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Heh, thank you, loyal readers, for giving me feedback on my previous piece. To address some of the points people made, since I can't really do it elsewhere (skip to the story if you're not interested): Yes, the first piece was basically plotless. I wrote it because it was a 'fapping piece' and story wasn't really the first thing on my mind. Nevertheless, one has developed, and you get to see a little more of the storyline in this part. I appreciate the ego boost (when I read the comments on my first piece I swear I felt my head expand a little) and would like to see more commentary on this piece. Incidentally, I do have a pre-set number of comments I want to get on this piece before I post any more (since one of the main reasons I'm submitting this is for commentary on my writing) so even if I do write more, which seems likely, it won't be posted unti that number is met. So tell your friends, and get them to read and comment as well. It will be appreciated. As always, if you have any questions/comments/critisisms and would like to hear my response to them, I can be reached at [email protected] Thank you for your time -Grayfield Lilien sighed as Shall'ia played with her now long hair. She'd always kept it short up until a brief time ago, when she had been a man. Apparently Hort liked long hair on his women, since the shortest any of them now had was shoulder length. And Lilien had the longest hair of them all. She just knew Hort wasn't going to let her shorten it, so she guessed she would have to get used to it. Just like she was going to have to get used to being a 'she', thinking of Lilien as her name, she already couldn't remember her old one and assumed Hort had used some kind of magic on her, and the fact that she seemed to be around to satisfy Hort's whims. The last one especially did not sit well with her. What was worse was how good the sex he had had with her had felt, and how she just knew she would come to enjoy it, even if she did hate Hort for what he had done to her. The fact that whatever it was growing in her new womb chose that precise moment to shift didn't help her mood at all. She glanced over to where Hort sat on his throne as Aryanne slowly positioned herself over his lap. Her back to Hort's chest, she delicately held his cock as he gently guided it to her moist pussy, gasping with pleasure as she slowly let it enter her and then gently lowered herself until she was sitting in Hort's lap, impaled by his thick cock. Hort reached around her front, taking a firm grip on her ample breasts with his hands and slowly kneading them, teasing Aryanne's nipples as he fondled her. Meanwhile she began shifting her smooth thighs up and down; slowly pumping herself on Hort's cock as she gasped her pleasure and her juices flowed gently down the hard organ she was impaling herself on. She slowly picked up her pace, her breast quivering in Hort's grasp as her gently folded wings began to quiver. She started constantly moaning her pleasure as she pumped away, raising her level of sexual climax with each and every stroke. It wasn't too long before she screamed in orgasm. Lilien watched as Hort's cock pulsed, shooting his load inside Aryanne as she pushed down onto him, voicing her ecstasy as she came in his lap. But she didn't stop there, continuing to bounce up and down in Hort's lap as she continued to milk his cock. It wasn't too long before her belly began to gently expand even as the soft flesh of her breasts presses out between Hort's grip. She began to squirt milk from her nipples as Hort teased them as she too now appeared in the later stages of pregnancy. So now it was a heavily pregnant, lactating winged aasimir that bounced in Hort's lap. Lilien watched astounded as Aryanne climaxed again, accompanied by another pulse from Hort's cock, Aryanne screamed her limit and leaned back into Hort's embrace as his still hard cock soaked in her pussy. After a little while, Lilien looked on incredulously as Aryanne's belly expanded slightly once more, making her appear even more heavily pregnant. After regaining her breath, Aryanne gently got to her feet, slowly sliding herself off Hort's cock. It came free with a wet popping noise as Aryanne stood, cradling her gravid belly with her arms as she waddled back towards the table. It was only at that point Lilien realised that she had an arm worked around her own swollen belly and worked down her panties and between her legs. As she hastily pulled her fingers out, they made a sound not unlike the one Hort's cock had made exiting Aryanne. Lilien blushed so hard she thought you might be able to fry eggs on her cheeks. She noticed that Aryanne had made her way back to the table and sat down where she was before, reattaching the milking device to her impressive breasts. Milk spurted from her nipples to fill the pumps as it was sucked away, but this time the size of her breasts did not diminish despite the constant flow of white fluid from them. She blushed, a small smile of contentment adorning her features as she settled into her sitting position. Lilien was then distracted by movement to her front, where she looked around just in time to see Shall'ia grab hold of her wrist, raising Lilien's hand to mouth and gently sucking her fingers clean. The other elf looked up into Lilien's eyes as she slowly sucked on her fingers, before sliding her lips off and licking them. "Mmm, you taste nice," the other elf drawled. Lilien briefly considered punching Shall'ia, but decided that attacking the brainwashed elf wasn't going to help her anyway. She merely wrenched her hand from the other elf's grip, glared death at her and looked at what had been done with her hair. Shall'ia pouted at being ignored. Two thin braids trailed down her front from in front of each ear, neatly tying her fringe away from her eyes. The bulk of her hair, however, was bound back with three golden rings, one at the nape of her neck, one just past her shoulder blades and one just before her hair ended, about level with her butt. A somewhat simple if still cute hairstyle, Lilien thought, even if the concentrated weight of all that hair pulling on the back of her head did feel a little weird when she swivelled it around, trying to get a better look. She just felt so... girly. Hort may not have made her his slave, but she certainly seemed to be acting like a girl. She sighed as she cradled her belly, Shall'ia losing interest in being ignored and wandering off to a nearby dresser that had appeared to play with her own hair. "Tifa, here girl." The dog-girl's ears pricked up at the mention of her name, her head jerking up from its resting position as she turned to look at Hort before smiling happily, getting to all fours and shuffling over to Hort's throne. Her cock shrank as she trotted over until she merely had six large breasts, dog ears and a tail to mark her out as 'exotic'. Once she reached the base of the throne she turned around and thrust her arse upwards, assuming a submissive ready position, the breasts in the normal position for a woman pressing into the ground as she leaned forward, offering her sex to Hort. Hort smiled to himself as he stood up and then positioned himself behind the waiting girl. Lilien didn't really want to see another of her former friends violated by that monster, so she turned away. Or at least, she tried to. Instead she found she couldn't move, and was forced to watch as Hort slowly entered Tifa from behind. He then firmly gripped her rounded thighs as he knelt behind her and firmly pressed his thick cock all the way into her wet pussy. Tifa whimpered with pleasure as Hort's cock pressed deeper inside her. Then using the leverage of his position he began to fuck her doggy-style. It didn't take Hort long to make Tifa start screaming her pleasure as he pumped in and out of her. She didn't shift her position as she was fucked but her whole body quivered with ecstasy. Lilien found the swaying of Tifa's extra breasts almost hypnotic as she watched her friend treated like a pet. She realised it wouldn't be too long before Tifa was pregnant too. Hort laughed as he thrust away at her. Tifa merely held herself in place, whimpers of pleasure punctuating every thrust into her quivering frame. It didn't take too long before Tifa climaxed, her pleasured call almost sounding like a howl as Hort pushed deep into her and held himself there as he shot his load deep inside her. He then stood, took a step back and sat down in his throne as the spent dog-girl collapsed to the ground, sexual fluids leaking from between her legs as she lay there, covered in sweat and panting. It wasn't too long, however, before her legs were lifted slightly off the ground as her belly expanded. Hort motioned lazily towards her and she became clean once more as she slowly got to her feet. Lilien stared at the way her last pair of breasts had been pushed to either side of her swollen belly, situated as they were at the top of her newest curves. "Thank you, Master!" the dog-girl chirped, in an entirely too enthusiastic and cheerful tone. Lilien winced at her words. She wasn't even Tifa, and she was embarrassed. Tifa then moved to the side of Hort's throne and crouched there, waiting like a good little bitch. "Just one to go for now..." Hort breathed in a chilling tone. Lilien looked around but was unable to spot Ssiliara. She heard Hort sigh. "It's not like you can hide from me in here." Lilien then heard a yelp from under the table as she saw Ssiliara's legs dragged into view as Hort sat on his throne, his chin propped on his hand as he smiled, watching the tiefling struggle. "Don't wanna be pregnant!" she yelled in protest. "Neither did your now-drow friend, little plaything. But I didn't let her desires stand in the way of my will either, now did I?" Ssiliara tried to grip the smooth floor as she was slowly dragged towards Hort. He seemed to be enjoying the way she struggled against him even as she inched closer. Her leather panties slid off her legs and flew to one side as she got closer. "Hey, I need those!" she cried in protest. "Not right now you don't." Hort's grin reminded Lilien of a cat about to pounce on a mouse it had already injured. Ssiliara was flipped into the air even as she was spun to face Hort and her legs were spread. She looked a little panicky. "It's not that I mind the sex, master, but..." She was cut off as she gasped in delight as she was thrust down onto Hort's waiting member. "Good." He reached out to hold her shoulders in place as he began lightly thrusting his hips, pushing his hard cock ever so slowly and slightly in and out of her. She moaned with pleasure and wiggled her arse as she settled more properly into Hort's lap, her previous hesitation seemingly forgotten. It wasn't long before she was bouncing happily in Hort's lap, her legs cast to either side of his throne as he stared at her softly jiggling, leather encased breasts. Lilien watched as Ssiliara happily fucked Hort and could feel herself getting horny again. So when Shall'ia started to soothingly massage her shoulders, it felt too good for her to object. As she watched Ssiliara milk Hort's cock with enthusiasm, she barely registered that Shall'ia was now massaging her breasts beneath her bra. And as Ssiliara screamed at her climax and Hort shot his load inside her, it didn't even occur to Lilien to resist as Shall'ia leant in for a passionate kiss. She instead marvelled at how nice their swollen bellies felt pressed against each other, how good it felt where their soft breasts pushed against each other and how nice kissing the other elf felt to her. It was only the sound of Hort's mocking laugh that brought her back to her senses, as she pushed the other elf away and glared at her, receiving a knowing smile in return. She looked back towards Hort just in time to see the swelling of Ssiliara's belly finish, pressing up against Hort's firm physique as she panted and seemed to regain her sense. She stared down at her pregnant belly. "Damn." She then eased herself off Hort and waddled exaggeratedly over to where her panties lay, showing off her shapely thighs and arse as she leant over to retrieve them. Hort merely lounged in his throne, appreciating the view. Ssiliara slipped the leather thong back up her legs and stalked off to the table, her back to Hort and her little bat wings flittering agitatedly as she sat down in a huff. "Ah, now that that's done with, I feel like a little servicing..." Hort looked over at Lilien, who automatically stood and began strutting over to him. "Oh no, hey, I did this earlier... Isn't it someone else's go?" She knelt before him, taking his moist yet firm member in her hand and lightly stroking it. "I mean, you've got plenty of willing sex-toys who would be perfectly happy to mphm.." she was cut off as she slid her cock-sucking lips down Hort's member. Her immediate thought was that Ssiliara tasted different to Shall'ia. There was more of a... spicy tang to her juices. And once she was done sucking off Ssiliara's flavour, an aftertaste lingered in her mouth as her head bobbed up and down in Hort's lap. It also annoyed her how much she was enjoying sucking cock. Apparently while he couldn't enslave her soul, he had no such problems with her body. She fumed silently as she continued to suck. Eventually, she started wanting him to cum in her mouth, both because of the warm, delicious taste of his cum and because it would mean she got to stop sucking his cock. But as time went on, Lilien thought that he was just using her for entertainment. She could hear various moans of feminine pleasure form behind her as she 'worked', and could hear Hort chuckling occasionally. Obviously he had done whatever he needed to do and was just passing time for now. And as much as she hated it, the longer she was giving head to Hort, the better she seemed to be getting at it. And the more she was enjoying it. She had always fantasized about blow-jobs as a guy, it had been her biggest fetish, and now Hort must be using some method to turn her obsession into... well, her obsession. "Oh, I do love how insightful you can be, little mortal." The fact that his words seemed to back up her theory did nothing for her temper. "The longer you stay as a female, the more feminine you will become. And the more you practice or participate in female things, the better you will become at them. Eventually you will come to accept your new role, even if you hate me for it. This outcome is most delicious to me, even if it wasn't what I'd originally planned. This is why I like humans. They're just so much... fun." Lilien could only moan angrily around the delicious cock in her mouth as she came to love the act of fellatio more and more. *** Lilien sighed as the cause of her latest pregnancy squirmed in her womb. She was trying to study what little magic Hort allowed her, but the physical distractions of her current stage of pregnancy were only making her task harder. It had been about two months since they had accidentally come here, she thought, and Hort hac been... busy in that time. They had all borne him a child, or in Aryanne's case twins, about two weeks after they had arrived. Childbirth had been an... interesting experience for Lilien. All their children were unique, and each was different. Not to mention they all seemed to reach maturity in three days, and were obviously faultlessly loyal to Hort. They were all also male, a fact which had somewhat surprised Lilien. Aryanne's twins were... creepy. They had been born thin and spindly, like an anorexic on his final days, but with a little muscle to their frame. They were completely hairless too. After they reached maturity, looking like thin, emaciated adults instead of creepy skeletal babies, they had donned robes which cast their feature in darkness, only their long fingered hands with the stretched, dry skin giving any clue to what lurked underneath. They seemed adept at magic, and Hort had them training to increase their mastery since their maturity. It only made them creepier. Ssiliara's son had an almost neglected feel about him. He almost hummed with internal power, but Hort didn't seem to have a use for him. Mostly Hort let him wander about, watching what the others were doing and not objecting if he tried to join in. He seemed a little, well, stupid. He even looked like a classic Neanderthal, sloping brow and knuckles dragging the floor and everything, except for the way he hummed with power. Given Hort's strange sense of humour, Lilien guessed he had some sort of purpose to fulfil. Tifa's son turned out to be some sort of shape shifting werewolf type. He was fairly handsome and muscular in his human form, with dark grey hair that fell to just below his neck and haunting, intelligent yellow eyes. Lilien found him attractive despite her best efforts to try and not think of his firm, muscular form. His were form was pretty much your standard hulking werewolf type, but he could also become a large wolf. He was getting combat training with a bit of magic thrown in on the side. Shall'ia's son was a lithe, effeminate elf. Lilien would have to say that he looked pretty much like what she thought any real bishounen would look like, and found herself girlishly attracted to his casual charisma. She hated that. He was getting stealth and acrobatics training, no doubt for use as some sort of spy or assassin for Hort. He talked very little and was already pretty quiet, so Lilien guessed he was perfect for the role. Her own son had grown into a tall, athletic demon. Or at least that was the best way to describe him. He stood just over eight feet tall, towering over his mother's five foot four. He had completely black skin and pointed ears and glowing red eyes, but any similarities to his mother ended there. He had digi-grade legs, and his hands and feet ended in claws instead of fingertips. Although he had no wings, he did have the ability to fly, probably from some inherent power. He seemed as casually sadistic as his father, and while he wasn't exactly pro-wrestler material, his body rippled with toned muscles and he had a predatory gait to his step. His dark blue hair, so dark it was almost black, was worn long and loose, and fell down to his waist. Strangely she didn't find herself horribly attracted to him as she did with Tifa and Shall'ia's sons; she guessed Hort wasn't in to incest. Her son wore full armour that seemed to accentuate his predatory nature, and was being taught a type of combat that incorporated his natural magic abilities with his obviously superior physical abilities. He was stronger and faster than he looked. Most of the time he fought stripped to the waist. Lilien was fairly sure it was because of the admiring looks he got from Shall'ia and Ssiliara. And the occasional nervous, sideways glance from Aryanne. He also seemed to be getting leadership and troop command training, and Hort seemed to expect more from him than is other Firstborns. Which is what he had called each of their first children. He had later told them they would all have the honour of naming themselves when they had chosen a title for themselves. For her part, Lilien was glad of how protective her son was of her. He obviously admired Hort more, but having an eight foot tall demonic son who seemed willing to protect her was one of the few good things to come from this whole incident. Hort, for his part, encouraged this attitude, smiling in that enigmatic way he always did when something amused him. Which was often these days. As for what the now female former-humans had been doing... Apart from Ssiliara, they were all being used as breeding bitches. Hort kept them all pregnant most of the time, and they gave birth to five or six children everyday. The routine usually went wake up with labour pains, give birth, relax for a few minutes, during which Lilien had the 'privilege' of getting breakfast by sucking Hort's cock until he 'fed' her, then getting fucked back into pregnancy by him shortly after that. All the children they had were mature, athletic men by the end of the day they were born. Ssiliara seemed to wander off amongst the pillars behind Hort's throne for most of the time, occasionally coming back to find entertainment and rest. The men were more scared of her attentions than of being made to spar with Lilien's son. There were even now large areas of space that weren't endless pillars. Hort created training grounds, libraries and barracks before his throne as he needed. Lilien didn't get to see much of that, however, since she was chained to Hort's throne by a metal collar around her neck. Something about him not wanting her to 'wander off'. She did at least get a comfortable bed and a small study area, even if Hort did make her ask the twins to bring her magic primers after he had informed her he would allow her to learn magic. And her son would often come to talk to her. It was comforting, if somewhat disturbing. Tifa seemed content to play with whatever was at hand, Shall'ia was getting used to being a sorceress (as well as enjoying getting to play female with Lilien, which in turn made Lilien better at applying make-up, choosing pretty or sexy clothing and generally being girly due to the effect Hort had put upon her) and delighting in being able to serve Hort in any way she could, especially when it involved sex. Aryanne mostly just sat there looking shy and pretty, and pretty much constantly being milked. Her milk seemed to make up the bulk of that consumed by the men. And of course, it wouldn't be complete without Hort's casual transformation of people. When he was displeased wit the performance of some of his children, he would change them. Some became magical arms and armour. Some became lingerie and other such feminine articles of clothing for Lilien and her 'sisters' (as Hort insisted they be called). Lilien always found it disturbing when she wore clothing that used to be men, and tried to do it as little as possible. Ssiliara revelled in torturing the men captive in their lacy prisons. Some of the men had been turned into various mounts. Horses, pegasi, griffons and eve odder mounts were transmuted from men. When he was particularly displeased with the performance of a man or his unit, he turned them into breeding stock for the male mounts of that kind. Being cruel and vindictive, Hort had explained to Lilien that while the male mounts were simply turned completely into animals, the female mounts were all too aware of what their failure had earned them even as they were mounted by their former brethren immediately after transformation. The various beasts also seemed to breed at an accelerated rate, which meant those unfortunate 'men' got constant reminders that they were failures in the eyes of their god. Of course, since Hort seemed to be after an army and quickly, many of his men were turned into women for their failures. The men seemed to fear this fate the most, since the women were large breasted, well-curved nymphomaniacs. There was even a harem building for them, where the men often went to relax after a day's hard work. While they seemed to fear being turned into one of them, they had no such qualms about them when it came to using them for sex. There was even some rivalry and competition between some units, where Hort would declare a contest between them, with the losers being turned into sexy young slave girls for the winning unit for a week. And, of course, breeding them to produce more soldiers for Hort's growing army. Hort had delighted at leading her by her chain through the harem building one day just so she could see all the horny young women performing various acts of sex in varying stages of pregnancy, some even nursing freshly born children. The fact that all of the women had formerly been men humiliatingly reminded her of her own captive status. Especially since some of them might be her children. It also reminded her that she was the only woman in this world of Hort's who actually objected being used as a sex toy and breeding female. Sometimes Hort would even be lenient and change some of the women back to men. Those units that had been changed long term as punishment always had increased performance if they were turned back. She was mostly learning that from talking with her son, who seemed perfectly fine with the whole situation he had been born to, but Hort seemed to want to keep her aware of the happenings in his domain for his own unfathomable reasons. At least he was generally cheerful most of the time. When he became upset at the perceived slow progress of certain things it was... unpleasant for all concerned. Lilien was still upset that she drank Hort's cum for breakfast lunch and dinner. When he had mockingly allowed her some normal food (she chose not to question where it had come from), she found that it did not taste anywhere near as good as she had gotten used to Hort's cum tasting, and had gagged at it's poor taste compared to the delight she had become used to. So, she was trapped as a female and used as a breeder for some seemingly all-powerful god in his own plane while he raised an army for some unknown purpose, and her children and friends all slavishly adored him. And to top it all off the only thing she could stomach the taste of was the cum of her oppressor, even if he did seem to delight in making sure she was well fed. And not only had she become somewhat of an expert at giving men oral sex, she was also now fascinated with it to the point she often even dreamed of giving Hort a blow job, as if having to suck him off three times each day wasn't bad enough. So there she was, trying to learn magic while being used for Hort's entertainment. Her progress so far had been, unsurprisingly, slow. If she could at least stop being pregnant, it would help her concentration. Giving birth had been a... new sensation. It hadn't hurt as much as she had expected, even when popping out six babies in quick succession, but she suspected that had more to do with Hort's interference than any concern for her well being. She had felt strangely satisfied nursing all her newborns in the few hours before they became too old for such things. And her figure was always firm and unchanged after she gave birth. Hort even made sure he was the only one who ever got to have any kind of sex with her, up to the point the only man who had tried to force himself on her so far was now enjoying giving birth to foals for a living. She winced as one of the babies kicked again. She wasn't going to get any more study done like this, and she was due in an hour anyway. So she started exercising instead. While Hort did seem to keep her body in perfect condition, she had never felt physically tired since getting here and didn't seem to need to eat or drink but did so mostly out of habit or because Hort made her, she found physical activity to be very relaxing. Her new body was also so much more fit and strong than her old one, even when pregnant, that she discovered she now actually liked actively using her body. Plus she had noticed that Hort liked to watch her stretch and it usually meant he didn't think up something for her to do that she enjoyed less. *** Lilien gasped as the waves of her first orgasm washed over her. Almost immediately after she had finished giving birth to her latest set of children, Hort had pulled her over to in front of his throne and erotically stripped her, so that by the time he ordered her to her hands and knees before him, she was already quite aroused. When he knelt behind her grabbed a firm hold of her rounded hips and thrust into her, she had called out with pleasure. She really hated to admit it to herself, but she loved being fucked doggy-style. It was something about her submissive pose and the way Hort's cock penetrated so deep into her that sent her pleasure receptors into overload. Not to mention that Hort also favoured this position with her, so she was getting quite good at having sex in this position. Hort also seemed to love the way she now favourably reacted to sex, especially when she was made to be submissive or humiliated, and her traitorous body made her enjoy it all the more since she knew her Master did. So there she was, on all fours and carefully thrusting her own hips in time with Hort's and moaning her satisfaction like the good little girl she felt herself inevitably becoming, when she saw her son approaching, leading twenty men who were looking quite nervous, and were clad only in short kilts. Most of them seemed to be staring lustfully at her as Hort had his way with her. They probably figured they couldn't be in worse trouble. Lilien glared back at them on the occasions she wasn't gasping as Hort pressed into her. Her son seemed to catch on to what was happening and cuffed those men who stared over the head. They stopped after that. Lilien felt Hort slow down into a more sustainable rhythm as the men were arranged before him. She felt a low warmth spread throughout her body as she matched his pace, unable to do anything other than try to pleasure him more. "Ah, you people should feel honoured." Hort began, his words punctuated by Lilien's occasional soft whimper as he was sliding back into her. "Instead of just being punished for your poor performance in training, you're going to be put to use. But first." Lilien gasped as Hort suddenly quickened his pace, pumping in and out of her in a sudden change of pace that had her orgasming within seconds. As he did so, the men began to change. Hips flared and waists contracted as legs took on a shapely curve and their body hair disappeared even as the hair on their heads lengthened. Expressions of shock and denial changed from rough and rugged to soft and cute. Without exception each of the new women grew large, perky breasts. Some of them blushed and tried to cover their nude torsos, others stood there in mute denial. Their kilts now erotically cut skirts that just managed to cover their crotch and draped appealingly over their wider, rounded hips. Lilien's son looked on in approval as Hort smiled at his handiwork. "Excellent. Much better." Lilien managed to contain her final scream behind pressed lips as Hort gave one last, firm thrust into her and came deep inside her. Exhausted, Lilien collapsed to the floor as Hort stood. "Bring the ladies with you." He said as he turned and started to walk off. "Come, Lilien." Seeing as how Lilien now found herself both clean and feeling rested, she knew better than to argue. She did manage to swing by her little alcove on the way past, a room in every respect but for the walls it lacked, and pick up a pair of plain white panties, some jeans and a white t-shirt. Hort had been fairly generous in generating her wardrobe, but it was all still tight, revealing or both regardless of what she chose. She got dressed as she walked, having gotten used to just how lithe and limber she was now. She sighed as the shirt pulled against her breasts. She didn't have a single item of clothing for her torso that didn't pinch, press, compact, arrange or display her breasts. And she hadn't spotted a bra on the way past, so she had had to go without. At least the shirt was tight enough to prevent her from jiggling too badly as she walked. She would kill for a loose shirt or sweatshirt. The fact that some of her clothing may have been a person once also didn't do too much for her mood. It was about then that she realised she wasn't pregnant again. This brightened her mood somewhat. The cramps and the pains and the distractions had really been getting to her. Not to mention the way all her children were immediately taken away. She felt kind of bad she wasn't more concerned about them, but for some reason she just wasn't. If she had to bet, she would put money on Hort messing with her head a little. But she figured that in the end she was better off without the emotional stress anyway. She had enough of that as it was. So there she was, following twenty nervous ex-men, a demon thing who happened to be her son and an insane god into the forest of pillars that went by in rows on all sides. She knew if she looked back now there would only be pillars behind her too. Hort had let her get lost a couple of times 'escaping' from him before he had just chained her full time to his throne. She had realised his point. Merely running away in here wasn't going to stop him from finding her. This was his place, and he could shape it to his whims. And everything in it, as she was evidence of. They had only been walking for a minute or two when they came into a clearing. Ssiliara was standing there. Given that Lilien hadn't seen her much, she was a little surprised to see her there. Given that whenever she did see her, Ssiliara inevitably teased her about her situation, she wasn't exactly thrilled to see her 'old friend'. But it did make her even more curious as to what exactly she had been doing for Hort all this time, out of sight... "The preparations are complete then?" Hort asked Ssiliara, breaking Lilien out of her musings as she started paying attention to the event occurring before her. Ssiliara nodded once. "Yes Lord. This is the location at which interference is weakest. I'm sure you can do it here." She looked rather pleased with herself. "Excellent." Hort pulled an ornate looking knife from one of his sleeves and tossed it to Ssiliara. She caught it easily, held out her free hand and drew the blade across her palm. She then squeezed her fist closed on the cut as she passed the knife back to Hort, where it disappeared up a sleeve again. She let her blood drip on the ground for a little while as Hort watched. "Now go retrieve your son while I get started here." Ssiliara nodded and bounced off, humming a little tune to herself. Lilien was reminded of just how creepy the horrid little tiefling could be. Although apparently she was about to find out just what Ssiliara's son had been made for. Hort conjured a throne up from the floor and sat down, gesturing at the line of girls whose skirts unclipped, fell to the floor and were absorbed into it. So now there were twenty nervous, naked, awkwardly shuffling girls in the clearing with her and Hort. Some of them gasped as they started to move, apparently because, from their expressions, they didn't really want to. Lilien would feel nervous too, in their position. Two of them walked to either side of the patch of blood, about ten metres apart, and stood there, struggling to move. They were soon joined by two more who simply clambered on top of them. After a while, as more women joined them in their little vertical lines, they started bending towards each other until it became obvious to Lilien they were being formed into some kind of arch, the apex of which was going to rest over the spill of Ssiliara's blood. Lilien thought the feat would look rather amusing, if it wasn't for the panicked expressions of those involved. This became augmented by small cries of alarm as the floor under the feet of the fist two girls bubbled and shifted a little until several, well, tentacles burst from the floor around their feet and slowly began worming their way up the protesting girls. They branched into several tendrils each as they slowly worked their way up and around the girls. Panicked calls came from those higher up as the first of the tentacles reached the tops of the girls' legs and they moaned lowly as they were penetrated both in front and behind by probing, phallic tentacle tips. The tentacles in question squirmed in a little deeper in both girls, setting up a rhythmic pumping motion as their mates continued to crawl upwards. Their protestations at this treatment were belied by the pleasured moans the tentacles were eliciting from them. Their ability to protest was further reduced when two tendrils reached their ample, round breasts, reared back slightly, developed sucker like mouths and with a small sucking sound clamped themselves over their aroused nipples. They pressed back and forth as they sucked on the girls' breasts, making them jiggle slightly as they worked the girls' nipples. They were definitely enjoying themselves more than they were protesting now. Their protests were muffled completely as phallus tipped tentacles made their way up to their pretty faces, past their full lips into their gasping mouths and then down their softly moaning throats as they began to suck gently on the object invading their mouths as they seemed to stop objecting to their treatment and instead start enjoying it. The tentacles squirmed higher still, wrapping around protesting girls as they lay fixed in their position at first denying what was occurring, then protesting at their treatment, then trying to suppress their moans as they were dual-penetrated, failing to suppress their mounting pleasure as their nipples became tended to and then becoming absorbed in their situation as the function of their oral cavity switched from output to input. Smaller tendrils snaked out around their bodies, caressing them gently as one by one the former men succumbed to the ministrations of the tentacles. When the last two girls were switched from objection to satisfaction, the tentacles met up in the centre of the arch, forming one long tendril that stretched over around and in every girl from first to last. The cries of protest had been replaced with the sounds of soft sucking and the wet sliding of tentacles that were obviously eliciting favourable responses from the girls they were now tending to. Lilien realised she was staring, mouth open, and that she was now very, very horny. As a guy, she had always been a bit of a fan of tentacle hentai. Apparently Hort hadn't tried to change that. She closed her mouth, but didn't stop watching. It was about that time that Ssiliara came back in from the forest of pillars, her ape-like son trailing slightly behind her. "Get him into the circle." Hort commanded. Lilien noticed that he had a hungry look in his eyes. She had never seen him look quite so eager before. Ssiliara nodded, smiled and led the simple creature until he stood over the pool of her own blood, surrounded by the ring of writhing females. She smiled at him, and he smiled back, seemingly happy it had done something right. She bent in to kiss him on the forehead, and the simple creature simple beamed with satisfaction. Ssiliara leaned back, and gasped as she caught the look of pure malice in the eyes of the tiefling. "Goodbye, nameless son." The ground around its feet had already bubbled up over them by the time a confused expression crossed its face. Lilien stared in sudden alarm as tentacles shot out from those writhing around the blissful women to wrap around its hands, hoisting them up above its head. The creature bleated in hurt and confusion, not understanding what was going on even as the power it contained began to crackle loudly. Lilien looked away, not wanting to see what occurred next. Hort seemed to notice her movement from the corner of his eye, for he turned her attention to her once more. "Ah yes, I had forgotten that I hadn't reprogrammed your psyche. A delicious reaction nevertheless." He smiled appreciatively as she simmered at his reaction to her distress. "But that is a good point; I don't want to psychologically damage you while I finish here. So we'll just have to think up something that will keep your face from turning towards the portal, won't we?" Lilien got a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Oh, yes, I daresay you can guess what's coming next. After all, it will only heighten my enjoyment of this moment. Lilien struggled every step of the way as she strutted over to Hort, kneeling before him even as his pants opened and his cock sprung to attention. She refused to give him words to twist as she delicately leant forward, moist lips parting shortly before softly pressing against Hort's already had cock. She tried very hard to ignore how much she enjoyed the taste of his cock as she slid down its length until her lips met his crotch and his impressive cock was lodged deep in her throat. As she began to bob her head in Hort's lap, she was distressed at the thought that came unbidden to her head as the poor creature behind her began to scream in pain; she was just glad that she didn't have to watch whatever was happening behind her instead. So as she knelt there and sucked away, trying to ignore the screams, she noticed that Hort seemed to be getting excited a lot faster than usual. He also only seemed to be sparing her just enough concentration to keep her on her tasks despite her attempts to pull away. She heard Ssiliara making soft noises of amusement from where she stood and watched whatever was happening, and cursed the cold bitch's name. Hort's excitement seemed to rise as the screams behind her reached fever pitch, and then his cum exploded down her throat as they were suddenly, terribly cut off. He stood suddenly, casting Lilien to one side. She grunted in pain as she hit the ground hard. "YES!" Hort howled loudly in triumph. Having bashed her jaw as well, Lilien could taste the coppery tang of blood in her mouth. She hoped she wasn't cut elsewhere; blood wasn't always easy to spot on her ebon skin. Hort was laughing in triumph, and Lilien could not repress her curiosity enough to avoid looking up to see why. Before her, the arch of females had transmuted, probing tentacles and all, to a solid bar of jet black obsidian, the faces of the girls locked into expressions of bliss. And inside the circle, dark red energies swirled, seeming to stretch into some tunnel carved through the space that held it, swirling in gory horror even as it seemed to distend to a point in the distance. Lilien could see that the surface of the portal was flat though, the impression of distance an optical illusion. She could occasionally see faces twist up from the 'surface' of the swirling tunnel. She did not see the faces of any of the men now trapped as the containing ring, but she was sure she saw the screaming face of Ssiliara's son at least once. She shuddered and turned away. "What is that... monstrosity?" Lilien dared to ask, watching Hort stare at it with glee. He turned to her, and unholy pleasure danced in his eyes. "That, my dear, is something I have been working on for quite some time now. Almost since I was trapped within my own realm in fact. That, my lovely little sylvan consort, is a way out. A portal to another plane. Release." He smiled in a hungry way, and Lilien tried not to shudder at his expression. It was her fault he was going to get out, she had cast that spell which had brought them here and given him the fuel he needed to escape. He turned his head to Ssiliara. "Go and fetch me the first soldier you come across. I need to make sure the portal is stable enough for travel, and that it has linked to the correct location." The tiefling, who looked far too smug herself, nodded happily and skipped of amongst the pillars that surrounded the portal. Hort turned back to observe his portal while Lilien took this chance to get into a sitting position and check herself for injury. She appeared to only be bruised apart from what was probably a curt lip. She briefly considered trying to sneak away, but Hort was still holding the chain that attached to the collar around her neck, so she thought she had better just be quiet and provide him with an audience for now. After a little while Ssiliara came back, soldier in tow. He was wearing a chain shirt , armoured leather pants and metal plated boots, and a sword was belted to his side. This soldier also looked nervous, and his apprehension only increased when he saw the portal. Hort turned to him and smiled as he approached. "Hello, loyal soldier. I have a task for you." The soldier dropped to one knee before Hort. "Command me, my Lord." He said, unable to keep his nervousness entirely from his voice. Hort's hand flicked a gesture towards the portal. "Go through the portal, observe where it links to then come back immediately." The soldier looked suddenly pale. "My Lord?" Lilien caught the flash of anger that passed across Hort's eyes. "Don't make me repeat myself. Go." There was no undertone of anger in his voice, but the low tones of menace sent shivers down Lilien's spine. The soldier snapped to his feet and saluted, a cold sweat breaking out on his features. "Yes my Lord! As you command!" He marched directly over to the portal after that. He hesitated before it. Hell, thought Lilien, I would be hesitant to step through a portal apparently made of a tunnel of swirling blood and screaming faces too. Then the soldier stepped through, not even a ripple on its surface marking his passage. Hort seemed entirely too calm waiting for the man to step back through the portal for someone who had been waiting so long for this, Lilien thought. She supposed he also got to practice patience. She was nervous, and she wasn't exactly sure why. A sense of anticipation hung in the air, and she couldn't help but be caught up in it as she sat there. So it was that she gasped with surprise when the soldier stepped back through the portal. Hort grinned in a predatory fashion. "Report." The soldier bowed his head respectfully as he made his report. "The other end of the portal rests in a large cave, Lord. It appears to branch off into a network of tunnels. There was a faint smell of sulphur and brimstone in the air. I saw no other living things present, Lord." Hort smiled to himself in a satisfied manner. "Precisely on target then. Excellent." He turned to Ssiliara. "Assemble your team for the next stage. We proceed with the plan at once. Make sure Lilien's son knows that he is to choose a name as soon as possible. Go." Ssiliara nodded once than rushed off to do whatever it was she needed to. Hort then looked to the soldier in front of him. Lilien caught the amused gleam in his eyes, and felt sorry for the poor man. "You have served me well in this instance." The soldier remained standing at attention, head bowed. "Thank you, Lord." "Which means that I will consider lessening the duration of your punishment for both questioning my orders and hesitating to carry them out." The soldier's head whipped up, his eyes widening with alarm. Lilien couldn't truly say she hadn't seen this coming. Still, better him than her. Before the soldier could voice a protest he gasped as he began to change. His limbs smoothed as he shrank, his body hair becoming more delicate as his skin became smoother. His practical leather pants turned black, smooth and figure hugging, revealing how feminine and sexy his legs had already become even as they shrank up his legs. His hips flared and rounded as his feet became dainty and encased in six inch stiletto heels instead of combat boots. His waist pulled in as his torso assumed a feminine configuration, his chain shirt also shrinking, as his smooth blonde hair lengthened to mid-back. His face shifted to one of breathtaking feminine beauty as his crotch flattened and his leather pants shrunk to their final configuration of a very brief leather g-string. Either she shaved or didn't have pubic hair at all Lilien observed as the straps settled around the girl's curved hips and between her well rounded arse cheeks. Finally, after her chain mail shirt had become a chain mail bikini, her breasts curved, plumped and rounded into existence. Lilien stared at the perfectly perky breasts that strained against their confinement, revealing a luscious valley of cleavage where they met. Lilien felt an inadvertent twinge of jealousy that this girl's breasts were bigger than hers before she shook the thought from her head. The former man smiled enticingly at Hort as her well manicured hands started to slip off her g-string. It dropped to the floor and she stepped one foot out of it so that it hung from the ankle of the other look as Hort looked appreciatively at his handiwork. The new girl then turned around and bent over, leaning her arms against a pillar of the portal for support as her round breasts jiggled into position and she spread her legs slightly to allow easy access to her already moist pussy. Hort's cock was already unleashed and ready as he griped her soft thighs and began teasing her entrance with the tip of his hard cock. She gasped delightedly as he toyed with her and then let out a long, low moan as Hort slowly slid his entire length into her. Lilien found herself getting frustratingly horny as Hort pumped away at the former soldier, who for her part thrust back delightedly onto Hort's cock as he reached up and under her bikini to fondle her breasts. This caused Lilien to notice her own nipples were pressing tightly against the fabric of her shirt, and she embarrassedly covered them with her arm. Hort just continued to pump his thick cock in and out of the appreciative girl in front of him as her passion continued to rise. It certainly didn't help Lilien's mood that she wished she was there instead of that poor former soldier. Yes, she hated Hort but she had grudgingly admitted to herself a while ago that sex as a female elf did feel incredibly good, and she should try and enjoy herself as much as she could. Besides, she was sure Hort delighted more in her when she objected to sex, since he seemed to like to humiliate her, which is why he switched to oral sex in preference. Sure, he had made it taste nice but she still hated to have to fellate anyone. She watched as the delighted former male climaxed under Hort's ministrations and she watched as he in turn came into her. She collapsed, satisfied, as Hort wandered over to Lilien. She glared at him as he made her suck his cock clean, but then put it away without making her do anything further. Lilien then watched, unsurprised, as the girl moaned lightly with pleasure as her belly slowly expanded into pregnancy. Suddenly clean, the girls stood while pulling her brief g-string back up her legs. She looked annoyingly pleased with herself as she supported her gravid belly. Hort turned to Lilien. "Take her to the harem building, then go straight to your magical studies. I'm not going to make you pregnant again unless your progress is... unsatisfactory. I will be busier now that I have a way out of here establishing footholds and rebuilding a power base, and I would prefer that you are competent enough to participate in the rebuilding of my empire rather than just being some pretty thing I use for sex. Oh, and any attempt to escape shall be met with... disapproval." It wasn't just the way he said it, but the sudden look in his eyes that made Lilien think it would be best to do what he said. At least for now. She swallowed nervously under his powerful gaze. "But for a while, you may consider your time your own. I may call on you every now and then, but I have been planning this for quite some time, and certain aspects I wish to oversee personally. Feel free to explore my realm, but any attempt to leave it will be met with punishment. Decide to serve me, and serve me well, and you shall be rewarded. Haha, as long as you don't want me to change that delightful body of yours, that is." Lilien scowled. "Well, of you go dearie. Take the girl with you." And Hort's face took on a look of dark anticipation. Lilien was genuinely scared at the sudden expression on Hort's face, but glad she was not the target. "I have plans to unleash."