Tags: MonsterxHumanF, Humanmxf, Group Sex, SorceressxAssassinxMonster, Bad End, Rape (male monster on female and female on male), Soul-Vore, Inanimate object transformation, oral (male, female), incest, threesome, bukkake, tf

The guard struggled to keep his helmet on as the panicked townsfolk pushed past him. He wished he could run too, join the throng of panicked villagers and flee the chaos that had erupted in the dead of night. But it was his duty to his lord and the town to stay and defend their homes, and that dedication forced him to trudge towards the carnage. He clutched his handaxe close to his chest and held his father’s shield, bright blue with fresh paint, in front of him, peeking out of the corner of his vision for monsters. It was monsters that had attacked his hometown. In the dark of night they had struck, dozens of twisted ogres and goblins, manticores and trolls, using the cover of darkness to disguise their approach.

Already his axe was red with the blood of an ugly, warty goblin that had ambushed him with a knife, and the bodies of those foul, impish curs littered the streets. Screams and bestial grunts from ahead told him he was close, and he paused to collect himself before approaching the violence. He was afraid, so afraid. What could he hope to do to this horde of inhuman horrors? With a shudder, he pressed onwards towards the monsters that threatened his home.

There it was, in the town’s main street, the leader of this horrible attacking force. Surrounded by a throng of tiny goblins, the massive creature seemed even larger and more terrible. Nearly eight feet tall, with reptilian arms and legs covered in spines and lumps of hard bone, its body the color of bright gold. Covering its back was a broad shell, not unlike a turtle’s, but with long, curved spikes. Its head and torso, however, were of a beautiful, young human man, thick-featured and handsome, though with two long horns jutting from its brow. In its fanged jaws he held a human foreleg, idly chewing it as he fought. The golden monster raked its claws against the shield of Ingrid, another member of the guard, tearing the wooden disc to splinters with phenomenal strength. 

The female warrior fell to her knees from the thing’s powerful blows, holding what remained of her shield over her head in desperation as she swung with her flail. The weapon struck true against the monster’s knee, but rebounded off its golden scales without harm, Ingrid recoiling in desperation as her attack failed. The guard pressed his helmet down and raised his ax over his head, and charged the beast. He had always liked Ingrid, though he never had the instinct to act on those feelings. He would not let this thing harm her, despite the hammering of his heart against his chest and his rational mind telling him to flee.

With a guttural bellow the guard charged the monster, shoving his way through the goblins. He screamed as loud as he could, hoping to distract the thing from Ingrid long enough for her to recover. The thing turned its statuesque face towards him, its fanged maw contorted into a snarl. A goblin swiped with its club at the charging man, striking him in the crotch and causing him to stumble, halting his advance as pain from the impact rocked his body. Ingrid shouted something, but between his own heartbeats hammering in his head and the noise of battle he couldn’t hear it. It was all a blur of terrifying sensation, myriad grisly stimuli demanding his attention even as he recoiled from them. The blonde guardswoman gripped her flail in both hands, swinging wildly, her teeth grit together in determination, unwilling to give in to the monster's attack. Each blow clanged off of the golden beast, who’s attention was divided between the two warriors. Ingrid watched as the ax-bearing guard fended off the trio of goblins that surrounded him, then screamed as the monster’s claws reached out for her. 

The guard had finally resumed his charge, nearing his target, bringing his ax back for a mighty swing aimed at its underbelly. Then, something hit him in the side, his expression changing from determined to shocked surprise. It felt as big as a log, and hit twice as hard, forcing the breath from his lungs and sending dull pain through his side. The monstrous blow knocked him from his feet, the world spinning sideways as he lost his footing. He hit the ground hard, his sides screaming in pain and his helmet falling off, revealing his unkempt red hair. He saw the beast’s tail winding back for another strike, and rolled to the side to avoid it. Ingrid was at her feet now, backing away from the invulnerable monster. She didn’t see the troll that barreled down an alleyway towards her until it was too late. The ugly thing rammed its shoulder into her, sprawling her and causing her to lose her grip on her weapon.

“Ingrid!” Screamed the guard, turning his attention from the towering beast above him. Its heavy foot slammed into his back, pinning him to the floor and driving the breath from his lungs. The last thing he saw was Ingrid’s unconscious gaze, her unfocused eyes blank as the troll dragged her away. Then, everything went black.

He was jolted awake by the feeling of cold metal around his wrists and ankles. Instinctually he struggled against his bonds, but found heavy chains keeping him spread eagled. His heart beat frantically, his breath rapid and shallow. Where was he? What had happened? He flailed wildly, descending into an animalistic panic until he wore himself out, leaving him panting and winded.

Only after his initial panic faded did he examine his location. It was a small, dark cell, a six inch wide slot in the wall the only source of light. It was bare and featureless, but across the room he could make out Ingrid, restrained against the wall in the same manner as him. She was naked, save for a tight leather collar constricting her neck, and his gaze lingered on her athletic body. He had always wanted her, and seeing her displayed so was something he never expected. She had a strong upper body, with well defined shoulders and powerful back muscles that gave her the slightest of hunches. Ingrid’s blonde hair was up in a bun-it hadn’t been that way when the attack happened, had someone done it since their capture?-but a few stray bangs lay over her stern, patrician face. Small blue eyes, an upturned nose and a sharp chin with high cheekbones, it was a face that could evoke both desire and respect.

The guard’s eyes trailed over her naked form, shamefully ogling his peer. He blushed as he stared at her breasts, her heavy globes broad and motherly. Was it wrong to look at her in this state of indecency? There was nothing else to look at in the room, save what little he could see out of the tiny hole in the wall; a few contorted statues and a collection of large purple pillows.

If only he was seeing her under different circumstances, could appreciate her form in the privacy of one of their bedrooms, then he wouldn’t have felt so guilty he thought. Sucking on his cheek, he stole a hungry glance at her sex and the triangular patch of curly blonde hair just above it.

Almost as if in response to his voyeuristic gaze, Ingird awoke, sputtering and gasping, her broad chest heaving. She looked too and fro, eyes wide and her mouth ajar with fear.

“Ingrid,” hissed the guard, hoping to assuage her fear, “Ingrid it's me, Aled!”

“Aled?” She gasped, turning her fearful face towards her redheaded peer. “What's going on? Where are we?”

“I don’t know Ingrid, I don’t know. The last thing I remember we were fighting that monster, it must have knocked me out. I saw that troll attack you, I thought you were dead!”

“Aled,” she repeated, through gritted teeth, eyes scanning up and down her fellow guard, “Aled, why are we naked? You don’t think we were…”

Aled’s expression became quizzical. We? He looked down at his form, only now realizing his nudity. Like Ingrid, he had a restrictively tight leather collar on, encircling his neck just enough to make a noticeable difference in his speech and breath. He had thought it just a symptom of his battle wounds. He was not quite as defined as Ingrid, but was bulky and broad with a mostly even mix of fat and muscle. He looked away from Ingrid when he saw his half-erect cock standing, her nudity arousing him despite their situation.

“I don’t know what to think Ingrid, I really don’t. Just,” he bit his tongue and shook his head, searching for the words. “Just know that whatever happens, we’ll get through it together.”

Ingrid gave a somber nod and strained against her chains, her efforts proving just as futile as Aled’s.

“If-if the worst happens, Ingrid,” he continued, his gaze at their feet.

“Yes? What if it does?”

“If the worst happens, I want you to know that I love you. I never had the gall to say it, but I want you to know.”

Ingrid looked at him, eyes wide and expression soft and compassionate. She frowned and shook her head, sighing as she did so.

“That’s-that’s-I…” she stammered, clenching and unclenching her hands as she tried to think.

“I’m flattered, I really am Aled. I didn’t really think anyone thought that highly of me, I was fine just being another face in the crowd. But…”

Aled nodded and whispered said softly “go on.”

“But, and i'm really sorry Aled, you’re a great watchman and a brave fighter, but it just wouldn’t have worked. I like you, as a peer, and I’m privileged to work, or to have worked, with someone as great as you, but, gosh, I’m sorry this is just coming out now.”

“It's ok,” Aled sighed, looking compassionately into her eyes. “I was afraid I’d hear something like this, it's no surprise. I just wanted to get that off my chest.”

“Ok,” she replied, nodding compassionately, “I’m glad you understand. If were spilling secrets, I might as well tell you I pissed in the captain’s helmet once.”

“You what?” Aled wheezed, his tone surprised and suddenly jovial, her proclamation having robbed him of his fear.

“I was drunk, and me and Carla, the cooper, were whining about the captain, and, well, I got the idea to steal his helmet. Well I got it just fine, but I was really drunk, and an upturned helmet looks a lot like a chamber pot…”

“Did he ever notice?”

“After I pissed I realized what I had done, so I washed it and rubbed the inside with dill to mask the smell and put it back. Remember the day he was always taking off his helmet and looking inside? That was the day after.”

Aled chuckled wishing he could hug Ingrid’s beautiful, muscular body. Wishing he could touch her in some way. Her story made him feel elated, his cheeks rosy, his chest heaving with laughter. She smiled at him in response, nodding her head conspiratorially, her lips pursed, holding back her own laughter. It was a desperate laugh, one of a man who knew he was at his end and found everything amusing, but it warmed her heart just as much.

The wall with the slot suddenly moved, sliding to one side and revealing the room beyond. It was cavernous, beneath a tall rotunda. Aled could see many sets of profane statues depicting sexual copulations or phallic objects, and they made him angry just looking at them. Just outside the doorframe, however, was something that made him red with anger. The same golden monster that had defeated him stood there, a cocky expression on its horned face. The creature had one clawed finger in his mouth, picking his teeth and sucking on the dagger-like digit. He glittered like treasure, reflecting the light of the room, bright and shiny in contrast to his partner.

By his side was a shorter woman, her skin the deep brown of desert nomads, short black hair that reached to her shoulders framing a beautiful, young, perfectly proportioned face. The desert woman’s lower lip was pierced with a silver stud and her lips painted jet black. She was toned, more so than Ingrid, with well defined abs and biceps and strong, long legs like a dancer’s. Her breasts were just a smidge larger than her form would suggest, and  she wore a silver posture collar engraved with foul runes, to which was connected a short golden. She also wore a purple sash tied tightly around her bosom, the material so thin it left nothing to the imagination. A emerald brooch the shape of a wolf sat in the center of the sash, just between her bosom, and it connected to the chain of her collar. The athletic beauty’s sex was concealed by nothing but a black thong lined with silver, and she went barefoot save for a toe-ring or two and a silver, serpentine anklet around her left ankle. 

“Well done Iror,” she said, placing a hand on the monster’s crotch, the other resting on the base of his tail, “you brought them back just like I taught you!”

The beast grunted in response, its manhood growing from the harlot’s touch.

“They didn’t hurt you did they? You know your mother punishes me if you get hurt…” she trailed off, running her eyes over Aled and Ingrid, slowly rubbing the beast’s growing erection. 

“What have you done whore!?” Spat Ingrid, rattling her chains and snarling at the lewd pair. Aled tore his attention from the beauty of the woman’s form and looked to Ingrid, and seeing her expression, grunted towards the dusky woman.

“Call me Shari,” she giggled in response, rubbing her chain between her fingers. “And this is Iror, the mistress’ son. He says he spared your lives so us and the mistress could have some fun together.”

He really was his mother’s son, Shari thought. Ravishingly beautiful, with an unending appetite for carnal desires and cruelty, but capable of some twisted kind of love. Just like his parents, Iror was powerful beyond measure, seemingly invulnerable to both the mundane and the magical. It was not just thanks to good breeding; Iror had been a horrid mess when he was born, but the mistress had fixed that. Terrifying magic had warped and changed his form, tweaking it to his mother’s desires, making him the golden hunk he was now. Oh the things her mistress could do, Shari thought, thinking of the tantalizing things that woman was capable of. 

“Speak plainly, bitch,” growled Aled, trying his best to look intimidating despite his position and growing erection. He couldn’t help it, between Ingrid’s nudity and this lewd desert dweller, his body was getting turned on. He found that his inability to move contributed to it, the loss of control arousing a part of him he didn’t know existed.

“Where are we and what do you mean to do to us?”

Shari placed a tender kiss on Iror’s groin, just above his cock. Instead of pubic hair he had a patch of shiny, diamond-shaped scales around his maleness, and he seemed to lack a scrotum. Shari walked into the room, signaling for Iror to stay still. With a frustrated snarl, the monster obeyed, placing its clawed hand on its cock and slowly rubbing its burgeoning manhood.

Both guards scowled at Shari, who smiled maliciously in return. Wordlessly, she slowly raised her arms above her head, throwing her head back and cocking one leg forwards. She stepped forwards, and swung her hips to one side rolling her belly and slowly waving her arms. Ingrid’s expression of hatred grew, but she balked when she saw Aled’s enraptured gaze. He couldn’t tear himself away from her gyrations, watching her muscles roll, expand and contract as she moved. She undulated her belly, shaking her rear in the direction of Iror, who gurgled in appreciation. 

“Answer his question you wanton slut!” Shouted Ingrid, her tone full of anger and just a bit of envy. 

Shari rounded on Ingrid, turning with acrobatic grace, giving Aled a tantalizing view of her backside. Shari seized Ingrid’s bun, pulling her head back and tugging on her collar, forcing the breath from the guardswoman’s body. She held her like that for agonizing seconds, pulling her hair and sending waves of pain through her restrained body. 

“We‘re going to get you ready for the mistress”, she said, releasing Ingrid, who gasped for air. “Her magic works better when the subjects are aroused, and there’s no reason she needs to have all the fun.”

“Aroused?” Said Aled, his gaze fixed on the tight, heart-shaped mounds of Shari’s ass. “You don’t mean…”

Shari moved across the room, placing her hands on either side of Aled’s shoulders. She was a half a head shorter than him, but she had a confidence, a control of her body that made her seem far greater, enough to cause Aled to flinch from her movement. 

“It doesn’t have to be rape, not if you don’t want it to be,” she purred, rubbing her head against Aled’s burly chest. The soft, intimate contact sent shivers through his body, gooseflesh prickling by his extremities. 

“This could be fun for you, both of you,” she said, turning to face Ingrid as she pressed against her companion, her firm breasts tight against his chest. He was fully erect now, his member rubbing against the side of Shari’s leg. It was strong and athletic, but her skin was soft and warm. He wanted to put his hands on her, explore that awesome body, despite what this strange woman had done to him and Ingrid. He gritted his teeth and shut his eyes, thinking of home as Shari continued.

“Such pleasures await you at the mistress’ hands, we’re just here to get you warmed up for her. You’ll enjoy this so much, but it can't compare to what she can do. We‘ll take you to highs you never imagined, then the mistress will drag you to places even we can't reach.”

“Iror?” She said, turning to the giant monster, “you can come in now. Show her what I’m talking about, this one’s mine.”

Shari placed a kiss on Aled’s pecs, pressing her body as close as she could to his restrained body. One hand slowly traced down his body, from beneath his chin to his side to his navel, and then finally, slowly, down to his crotch. He swallowed, holding back his arousal as much as he could. Her hands were dexterous and strong, nimble and capable, and they sent waves of arousal through his body as they descended. The other hand rubbed the back of his head, running curly red locks through her dark fingers.

Ingrid, however, shrieked in fear as Iror advanced on her, the monster stooping to fit into the tight cell. It had to twist its tail to the side to squeeze in, his spiked shell scraping against the ceiling and far wall. Ingrid’s face turned pale when she saw his nearly fully erect manhood sticking proudly from his crotch, its head pointed and arrow-like. The golden rod was easily ten inches long, and the shaft was covered with small, bumpy scales. Ingrid’s gaze was fixed on the glittering gold cock, and she barely noticed as Iror’s horned visage neared hers. His horns scraped against the wall behind her, and his hot breath sent tingles through her body as it wafted over her face.

“Please don’t touch me,” she whined, shutting her eyes and turning away from the beast. Ignoring her whines, he seized her head in his big clawed hand and turned her to face him. 

“Please don’t hurt me, I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t-” her protest was cut short by Iror squeezing her mouth and forcing it open into an ‘O’. The comely golden hybrid rumbled with guttural laughter, and he pressed his face against hers, twisting so his horns didn’t spear her head. The beast forced its long, froglike tongue into her mouth and down the back of her throat, the cylindrical muscle filling her up. Her eyes went wide and she gagged for air as it entered her throat, causing it to bulge from the mass. Saliva, both hers and Iror’s, leaked from the corners of her mouth, and her breasts heaved as she fought for air. 

Aled moaned through his teeth, losing the battle with Shari for his arousal. Her hand was wrapped around his penis, jerking it up and down, up and down. His hips humped into her hand, and a bead of precum leaked from his tip. Shari covered his torso with little love bites, her lip-piercing cold against his hot, masculine chest. His hands clenched and unclenched, his head rolled back as her mouth descended his torso. She sucked on his abdomen, nibbling on the skin between her teeth and leaving a dark hickey when her mouth relinquished him. She was squatting now, head even with his cock’s. She sniffed his masculine scent, the hot, meaty smell of male arousal working her up too. She wasn’t as skilled as her mistress, but it brought her great pride when she got a man as worked up as this. Her tongue ran up the shaft of Aled’s cock, from the base to the very tip, lapping up that bead of pre and rolling it around her mouth before swallowing.

“Do you like it?” She whispered, looking up at the struggling captive. Shari seconded guessed herself for a moment, unsure if he had heard her over Iror and Ingrid’s groaning and thrashing, but the conflicted guard eventually nodded to her, still keeping his eyes shut.

“Do you like being raped by beautiful women? Letting me touch you however I want, turning you on whether or not you let me?”

Aled grunted, and Shari tugged at his cock again, causing him to buck his hips. 

“Or is this not rape? Do you want me to fuck you? To let you use that nice big tool and take my cunt? Or maybe it's my mouth you want? My ass? Take your pick, just tell me you want it, tell me you want me.”

Maybe she was being too kind, Shari thought. Her mistress wouldn’t have given him that courtesy, would have used him to plug whatever hole she wanted, to scratch whatever itch inside her needed scratching. She had a way of getting what she wanted, whether through sweet seduction or violent aggression. She had even got Shari.

Ingrid coughed as the tongue retracted, a stream of thick spittle escaping her lips and pooling on her heavy breasts. Her nipples had become erect, and the guardswoman shut her eyes in shame as the monster chiseled away at her defenses, forced her body into a state of arousal. Sharp pains shocked her body as the beast gripped her sensitive nipple with his mouth, suckling on the flesh and teasing the little nub of flesh between his teeth. She shrieked as it nibbled on her, suckled on her, causing her breast to turn red form its oral attentions. Iror seized her hips, powerful clawed hands that had earlier tried to eviscerate her now angling her crotch towards his. 

“No, you can't do this,” she whined, shutting her eyes. The monster grunted in response, its powerful body, a bizarre mix of reptile and mammal, bending over and contorting to find a good angle for the coming deed. His taloned hands rubbed her thighs, the points grazing the sensitive areas of her inner thigh. She grunted, trying to disguise his arousal. Damn Shari! Damn Aled, for caving in to her seductive wiles, for not fighting back! Just minutes ago he had confessed his love for her, and now he was melting in this hussy’s grip! Why couldn’t he resist her, was she that good? Could she really turn him on so easily? Or was Aled just an easy lay that fell over every woman in his sight?

“You won't be saying that once our mistress gets here,” Shari responded, turning her head from Aled. “You’ll be begging to be touched, to let her have her way with you. That’s if she likes you, of course, and doesn’t have a better fit for you.”

Iror’s sharp thumb prodded her abdomen, tracking her musculature and circling her navel. She gasped and writhed from his attentions. And damn Iror! For doing this to her, for hurting her body in this way. The pain he was causing her, it bordered on pleasurable, sharp points grazing over her and causing her to buckle in his monstrous grip, causing her skin to prickle and sending waves of conflicting sensation through her body. 

“Stop, I can't take it, I can't fucking take it anymore!” She struggled against her restraints, trying to kick her feet or throw a punch, even head butt the handsome monster, but the binds held her aggression back, only allowed her to writhe and squirm. Iror growled and finally lined up his prick, rubbing the head against her exposed sex. Ingrid whined with unwanted arousal, her sex growing hotter and hotter as he continued. 

“I’m sorry Ingrid,” said Aled. “I’m sorry but I need this, I really need this.”

His companion replied with a throaty, bitter “No.” If Aled was concerned about her impending rape it was overpowered by his need, his primal, animalistic need to fuck the dusky harlot that jerked and kissed his cock. Ingrid’s whines and screams were far away, and he couldn’t rush to save her from the monster this time. She was far away, but Shari was right here, so tantalizingly close.

“Please let me fuck you,” he said, humping vainly against her cheek. “Please let me fuck your pussy, please in the name of all gods let me fuck you!”

Shari grinned and rose to her feet, wrapping an arm around Aled’s waist. With excited, expectant breaths, she slid her thong down to her thigh, and with incredible flexibility, slipped her left leg up and out of the tiny garment. Her dark sex was bare now, glistening beads of lubricant moistening her folds. She rose one leg up and wrapped it around Aled’s waist, the prisoner panting excitedly, finally getting to feel her intimate places. Slowly, she pressed her entrance against his prick, moaning as he spread her and pushed through her slick vaginal walls.

With heavy breaths, Aled thrust into Shari, causing the smaller woman to bounce on his cock. Her hips bucked in time with his, muscles squeezing and contracting around him, massaging the entirety of his tool. Her grip too, was strong and sensual, holding him tight and exciting him further. The leg she encircled him with was almost like a vice, keeping him embedded in her, preventing him from withdrawing, tensing and squeezing him as she pulled him into her folds. 

“Come on,” said Shari, “devote yourself to me, make me your reason for being. All you’ll live for now is my pleasure, that and my mistress’.”

Aled exhaled heavily, confused by her words, but to enraptured in the sex to give them any serious thought. She took him in deep, all the way to the base of his cock, feeling the tight, hot walls of her sex constrict him tighter than the collar around his throat. The wet smack of flesh against flesh filled the room, his cock wet with her fluids, and he grunted in time with his thrusts, the blissful feeling overpowering him. Again and again he penetrated her to her core, causing the athletic brown woman to gasp in pleasure, shutting her eyes and leaning back, resting a hand on Iror’s broad tail as she undulated, rolling her abs and clenching and unclenching her thighs. Aled wished he could have stayed like that forever, heard her moans and felt her contractions for eternity, become one with this strange woman and spend the rest of existence enjoying her body. But then he heard Ingrid’s screams.

The shiny spear of Iror’s cock slammed into her, with no thought for her own pleasure. The bumpy rod slowly spread her, parting her despite her lack of arousal. Ingrid shrieked in pain unable to do anything more than squirm. Iror pressed onwards, able to fit only half his member inside the screaming guard. Ingrid’s teeth ground together, fighting against the pain, the strange arousal, the awful sense of violation and revulsion. She didn’t want this! Didn’t want it in her, stretching her out, hammering against her core, making her feel helpless and violated. A shiver wracked her body as Iror dragged his prick out, lining up for another shot. Ingrid blinked back tears, begging him to stop.

“I’ll do anything, just please stop, please let me go!” She cried, at odds with her counterpart’s words of encouragement, his grunts, his gasping moans begging Shari not to stop.

How could he betray her like this, Ingrid thought as Iror slid back into her. The slightest bit of wetness coated her inner walls, making this trip less painful, almost pleasurable, a fullness Ingrid had never felt before causing her to whine in protest. How could Aled let himself be so free in front of her, enjoying himself when his love was being raped right in front of him! She felt betrayed, hollow and cold. She hated Aled, hated him more than Shari, even more than Iror, more than the nameless mistress the slut wouldn’t shut up about. At least they were honest with their desires. They didn’t confess to love her before they did this.

The inner walls of Ingrid’s cunt clung to the invading phallus, now wet enough to allow almost all of Iror’s length. The captive guardswoman sobbed, her tearful moans in time with each up thrust into her passage. With each penetration they became less tearful, more guttural and needy, her vagina contracting and squeezing the golden invader. Betrayed again! First by Aled, and now by her own body, too weak to resist the monster’s rape. Ingrid cursed herself for enjoying this, her mouth hanging agape and her eyes screwed shut, a string of spittle trailing out of her mouth. Her prodigious breasts bounced violently as the mighty, painful, awfully arousing prick pounded into her, its bumpy shaft stimulating the sensitive areas deep within her. Iror released her breast and moved his head beside hers, twisting at an angle so that her head was flanked by his horns. The creature bit her earlobe, teasing it between his two front teeth, holding it and playing with it as it fucked her. She couldn’t be as weak as Aled, she thought, she had to resist, but it was like fighting the tide-instead of water, it was waves of hot, sticky pleasure that washed over her. 

A weak “No” squeezed its way out of her mouth between traitorously lewd moans, and she looked up at Iror’s handsome visage. He was smiling, hot, wet breath washing over her face and his masculine musk filling the room-and her senses-with arousal. She was wood and he was fire; she didn’t want to be burned, but was powerless to stop it, and she was burning up. From her writhing toes to her dripping, stretched vagina to her flush face, every inch of Ingrid was flush with arousal, Iror’s bestial rutting dominating her body.

“No,” she wheezed again, looking out of the corner of her eye at Shari’s perfect tits as they swayed in the air. She had undone the bindings around Aled’s arms and turned around facing away from Aled, and her comrade’s hands gripped her waist and pulled her against him. Her legs spread wide, one arm reaching behind her to hold on to Aled, the other between her legs furiously rubbing her clitoris, she slammed back on his cock, then squeezed her backside together, squeezing Aled as she dragged herself back up. 

“Don’t make him-don’t make Aled…” she groaned, not trying to defy her body anymore, letting her instincts take over and humping against Iror, panting with need as she did. 

“It's too late,” said Shari, her voice just as deep and breathy. Their captor moaned and shivered, rolling her shoulders and flexing her lower back.

“He’s dedicated himself to me-and to our mistress-and that means he wants it bad. I know you do too, you need to accept that, to devote yourself to your feelings, to pleasing both yourself and us.”

Aled grunted and gave Shari a playful smack, eliciting a happy laugh from the woman. Someone was crying and screaming in the room, but it was meaningless, he was too lost in the pleasures of the flesh. Someone he cared about was being hurt, but more importantly he was balls deep in the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on, his every carnal dream being realized and exceeded. Tight, wet, hot, flexible, it was becoming too much, he could feel the seed churning in his scrotum. He was going to cum, and his cock twitched in anticipation, preparing to coat this wonderful cunt with his semen.

Even over his heavy, expectant breaths, Shari’s wild moans and Irors grunts, he could hear Ingrid. She too was being overcome by her rapist, unwanted pleasure sending every nerve in her body alight with ecstasy. An orgasm was building, a hateful, cursed orgasm from her awful, traitorous form threatening to explode inside her. Words were beyond her, only guilty, shameful mewling escaped her lips, her sore, battered body craving release, escape from this battery of arousal.

Then Shari slid off his dick, the wet member with bright red head popping free and twitching expectantly. Aled humped vainly at thin air, not comprehending why the awesome sensations had stopped. His hands hung limply by his side, too weak to finish himself.

Ingrid cried as she felt he orgasm, that awful seal on the whole thing, creep up on her. She was tottering on the edge of it, when that feeling of unbelievable fullness ceased. Iror pulled out, leaving her red, aching pussy dripping with fluid, craving release.

It took a moment for the pair to regain their senses, to notice anything but their denied need. When lucidity returned, the room was empty save the exhausted captives. Outside, their rapists kneeled, still quivering from their own arousal, before a buxom figure, her skin as pale as the moon.

The newcomer stood with an imperious, cocky bearing, her legs spread wide and her hips cocked to the side. She was soft-figured and curvy, possessing an incredible bust-even bigger than Ingrid’s. Long dark hair, voluminous and slightly wavy fell behind her head, which was crowned with an ornate crown of solid gold. Her tongue licked ruby lips in anticipation, savoring the knowledge of what was to come. The pale goddess was clothed in gold, her huge bosom covered with a gilded harness that ran around her back, thin beaded chains connecting her nipples. Her arms, clad in serpentine golden bands, held the chain from Shari’s collar, and similar bands decorated her legs. Her sex was barely concealed by a thin strip of gauzy black fabric supported by a golden waist chain. In the light of her cavernous room one could see her perfect mound beneath the fabric.

The impossibly beautiful, impossibly endowed sorceress surveyed what her son had brought her, what her lover had prepared for her. She radiated sensuality, desire, every fiber of her being perfectly crafted to be as perfect, as arousing as possible. A face that was young for her body cocked an arrogant smile, and she tugged on Shari’s chain, bringing the assassin to her side. 

“Are they suitable mistress?” Said Shari, looking lovingly into the witch’s emerald eyes.

“Perfect, my dear sweet Shari“ she purred, every syllable oozing with sensuality, “you’ve made your mistress proud.”

“Did everything work out with the giant king? I know it was hard on you to abide by their prudish dress code.

“It was a good place to visit,” chuckled Elinerna, the Spirit-Eater, “but it's good to be back.”

The sorcerer queen let go of her servant’s leash, striding into the cramped cell. The chamber smelled of sweat and sex, of arousal masculine, feminine and monstrous. It was like stepping into a greenhouse, the hotness of that room washing over the scantily clad witch making her smooth skin flush and her nipples stand to attention. 

Aled was transfixed, his attention absorbed by her soft, flawless body and her sensuous movements. He had though Shari the epitome of female beauty, of sexual prowess, but to this newcomer she was naught but a thin shadow cast by this radiant sun of sexuality. Ingrid felt cowed, intimidated. Elinerna radiated power, control, confidence, an assuredness in intent and ability that said she knew what she wanted, and would stop at nothing to acquire it. Here was a superhuman example of womanhood, putting cowing and shaming Ingrid. She felt the collar around her neck more than ever now, and understood its purpose. How could anyone be an equal to this master of sorcery, sexuality and sin?

“Did my boy treat you rough?” Sneered the witch, pulling at one of Ingrid’s nipples and causing her to whine in pain. Elinerna grinned, looking over the battered woman and running a soft hand over her form, lingering near her dripping sex. Ingrid moved to talk, but was preempted by the witch seizing her collar and pulling it tight, choking her.

“Iror? How was she baby?”

Outside the cell the golden monster seemed impatient, pawing the ground and rolling his shoulders, his prick still hard and wet from his recent conquest. He chewed the air, looking for something to do with his mouth. He seemed almost forgetful, looking at the space around Elinerna and Ingrid, trying to recall the details of what had just happened.

“Oh come on Iror, did you have fun with this little blonde tart?” Said his mother, gripping Ingrid and turning her face to look at her rapist. Her hair fell out of its bun, blonde locks half covering her face and falling over her shoulders.

The beast shrugged its spiked shoulders in response, biting his long, projectile tongue and flicking his tail back and forth. After another moment of introspection, Iror roared and nodded his horned visage.

“Good boy,” cooed Elinerna in response before turning her attention back to Ingrid. “Sorry, he can be a bit forgetful, I think he gets it from his father. I should thank you for entertaining my son while I was away, he gets so awfully impatient when his mommy is gone.”

“You awful bit-” muttered Ingrid, but was cut off by a stinging slap from the sorceress, leaving a red welt on her cheek.

“I did not say you could speak, cur.” She snarled, narrowing her perfectly manicured eyebrows in anger. “At least your opposite understands that.” 

Elinerna turned on Aled, her huge tits swaying tantalizingly and her chains rattling as she did so. Walking with a seductive catwalk, one leg sliding over the other, she approached the guard, eyeing his erect member, raising an eyebrow and biting her lower lip. She moved to examine him with her hands, run them over his aroused form, but he suddenly sprang to action.

Shari had freed his hands, and his muscular, heavy arms shot out and seized the witch, one grabbing her around her neck, the other grabbing an arm. He twisted her so her back (and soft, pillowy ass) was against him, twisting her arm behind her back. 

“Alright, I’ve got your mistress,” he gasped, his chest rising and falling, “I’ve got her and I might hurt her. If you want her back, you let Ingrid go. Let her go and let me know she’s safe, and I'll let you go unharmed.”

Iror bellowed and bared his fangs and claws, and Shari tensed, her hands becoming fists. Elinerna, however, just chuckled to herself, rubbing her rear against his prick, rubbing the back of his head with her free hand. She seemed to enjoy his grip, and wiggled her torso in pleasure.

“Such a strong grip,” she said, her free hand beginning to glow red. “like iron. Pity, I was going to let you use it on me. I thought you had wanted to dedicate yourself to me, but I don’t think you’d be very satisfying.”

The witch’s spell completed, a red bolt struck his shoulders, and a strange coldness spread down his arms. Aled tried to constrict her neck to stop her from mocking him, but found his limbs unresponsive. Try as he might he could not move them, and they fell to his side like dead weights. They became heavier and heavier, hurting his back and shoulders. 

They became solid through and through, and lost color until his arms were metallic and grey, heavy, painful weights of solid iron that hung dead by his side.

Ingrid screamed when she saw the transformation, the strain from the metal limbs clearly wearing down Aled. He was bent double so he could rest his arms on the ground, his back strained and shoulders awkwardly flexed. His breath was heavy, panicked, and he looked up at Elinerna in fear, his face level with her navel, the bottoms of her massive bust just above his cranium. 

“What’s wrong sweetie?” The witch purred, resting her hands on Aled’s shoulders. “Iron arms for an iron grip fit you well.”

Shari and Iror watched with interest from the ingress, the broad monster rubbing his still rock-hard cock against Shari’s smooth, bare back. Though the sensations of that massive member sliding over her spine and peeking between her shoulder blades was terribly arousing, it was not enough to distract the assassin from her mistress’ magic. It was something Shari had seen numerous times since she joined with Elinerna, she had even been on the receiving end of the witch’s sorcery. But every time Elinerna worked her transformative spells she made a show out of it, turned the act of flesh-warping into an erotic, sexual dance, more intimate and personal than sex could ever be. Well, sex not enhanced by her flesh-warping powers. 

Elinerna’s began to rub her finely manicured hands on Aled’s back, kneading and massaging the tense flesh. She hummed to herself, evoking her awful powers and sending cold, paralyzing waves into Aled’s body. He became more and more rigid, slowly rising to a neutral position. It was hard to move his face, it felt like he was freezing, every muscle becoming like stone. He was even losing the ability to move his eyes, his gaze literally fixed on the curvy witch that was transforming him.

“Stop it!” Shrieked Ingrid, “Stop it right now, you’re hurting him!” 

“He didn’t tell my son to stop, did he? And i'm sure he hurt you.” Elinerna continued, ignoring the panicking guard, running her hands over every inch of her petrifying victim; over his abs, behind his back and around his ass cheeks, up his cock and under his chin. His skin was becoming marble, smooth and white and cold. When she finished and stepped back, leaning against the wall next to Ingrid, he was completely petrified, a marble statue chained to the wall.

“My god,” gasped Ingrid as she looked awestruck at the statue, “my god you’ve killed him! You killed him you awful bitch!”

“I would never! He can still hear and see us, and feel everything that touches him,” she extended her foot and rubbed it against his stony balls, “just like all of them.” She waved her arm out towards the bedroom, so full of contorted, sexual statues. “I do hate being lonely, and having an audience always makes sex better, wouldn’t you agree?”

“No, no I wouldn’t you monstrous whore!”

“Really? Never showed off in front of a crowd? Never rutted publicly for your peers, foes and friends to watch, envy and enjoy, knowing that they couldn’t dare join in or touch you, but being aroused all the same? You must get out-and around-more sweetie. Maybe I’ll show you,” she sneered, rubbing two fingers around the curve of Ingrid’s buttocks, “let you see-and feel-things first hand. I’ll even let your friend here watch, not without some alterations though.”

She slid back to Aled, tapping a finger against her chin and looking the frozen warrior up and down.

“He’s not exactly a looker, is he? No, better to start over I’d say.” With that she pressed her middle finger against his crown, the consistency of the statue changing from marble to fresh, wet clay. Elinerna sculpted and kneaded the doughy mass of once-human gunk, narrowing Aled’s waist and broadening his hips, moving mass to his rear and away from his legs. His arms she rolled until they were slender and elegant, with dainty thin fingers and long nails. The putty of his chest she pulled outwards, changing his manly pectorals into a set of curvy breasts, complete with nipples. His hair was lengthened, his face made feminine with pouty lips, a sharp chin and big, compassionate eyes. 

Elinerna paused halfway through, eyeing the mismatch of female and male features in the statue, humming merrily to herself as she worked.

“Shari, what do you think of it? Would you sleep with him, or is it her now? Be honest dear, I can take some criticism.”
“Oooh,” replied Shari as Iror’s member rubbed her tailbone, “keep going, you’re almost there.”

Elinerna shook her head and looked satirically at Ingrid, rolling her eyes in the direction of Shari. She resumed work on Aled, making him fully female, before shaking her head and tapping her foot against the ground.

“Just not enough to work with, I’ll have to try something else.” She rounded on Ingrid, black locks of hair flying as she spun. 

“Sorry sweetie, but your friend won't be watching in the audience, he’ll be on stage with us.”

Again she returned to the petrified Aled, this time working him down into a much smaller, thinner shape. He became less like clay and more like gold, a shiny glob of precious metal she worked in her hands. Smaller and smaller Aled became, nothing recognizably human remaining. When Elinerna finished, she held in her hand a tight golden necklace, a few strands of material that merged in the back by the clasps. A large opal gem ornamented the front of the jewelry, and one could make out a human face in the patterns of color on the stone. Elinerna put the necklace on, the garment tight around her perfect, soft neck, then turned her attention to Ingrid. 

“What, no words of terror this time? No fresh insults?” 

“I’ve nothing left to say to you,” Ingrid whispered under her breath, shaking her head back and forth and looking at the ground. Elinerna slid her arms around the other woman’s waist, pressing her own massive bust against Ingrid’s own impressive rack. The pasties were cold as they pressed against the prisoner’s hot, sweaty, abused body, and elicited a whine of discomfort. 

“Don’t worry about your friend,” said Elinerna, rubbing her hands up and down the other woman. Wherever her fine fingers went green smoke wafted from Ingrid’s form, forming a cloud around the captive woman. “He will always be close by, and who knows, maybe he’ll enjoy this new form more than his last. Never needing to worry about eating, sleeping, sickness or old age. Once he dedicates himself to being my necklace, to enjoying the feel of his new body wrapped around my neck, feeling the vibrations of every word I say,” she hummed to demonstrate, “and getting to watch my every activity, every conquest, facefuck, transformation or whatever else I do, he’ll enjoy himself, mark my words.”

Ingrid seemed smaller now, her form incomplete. Chunks had vanished from her sides and legs, becoming the green vapor that now surrounded her. It looked like someone had taken an eraser and haphazardly rubbed it over her body, eliminating some parts and marring others. Smaller and smaller she shrank, until there was little left save the roiling green cloud.

“After all, what was he in his previous incarnation? A loveless, awkward nobody ready to throw his life away for people who wouldn’t remember his name. And know, he gets to be some of my crown jewels! A symbol of my power and my wealth, making his mistress even more ravishing and irresistible.”

Ingrid was gone now, just the green cloud that swirled around where she once was. She could still see, could still hear, though her senses were unanchored. Sensations were not confined to one area of her form, like a mouth or nose, but rather permeated the entirety of it, every portion of the green cloud experiencing everything at once. 

Elinerna dragged her hand through the cloud that was Ingrid’s soul, the obscured face in her opal necklace gazing dumbly into the fog. Wordlessly, the Spirit-Eater opened her mouth wide and threw back her head. She inhaled, and the cloud swirled, orbiting her open mouth. Firsts wisps began to enter her gullet, then more and more of Ingrid’s soul, the bright, luminous gas flowing past the interior of her mouth and down her throat. Once the last of the soul had entered her Elinerna shut her mouth and smacked her lips, pleased with the addition.

Again Ingrid’s perception’s changed. She was somewhere dark, wet, and hot, like a humid cave. She felt long and flexible, like a snake, though she had no control over her movements. Sensations battered her from every angle, each one magnified tenfold; the thumping of a massive heartbeat, the heat of whatever this location was, the feeling of the wet, squishy walls surrounding her new form.

Elinerna smiled, slightly parting her lips. Light shown into the cave that was her mouth, and Ingrid finally realized her fate. She was the sorceress’ tongue, or at least part of it, contained within the flexible muscle.

“Shari, Iror? I want to try out my latest addition,” she said, sliding out of the cell and into the bedroom proper. Ever word she spoke she over-annunciated making dramatic motions with her tongue. Ingrid was contorted, bent, curved and rubbed against Elinerna’s lips, her teeth and the roof of her mouth. Just the act of touching these parts of the witch’s mouth was incredible, impossible to compare to her human form, to say nothing of the vibrations from the act of speaking itself. But every word the powerful, controlling woman spoke, Ingrid spoke too. She was the voice of this sexual goddess, part of her identity. Even tasting the air presented her with an array of stimuli, things that would have melded together into one when she was whole now separate, individual, identifiable. She could taste the sweat of each individual who had fucked in this cell, not just Shari, Iror, Aled, Elinerna and herself, but dozens of others that had occupied the place previously. The faint tastes of Elinerna’s perfume, of some stranger’s cum that still lingered between her teeth, of a diamond stud that had pierced Elinerna’s tongue hours ago but was now removed. All of them swarmed Ingrid, and her mind contorted to understand this information. Parts of her mind that were so useful as a full human seemed superfluous now; the parts she did need growing, developing to accommodate her new form. 

Elinerna and Shari were beside the large, lavender-sheeted bed, squatting as Iror assumed a position where his crotch was level with the two women’s faces. His golden cock was still as hard as steel, and Shari pumped at it with one hand, placing small kisses on the underside as Elinerna grabbed her son’s thighs. Her breasts dangling like overripe fruit, Elinerna kissed her monstrous progeny’s cockhead, parting her lips to wrap around the very tip of the golden dick. She lingered there, suckling on it, tickling it with her tongue. 

Ingrid was hit face first with the taste and texture of her rapist’s prick, the saltiness of it practically stinging her. It was meaty too, and hot, and she savored the taste alongside her mistress. Any sense of guilt she had for enjoying her abductor and abuser’s penis was gone now, overwhelmed by the raw pleasure, the intensity of sensations. 

Slowly, the sorceress bobbed her head up and down, taking in centimeters and lapping at them with her tongue. The beast grunted, placing a hand on Shari’s shoulder and moving her up the length of his sex. She moaned, moving her hands to her sex and her mistress’. She slid two fingers into each snatch, hers already dripping wet with arousal, though the entrance to her mistress’ vagina was just as easy. 

Taking more of her son into her gullet, Elinerna’s lips met Shari’s as they traveled up Iror’s length. Though the presence of Iror in Elinerna’s mouth prevented them from kissing, they did the closest thing; Shari planting sloppy, wet kisses at the point where the sorceress’ lips and her son’s cock met, squeezing the tip of her tongue into the corner of her mistress’ mouth. More and more new tastes and textures greeted Ingrid, the sweet taste of Shari driving her wild with her own strange arousal. 

The witch ran her head up and down her son, coating his prick with saliva and moaning into the golden rod whenever Shari’s fingers found an excitable spot. The assassin wriggled her fingers inside her mistress, causing the buxom women’s legs to shake, causing her ass to shake with them. Moaning, she pulled herself off Iror, gasping and looking passionately up at her inhuman child. It could be said he had a hundred mothers and fathers, for Elinerna’s body was composed of numerous absorbed men and women, and a hundred more when she had lain with Iror’s titanic father. But just like all the consciousness and identities her flawless, lustful body contained, she considered him hers and hers alone. Not property, not a servant like all others save Shari. She had made him, had gone through such hardships to create him; why shouldn’t she get to enjoy him in every possible way?

They were equals to her, worthy of her respect and love. She did love all those she absorbed and many of her slaves but that was a different kind of love. Shari and Iror did not match her in power, but it was a relationship of respect and mutual admiration. Of love. 

Shari withdrew her dexterous, strong fingers, and snuck them under Elinerna’s new necklace, pulling the witch towards her. They kissed properly, locking lips and pressing their tongues together. Shari aggressively probed her mistress’ mouth sliding her wet tongue around the pale woman’s. To Ingrid it was like being smothered, a slick, wet muscle wrapping around her. They separated, thick trails of saliva connecting their lips, and Iror humped his cock forwards impatiently, the gilded spear shoving itself between the heaving pair. He groaned in frustration, pulling Shari onto his rod and forcing his way between her lips. Surprised, she struggled for a moment before getting her bearings, gripping the base of the beast’s shaft and guiding him. 

Aled himself struggled to come to grips with his new form. He could see and hear just fine, and was constantly in contact with Elinerna’s soft neck. Every second aroused him, the curvy spellcaster’s body touching every part of his circular form. He could see the tops of her massive bust, the great orbs heaving, rising and falling as she moved. The busty witch embraced Shari from behind, pressing her prodigious bust against the dark woman’s back. She ground her sex against her firm ass, and placed one hand on the back of Shari’s head, pushing her down on Iror. Her other hand wrapped around Shari and seized her breast, squeezing it hard between her fingers. Aled could make out thick globs of precum mixed with saliva drooling out of Shari’s mouth, could see how the darker woman’s throat bulged from the intrusion. 

The witch breathed heavily, causing her throat to expand and contract within Aled‘s circular form. Shari gagged, sputtering as Iror’s cock went deeper and deeper into her throat. The monster grunted and thrashed his tail, pulling Shari off and forcing her head up so she looked up at his member. The beast came, his massive prick shooting thick, ropey strands of cum over the brown woman’s face, the white semen in stark contrast to her dusky skin.

“Good boy,” cooed the sorceress, climbing onto the bed and pressing a finger against her son’s scaly abs. “But now mommy needs to enjoy herself, so use that tongue of yours, it’ll give you something to do with your mouth.”

Iror, his cock still dripping bits of cum, grunted in acknowledgement and moved to the edge of the bed, resting his upper body on the mattress as his mother moved towards him on all fours. She pressed her wet sex against his face, sighing in anticipation as her sensitive lips made contact with her son’s face. Shari crawled onto the bed after Elinerna, laying on her back and spreading her legs wide.

Iror pressed his mouth against Elinerna’s cunt, extending his long tongue into her inner walls. She quivered as it entered, moaning and shutting her eyes, her legs and rear quivering. Shari’s hand guided the witch’s head into her crotch, and Elinerna buried her face in Shari’s wet groin. As her son’s flexible, froglike appendage wriggled inside her, stimulating the witch’s nethers, Elinerna licked Shari’s, another wave of intense tastes and textures assaulting her own and Ingrid’s senses. Throaty moans from deep within escaped her lips as Iror’s tongue pumped her groin, and the combination of those sexual gasps and her own oral attentions caused Shari to squirm and writhe in pleasure.

Shari shut her eyes and balled up Elinerna’s silky black hair between her fists. Her lower body shook, orgasm washing over the assassin. She screamed, shoving her mistress’ face into her cunt. Still eating her out as the throes of orgasm wracked her second, Elinerna felt her own arousal building exponentially from the thick, flexible muscle sliding in and out of her groin, coating her folds in saliva and mixing with her own fluids. 

She pulled away from Shari, Elinerna’s mouth covered in her sexual fluids. Her mouth hung open and she looked over her shoulder at her son in anticipation, placing a hand on the back of his horned head and holding him against her sex. With a shudder, he walls clenched down tight on her son’s tongue as she came, throwing her head back and rolling her eyes back. Even Ingrid could feel the power of her orgasm, a feeling of unimaginable bliss overtaking all other sensations.

The trio collapsed on the bed, Iror half on-half off to avoid puncturing anyone with his spikes. Elinerna idly rubbed her son’s retreating cock and Shari’s firm, heaving breasts, licking the cum off of her lover’s face. Her latest addition had made her sense of taste more sensitive, more refined. The saltiness of her son’s seed was stronger, more pronounced thanks to the enhancement. 

Sandwiched between her loved ones, she unbuckled the necklace that was Aled and held it in front of her face. With a wry smile, she licked the opal gemstone, pressing Ingrid against what had become of the man who desired her. They would learn to love their new forms, she thought, they all did. Their life as part of her was just beginning, two more additions to her household.