"That's one," Brill said. She stood on the other side of the cage bars, smiling. "Only two more to go, Mira. Then our game will be complete."
Mira knelt on the cobbled floor of the jail cell. Her mind spun from the orgasm, and the foggy afterglow of her climax made it difficult to think. She had slipped up and accidentally came, but she tried her best to remain calm.
"We won't lose," she said, panting for breath. "We're all going to escape this dungeon together."
"Why leave this wonderful dungeon?" Brill stepped through the iron bars, turning into mist to phase through the cage. "Isn't this place worth dedicating ourselves to?"
She leaned down over Mira and placed a hand on her chin, tilting her face up. Mira could do little but stare up into the dark eyes of her former party member, and the sight sent a chill down her spine, yet the confident smirk on the former warrior's lips made her heart skip. Whether it was from fear or arousal, she no longer knew.
"Don't touch me, Brill." Mira pushed away her hand, cheeks burning. "I won't give in to temptation, not like you did."
"Really? But you're a third of the way there, you know?" Brill stepped back, and she nodded towards Mira's side. "Even if you leave this dungeon now, you'd already be seen as a demon."
Mira's short leather tail twitched reflexively as she felt Brill's attention on it. Her demon tail flicked from side to side nervously, and she swallowed a lump in her throat. Her new tail was oddly sensitive, and she could sense every twitch as the tail whipped from side to side.
"I'll find a priestess and get this curse lifted," Mira said. She raised one hand up to her head and touched the sprouting horns peeking out through her dark hair. "There has to be a way to reverse this transformation."
Combined with her new tail, the horns made her look like a demon. With each orgasm she had, the transformation would only grow more pronounced, but she was determined to resist. There was no way she would let herself turn into a demon; not like Brill did, at least.
"We'll see about that," Brill said. "Only two more strikes, and your transformation will be complete. After that, no priestess will be able to turn you back into a human."
-- Sophie's Perspective --
"Wren, let's talk about this..." Sophie said breathlessly.
Her pussy drooled a line of arousal down onto the forest floor, and she leaned back against a tree, barely able to support herself. Her knees shook after the half-dozen orgasms she experienced, yet she couldn't help herself. With each blissful climax, her body only felt better.
"There's nothing to talk about," Wren said, smiling up at her. Her fingers had a translucent appearance, and she pistoned them in and out of Sophie's cunt, sending tingles of pleasure out through her hips.
"Mnghhh..." Sophie moaned, eyes rolling up in her head. She tried to grab Wren's wrist, but it was futile. The small elf's body was no more solid than an apparition. Her dexterous fingers slipped through Sophie's guard to tease her pussy directly.
"Give in, Sophie. Once you succumb to these orgasms, you'll only feel better, you know?" Wren smiled up at her, and she slid her other hand up to Sophie's clit, massaging the sensitive button in circles.
"I'm weak there, please... Wren." Sophie took a shuddering gasp, and her hips bucked. However, despite her feverish cries of ecstasy, the ghost-like fingers only sped up, driving waves of pleasure through her lower half.
She felt her knees trembling, and her vision went white. With each swirl of the ghost-like fingers over her clit, she clenched down around Wren's fingers, and the pleasure spiked higher. There was no way she could resist, especially with how much the apparition looked like the real Wren.
"Come for me, Sophie." Wren looked up at her with a steadfast gaze, ordering her to orgasm.
Deep down, Sophie knew this wasn't the real Wren. Her real friend was much more sweet, caring, and tender. There was no way she would order her to come like this, especially when it meant losing part of her humanity. However, the waves of pleasure were undeniable.
"I'm coming!" Sophie shouted out, and her hips bucked one last time, clenching around the apparition's fingers. "Oh god, I'm coming..."
Waves of blissful ecstasy crashed through her hips like a shower of sparks. The pleasure tingled through every twitching muscle in her sex and thighs and melted out from her clit. With each stirring motion of Wren's fingers, the pleasure spiked to new heights and made Sophie's vision go white.
"Doesn't that feel better?" The imposter of Wren asked, smiling up at her. "Doesn't it feel good to orgasm?"
"You..." Sophie panted, trying to catch her breath. "You aren't the real Wren. You aren't real..."
"That's right. I'm no more than an illusion, Sophie, but my fingers still feel good, don't they?" The fake Wren smiled at her, and she began moving her fingers once more, sliding them in and out of her pussy with soft strokes.
"Mnghh..." A whimper escaped Sophie's lips, and she stared down at her sex with wide eyes.
The translucent appearance of Wren's body made it so nothing else interacted with her fingers. As she watched, her pussy drooled down onto the forest floor, dripping through Wren's hands in a lewd display. It was as if Wren's fingers were nothing but a figment of her imagination, yet the pleasure they brought was undeniable.
"Oh..." Sophie leaned back against the tree, and her mind went blank as a fresh orgasm built on the horizon. She could feel her body giving in to temptation, and every climax seemed to come faster than the last. If things continued at this pace, she wouldn't last for long.
(I have to escape...) Sophie thought to herself, and she tried shaking away the fog of pleasure clouding her mind. However, Wren's smile widened.
"Would you like to see what the real Wren is up to?" The fake Wren asked. "If you're so curious about her, I could show you what she's up to."
The words interrupted Sophie's train of thought, and her eyes snapped downwards, meeting the steadfast gaze of the illusionary Wren. "The real Wren?"
