who inhale it must roll a 15 on a d20 or fall asleep for d3 hours.

Myara stands still, tall, and nude again... waiting with closed eyes and relaxed shoulders as Oona releases the Phoenix Essence above her. The sparkling flames illuminate Myara's pale skin perfectly, going so far as to cast sparkling shadows against the otherwise damp, dull walls of the cavern corridor surrounding. The light show in and of itself is beautiful, but Myara's blissful peace is ripped away from her as her jaw flies open, liquid fire burning into both lungs and stomach simultaneously. Her eyes tear mildly, and her once-calm demeanor becomes startled at best. Her hands raise to her throat reflexively, stopping nothing before the flame disappears inside her... and her body glows. Powerful. Rippling with magical, invisible muscle -- and some visible, as her six-pack tightens further below her bountiful, milky breasts. Once-pale skin tans in the sheer heat and light of the burning rays, taking on the color of tanned sand from head to toe. Magic courses through her veins, endowing someone that could now only be referred to -- at the least -- as "Demi-Goddess" with bountiful powers, sizzling rays of light and magic accidentally casting from her fingertips with little twitch... shooting sparks into the wall before Myara finally regained control. The first sensation her slowly-cooling body felt was Oona, raping her strong hands with the extended, fel cockmeat before her... before it's torn away, hidden inside a majestic flowing dress of gold and crimson. "Now this... this is fit for a Goddess.." Myara whispers, encouraging Oona to get back to work. The Angelic Phoenix wills her crotch-armor away and her erect, nearly twenty-inch bitchbreaker flops back out right against Oona's face, staining the already-sloppy skin with a permanently layer of rancid, acidic slime that makes her eyes and nose water from it's mere fucking presence. Vile, noxious stench continues to visibly rise from the Daemonic, concentrated evil between Myara's thighs even as her new armor glistens all on its own. A stave would appear magically in Myara's hand, and she would grasp it, standing still while Oona continues to shovel tar-like macro-sperm into her slavering cunt until it finally reaches her eggs. The Phoenix would then shove her knee into the spidergirl's throat, ripping it off the cock all over again as armor reformed above it. She'd stretch, surveyed the environment, and simply ask Oona what she thought -- not like she fucking cared. She just wanted to verify that this beautiful transformation wasn't some trick of the mind... and she also asked Oona to take her to the Queen's chamber, or in that direction at least.

*Servile as she is, the spiderling warrior, six arms and all is torturing herself with this service as her twat actually -steams- with the agonizing heat and acidic nature of the semen being forced into it. Her eyes tear up as she does this, but she continues nonetheless doing her duty as her already abominable eggs are now accompanied by movement- tentacles writhe from the surface of each egg, and the enormously bloated pouch hangs down nearly to the cave floor- though she makes no complaint of it. Looking at the pathetic spider girl you note that, strong as she must be, she is but one pack-mule of a girl. And you also find yourself recalling a power you just gained- the one to summon an angelic guardian. Noting your newfound expansive knowledge of magic, you know that this guardian will be mentally ingrained to serve, and likely far more powerful than even the now absent demoness would be, and could be of great use in the realm ,especially considering that, despite Myara's current power, she knows little of it. On a side note, when the girl was kneed and then left on the floor, questioned like a mere object, she says "You are the most glorious, luminous being I have ever surveyed, my Queen. The spawn will benefit from your divine lineage and rule this land in the days to come, your might will sweep aside all the lesser tyrants of this realm and the next...What else can I say, but my soul belongs to you, my Queen." Her previous air lacking emotional attachment seems marred by this heart-felt announcement. However, once stated, she would rise and begin to walk, if her better did not make use of her spell to summon the guardian.

Myara watched Oona give her rather late, but still very appropriate statement of servitude. Instead of allowing the spiderling to get up a walk, Myara would instead slowly saunter forwards, planting a single golden Heel directly on her prone girl's right tit, digging into it. Myara closes her eyes, stretching out her beautiful, lithe form... as her right boot disappears, releasing the pressure on the muscled breast instantly. Her bare, perfect fucking foot are left in a wake of shimmering golden dust, and the Phoenix makes sure to slowly creep her godly toes up the spiderling's collarbone before bringing them to her mouth. "Clean my foot." Myara orders, referring to the last bits of scabbing from that earlier cut, as well as all the inevitable callousing from her recent hikes. While Oona got to work, Myara would reach back into her infinite rucksack, procuring the Harpy's Potion. Instantly she released it, letting it drop to the ground -- until it was caught by a gust of wind cast by the Phoenix herself, cushioned upon the ground. Myara then closed her eyes, shaking her perfectly gilded breasts and swaying rump... willing a Fey Golem into existence from the essence of the Harpy just as the bottle uncorked. If the Harpy was loyal like most golems, she would be ordered to simply bend over. The Phoenix-turned-demigoddess would stand beside the Harpy, watching.. further ordering the golem to take the horrid preslime oozing off of Myara's fetid cock, slather it on one finger, and dive it into her cunt as deep as it could go. While Myara watched, Oona then would finally be given the order to lay her eggs --  in that slimy, domianted harpy-cunt.

*Oona serves well, as she is ordered to clean the foot, she does so, lapping at and swallowing every bit of uncleanliness she can find. Can't let godhood go to waste, after all. While she does this ,the entire action of creating the fey-golem went on- the artful use of the zephyr to cast the potion out and form it into a being was something a fey-minded creature would do, and it showed when the spell's material component- the potion- swirled about in the air, and quickly formed into something lovely. [url=http://pre08.deviantart.net/3e7c/th/pre/i/2012/351/0/9/playful_snow_harpy_by_sakimichan-d5odkw1.jpg]A white feathered harpy materializes with a simple flourish, this thing was stacked- it had a fairly small set of breasts- 30 DD- but it's lower body was stupendous, boasting wiiiiide hips....like, seventy inch hips, and an enormous ass. Her thighs were so thick they touched one another as she wobbled on human feet- though these feet and the leg portions just above them were dyed an off color- they are a bastardization of talons, after all. In any case, she has a fat cunt, sopping wet and seeping strong smelling juices (To clarify, harpies in my world are the type who have wings and arms separate)the woman's enormous backside had a tail-fan of white feathers with a few interspersed light blue ones, and her head boasted plumes of long white hair. She also has the requisite whorish cock-sucker lips. One of her most striking features, though, are her eyes. Small spheres of avian yellow glance about. She doesn't speak- as she hasn't been asked to, and instead does as she is told IMMEDIATELY- even throwing in a little sashay of her fat fucking ass toward her better in the doing. Then, oona is called over to breed.

 Oona, with effort rises- having cleaned the foot- and approaches the harpy who is down on all fours- and who had gathered a singe fat, acidic finger's worth of cockgrime and crammed it into her snatch- followed by part of her arm, with unearthly zeal. And Oona's body takes over from there. She moves and climbs atop the prostrated bird woman, and presses her own enormous tits to the harpy's feather-winged back, and latches her legs and arms around her as if to make sure she cannot leave. Then, her abdomen- already sagging back- halts it's descent, and from the rear emerges a previously concealed tool. The air suddenly gains a nasty smell to it, yet somehow pleasant- before it is annihilated by the smell of Myara's cock, then a long thin transparent tube-like organ comes out, dripping slime onto the ground. It angles down and into the presented cunt and keeps on extending before the harpy exclaims "Ooohh!" As it must have punched into her womb. Myara had seen some sort of bulb at the tip of the instrument, like the barbs that latch into a hole on her own cock, but far, far larger. They must have just been deployed. The harpy tries to toss her head in joy, but one of Oona's strong hands grabs her head and forces it into the dirt as down the tube come, very slowly IMMENSE objects, each one the size of a cantaloup, spiked, and boasting writhing tendrils from it's surface. The tube glows light purple as they travel down and begin to deposit into the cunts body. Though it takes about fifteen seconds for the first egg to destroy all stretchiness the harpy possessed and force a violent path to her interior.

Myara shoves her toes slightly down Oona's throat as her personality warps, fey magic coursing through her veins, shooting past her blood-brain barrier and warping her consciousness. She gets rougher, nearly jamming an entire bare foot down her distended, slime-stained throat before realizing that the unnamed -- her fucking name doesn't matter -- Harpy-golem spreads her ludicrously gigantic ass for Oona's ovipositor. As soon as the spidergirl straddles the harpy and bares her thin ovipositor, Myara bucks a golden boot against her egg-sac, forcing her not only to rape the Harpy's pitiful cunt as Myara's own tar-like prejizz gangbangs her flesh from the inside out... but forcing that ovipositor to bump up against the far end of the Harpy-Golem's pathetically tiny womb, stretching it into her abdomen. Still not content with her work, the Phoenix-Goddess dematerializes her loincloth. The rancid member that knocked the spiderling's pitiful ovipositor-scent out of the air now completely dominates it, filling both useless fuckmeat's very consciousness with the sheer experience of black fel-tar. "Faster! More fucking eggs!" Myara half-screams, disappointed at Oona's repeated bucking and slow pace. She stomps her beautiful golden boots into the cave floor, wheeling around the two egg-laying sluts until that still-bare, still-rancid fel-cock points it's entire twenty fucking inches right against the too-small mouth of the Harpy. "Take your rightful fucking place." The Demigoddess demands, and unless the Harpy-Golem miraculously throated that 7" (8" including the black tar surrounding it) girth, Myara would impatient grab two handfuls of flowing white hair and force her cock inside an inch at a time, ruining and permanently sliming anything in the way with disgusting, prejizz-laced goo. The sort of slime to permanently stain flesh, marking it as Myara's. The Phoenix would buck as much as she needed to and as hard as she needed to, holding back only enough to prevent the Harpy's head from tearing clean off. Her cock absolutely pistoned that stupid throat until finally it was fully hilted within. Myara paused... relaxed.. and began to release her own gigantic eggs, fertilizing them on the way in. "Fucking... take.. my spawn.. you filthy putrid excuse for a cocksleeve.."