Jewel Manor was an absolute fortress of a house constructed in the third year of King Woo Gibbafac as a colossal middle finger to that ruler. Commissioned by a single obscenely wealthy adventurer. Designed and built by the first collaboration between Drow engineering Goblin metallurgy and Orcish labor and mysticism. Six walls sported between eight and twenty watch towers each armed with sloped walls (thwarting any would-be siege engine) spiked battlements (keeping any airborne force from landing) and ballistas. Designed with the idea that it would come under invasion, farms for fruit, vegetables and even animals ring the three walls closest to the actual manor. The outermost wall was a military corridor with barracks, training yards, Armories and mount stables. The next ring in was a visitors hub with inns, stables and a marketplace that spilled over into the middle ring where the day to day civilians homes and shops stood. The walls were poured black diamond concrete over girders of Adamantine with view ports of dragon glass. The roads were paved in the famed abysore stone that only a Drow could manipulate.  The manor itself was seven parapets of smooth clean magically hardened white stone joined at the center to a heptagonal four level building each floor smaller than the last in a step style.  Glistening shimmering bridges of pure diamond connected the towers to one another. In every window a stained glass portrait of a monster Glaadittorya had vanquished for the people towered illuminated from within by magically eternal candles. 


At the peak of Jewel manor in a room only describable as the throne room rested its single most spectacular feature. Orcish mystics called it the “Heart of the home” the Drow referred to it as “Genius Loci”, and the goblins cheekily referred to it as the “orb of pondering”. In truth Jewel manor was something akin to a golem. A magically sentient construct designed to fulfill the needs of its tenants. The complex weave of precious metals(such as gold, platinum, mythril, oricalcum and orcnium) dotted all along its surface by spherical beads (made of diamonds, rubies, sapphires, topaz emeralds and jet) constantly hummed with magic. The Jewel was capable of distorting time and space within its boundaries keeping invaders lost until they died of thirst or hunger or ejecting them from the grounds entirely. It could project illusions and often did so to talk with those in its care. It was able to add or remove houses and rooms and even buildings. Jewel Manor was everything its creators hoped it would be and more thanks to magical powers it possessed.


Or so it had been. King Woo had been well and truly incensed. While his first five years of Invasion attempts had failed to destroy the Jewel or even inconvenience those that lived there that did not deter him in the slightest. No, rather he just grew trickier about it. Assassins teleported into the dining hall whole armies dropping from balloons onto the ground carts full of loyal knights disguised as armor peddlers. After ten years of trying he was halfway beaten to the punch when a plague swept through Jewel manor and caused basically the entire town to flee. The sudden lack of people let King Woo call upon every mage in the kingdom to banish Jewel manor into a void for the next two centuries. 


In a fit of irony it would in fact be the last thing King Woo Gibbafac did. His then ten year old son (AI Gibbafac) would stab him through the heart for spending so much time, energy and resources on “a  stupid fucking mansion.”


Four weeks ago Jewel manor returned to Zoothen. Three weeks ago initial searches found that the lands seemed clean and ready for resettlement Two weeks ago the freelance adventuring group “The Fifth Power” Killed the evil elder dragon Jagov earning them enough funds to retire in style. One week ago King Nohboddeh Gibbafac called “The Fifth Power” to his home and offered them stewardship of Jewel Manor and a place in his court.  Today the group arrived and began exploring their new home.


Grandis Descen -arguably the leader of The Fifth Power- was walking up to the actual manor for the first time since arriving in his left arm was a notepad and in his right hand an ink pen worked furiously as he took notes. He mumbled to himself as he went along mind racing with the possibilities of modernizing such an ancient city. “ remove and sell off most of the ballista replace with more modern firepower… keep one or two as a museum piece. Might need an extra ring for facilities… look into attracting scholars. Remove as many ether light torches as possible and replace with electrical… Plumbing is a priority.” He listed off to  himself unaware he was being observed.


Jewel was watching the group move through her with glee. It had been a hundred years since a living being had set foot on her streets. She (as a being made primarily to serve the whims of others) was nearly crazed with a desire to please her new tenants. Thing was none of them were ordering her around or asking for anything so she was still trying to figure out how to do that.


Grandis was definitely planning something but the human was not making a lot of sense and his garb was confusing. He was wearing a pair of heavy work pants, a long sleeved shirt and a thick apron like a blacksmith loaded with all sorts of tools in its many pockets. The curious buckle-like device at the back of his waist despite the clasp in front drew her attention most.


Curiosity and desire to please overrode the old command to give her tenants privacy. She delved into his mind and saw his life play out. A low born child destined for an early grave earning the favor of the god Hyathon. Honing his creative talents learning trade after trade. A misstep seeing him become a fugitive from the nobility of a foreign land. His smooth clean armor which came from that strange belt buckle which also stored his weapons. The ray of destruction that flowed from his weapon. The hatred of dragon-kind that had carried him to legendary heights earning him divine power from the reptile god. The love of Dinosaurs (Hyathons greatest creations) and the desire to make them even greater for the god. She saw all his plans for her, the wonders of this modern age he would craft and the joy it would bring him to do it. She saw the hidden longing, his suppressed desire for not a single mate but many alongside his preference for the scalekin


Grandis was of course not the only member of her new Tenants. Seux Ramy (elven maiden and professional troublemaker) was walking the long fallow fields of the fourth ring casually waving her hands back and forth urging the land to grow lush with new crops. No druid or wizard, the red headed elf was merely exerting the lowest powers possessed by every one of her people. Her green eyes shining in the sun. Jewel considered that she was the palest Elf she had ever laid eyes on rather than the more wood colored tones Elfs of the past had held. She was pinkish white where she wasn’t flat out sunburned. Seux was harder to read her mind so focused on the now that it was akin to counting to ten while someone kept repeating four in your ear. Seux was an outcast from her people; she had refused the hand of an elf prince six times before piercing his heart to make her message clear. She had longed for the outside world her whole life and dismissed the notion that elf society was the greatest that ever was or would be. She scoffed as they banished her to a place she dreamed to go with a simple show of crocodile tears. She fleeced the men too busy admiring her beauty to watch their coin purses. The few who had caught wise and gotten violent had found that the lady’s tongue was silver but her dagger was meteor iron. Jewel also saw that Seux was a true romantic. Her dream was to meet a lovely drow lady and be taken to bed, loved roughly and made a mother. A fantasy slightly modified from a dirty novel belonging to a princess they had rescued years and years back.

Goblins had always been rare guests at Jewel Manor despite their part in her creation. The vial and flask laden gobliness presently setting up a workshop in one of the manor rooms seemed  calm enough. Until she started talking. “No no it’s fine! We can totally take over and run a small city! It’s not totally outside the wheel house of five adventurers hitting early retirement with the possibility of killing hundreds of thousands if we fuck up! no pressure there!” the goblin pressed her face into the palms of her hands and screamed, really leaning into it, until she was curled on the floor. “Oh fuck i need something to get my mind off all of this. I need to get laid but there is a fat chance of that happening out here! Good lord what I wouldn’t give to have a big fat orc cock stretching me out right about now.” Jewel was pleased to finally get a distinct clue without mind reading but frustrated that she couldn’t simply conjure a hung orc for the gobliness. It made her furious to be unable to fulfill the needs of her charges, especially since they were the first ones in a century. Looking deeper into the goblins mind she learned her name (Lowanda) and that the thin veneer of calm was an act. The goblin liked to make things blow up and blow up big and her second greatest passion was fucking. Lowanda was a slut and her favorite activity was playing with dicks half as tall as she was. Which didn't help Jewel much because things blowing up a lot wasn’t ideal either.


Jewel was quite thrilled with the next squad member. Scanning his mind she learned that he was  Sareea of Kiltya (professional meat shield and siege weapon) and he was loving the new locale. Not that he was making a secret of it. The bull Beastkin was hooting and hollering at every remarkably intact building running to and fro working himself into a proper lather climbing steps (his heavy armor making a terrible clamor) and just generally loving the City life he was about to lead. Sareea rejected the naturalistic ways common to Beastkin and wished to live more like the humans he admired. Why live in a mud hut when you could call a comfy three bedroom two bath with air control indoor plumbing and other such amenities home?  Sareea was a creature of comfort and would go to some uncomfortable lengths and places to ensure he could continue to enjoy himself. Brute force and the sharpened iron gate door he called a weapon had earned him the respect and life he craved. Jewel was pleased to find out he was going to be very actively making use of her services. Food, drink, long hot baths with perfumes and comfortable blankets were near the top of his wishlist. Again though the top of his list of desires was sex. Specifically he craved the attention of a studly domineering human male (perhaps why he had joined up with Grandis in the first place) one that would bring him to his knees and make him want to stay there.


Jewel only noticed the fifth member of the team when he entered the throne room. The soft strawberry haired man was garbed in a curious white bodysuit bearing a long golden scarf with matching boots, belt and gloves. He had quite simply been unnoticeable until he was standing hand outstretched directly touching the magical core of her being. As disconcerting as that was perhaps more concerning was that she simply could not peer into his mind like the others.


“You and I have much to discuss.” he declared as Jewel manifested an image of herself to speak with him more directly. “I Am called Erophim, I was born the servant of a god of love whose name has been subsumed and forgotten since long before the foundation of yourself.” and as if to dispel any doubts the angelic being spread from his back a half dozen sets of feathery royal purple wings as he lifted from the ground. “I sense in you a kindred spirit and I would see you or maybe both of us become more.”

“Erophim I am not sure how I would do as you propose, though I promise that if it is possible I shall gladly accept this charge.” Jewel said with a bow.


“Very good now the first step is to give flesh to that boundless spirit. Power like this needs a container.” Erophim declared as he went to work.

Lifting his hands before him they began to glow with a ring of dancing lights in indigo and violet. Portals opened in the air flowing forth a stream of white sand, stone and what looked to be clay. The stone stretched, contorted and became bones that bit by bit formed a humanoid skeleton. Jewel would have called it a human skeleton if not for the three pairs of wings on the back and the trio of horns that jutted from the brow. The sand was joined to softly glowing water from a fourth portal and coiled about the bones obviously intended as the blood of this vessel. The clay was next though not last evidently. The portal that had brought the sand, water and stone closed and a tray bearing paints came through. Erophim sculpted the clay onto the body crafting a sinister and at once beautiful looking woman. The paints went to work her flesh dark as a moonless night, eyes painted in an unearthly bright green, her nipples, lips and her sex were likewise painted in the green which drew the eye to those parts like a magnet. The nails of her toes and fingers were painted crimson and Jewel realized they were sharp enough to be called claws. A portal bore a length of silk to the mix, the fabric dyed in crimson red and layed between her horns and down her back as hair. The wings were clothed in leather and painted in that eye searing green. The materials used to create the body were returned whence they came the portals snapping shut.


“Oh I forgot how tiring doing it this way is…” Erophim said as the glow on his hands shifted to particles of gold and orange. “… pray forgive my lack of creativity. This visage is borrowed from my long dead diabolic counterpart.” He explained as her magical core lifted from the ground. Jewel felt a twinge of fear as the gemstone beads and precious metals began to melt into one another. Her panic was eased somewhat when she realized she still had access to the magical dominion of Jewel manor. All at once her view flickered out and then back and she saw through the eyes of the vessel. “Try not to move too much just yet. That container needs to be cooked a bit.” Erophim said as the magical core flowed into the vessel he had constructed each hole serving as an ingress. Jewel was about to ask what he meant about cooking the vessel when the glow changed colors again. Now white green and blue flame flew from his hands washing over her form and hardening it, for the first time she felt warmth and knew what it meant to be warm. She saw light and knew what it was to be blinded. The strange flames turned the inorganic into the organic. All at once the body went from possessed statuary to her living breathing body.


The flames came to an end and Jewel felt cold without them. She ran her hands against one another feeling the smooth flesh against herself with delight and wonder. By chance her hands found her breasts and she started at how good it felt to touch herself in that manner. She explored this new body with great eagerness finally understanding why her tenants were and always had been so enamored with finding mates. Her eyes flicked to Erophim who was watching her with a smile.

“Don’t mind me just recharging after that little exertion you and I have one last step to go.” the angel said as he undid his scarf and began removing his clothes. Jewel found a thrill of delight like she had never felt before at the sight of a naked form as Erophim disrobed. His body suit splitting from his chest to his groin along an invisible seam before shrugging out of it to reveal his slender form. 


The naked man pressed against her; his lily skin seemed even paler where it touched her dusky flesh. Jewel collapsed into Erophim’s arms overwhelmed by the sensations of touch. Not only touch but his scent (like melting chocolates) the taste of his tongue pushing into her mouth. Jewel had seen such acts hundreds of times but never felt them, never understood their purpose until now. Her senses were amplified and focused on him the way his hands slid down her body and encouraged her to move to lift her leg and curl it about his back.


“This part might be my undoing… but it will be worth it.” Erophim said, taking hold of her hand, his fingers twining with hers. And then his flesh began to melt. His fingers sank into her hand like two pools of water joining.

“What’s happening to us?” Jewel asked, alarmed despite the rapturous pleasure that she felt as more and more of their arms joined. 

“We are becoming one as we told you at the beginning.” Erophim said as they were one up to the elbows now. The hand and arm no longer quite belonged to either of them, the flesh taking on a steely gray tone the vibrant claws blunted and more subdued. “We cannot stop now and we do not want to.”  Jewel nodded in agreement. It felt good to merge and their chests were already melding. The process didn’t seem to have any pattern to it, wherever their skin touched they just joined like drops of water on glass.  Four legs became three and Jewel found herself sporting Erophims man hood the length standing above her feminine sex throbbing and drooling with need that she could feel pulse through her body like lightning. 


“What happens when we are one? We just became I?” Jewel asked as his feathery wings folded into her body. 

“We will be no more and you will be I still… we think.” the angel said as his head began to join with hers. Arms legs wings every bit of him had joined to her with little alteration. As his head joined hers the sensations he felt filled her mind. The energies Erophim was directing to join them the power he commanded and the pleasure it brought him and now her. Erophim came, his balls pulling tight and his rod spraying seed high into the air. The last of him fading into her body as his manhood went limp retreating into her groin, the cock fusing to her clit and giving Jewel her first orgasm. She was wracked with pleasure she had never known falling to the floor, her pussy quivering as fem-cum flowed down her legs. 


Jewels flesh shifted tone neither the strange grey, black or white she had been before it was a rich soft brown her lips nails nipples and sex became golden yellow. The horns on her head had been replaced with a pair of feathered winglets on her temple and at her back a single large set of golden feathered wings spread out. Her final transformation to flesh was not on her mind though.


It was maddening to realize how little she had known and more so to realize how little she had ever thought to ask. Jewel had existed for over two centuries but it was only now that she was truly alive, truly aware of herself as a being with needs and desires. Scientific formulas, magic rituals, religious ceremonies, baking recipes and construction methods flooded her mind. New ideas sprang up as the angel's spells and powers became hers to wield. Her limitations seemed to fall away. All the powers of the celestial being she had absorbed tied to the wondrous magic he had learned in a thousand lifetimes joined to her wondrous new body and the boundless reserves of magic of the land.


Jewel sprang into action knowing exactly what she needed to do. The magics she was capable of now were more than enough to create if not actual beings to fulfill her tenants wishes then at least simulacrums thereof. With a smile of pure delight she set to work calling upon the same magic infused substances that had created her initial form and working them into the appropriate shapes. Her tenants would not want for company much longer.