Misty F Fiction

011 – Arenkant’s Temple

The text presented here is copied directly from my Tumblr with minimal editing. If you have feedback about this story, send me an ask. This story is rated NSFW for Dubious Consent, Explicit Sex, Extreme Sexually-Focused Transformation, Intimate Nudity, Massive Growth, Mental Corruption and Physical Corruption


It was on the fourth day out from the settlement that Naleen crested the ridge that was supposed to overlook the ruins he was searching for. Only, the thick forest in the valley below thwarted his efforts to confirm the rumors.

“You are sure what I seek lies below?” He turned to ask his guides, a trio of women to his left. Despite the hike, they were dressed in long robes with ornate embroidery along the hems and carried no exploratory gear. Their skin had a peculiar coppery cast to it, a slight shimmer that unnerved him almost as much as their solid black, soulless eyes and bright white hair.

When they spoke, they spoke in unison. “The High Temple of Arankant indeed lies below in that valley, Seeker. It was once our home, long ago.”

“Wasn’t the Temple besieged during the last age? Wasn’t it captured at the end of the Witches’ War? That’s over three hundred years ago! You can’t honestly expect me to believe you three are that old. You barely look older than maidens.”

“What is time to a faithful servant?” the trio said with a unified shrug. “We abide the years, awaiting our Mistress’ return. You, who speak her name long dead and seek her history long lost, may be the catalyst to her revival. It is our obligation to help you, else we would kill you for stepping on these holy grounds.”

Not sure how to respond to that, he turned left to follow the ridge, looking for a way down. He was hardly seeking Arankant or her history, it was just her temple was likely unspoiled and would be a place where he could find power. Power enough to kill a Witch. A Witchbane.

He had tried to acquire one from the Northern Wastes, but the Guardian of The Ruined Forest found him. The Stag Witch had dogged him for two days, pursuing him until he was so hopelessly lost in her forest choked ruins that he had no choice but to be captured. Desperate to not be killed for trying to steal, he offered up whatever The Witch Who Kept Watch wanted from him.

She asked for his seed, calling it an offering to the forest. Glad that she had not asked for the secret he carried, as was her reputation, he agreed. The wild Witch took him somewhere and had her way with him. She fucked him relentlessly, somehow keeping him up until he passed out after a fourth orgasm. He woke two days later at an inn five days travel from The Woods. He chose to look elsewhere for a Witchbane.

The would-be witchslayer had been walking along the ridge for sometime when he found both his confirmation and his entry point. Shaped out of the stone like waves was a wide stairway and at the bottom, a ruined causeway. Beyond, a pyramid rose above the trees like a mountain standing alone. Four pillars, some whole, some fractured, were aligned with the sides and stood a considerable distance out from the temple. He realized then they created an eight-point star when combined the temples points.

“Welcome to our home, Seeker,” The trio said as they appeared without sound at his shoulder. “We hope that you find your stay to be agreeable.”

The descent to the ruined temple was easy, but the shadow of massive structure cast a foreboding pressure over the descent. Once standing on the valley floor, the pyramid dominated everything. He began to feel like this was just as bad a plan as all the others, but there was nothing for it now. Knowing that the trio was with him and would likely kill him if tried to turn back kept his feet moving forwards.

It was not long before they arrived at a tumbled archway that lead to an open courtyard that would likely have been beautiful in its heyday, but was now just dust and shattered stone. A bone dry fountain was situated in the middle, surrounded by a wide circle of blackened soil. The entrance to the temple lay beyond, the way barred by two massive doors.

“Hey! The way is shut, how will we get in?”

“If you are true, the way will open.”

That was not what he wanted to hear. He was going to die here. The would-be witchslayer began to panic even as the trio of strange women herded him towards the door. There was no where to run to in the open courtyard, no where to hide. Just like with The Stag Witch, he was going to be discovered. Only, this time he was sure his punishment was not going to just be getting fucked into unconsciousness.

“This will open the door if you are the catalyst.”

The statement brought Naleen back to reality and he glanced around at what they could be referring to. His eyes were first drawn to the doors only a stone’s throw from where they stood. They were each easily three times larger than him and their polished surface was oddly clear of dust and dirt.

In the distance between those doors and the party, was what the woman was likely referring to. Rising up out of the ground like a tree was a waist high obelisk with a horizontal oval-shaped hole. As he moved toward it, he realized the stone surrounding the opening looked vaguely like lips.

“Wait, no, you’re not actually suggesting that I-”

“It’ll be easy.” One of them undid his pants from behind while the other two walked past, chanting. “All you have to is get hard and see if the Divine favors you.”

The chanting pair put their hands to the pillar. Etchings lost under the dust flickered to life as a brilliant purple light swept down the stone structure. The pale marble keyhole flared to life, painting the lip-like curves with glowing energy. They turned to him, their hands and eyes glowing with that same light. They each dropped to their knees, their hands reaching for his manhood. Despite himself, he was getting hard. Were all Witches sex fiends? Did every interaction with them result in his body receiving such loving attention?

Wait, loving?

Unlike The Stag Witch, whose mating had been aggressive and forceful, the feeling of the duo kneeling at his feet was gentle as they caressed his rising manhood with soft hands. Fingers eagerly rubbed hardening, twitching flesh. He closed his eyes as he relaxed into their embrace. In the dark behind his eyelids he got flashes of memories, impressions really, that had to be from the duo because they of the temple when it thrived. Lips pressed against his shaft from both sides and he glanced down to watch only to do a double take.

Between his legs was not his cock, but one twice as big. Purple lines traced like spider-web over his shaft and down to equally enlarged balls. With each passing second, there was more cock for the duo to attend to. A task they did with abandon, eagerly licking and sucking and fondling. In turn, their affection created a denser network of magical lines on his member and further hastened his growth. He could feel his balls swelling as flesh overtook more and more of his thighs, until they slipped behind him to rest on the backs of his knees.

Before long, his dick was the size of his arm, throbbing like mad, and he was humping the air like his life depended on it. Every lingering touch from the duo made increasingly larger amounts of pre-cum dribble out with each twitch of his cock. At this point, the veins of magic had snaked up his body and, presumably, down his legs. The glow was strong enough through his clothes, the twisting lines visible through even his hardened leather. Just as his inhumanly large balls tightened and his hip movements grew even more frantic, the duo stood up and stepped back into formation with the other woman. The one of the left now had blue eyes, the one on the right had red.

The one who had not knelt spoke. “It would seem the Divine indeed favors you, Seeker of Arankant. Come, use your key so that we may enter the temple. Use your key so we can return home.”

Desperate to find release, he did not even think about the oddity of what she was implying. The would-be witchslayer eagerly rubbed his drooling dick all over the keyhole shaped like a mouth to get it ready for him and started to press against it. As he gripped the stone like he had many a women’s head, the lines of power began to work their way up his arms to join the ones spreading over his torso.

When those connected, the tip of his shaft slipped into the crevasse. He simultaneously pushed and pulled harder, slipping more and more meat into the keyhole. The chamber behind the lips curved down, just like a throat. Unlike a throat however, there was no gag reflex as inch after meaty inch crammed in.

Just as he sunk his massive shaft to the hilt, he began to cum. Well, more like he was being pumped for cum. It felt like he was being squeezed empty as gallons of fluid flowed out of him. His balls shrank as their magically enhanced load was released. The lines of power drained down his arms and into the obelisk, the pressure of the opening on his dick lessened until he tumbled backwards, his body apparently returned to how it had been before.

He scrambled up, tugging at the hem of his pants. “What in the six silver circles was that?”

The lead woman looked different as she stared at him. Her eyes were now bright green instead of pink. “Consider yourself fortunate, Seeker of Arankant. Many have died here, men and women alike. Yet, you live.”

The other two echoed her. “You live! You live!”

Only feet away, the door’s own lines of power flickered to life. They looked like a tree in winter, so many branching paths that reached towards the sky. A rumble filled the space as the doors began to swing outwards.

It seemed he would at least live to see what no mortal had seen in an age.

“Come,” she said as she turned. “We shall go together.”

The Blue-eyed Witchling offered him a hand up. When he grasped her palm, it was like grasping a gauntlet. The blue-eyed woman smiled and the party moved towards the opening doors. A passage filled with softly glowing light ran on without end. Stepping inside, torch-like lights flared to life as they approached and flickered out when they were past, leaving them in a bubble of illumination. It felt like they had been walking for hours, but the passage showed no signs of coming to an end.

“We’re been walking for a while now,” he began, his voice oddly small. “Why haven’t we found anything yet?”

“Do you think we should have?” The trio was back to speaking in unison.

“Of course! We’re walking in a straight line—”

“Are we?” Green asked. “Walking in a straight line I mean. Look up.”

Naleen squinted through the gloom for the faintly glowing lines he had noticed as they came in. His eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, but he finally saw their shape in the dancing shadows on the ceiling. They had a very slight curve to them.

“This is a spiral isn’t it?”

“That it is, Seeker. This passage curves around in a spiral to the center of the temple. We spent many hours walking these halls, chanting, singing, doing spellcraft. You’ve probably missed them, but there are many doorways on these walls, each a chamber for handmaiden of Arankant.”

His exit strategy was once again looking grim, but he continued forward with Blue holding his hand and the other close behind as Green led them on. After what felt like a lifetime in the dark, there was a pinpoint of bright light which grew larger as the walked until he could tell it was a doorway.

Stepping into the inner cloister was dazzling and he lost all sense of direction for a moment. When he finally got his bearings again, he saw what was producing the light. Hanging in midair at the center of the chamber was crystalline shard that stretched from floor to ceiling. The room itself was equally remarkable. A wide flight of steps went down to the base of the shard. In both directions from the doorway, plants flourished in tiered gardens as water flowed along aqueducts. Water wheels at the bottom carried water back up to flow down once more.

“This is your next challenge, Seeker. If you are true, the shard will admit you to the true depths of the temple.”

“What will I find there?”

“Tests, trials, and then, Arankant.”

“I thought you said Arankant was dead.”

“She is, but her essence remains,” she gestured to the shard and then turned to face him. “I know you come seeking power, and I care not for what end. Our Mistress was killed for being too close to becoming Divine herself, she knew her end was coming. Still, she did not deserve the betrayal from her sisters.”

Green was quiet for a moment and stared off into the distance, as if recalling a time long past. “Now come, let us give you what you seek.”

Blue and Red pushed him towards the shard, each holding a hand. Try as he might, Naleen could not pull away from their grasp or stop their advance. He was going to die, he was sure of it. His forehead pressed against the crystal. Light began to fill the room until all that remained was brilliance. When he could see again Naleen was alone.

It was white in every direction, with no horizon, no indication that he was even standing on anything beyond his weight being settled on his feet.

“We are in Arankant’s essence, Seeker.”

Naleen whirled around, standing there was the duo from before. They moved towards him, beginning to remove their robes. He stood there frozen, though it was not as if running would get him anywhere. The garments cast aside revealed coppery skin clad in the barest amount of white lace. Each of them was very thin, like they had not eaten in weeks.

As they drew within arm’s distance, lines like before traced over their mostly naked bodies and they began to change. It started with their hair. The white mane of the woman on the left shifting to a deep blue and as the woman on the right became a bright red. The color spread over their clothes, dying their sparse garments the same color as the lines’ colors enveloped their bodies. Both embraced him, their skin now shimmering pale blue and pink. Lips pressed against his cheeks and they each hugged an arm. He could feel them growing, their rail thin bodies plumping up. He felt weakness spreading through his limbs, as if he was being drained by their touch.

Blue spoke first, her solid eyes now the welcoming blue of a prairie stream. “It has been so long since someone came to visit—”

“—and even longer since someone survived this far,” Red added, her eyes the burning brightness of a roaring fire.

In just the few seconds of contact they had ceased being clones of each other. Blue’s hair had grown over one eye and her frame had lengthened as well, filling out into an athletic build that looked ready to fight if the situation presented itself. On the other hand, Red had gone for more a sensual shape, her body’s curves straining against the lace at her chest and hips.

“Perhaps you will survive us as well,” Red purred into his ear as she softly bit his earlobe. “We who were once the servants of the greatest Witch. We who could be part of you if you have the strength.”

While distracted by Red, Naleen had lost track of Blue, but where she had gone was not a mystery long as his pants were torn away. Once more, eager but soft hands caressed his manhood. Deft fingers and quick licks soon had him stiffening. Again memories flooded his mind of a time when the three Witchlings were once much stronger. They were created beings, formed from shards and pure mana, and were sustained by Arankent’s will. Each was a small part of her and they longed to be whole.

Off balance from both the revelation and the affection on two fronts, Red easily pushed him to the ground. Before he could move, she had straddled his stomach and resumed her kissing and nibbling on his lips, chin, neck and ears. Blue began to suck him off, her hands gently stroking his sensitive skin. He felt the weakness sinking into his entire body now, he could not even lift his arms to try and push Red off him. Was this it? Would he die in the embrace of two Witchlings?

No, he came for power, this was his chance to grab some for himself. This was not reality, he reminded himself, it was a space inside magic made solid. Anything was possible here.

He thought about being strong, about having the body to handle sex even with The Stag Witch. Strength returned to his limbs, his fingers sinking into Red’s thighs. Though instead of pushing her away, he pulled her tighter against him. He could feel his hands growing, his fingers becoming those of a much larger man as they sank in to grab hold of her plump ass. His cock twitched, hitting the back of Blue’s throat as it grew longer in an instant.

“That’s more like it, Seeker. Give us a challenge!”

All at once, the three of them were swelling larger with unbounded vigor. At first he could feel Blue struggling with his swelling member, but her body seemed to catch up in short order. In an impressive display, she swallowed all of him, kissing his pelvis with puffy lips as she wrapped her lengthening tongue around his swelling balls even as he grew further down her throat. He could feel her tits growing against his sack, their equally sensitive skin making both gasp as more and more connection swelled into being.

At the same time, Red’s kisses and bites grew more aggressive as her teeth sharpened and her lips grew fuller. There was steadily more of her as well as boobs outgrew their restraints and pulsed ever larger against his own burgeoning chest. Her thighs thickened against his sides even as his muscles spread her legs apart. The weight of her body began to push down more, even as his core explosively developed to handle it.

He realized they were locked in a battle of wills now, their ever expanding bodies each an expression of desire and a display of power. They wanted to devour him, to make his body their own. He wanted their power, to make them part of him. Though he was outnumbered, in this space brimming with magic, anything was possible. He could pass this hurdle, but first, he had to disable one of them. Blue certainly seemed like the easiest, she was already in a position that put him at an advantage.

He focused on the image of his dick before, how it was out in the courtyard. How the weight felt against his hips, how it felt to have big swollen balls that rubbed his knees. To be the unquestioned alpha who fucked open a seal none had. His dream body responded in kind, growing to match his vision. He could feel the base of his cock pressing against his legs as it thickened, but it was not enough. If he was going to win, it had to go even bigger.

Blue gagged as he outpaced her reciprocal growth, but her will was not so easily quashed. She herself began to expand, growing past six feet towards eight until his monstrous, two foot member was just simply large relative to her. Gripping it tight with both hands, her fingers just interlacing, she attacked the tip while stroking his shaft forcefully.

Meanwhile, Red was smothering him with plush tits that were quickly growing to be larger than his head. The smell of cinnamon hung in the air within her velvety soft cleavage. Her tits began to jiggle as she pushed herself back to also enjoy his throbbing manhood.

Below Blue’s strokes, she ground against his fuck stick. Her ass piled on inches as it swelled towards enveloping nearly half his dick in quivering flesh. Squeezed tight, he could feel her asshole getting bigger. The ring of muscle thickened to accommodate her rear entrance spreading until it was as wide as his cock. It was like her body was responding to the anticipation of his entry.

Unbidden, he grew even more, his shaft swelling wider the further it was from his body until it finally curved back to his mouth-filling glans. Rising from his balls, his raphe became an pronounced ridge as more vessels grew up from inside him and coiled around his shaft under his skin. The massive display of manhood did not deter Blue. In fact, even with him deep in her throat, he could feel Blue eating Red out, her tongue snaking around him to caress the other’s folds.

The would-be witchslayer felt the familiar clench that heralded an orgasm which would unleash another torrent of cum. He bent upwards and twitch after twitch coated Blue’s mouth and throat with thick, sticky spunk. She seemed to enjoy it from how she was moaning around him. Even so, there was more fluid than she could handle and she had to release him, leaving the rest to pour over Red’s body in slowly diminishing bursts. His impossibly thick, vein-laced pole remained hard even as his orgasm faded. If anything, it continued to grow as his dream body tried to get control of the situation.

Well lubricated now, Red’s humping grew smoother, more decisive. Overwhelming sensations, to the point of verging on painful, crashed over him as the Witchlings simultaneously worshiped his tree-like manhood and tried to cow him into submission.

Blue continued to fellate him with increasing tempo and ferocity. There had to be three feet of cock beyond the jiggling curve of Red’s ass and Blue swallowed it over and over in cycles that had him seeing white as a second orgasm rocked his overtaxed body.

In that moment, Red leaned in to kiss him and his eyes met Blue’s. All the memories she had passed to him connected them as if they had been partners for an age. She smiled and blushed as she wiped his seed off her face. All of a sudden, her being a Witchling was the furthest thing from his mind. Red, why he was there, and everything else just faded away, leaving her kneeling there next to him.

Flashes of an idyllic fantasy life made real surrounded the would-be witchslayer. His mind was filled with scenes like being woken by her mouth around him, eating her out as the day came to a close, or passionate lovemaking in a field during a picnic. He realized her could be content, living that way with her. A warmth suffused his body as the thought of proposing to her crossed his mind.

Yes, Seeker, I will be yours. I have waited for the day when all will be one once more.

A feeling like being covered in oil washed over him as the dream within a dream faded away. Splatters hit his legs and balls as Blue’s form began to dissipate. Red sat back, once more pressing her ass to his massive fuck stick as a wave of Blue’s essence washed over them both. They were sent flying as a lifetime of magic stored over an age took on a new form.

While he tumbled through the strange fluid, the image of Blue draping herself around his shoulders came to mind. All around him, her essence began to soak into him. His body began to buzz. Glowing blue lines carved themselves into his skin as he was filled with the power of the Witchling he had come to think of as a lover.

He felt a second cock growing in, rooting itself in his massive sac. His first shrank to only a foot long, as if he could only support some arbitrary total length between them. As his manhood changed, felt hips widening as breasts budded on his chest. His hair, now blue, grew out to float around him. It seemed that, no matter what, a Witch’s power pushed its wielder to the femme end of the spectrum. Even so, he was still ripped beyond all measure.

The endless ocean of Blue’s essences began to dry up and Naleen found himself standing once more. Everything about him was bigger and stronger. Looking over his physique, he had to be over six feet tall now, with nearly every inch of his body sporting rippling muscle, even his womanly hips were taut with thick fiber. The only place where his flesh was pliable were his breasts which overflowed his huge hands and felt wonderful to the touch.

But he was not alone in becoming stronger. Standing nearby was Red and she was equally large, though in different ways. He could not believe how absolutely expansive her bustline was. They hung well past her equally absurd hips and curved out beyond her reach. Each breath set off a small earthquake of flesh. Despite how amazing her physical presence was, the most striking thing was her hair which was a cascade of red and blue squares long enough that it trailed behind her on the ground.

“We know how this is gonna end, Red. We’re going to become one just like Blue and I did. So we can do this pleasurably, or we can do this the hard way.”

“I will not lose to you.”

“You won’t, really. I can see what Blue knew. I know the three of you were once part of Arankent, that you’re searched forever for host that could endure you three coming together. It would seem that I am just what you were looking for.”

Red rushed at him, faster than her bulk should have allowed. She knocked him down and they rolled on the floor of their shared dream. Somehow he ended up both on top of and inside her. His hands were sinking into boundless amounts of soft flesh while his other cock rubbed against the curve of her expansive ass. He expected her to fight him, to claw and bite and scream. Instead, she rolled them over so that she was on top and her massive mams settled on either side of him while her hands sunk into his own sensitive mounds of tit flesh.

“I will make you submit, Seeker.”

She began to ride his first cock, his second trapped within the cum-slick crack of her ample butt. Even after being changed by Blue, the sensations from both being squeezed and rubbed were still overpowering after just having orgasmed. However, through the haze over-stimulation he dimly realized that his cocks were growing. Apparently it was not that his maximum size had been reduced, but that a foot long was now his baseline size while semi-erect. The stiffening seemed to blunt the extreme feeling and his mind began to clear as he grew longer, thicker, and more rigid.

Red’s eyes went wide as she realized what was happening. She stopped pounding his pelvis, choosing to grind against him instead, and turned to reach behind her. He felt her searching for his hardening member in the depths of her ass, her fingers trying to part the sea of flesh. Eventually he was too big to miss and she grabbed hold of him with both hands.

When she somehow lifted herself to a squatting position, there was just enough of a gap between each of their tits that Naleen caught a glimpse of his cock. He could only gape at the size. He reached for it as she tried to angle his other cock so that it was pushing against her still massively oversized anus. Even as big as he was, his hands could not fully encircle his manhood. Against his thumbs, a vein two fingers wide pumped like mad. It snaked back and forth as it rose to vanish into Red with the rest of him.

Something about them shifted and he felt his other cock pushing against her puffy knot of butt muscles. His hands were on her hips in a flash. He knew this was his best shot at subduing Red and willed himself to grow into her even as he pulled down. The second cock responded to his desires as spongy flesh slowly slipped through an opening that felt like a clenched fist. His glans breached her entrance with a sudden surge of growth and then all bets were off as she collapsed down onto him, impaling her on two poles that were much larger than they had been just a moment ago. He could not fathom how she was fitting all of that cock inside her without breaking. Magic was truly remarkable.

Her body clenched and squirmed against his as she humped frantically, even as she was crushed by orgasm after body wracking orgasm. Her spasming muscles worked him mercilessly until he too was constantly shooting out loads of spunk. Red’s stomach swelled, pushing outwards, even pushing aside her tits as she filled with seemingly endless semen from two sources, but this only seemed to please her more.

When her belly touched his, a warmth flared on her skin. A complex rune flared into life at the peak of her strained body and, in moments, her belly began to shrink as other parts of her grew instead. Her already impossible tits grew even larger, crushing him under pounds of cinnamon smelling flesh. Her stretched holes pulsed larger until they were just smaller than his twin dicks, letting his still flowing spunk begin to pour out. She began to fuck him coherently again, building a rhythm that had his consciousness fading as the over stimulation began to catch up with him.

Sure she was going to be the victor in their battle of bodies and wills, Naleen laid back to enjoy his end. Instead, Red froze suddenly as her entire body began to glow. A sound rose from her body, soft at first but growing to a scream that filled even the endless void. It was one word. Seeker.

Red collapsed onto him, at least as much as her insane body would allow. “I thought...I thought I had you.” she gasped. “I did not expect your growth to be so powerful.”

He reached up to her face and she nibbled his finger.

“Don’t you lose to Green.”

And then, like Blue, her body softened until she became a wave of pure magic. This time, though, he was the only recipient. In a tingling wave, he took in Red’s power as well as what remained of Blue’s with a feeling of affection for both of the Witchlings which surprised him. The duo had wormed their way into his heart in more ways than one. For better or worse, they were part of him now.

Naleen closed his eyes as tingling enveloped his body and when he opened them, he was standing once more before the shard deep in the temple. The would-be witchslayer was as naked as he had been inside the shard, but was back to a more rational size. Still, as he became more aware, it was obvious his body had been irrevocably changed by what had happened inside the shard.

His skin was now a pale purple and long hair that seemed to flicker between red and blue fell over his eyes and to his hips. Because of that, it was hard to tell how tall he was now. Taking stock of his new body with his hands, he caressed tits that he could just barely hug. They curved down along his torso, resting on a slight tummy mound. His nipples were each handfuls and they capped puffy aureole that rose several inches above the apex of his tits, almost boobs in their own right.

Shifting to look at the rest of his body set off a jiggling chain reaction which made it evident just how plush his body had become. Pushing against his belly, his fingers sank to their first knuckle before they hit a dense wall of muscle. Dragging his fingers down and around, he cupped an ass that was definitely reminiscent of Red and flowed down into thick thighs. His balls were each a little smaller than his both hands and they rubbed against what he discovered was a very engorged, very sensitive, pussy. The twin cocks remained, hanging on either side of his tight sack.

“I’m surprised it is you who returned, Seeker. I was certain my...siblings would do you in.”

He turned to face Green who was floating above the ground behind him. She was huge in every sense of the word, filling the room with her now hulking body. A glowing emerald shard the size of a fist was embedded in her chest between what would have ample cleavage this morning but now seemed barely worth noting after Red’s impossibly lush curves. Most notably was the cock which rivaled what his maximum size had been. She stroked the length with a wicked grin watching him with half closed eyes. Something about it made his knees go weak.

“I will give you my essence without question, Seeker, come! Drink! Worship me and I will make us complete.”

His body moved on its own, the twin essences in his body being drawn to their third counterpart. He crawled to her feet and kissed them, then her calves and thighs before softly nipping at balls glowing with magic power. He pushed the Witchling back so that she was laying on the steps. He wrapped his gifts from Red around Green’s pole and began to suck as Blue had. Feeling cock in his mouth felt weird but as Blue’s memories were stirred by the action, it became almost an obsession. The feeling of glans against his tongue and the roof of his mouth made his body shudder.

Getting heated, his own cocks were swelling up, the impossible network of thick veins pumping to life to fill them with blood and magic. Surprisingly, his boobs also were engorging as veins became visible through his purple skin.

Seeing this, Green knocked him back and Naleen found himself on his back under a woman for a third time today. Green slammed her cock down on his chest and pinched his swollen aureole to pull his tits around it. Without warning she impaled herself on his twin dongs, but they seemed to be an afterthought. Green wanted to fuck, not to be fucked.

The Witchling thrust her hips forward, shoving the tip of her cock down Naleen’s throat. Red’s desire took over and his hands began to massage the massive tool through breasts that were now much more wobbly than before. The grunts and groans of the dominating Witchling filled the room, creating their own lewd harmony.

Finally, with a swelling he felt through his tits, Green came in his mouth. Unlike his orgasms which had pulsed, hers was a continual flow of thick, minty fluid. Like with the others, memories flooded his mind. Enveloped in Green’s quest to become a living creature, his tummy bulge grew taller, the soft flesh being forced out in all directions.

Green was not satisfied though as she slid off his engorged cocks and lifted his balls. The pressure of her trying to fit her fist sized head into him was unbearable for so many reasons he was not sure what to feel. When she pulled him to her and down her cock he was seized at once by his first vaginal orgasm.

And Green did not stop.

Her powerful body lifted him into the air, using gravity to shove further into him. She raised his entire form away from her pelvis and then once more pulled him to her. With each impact, he felt part of his mind shake loose. Things about where he came from and what he was doing were replaced with memories of being the fourth of Arankant’s servants. He let them go. The man he had been was a bitter fool who had wasted his life trying to kill gods.

He wrapped his arms around Green’s neck and buried his face in her shoulder. His legs wrapped around her hips. The leverage let him help her thrusts, making each cycle harder, faster, and more intense. They were gasping now, their bodies slick with sweat and semen as they reached for the edge to throw themselves into eternity as one being. He clutched tight as another orgasm ripped through him. Green thrust up and began to throb.

“I love you.” He whispered. “Each of you.” The remaining Witchling grinned before she groaned and came for a second time. As her essence flowed in, Naleen ceased to be. Silver was born.

Blue had loved her since their first day together.

Red viewed her as a rival in combat and in love.

Green led their group both in play and at war.

She had been the center. The balance between Compassion, Power, and Intellect.

Together, they had been unstoppable as agents of Arankant’s will. Their actions had kept alliances from breaking, had kept skirmishes from becoming wars. They were once guardians of peace among Witches, lost and forgotten in a senseless conflict. Abandoned by their creators, they stood vigil over the being the revered as mother. And now, they were one.

Silver dropped to her knees as Green’s essence finished sinking into her. Tears streamed down her face. Even though the fusion was necessary. Even though her loves were not gone. It felt awful being alone after so long together.

Her unstable body from fusing with Red and Blue shifted as Green joined her life force. Steam rose from her skin as her power stabilized. The Witchling got to her feet and wiped the tears from her eyes. It time to finish what they had come to do.

She molded a new existence for herself, paying respect to each of her lifelong companions. Red’s penchant for voluptuousness kept her body curvy, though it was tempered by Green’s athleticism and height. Blue styled her face and hair, which shimmered like the rainbow as it grew shorter until it tickled her shoulder blades. Her own contribution, her ever present balance to them, hung to mid thigh and was as thick as her wrist. She moved her balls inside herself, leaving a smooth slope from her cock to her vulva as if her dick was a very overgrown clit. The rest of her genitalia flickered and shifted as multiple minds debated shape, but eventually settled as lips that were just visible over the mons.

With that settled, one thing remained. Arankant’s power. It would be needed in the coming storm. They had been forged to house her prowess, should it come to pass that she fell, but there was no telling what would happen when they took the shard inside of themselves and were able to descend to her inner sanctum.

Silver brushed finger tip on the smooth surface of the floating stone and it rippled like water. Putting her lips to it, she drank deeply. Imperceptibly, the crystal shrank. Each second that passed filled her with more power and knowledge. The history of Witches opened before her as the wisdom of generations going back to the Goddess herself flowed into her veins.

My daughters.

The voice was as much in her head as everywhere around her.

I am proud of you to have come this far. You never did quite agree, but now you are what I envisioned you would be. I leave you my power, do as you see fit so long as you do not harm with intent to conquer. See the world, learn from its people, enrich the Divine.

The crystal fit in her palm now, continuing to shrink as it absorbed into her.

Farewell my daughters, go with my blessings. And my love.

Silver stepped on the the shard’s platform and it sank down to Arankant’s sanctum. She did not want to leave anything behind. There was the nagging feeling that someone else might come for what else lingered. As she descended, she realized she needed a real name and a title.

“What about...Silmera of the Spectrum?”

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