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Greetings once more. Welcome to the third part pf my story. While I do appreciate the fact that people have actually bothered to at least post some sort of commentary to my stories so far, I have yet to reach my rather lofty (it would seem) goals in terms of numbers... I'm also keen to actually get some discussion on my work going, but don't really want to start something without actually getting other people to participate in it... AS such, there is a post I put to a forum a while ago in a (as it turned out) somewhat vain effort to generate a bit more commentary on my work, but that didn't work out... So, if people want to see another part to this story of mine submited to Fictionmania, I want to see that peole are eager enough that someone starts up a thread on a forum somewhere (it doesn't really bother me where, as long as it's a place that doesn't mind discussion about things contained within my writing already...) and then provide a link for others to join in. I'd do it myself, but as I said I'd like to know someone else out there is interested enough in my writings to go through the effort of actually doing it themselves. Needless to say, I will post responses to anything written in such a thread. You have to understand that from my point of view if no-one is interested enough in my stories to do even that, I'm not inspired enough to post my work to the internet if I don't get sufficient feedback and commentary. Regardless, I would like to take the time to say thank you to those who have provided feedback, and if you do have any questions about my work I can be reached at [email protected] Thank you for your time. -Grayfield. Lilien sighed and stretched, finally finished with the latest tome. She had gotten used to the way her body now moved a little while ago even if she hadn't gotten used to the way men stared at her as she slinked past them yet. If anything her acquired familiarity with her female form had made her movements all the more sexy for that added sense of confidence in her movements. But since these days she could blast those who stared too intently with eldritch energies, most of the men tended to give her a wide berth. She had once gotten so irritated at the cat-calls she had received she had blasted the offending man with a lightning bolt which had promptly reduced him to a pair of smoking boots. She had expected Hort to punish her for this, but instead he had encouraged her to indulge in more 'target practice'. So the men tended to look but not comment until they thought she was out of earshot. Of course, elven hearing is pretty sensitive, so she still caught the occasional comment about her 'luscious form'. Still, she actually preferred not to kill anyone if she could avoid it, so she tended to use the more embarrassing of her repertoire of spells. Once she had gotten used to the fact that she could move around the camps without being overly harassed by the men, she had set out to find what had become of her friends. Ssiliara was nowhere to be found, and she hadn't seen her since the portal had been opened. Tifa could be found in the harem, having sex with anything that stood still long enough to be caught. Lilien had tried to talk to her once, and had barely escaped the encounter with the amorous dog-girl with her dignity intact. She had even caught the occasional comment from the soldiers that whenever they were in the harem they tried to avoid Tifa, since she was sure to wear them out whether they were male or female. Lilien had found the fact that the soldiers had gained such acceptance of the fact that occasionally they were turned into women and used to breed more soldiers slightly disturbing. Aryanne could generally be found in the stables. The poor girl really did have a problem with how much milk she produced, and was strapped to her little milking machine more often than the soldiers who were currently cows. Which, from the sounds she made while she was milked, didn't bother her one bit. The big problem was that the demure aasimir wasn't much of a conversationalist. She tended to merely bow her head and nod her head in agreement with whatever you said. Plus the men were a lot more free with her attentions than Lilien's, and she knew better than to let Hort hear about how she had dared to stop his men enjoying themselves. So she avoided her old friend for now. Shall'ia was another story entirely. The other elf was, if anything, far more intelligent than she had been before. The sorceress' views on the nature of magic had greatly aided Lilien's own studies. She did seem to recall her former life, but no longer cared for her previous existence, as was evidenced by the fact that she constantly spent quality time with Hort, Lilien's son and Tifa's son. She didn't seem to have an attraction to her own son, and admitted to Lilien that she also thought the twins were a little too creepy. But of all of them she favoured Lilien's son the most. She cried out the loudest when fucked by him and serviced him with other parts of her body more often than she did even Hort. Which Hort didn't seem to mind. Hort was often far too preoccupied for diversions these days anyway. He would sometimes have Lilien suck his cock while he discussed invasion strategies with people behind her back, but mostly seemed content to let her do her own thing. Lilien did think if she didn't at least get to talk to Shall'ia she would be starting to go mad. Once they had established the fact that she wasn't interested in having sex with them they had lost interest in anything other than ogling her. Especially since the one man who had tried to force himself on her had been killed by Hort in a most... imaginative manner. She still occasionally had nightmares about it. It was also the first time Hort had actually killed someone, so the men had got the message. They couldn't touch, but they could look all they wanted. Which they constantly did. Typical men. So she was a little surprised when someone slipped their hands under her flimsy silken top and started softly squeezing her breasts. She gave an involuntary yelp of pleasure before she attempted to deal with her harasser... only to discover it was the other elf, a mischievous grin in her face. "You shouldn't leave yourself so open like that my dear," Shall'ia whispered in her ear as she squeezed a little harder. Lilien fought to keep an angry expression against the pleasured feelings running through her. Hort had made her way too sensitive, dammit! "It makes it far too easy to take advantage of you." "Do you have to do that?" Lilien glanced towards her captured bust and then stared venomously at Shall'ia again. Shall'ia just smiled. "I don't see you making any move to stop me. Your arms are still above your head from your stretch, after all." Lilien lowered her arms to her sides, her face heating. "Ooh it is so cute when you blush." The comment just made her blush harder, but she still made no move to stop what the other elf was doing. She really was getting used to 'life' here. It kind of disturbed her. "Do you have some relevant reason for disturbing me?" Lilien was trying to keep her expression angry, but since Shall'ia had moved to playing with her nipples while she massaged her breasts it was getting harder. Shall'ia gave her a mock pout. "Do I really need a reason to visit my best friend?" Lilien did have to concede that Shall'ia was her only real friend left, even if she was an irredeemable slut. Lilien then gasped as Shall'ia pressed her warm body against her back. She felt the other elf's excitement pressing into her through Shall'ia's own flimsy silken top even as the other elf had one hand stray from her breast and travel slowly down her stomach. "I thought we could play for a little while..." Shall'ia whispered huskily in her ear. Lilien felt her legs part a little as Shall'ia's hand pressed under her brief silken skirt and then beneath the brief covering of her g-string. "I'd really like to continue my stu-aaahn!" Her words were interrupted as Shalli'a delicately licked the top edge of her ear at the same time as her delicate and skilled fingers went to work. Lilien composed herself after the initial rush of sensation. "... studies." Her breathing became quicker and heavier as Shall'ia continued to play with her as she was unable to actually bring herself to stop the other elf. "Well that's too bad... Lord Hort asked me to bring you to him." And just as suddenly as Shall'ia had started she stopped, extracting herself from the panting drow. "Hey! What's the big idea? You're not finished here!" Lilien swung around in her seat to pout at the alabaster elf. Shall'ia smiled at Lilien's reaction. "Oh, I'm all for playing for a little bit longer... as long as you take responsibility with Lord Hort for being late." Lilien scowled, stood, and readjusted her clothing so that it didn't look so dishevelled. "Let's go." Lilien was still frustratingly horny after Shall'ia's attentions, but she knew better than to give Hort an excuse to punish her. Besides, as long as she followed the lithe elf she could appreciate how her hips swayed as she walked and the way her tight leather pants nicely showed off her rounded butt and shapely legs. Not to mention how the edges of her breasts could be seen to bounce gently under the brief silken tank top that wasn't so much covering her upper chest as it was draped over it. Lilien wondered how the woman walked around without a bra when her breast were as large as that. It always made her sore when she went without support for a day. Lilien sighed. At least she still appreciated the female form, even if she had a very fine one herself now. It was an annoyingly complicated situation. "Ah, there you two are. Just in time." Lilien bristled. At least, despite all the changes in her life, she still hated Hort. "Come, sit before me. The show is about to begin." Hort stared appreciatively at them both as they sauntered over to his throne. Lilien glared her dislike the whole way over, but this just made him grin. Her state of arousal didn't help matters; it made her think whether Hort had simply asked Shall'ia to do that to her right before he brought her here. Hort looked right at her as she sat down beside her throne as Shall'ia draped herself over the opposite side. She opened her mouth to voice her objections but Hort cut her off. "Not one word from you during this." His expression of warning made her gulp in fear. "A single one and I will think up some new sort of punishment for you. Understand?" Lilien just nodded in response. Hort smiled happily, and she felt a small amount of her fear fade away. "Good girl." To be replaced by her customary anger. Hort leaned back then in his throne and out into the pillars around it. Lilien looked out to see what he was looking for as she caught movement in the near distance. Ssiliara stepped into sight, leading a figure in shining armour. He stood perhaps slightly over six feet tall, and from the look of his heavy plate armour was fairly well muscled, but not overly huge. The armour was made from a shiny silver substance traced with gold and articulated perfectly to give an emphasis to the man's powerful strides. It was obviously masterwork armour, and had the faint glow of enchantment to Lilien's eyes. Aside from his armour the man also had a sword at his hip which looked simple yet functional, even if it too looked forged from precious metals, and also had the faint glow of magic about it. He also had his wrists bound together by a pair of manacles. His hair was a straw blonde cut short, and his piercing blue eyes were the colour of the clear blue sky during the height of summer. Combined with the noble and handsome cut of his face and the strength evident in his confidant frame, Lilien was aware of her state of arousal getting worse. She whimpered a little and tried not to squirm, well aware Hort would enjoy it if she did. "Ah, Mr. Lighthome. So good of you to join us. I trust you have been treated well?" Lilien rolled her eyes. Hort was so fond of his theatrics. Lighthome spat on the floor before Hort. "The filthy tiefling has made sure I'm not too uncomfortable in chains, if that's what you mean. At least she kept her unclean hands off me. Are you her lord? Is this your realm? By the Infernal/Celestine treaty, I demand..." Lighthome stopped when Hort lazily raised his hand foe silence. Sparing a glance at his face, Lilien understood why. The look of sadistic amusement on his face would have given her pause too. "I'm afraid that treaty was formed after my banishment, Mr. Lighthome. While I am well aware of it's terms, specifically with regards to the treatment of paladins, I am afraid it does not apply here." Lighthome bristled at Hort's words. "I think you'll find that it does. Provisos were made for demon lords not currently in contact with the infernal realm or as yet unborn. If you check section four of the opening statement it clearly says that..." Lighthome gained an angry expression as he was cut off by a gesture from Hort once more. "I think you misunderstand, Mr. Lighthome. The treaty doesn't apply to me because I'm not a demon lord. I'm a god." Lighthome looked confused. "That's impossible. I know of all the gods in the Realm, and you aren't any of them. Your Gate was in an unknown location, your realm is of an unknown configuration and your default appearance, if that is indeed your chosen primary form, is not that of any of the recognised gods." Hort chuckled his amusement. Lilien started to worry for poor Mr. Lighthome. He was the first outsider she had ever seen in here, apart from herself and her friends. "Perhaps you had best turn to your lessons of ancient history then, Mr. Lighthome. As I said, I have been banished from my home plane to my own realm for quite some time now. You should have heard of me. I'm Hort, god of Change." The colour drained from Lighthome's face. "No..." Hort smiled satisfactorily as two of his soldiers stepped from amongst the pillars and approached to stand either side of Lighthome as Ssiliara stepped back from him a little. "Before I made my presence and my... displeasure... known to the world at large, I needed one last element to stop the others from sweeping my army from the Planes with their divine might. I needed a way to re-establish my link to the divine pantheon. Since I was never really fond of Lawgiver, I had my pet Ssiliara," Ssiliara looked uncomfortable at the use of the word 'pet', and Lilien chuckled quietly at her reaction, "bring me one of his paladins. You see, every paladin has a divine link to his, or her, patron. I needed yours so I could complete the final stages of my return. And begin my revenge." Lighthome composed himself from his expression of shock. "Well, you're out of luck then. I would never give you such a thing even if I knew how, nor allow you to take it." Lilien felt the room cool several degrees from the predatory grin that Hort sported in response to Lighthome's words. "My dear Mr. Lighthome. I need neither your permission nor your compliance. Hort reached down into the side of his throne and withdrew a crystal ball that shone with a brilliant white radiance. It had a calm, reassuring aura to it, and all present seemed drawn to its warm glow, with the exception of Ssiliara, who reacted as if the light was burning her. "I took this from you the second you stepped into my realm. Thank you for your help, but I'm afraid I have to use this now so you won't be getting it back." "NO!" Lighthome made as if to charge Hort, but an unseen force drove into his stomach and he dropped to his knees. The room filled briefly with light and Hort sighed with a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction. Then the room returned to normal, all eyes drawn to an empty crystal ball as it fell to the floor in front of Hort's throne and rolled to one side. *** In a hall of effigies on a different plane, something stirred that had not stirred for quite some time. A closed eye surrounded by tendrils shivered and gained colour, seemingly restored to flesh as the tendrils began swimming around the central eye in a manner that would hurt the eyes of a mortal to look at. Finally, the central eye opened once more, it's colour a perfect match for that of Hort's own cruel eyes. *** Hort cricked his neck and stretched in his throne as he luxuriated in the feeling of restored information as he was reconnected to the divine network. Careful not to betray his presence, he started to gather information he had not yet learned through his spies, in preparation for the inevitable discovery of his return. 'It all starts now...' he thought. He then brought his attentions back to his personal presence as his higher functions roused themselves from their long slumber of inactivity. "Ah, yes. Much better. Don't worry; I'm sure that as soon as Lawgiver becomes aware of your predicament he'll forge a new link to you." Lighthome strained to rise, held down by unseen hands. "You bastard! I'll see that you pay for this!" Hort just smiled dreamily as he basked in his restored abilities. "It took outside help for them to stop me last time, Mr. Lighthome. I'm taking steps to make sure it won't be so easy this time. Certainly not before I've had some measure of revenge. Anyway, you're almost free to go." Lighthome stopped struggling, but still seethed with anger. "Almost? What further humiliation do you plan to heap on me?" Lilien winced as Hort smiled like a cat staring at a bird with a broken wing. He just had to put his foot in that one, didn't he? Lilien felt kind of sorry for the poor man. "I'm so glad you asked, Mr. Lighthome." Lighthome grunted as Lilien heard the sounds of metal scraping over metal. As she watched, his armour started to flow and change. The style remained the same, but it was becoming much... briefer. The manacles fell from his wrists as the armour on his arms and hands changed to a pair of vambraces. The chest plate shrunk and rearranged so that it left his shoulders exposed, except for brief shoulder pads and left him with an exposed midriff even as the neckline dipped. The leg armour shrank down to end over his knees as boots as they gained four inch heels. And the armour around his waist became distinctly skirt-like, and very short at that, as a very fine chain mail mesh flowed down over his exposed thighs. He looked pretty ridiculous in the armour, until his form started shifting too. The taut muscles of his belly softened as his waist contracted and his hips widened until his rugged masculine physique became a soft feminine one. His butt rounded as his thighs smoothed under the chain mail, which switched to chain mail stockings held up by a garter belt as his legs became smoothly rounded female legs in his, or rather her now Lilien guessed, heeled armoured boots which, along with the armoured skirt that couldn't be more than two inches longer down her legs than if it was a pair of underwear, helpfully emphasized the luscious feminine curves of a woman at the peak of her sexual maturity. Her arms had shifted with her legs, and were now soft and smoothly feminine, although her hands still sported the short nails and calluses of a warrior despite being much daintier than before. Her hair then lengthened even as it wove itself into a braid which reached down to the small of her back. Her face shifted from ruggedly handsome to softly beautiful. She was still very attractive as a girl, but Lilien was a little surprised her face looked more like that of a sister to the man she had formerly been rather than the visage of a sultry nymphomaniac. Then her armour creaked once more as her breasts grew in. It curved outwards as it was filled, then rounded and finally strained to contain its contents as Lighthome moaned in a mixture of confusion and pleasure. Lilien stared at the cleavage of the soft flesh that slightly overflowed its containment with amazement. Each of those things was bigger than the poor girl's head, and easily doubled the depth of her torso while restrained, not to mention several inches overhang on either side, half obscuring her arms. Lilien just hoped the new woman's armour was supporting those monsters as well as it looked like it did, or else she was going to get really uncomfortable. Lighthome leant back on her knees, panting and covered in sweat from her transformation as her generously displayed cleavage jiggled slightly with the heaving of her chest. Hort smiled. "And now the fun part..." Lighthome had a dazed look in her eyes as she stood and then slowly bent over, her skirt shifting upwards to reveal the taut white panties that covered her new womanhood even as her generous bosom strained against its holdings. Lilien did have to admit that it was a remarkably good view. Focus began to return to Lighthome's eyes as she reached back and slowly began to peel her moistened panties over her rounded arse and down her smooth thighs. As she shifted her stance slightly so that her legs parted to provide easy access to her freshly exposed pussy and her hands released her panties as they reached her knees a light of defiance and anger entered her eyes. When she opened her mouth to speak however, Lilien was a little surprised. "Lighthome sooo horny!" But not, apparently, as surprised as the girl who had just said it herself. Rage burning in her eyes, the otherwise sexily posed girl tried again. "Lighthome need good fucking! Lighthome has been too stiff and proper 'till now and needs a proper fucking to set her karma right!" She wiggled her inviting rear at the guards behind her, looking over her shoulder and pouting sexily even as anger lit her eyes. "Could one of you two handsome men do Lighthome a favour and slip your long, hard cock in Lighthome's waiting pussy and fuck her until she has learnt her place?" The two guards exchanged leers before one of them started walking towards Lighthome. She braced her hands on her knees as he unbuckled the armour at his crotch, his already erect and fairly impressive cock bouncing free of its restraints as he took up position behind Lighthome. He then placed his hands on her armoured thighs as he rubbed his cock against her moist opening. "Yes! Please fuck Lighthome! Lighthome needs to be taught a lesson!" With a grin and a sudden thrust, the guard entered her. For a brief moment, Lilien saw her eyes reflect confused pleasure before they went back to their angry countenance. If anything she seemed even more enraged now as the guard began to slowly thrust back and forth inside her. Her body, however, did not match her eyes, enthusiastically returning the motions of the guard as she made little noises of satisfaction with every thrust. "Lighthome is a good little slut! Please keep fucking her! Lighthome loves the feeling of your cock inside her! Please fuck Lighthome harder!" Lilien was under the distinct impression Hort was making her say the exact opposite of what she was actually feeling. It was at this point that the second guard moved around to her front, releasing his own impressive cock from its confines. But instead of saying anything Lighthome merely opened her mouth wide as she panted with sexual pleasure, presenting her tongue as a platform for the shaft that was slowly slid into her mouth as she gently rocked herself back and forth between the two men now impaling her. Her cheeks depressed as she began sucking in earnest upon the cock that was sliding back and forth in her mouth and down her throat. Lilien was distracted at that point by a wet sucking sound coming from her side, turning to look almost instinctively and realising too late she already knew what it was... Sure enough, Shall'ia was kneeling between Hort's legs as he sat on his throne, her head bobbing up and down in his lap as her luscious lips travelled the length of his moistened cock. Lilien quickly looked away, blushing, as she realised just how horny this situation was making her and hating that. Hort, having noticed her movements, merely smiled as he enjoyed his blowjob while he watched the righteous, former-man paladin being humiliated. It was a good day. "I don't particularly care which spectacle you watch, Lilien dear, but do watch one of them. I made sure you would be present for the entertainment, so one way or another I'm going to make sure you're entertained..." Lilien swung her head around to give a glare of hatred to Hort which he responded to with one of his trademark smirks. Unable to watch her formerly male friend acting like such a slut, she settled for watching the poor man being humiliated in front of her. Not that she enjoyed that either, but she didn't particularly want to be 'punished' by Hort. Her body was already reacting enough to the scene before her that she didn't want to make it worse by having someone pay attention to her as well. She tried not to squirm too much as her body reacted to the sights and sounds around her. Now that she had her eyes closed, no doubt because Hort felt her glares detracted from his enjoyment of the scene for some reason, it was almost impossible to tell the girl servicing the two men she swung between wasn't really enjoying her situation. Even the noises she was making around the thick member in her mouth only belied the impression that she was thoroughly enjoying herself. And the way her whole body shivered every time she thrust back onto the cock pressing into her from behind was definitely the reaction of a woman riding the waves of orgasm. Having been in such a situation herself, even though it was only Hort doing her, gave Lilien a certain amount of sympathy for the poor woman. After all, she knew from experience exactly how good it felt when Hort keyed your body for sex and then made you enjoy it physically, even if you loathed the idea. The weirdest part for Lilien had been eventually getting used to being a female and doing... those kinds of things with Hort. Even if she still hated Hort for what he was doing to her, she could no longer deny to herself that she was enjoying it, had even become relaxed about her situation. And she got to learn magic, which was a bonus. The thing that was beginning to grate on her the most was her slavery. Lilien blinked out of her ruminations as she noticed both men were about to climax. After all, she thought bitterly, what use is a sex slave who can't instantly gauge the mood of her partner? Both men pressed firmly into the enthusiastic paladin as they came, and Lilien watched her throat flex as she swallowed every drop that shot down her throat as the man behind her held firmly onto her armoured thighs as he pressed himself firmly against her. Both men then withdrew, covering themselves up again as the woman who had formerly been so enthusiastically partnering them suddenly collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily, as if she had been held up by strings which had suddenly been cut. She slowly and shakily reached down her legs with one hand to pull her panties back into place, then pushed herself up from the ground on her unstable arms. "You..." Lilien barely caught the word, so softly had it been spoken. She was certain her human hearing wouldn't have picked up. So she wasn't caught entirely by surprise when the paladin leapt to her feet, rage in her eyes and purpose to her motion. "YOU BASTARD!" Apparently Hort wasn't caught by surprise either, smiling sardonically as Lighthome's arms appeared to be bound together at the wrist, then swung upwards on an invisible chain so that her feet barely touched the ground and her forward momentum only caused her to sway there for a second. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Lilien flinched from the caged rage that simmered from the angry paladin in palpable waves. "Such anger from one so righteous, Ms. Lighthome?" the use of a female title only seemed to anger the flailing woman even more, if such a thing was possible. A string of curses Lilien couldn't bring herself to associate with her traditional image of paladins issued forth from the slowly swinging girl as she stabilised herself on her tiptoes and yelled at Hort in a quite imaginative and thorough way. Lilien blinked as Lighthome yelled some extremely violent and unpleasant sounding suggestions at Hort about ways she would like to combine his innards and common gardening implements. When Hort started laughing, she only yelled louder at him over his merriment. Lilien considered her lucky. He was laughing his amused laugh, which meant he was probably done with her for now. If she was unlucky he would be laughing his malefic laugh, which meant he would be considering trying her suggestions on her... Lilien shuddered at the things she had occasionally seen while wandering around during her rare free time. Apparently sex wasn't Hort's only emotional release. "Now now, Ms. Lighthome. Just because I'm no longer making you act like a woman doesn't mean you shouldn't learn how. After all, you're going to find it quite impossible to get your old body back." Lighthome paused in her ranting to catch her breath after Hort's words, glaring hatred at him with an intensity that should melt steel. Lilien had no idea how he remained so composed when someone was staring at him like that. But then again she wasn't a god. "I don't suppose warning you that my alterations are quite permanent and unalterable in any way is going to stop you asking your comrades to attempt to restore you, but there you are." Lilien caught the brief light of hope that flared in Lighthome's eyes. "Oh yes, Ms. Lighthome. I'm letting you go now." Lilien saw Ssiliara sneaking up behind Lighthome and tried to catch her eye to warn her, but couldn't risk too much movement in case Hort saw her too. She did mange to catch her gaze for a brief moment, but only whimpered and flinched under the intense emotion directed at her. "You see? I couldn't keep you here anyway. You're scaring my favourite pet." Lilien's cheeks burned with embarrassment at being referred to as a pet. Hort smiled wickedly. "Do be sure to tell all your comrades exactly what happened here and who did it to you, yes?" Lighthome opened her mouth to respond as Hort motioned to Ssiliara. Eyes widening in surprise, the trapped woman tried to turn around but was far too slow to stop Ssiliara pinching the back of her neck. Lighthome slumped into unconsciousness as Ssiliara caught her falling form with one arm and then slung her over a shoulder. "Make sure you deposit her somewhere far from the portal, but where her allies will easily find her Ssiliara." Ssiliara nodded her acknowledgement. "Yes, Master." She then turned and started to move towards the forest of pillars. Lilien noticed Ssiliara's gaze drop briefly to where Lighthome's generously endowed chest pressed against her own far less generous assets. "Geez, I know every girl here has a bigger bust than me, but does he really have to rub it in like this?" Lilien heard her mumble under her breath before she disappeared from view. So it was that Lilien was left alone with the sounds of Shall'ia sucking Hort's cock. Which soon changed to the sound of Shall'ia swallowing. Lilien looked over as Hort patted the other elf on the head. There was an audible pop as her lips slid off the head of Hort's cock. "Very good Shall'ia. You may go." When she caught Lilien looking at her, Shall'ia made a big show of licking her plush lips in a satisfied manner as she stood and started strutting towards the edge of the clearing. Lilien tried not to admire the other elf's arse as it swayed away, instead trying to be casual as she too stood and started making for the edge of the clearing. "And where do you think you're going?" Lilien swallowed nervously as she stopped dead in her tracks. "I thought I would go back to my studies..." Lilien looked over at Hort, realising she wasn't getting off that easily from his predatory smile. "Oh, but I need to punish you for trying to warn the Lighthome girl." Lilien flinched involuntarily. She supposed it was a bit much to hope Hort hadn't noticed. "Besides, its been too long since we had any fun together." Lilien gave Hort her best deadpan look. "If you can call it fun." Hort laughed. "Well my dear, I can tell you enjoy it. Besides, you're probably a bit too 'distracted' right now to focus on your studies, so this will help you out hmm?" Lilien opened her mouth to retort, then closed it, looking down shyly as she blushed. She really hated to admit it, but he was probably right. She was pretty horny, definitely to a point where it was becoming a distraction. Stupid body. Hort chuckled as he watched her. "My dear, you are so very cute when you look all embarrassed like that." Seeing as how that comment only embarrassed her more, it made it very hard for her to stop acting so 'cute'. She blinked then as Hort wrapped his arms around her, his warm body pressing into her back. On the one hand she had seen him get up from his throne and casually walk over to her... On the other hand, it had taken him less than a second to do it. The disjunction between what she saw and how long it took to do it kept her confused long enough for Hort to gently slip her skirt over her hips and let it drop to the ground. "Hey! What are you... Ahhhn..." She was cut off as Hort gently caressed the inside of her thigh with one hand as it travelled back up to her torso and he began gently lifting her top off. Every time she made to stop him removing what little clothing she was wearing, he would just caress her here or there, nibble on her neck or blow softly over her sensitive ears. Damn it, he was too good at this! He lifted her arms as he gently slid her top off and it joined her skirt on the floor, leaving her attired only in a pair of heels and a g-string. One of his hands then gently travelled down to her already moist underwear to gently caress her as she moaned while the other capitalised on the sensitivity of her aroused breasts. Every time she tried to form enough cohesive thought to object Hort would just gently caress her just so, and she would instead gasp in pleasure. As much as she hated to admit it, she was putty in his hands. He just made her feel so good...Hort moved both hands briefly to her thighs where he simply snapped the strings of her last line of defence. She tried to keep her legs together to stop it falling to the floor, but Hort simply ran a finger along the bottom of her pointed ears before both hands returned to her breasts to cradle them as she cried out from the delicate stimulus it brought to a part of her body she was unused to acting as an erogenous zone. The way he massaged her breasts meant that the wave of passion ignited from the sensitivity of her ears didn't abate, and her knees buckled under the sensuous assault. Which meant her g-string fluttered to the ground. When Hort then slipped his warm, hard cock between her thighs and pressed it against her aroused pussy, it was more than she could bear. Slipping her feet out of her heels, she gently wrapped her legs around Hort's to get the leverage necessary to lift herself off the ground and gently align herself to him... Her legs may have been pretty long, but Hort was still that little bit bigger than her. She slowly lowered herself onto him, savouring the feeling of penetration as she slid over his cock. She lifted onto him by twisting her legs around his and leaning into his arms as they gently supported her torso even as he made sure her breasts didn't feel abandoned. She then slid all the way down until she was pressed against him as hard as she could, then began gasping gently as she began to lift herself up a little with her thighs and then relax them so she would slide back down. The pleasure she was getting from the situation was incredible. No matter how much she hated Hort, Lilien could not deny how good his cock felt inside her. Especially when she was this horny. It irritated her that she just couldn't seem to help pumping herself up and down on Hort's cock. Every time she tried to stop so she could disentangle herself from him, the feelings of her traitorous body dictated that she continue riding his cock. Try as she might to dislike the situation it simply felt too good for her to raise any serious objection to her position, so in the end she kept fucking Hort. Cursed Hort and his desire to turn all females around him into sex-obsessed sluts! As she bounced up and down in Hort's lap she felt her level of pleasure building and between the way Hort was caressing her generous breasts and the feeling of his hard cock pressing inside her as she flexed her thighs. Her last rational thought before her mind dissolved in a fog of pleasure was that if she got to feel this good on a regular basis, perhaps her situation wasn't so bad after all... When she came to again she was on all fours, panting like she had just wrestled a bear. Feeling Hort's presence behind her she made some attempt at modesty by moving to a sitting position with her legs together and draping an arm across her breasts. She started looking for her clothes, trying to ignore Hort altogether. "I must say, I'm impressed with your progress." Lilien twitched as she heard the almost-mockery in his voice, but refused to be baited. Since she was clean, Hort seemed to prefer his women clean after sex rather than soaked in their mutual juices, she stood and tried to keep herself covered as best as she could as she moved over to her fallen garments. "Thanks. I really think I'm getting the hang of magic." Hort chuckled in an amused fashion as she slipped her g-string up her legs. "I meant your progress as a woman, although your studies into magic have been quite impressive too. I'm glad the potential I saw in you is not going to waste." Lilien picked up her top and slipped it over her arms and pulled it down until it settled over her torso. Not only did it not cover her especially well, being almost transparent, but it also gave her nothing in the way of support. She sighed. She was changing into a bra and shirt as soon as she got back to her room. "And how exactly does one measure that?" she replied, cursing herself for thinking such girly thoughts right before giving such a flippant response. "Didn't you notice?" Lilien straightened up as she pulled her skirt over her hips, casting an inquisitive look back at Hort since she now felt a bit more comfortable 'clothed'. Hort smiled at her darkly as if he had won some major victory. "This was the first time that you initiated sex, no matter how hard I tried to make you the instigator." Lilien felt the heat drain form her face. He was right. Was she really coming to accept this? "Beyond just enjoying the carnal pleasure that your body gives you, you actually accepted being the female in the partnering. I knew I was right when I expected great things of you." Lilien felt anger well up inside her at the way he treated her like some kind of experiment. "Frell you! I'm not some plaything for your amusement! Just because I'm adapting to my new situation doesn't mean I'm resigned to it!" The darkly amused expression on Hort's face belied the suddenly deep look in his eyes. "Oh, you'll find it quite impossible to alter your form, I assure you. And you are not just some 'experiment'. When you fended off my will, I knew you were something special. I'm glad I couldn't re-write you. I anticipate some great things form you, my little mortal, and you would not like the results should you happen to displease me." Lilien swallowed nervously. She felt like a rabbit who had looked up to find a lion staring down at it as it sat unmoving in its gaze. But then it seemed as if the lion was made of threat and shadow, as insubstantial as a thought and yet real and solid before her. And stars danced in it's depths, as if it encompassed more than its form could tell... The look in Hort's eyes so terrified her that she found herself completely unable to move. He suddenly switched to a much more pleased expression as the power in his eyes was shrouded once more. "But you don't want to disappoint me, do you Lilien?" Lilien couldn't manage more than the barest squeak in response as it suddenly became apparent the lion wasn't interested in such minor fare. "I have things to tend to. For now, your time is your own again." And with that he strode off amongst the endless pillars that made up his realm. *** Lilien was shaking so badly that it took her several attempts to put each foot in each heel. She had never been so terrified in her life, and all he had done was look at her. Lilien was beginning to suspect that this man, or god, had much more depth to him than had been immediately apparent. She took one step and yelped as she lost her balance and fell to the ground. Stupid heels! She was getting sneakers too. And socks. And pants, she thought as she rubbed her sore thigh where she had landed. She stood again, this time remembering to place her feet properly as she walked. But she definitely never wanted Hort to look at her like that again, even if she did have to act a little demure and girly to prevent it. After all, his implication had been that if he looked at her like that, only something worse would follow. She shuddered as she remembered the feeling of his gaze. She couldn't even imagine the horror that could possibly follow that. Making her way to her room, she went straight to her wardrobe. She pulled out a rather plain bra and matching panties, black so as to blend better with her skin, a pair of blue jeans, which were inevitably tight around her hips, butt and legs, a navy blue t-shirt, also fairly figure hugging, some loose socks and a pair of white sneakers. At least Hort had provided her with the sort of clothing she could have found back home, even if everything in the wardrobe did seem to compliment her well. She had tried to find an outfit that she liked that didn't make her look like she was trying to attract the gaze of every male present, but hadn't been able to find a combination of clothing that wasn't in some way sexy and didn't offend her sense of aesthetics. How long had she had a sense of fashion anyway? She had never really cared what she wore when she was a guy, but now she felt uneasy when her clothes didn't compliment her looks in some way. She guessed she had become a slave to fashion about as long as she had sported breasts, and wondered whether all women were naturally so fashion conscious or if it was some sort of personalty trait Hort had somehow forced upon her with her femininity... She sighed as she looked in the full-length mirror attached to the inside of one of the wardrobe's doors. Yup, sexy. Plain and functional, but sexy. But it was better than wearing those designed-for-lust outfits Hort sometimes made her wear. Since he had told her she had free time for now, she assumed it meant she could change her outfit as well. She didn't doubt he would send her a message in some way if her assumption was incorrect. She poked at one of her ears as she considered what to do with her hair. She was still a little put off by her ears. They were just in the way a lot more than human ones, since they were longer. She found it kind of strange that she had gotten fairly used to having large, jiggly weights on her chest and nothing hanging between her legs, but had yet to get used to the only non-human feature she now had. Finally settling on something that would keep her hair away from her ears, which were pretty sensitive and easily tickled by loose hair, and keep it from hanging in her eyes she pulled out a hair tie and two hair clips. She clipped her fringe up out of her eyes on each side then pulled the rest of her hair back into a bunch at the back of her head and slipped the tie up and around until it held her rather long ponytail in place. She was getting used to managing her hair now, even if she did tend to prefer something simple like this. Besides, if she wanted it styled all she had to do as ask Shall'ia. Satisfied that she was going to be comfortable like this, she went back to her desk, pulled out several tomes and magical writing implements and set to work deciphering the latest tome she was on and adding its secrets to her personal grimoire. *** Lilien finished transcribing a particularly difficult and high level spell into her grimoire and then slumped back I her chair, allowing her head to swing back, eyes closed, as she relaxed her body. It had been two weeks since the incident with the poor paladin, and she hadn't been bothered by Hort since then. She was making incredible progress with her spellwork though. Maybe it was because she had been left alone, allowing her to find a more relaxed attitude given that she hadn't been required to perform any strange acts or wear peculiar outfits... No matter how girly she became, she was sure she would always feel the most comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt. "Well, don't we look relaxed?" Lilien started at the sudden intrusion into her thoughts. She opened her eyes and was treated to an upside down vision of her son. She hadn't even heard him approach. She sat upright in her chair and swung herself around to face him. "Don't sneak up on me like that, dammit! How am I supposed to relax if you scare me like that!" She gave him her best angry look, satisfied that the large humanoid shifted uncomfortably under her disapproving glare. "Sorry, mother. I hadn't meant to surprise you. I meant it more as an opening comment..." It always surprised Lilien that her son showed her such deferential treatment. She had seen what he did to the troops who displeased him, after all... But she couldn't really afford to alienate him. For some reason she couldn't quite fathom, apart from the fact she was technically his mother, her son seemed to be genuinely affectionate towards her, worrying about her moods and comforts in a protective sort of way she found kind of sweet. She sighed and waved vaguely at him in a reassuring manner. "It's ok, I'd just finished what I was working on. I assume you stopped by for a reason?" The demonic man smiled in a way that Lilien couldn't help but find creepy. She suppressed a shiver that threatened to run up her spine. "Oh yes. I wanted you to know that I have chosen a name for myself." Lilien blinked. She realised that she hadn't even thought about the fact that her son didn't have a name. She did seem to recall something about Hort letting his firstborn choose their own names though... "I thought about it for a while, and even managed to get father to procure me some literature from your home plane, which wasn't easy I assure you. That place is still incredibly hard to access in even the smallest way. How you ever managed to transport yourself from that place to here is beyond me, such a thing really shouldn't have been..." He trailed off when he caught Lilien's dark look, swallowing nervously. 'Of course she wouldn't really want to be reminded of that I suppose...' he thought to himself. "Anyway, after reading some of the things we have managed to get, I found myself a name from your mythology I thought was appropriate but not too presumptuous." Lilien took I how excited he seemed to be about this and decided to humour him. After all, apart form Shall'ia, he was the only being in this place who looked out for her. "So? What should I call you from now on?" His face brightened a bit. It seemed he was happy that she cared. "Well, you can always call me son if you want, mother, but the name I have chosen for myself is..." and he paused for effect like a magician about to draw a rabbit form a hat, "Sammael." Lilien blinked. She was, of course, familiar with the name, being a big nerd and somewhat into mythology when she had been a guy on Earth, but given his appearance and temperament it seemed somewhat appropriate for him. "It suits you, Sammael." He grinned at her words like a child given the keys to a candy store. "It means a lot to me that you approve, mother. Now, I don't suppose I can convince you to actually do some training with me? Your magical skill is quite impressive at this point, but if you don't pay at least some attention to gaining a measure of skill in physical combat, it will be bad for you later." Lilien glared at Sammael. She had never been fond of either fighting or physical activity, and tried to avoid both. Especially since this body seemed to be staying in its physical prime even though she was incredibly neglectful of it, staying up late reading most of the time, not watching her diet and barely exercising... She guessed there were some benefits to being changed by Hort. "And why would I want to do that? I've almost got all the spells I want copied into my grimoire, and then I was planning on starting some magical projects to test out all I've learnt..." She did enjoy watching this powerful, intimidating man squirm a little under her disapproving stare. "It's just that if you don't at least learn how to defend yourself, it could be bad for you-" "And why is that?" Lilien cut in. "It's not like any of the people here would dare lay a finger on me, Hort would do very unpleasant things to them." Sammael's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. Lilien could tell he was suddenly excited about something. "You mean no-one has told you? Father must have not told you yet because he was busy, or perhaps he wanted to let me tell you as a reward for my efforts..." He trailed off, cupping his chin in a thoughtful way and nodding to himself. After a few seconds the suspense started getting to Lilien and she couldn't wait for him to finish his ruminations. "Sammael! What is it?" Sammael jerked out of his reverie, a satisfied spreading across his features. "You really should take the time to study self defence at the least, mother. You see in just a short while, about a hundred days from now I believe, Hort is going to release you from his realm and out into his original world."