AUTHOR'S NOTE: I was going through a pretty rough bout of writer's block, and I wrote this story trying to break out of it. In doing so I sort of let my id take over.
Themes in this one include: rough gangbang, double oral/vaginal/anal penetration, excessive cum, huge cocks, tentacles, all the way through, womb penetration, oviposition, breast expansion, force feminization/futanarization, lactation, corruption, bimbofication, and implied death via succubus.
Enjoy
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The tower rose, solitary, from the forest like the misplaced fingerbone of some giant. It was a lonely outpost of civilization, surrounded by deer, birds, rabbits, and other, less benign, creatures. From a distance it was surprisingly slender, a reed stretching into the sky. Though few would ever see it from the outside. Just the rare adventurer seeking fortune, knowledge, or, in some lamentable instances, revenge. None of them found what they were looking for. Those who were tenacious, skilled, or lucky enough to survive the myriad dangers of the forest found that, up close, it was a cyclopean construction, as big around as a castle at the base. There wasn't a door or window, arrow slit or vent anywhere on its lower third. No handholds either, no gaps between stone blocks where the mortar was rotted away. Instead, it was perfectly smooth, as though it was carved from a single immense block of white marble, shot through with veins of red.
Those adventurers courageous or foolish enough to actually try and scale the thing, through means either mundane or magical, soon found that getting into the tower was the least of their worries. They should've been worried about what waited inside.
On this particular morning she was still in bed, lounging under silk sheets, the dappled light streaming through the stained glass windows casting blobs of color throughout the room. It was late in the morning, the sun well above the horizon, but she wasn't in a rush. There was no one to tell her what to do, no task that needed to be completed.
Besides, Kalinda thought to herself, I celebrated my hundredth birthday last night. I might as well sleep in a bit.
Still, she had never been the type to lounge in bed all day. She stretched, sighing as she enjoyed the pleasant ache in her loins. The party last night had been great, the orgy after even better. Kalinda felt battered, in a good way, bruises and bite marks quickly fading away, pussy and asshole already tightened back up. There was a persistent soreness in her throat. But what did she expect? Deepthroating an elemental prince from the Plane of Fire came with consequences. The man's cum was pure lava, by the Goddess, and even her magic had its limits.
Eventually, with much squirming and rolling, she was able to make her way to the edge of her massive bed and get up. She preferred to sleep alone, and her guests were all sent home when their part in the evening was complete. As she stood Kalinda made a mental note to shrink the bed down to a more manageable size.
"Not too bad for a hundred years," she said to herself as she caught a glimpse of her mirror. Not a wrinkle on her face or a gray hair in the waterfall of crimson that spilled down to her ass. Of course, not all of her was that old. The huge, gravity defying tits were only about sixty years old. And the fat cock hanging past her knees was barely thirty.
There was a picture on the vanity and Kalinda picked it up with a fond smile. A black and white photograph of a much, much younger version of herself. An imp was perched on her shoulder.
"What a naive little thing I was. Would she be happy with what we've become, I wonder?" Her finger reached out and touched the imp. "And little Merril, I've missed you all these years."
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Eighty Years Ago
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To say that Kalinda was disgruntled would be a massive understatement. She was footsore, soaked to the bone, and late. Very late.
She was never late.
"First in my class at the Academy," she muttered under her breath. "Graduated a year early. Selected for a field commission at the youngest age of any sorceress in a generation. And where has that got me?"
"Uh, on the road to Oakshield, Miss?" Merril asked. The little red imp flitted down to Kalinda's shoulder, shaking the rain from his wings.
She took a deep breath, bringing her temper under control. "Yes, thank you Merril." All of her skill with magic couldn't prevent her carriage from breaking an axle and getting stuck in the mud. Her particular specialty was in summoning and evocation. Combat magic. Not much help when it came to mending a broken part. The town hadn't looked all that far on the map, so she decided to walk. The rain started about fifteen minutes later.
"Where are we supposed to meet this paladin, anyway?" She asked. The outlying buildings of Oakshield were starting to emerge from the haze of the storm.
"Let's see." Merril reached into the pouch around his waist and pulled out a piece of parchment. "We should meet Sir Viktar at, ah." He held out the sodden sheet to her. "Sorry, Miss. The rain."
Kalinda took the sheet and sighed. The ink was irretrievably smeared. "It's alright, Merril. Not your fault." She'd only summoned the imp a few weeks ago, not much time for him to learn the ways of the world. "Let's see. We're supposed to meet him at the... something Bull. Sounds like a pub."
Merril pointed into the rainy gloom. "That looks like a bull, Miss."
Kalinda squinted towards the tavern sign. It looked like a bull's head, at least, wide spread horns and all. "Even if it isn't the right place, maybe they'll know where we need to go." There wasn't anyone else they could ask. The rain had driven everyone inside.
It wasn't exactly the sort of place Kalinda would've expected to meet a paladin of the Sun God. The pub, and its clientele, were on the decidedly grimy side. Even if the weather was nice and sunny she suspected that the pub would mostly be in the dark. The bartender fit the atmosphere, a skinny woman of middle years, her dishwater hair cut raggedly at her shoulders. A jagged scar ran up one sunken cheek and over an eye, a patch covering what must've been an empty socket.
Despite her academic accomplishments and deserved reputation for powerful magic, Kalinda felt very out of place. For a moment she wasn't a trained sorceress with the ability to turn this place and everyone in it into very fine piles of dust. She was a twenty year old girl, her pink dyed hair plastered to her scalp, robes soaked from the rain. But she was here to do a job, so she took a deep breath and approached the bar.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for Sir Viktar, paladin of the Sun God." She looked down at her parchment. "I'm supposed to meet him at the Bull, I suppose. If I'm not at the right place could-"
"Vik!" The bartender called out. "This one's here for you."
"Is she now?" A harsh voice asked. Kalinda turned to see the man she would be working with. He wasn't what she expected. Paladins, especially paladins of the Sun God, had a reputation for being clean cut, disciplined. This man was... not. He was tall, the shaved dome of his head well above Kalinda. His dark beard was in need of trimming, and his shirt was, if not filthy, at least in need of a wash. But he looked strong, his hands callused, and he carried himself with a certain swagger that spoke of confidence. He ignored Kalinda for a moment, slapping a coin down on the bar. "Give us another bottle, Mags. And another glass, I suppose." Then he turned to Kalinda. "So who are you, girl?"
Kalinda had a sudden burst of doubt. Surely this wasn't him. But, she thought, she didn't know how they did things so far out in the wilderness. Maybe this far from a city it was easier to go native. So she stood a little straighter and looked him in the eyes. "Sir, my name is Kalinda. The Sorcerer's Council has responded to your request for aid and given me a commission to assist you and your party."
"Hmm," Viktar grunted. "My party? We'll have a party with you, that's for sure." He picked up his bottle and glass. "Come on then. Let's introduce you."
As they followed Viktar back to his table, Merril leaned in. "Miss, something feels off about him."
"Shush, Merril. What do you know?"
Viktar's table was in a back corner, lit by the light from a nearby fireplace. The other member of their adventuring party was waiting for them, a woman. She was pretty, but looked tired, and her make-up was a bit garish, all rouged cheeks and blood red lips. She had a mass of curls dyed with henna. When Kalinda got close she saw that the woman was wearing a gray blouse so thin that her nipples were visible. A strange sort of get up for an adventurer, but maybe her working clothes provided more coverage.
"Afina, meet... What was your name again?" Viktar sat heavily in his chair. There were already two empty bottles in front of him, and two glasses. Viktar filled his from his new bottle, and then poured a small portion for Afina. He topped the third glass to the brim.
"Kalinda. Pleased to meet you." She sat and looked skeptically at her glass. Fumes were visibly wafting from the liquid.
"Kalinda. She's here to make us a party." Viktar gave her a smile and raised his glass. "Well go ahead girl, drink up." He tossed his glass back in a single gulp.
