"Ughhh.." John groaned, blinking his eyes open to check on Jane, who was lying right beside him and also looking around, orienting herself. It felt like he had just come out of a deep sleep, only he knew they had apparently traveled through some kind of magical portal just moments before. "Where are we?"
"Well you're in the Temple of Love, of course!" the goddess replied, gesturing for them to look around..
It appeared John and Jane had been transported to the middle of some dark cathedral-looking structure
"It is here where your first Trial shall take place," the goddess stated ominously.
Suddenly, both John and Jane's bodies were lifted by some magical force and carried to the very center of the temple. John was placed on an altar of sorts, and Jane was placed not on the altar, but upright standing beside him at his head.
"What are you doing?!" John demanded. "Why can't I move my body?"
But the goddess neglected to reply. Instead, she chanted a spell in a low monotone voice, and some type of pink glowing sphere was conjured up between her outstretched hands, which she then shot over at John, and which eventually enveloped his entire body in a pink cloudy mist.
John coughed, "What- *cough* -what are you doing to me?"
This time the goddess did respond, walking slowly to stand by his side, "Oh, John." Unbeknownst to him, she had just bewitched him with a quick-acting, powerful, sensation-enriching, arousal-inducing spell. John could feel something taking place in his body, a feverish heat in his face, an excitement in his gut, a sensual relaxing of his body... and an engorging of his cock.
"So.." the goddess began. "What does John desire most, in his heart of hearts?"
A strange pulling sensation in the back of John's skull seized his head as if it were suddenly being pulled by a magnet. John looked at Jane with concern, wondering whether or not he had carelessly put her in danger.
"My, my.. You
are
quite in love with her aren't you?"
Slowly before both their eyes, every physical feature of the goddess began to gradually shift and merge into.. a nearly exact copy of Jane. In fact, it was difficult for either John or Jane to tell exactly what was different, but the goddess knew- she had transformed into a perfectly symmetrical, optimally fit (in John's eyes) version of Jane. Her pubic hair - or mostly lack thereof - was exactly as John liked it. She smelled of John's favorite fragrance, and her tits were slightly larger, yet somehow just as perky.
Both Jane and John could do nothing but stare, neither of them were even aware of the candles and lighting the goddess had also conjured around them to perfectly accentuate the illusion.
"Well, well," the goddess said, noticing the bulge in John's trousers and running her hand along the inside of his thigh. "Either my spells are working much faster than usual or you
really
like what you see..."
For a second, John forgot about Jane - the real Jane. He couldn't stop devouring every detail of the goddess' illusion of Jane with his eyes.
"And time is of the essence!" the goddess continued, raising both hands over John. "And so, your first Trial commences."
John's clothes, then began to simply.. disappear. First his shirt, then his pants, and eventually - instantly - his boxer briefs, causing his dick to spring free and proud, pointing straight up at the ceiling.
"Oh!" the goddess exclaimed softly, smiling at Jane. "You're a lucky one.. That's a decent sized cock."
