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Author's note: This is my first attempt at this genre influenced by works of fantasy movies, novels, anime and games. So, I thought of just giving it a try. When I was writing or reading some other authors works (Lissa and Lheriss!), I realized that the language for this genre is a little different. It's a challenge. I just hope I didn't screw up too badly. Please let me know if you like it or where I can improve. Thank you! For the Good of the Realm In the city of Heimanor, a political marriage had been the talk of the town. It was to take place during the next full moon, and the kingdom's best knights had been summoned from their respective missions to protect King Gorlan XI's only daughter. Princess Maryann had always been kept well away from the common folks especially the men as the throne of the human kingdom had strictly preserved the now 18 orbit-old maiden for this very purpose - to strengthen Heimanor with a strategic political amalgamation. Having the Kingdom of Arendir as an ally had always been King Gorlan's dream. This would certainly give a boost to his armory in terms of fending off the dark forces of Xakath - the mighty warlock from the North. His various races of heinous creatures which included the giant ogres, the burly orcs, the small but despicable goblins and last, but certainly not least the agile and swift night elf - had been giving Gorlan's knights quite a few skirmishes, if not full out war. Heimanor had not been weak when it comes to fights on the firm ground of their land. It was their inferiority on sea battles which gave Xakath's army some hope of ever breaching the peaceful realm of the human kingdom. It was for this reason, King Gorlan felt Arendir's second to none superiority on sea with it's impenetrable and yet-to-be-defeated Vikonga ships would prompt the dark forces of the Northern realm to think twice before attempting to set foot on either Gorlan's human or Arendir's King Elindor's Kingdom of the Elves. This would also be the first Royal marriage between a human and an elf though the unreported mixture of blood was not exactly unheard of. After the recent meeting between the leaders of the two Kingdom, both Gorlan and Elindor agreed that Xakath would stop at nothing to disrupt the marriage. The deceit and trickery of the notorious warlock had been very much on every urban legends and folk tales in every taverns and barracks. Hence the purity of Princess must be protected at all cost or otherwise, the sine qua non of a political marriage would be ruined. If there was one fault to the Elves near-perfect qualities, it would be their unrelenting quest for perfection itself and their unforgiving adherence to their traditions. Prince Egalin himself was still a virgin despite being a couple of orbits his bride-to-be's senior. King Gorlan spared no resources by ordering the Circle of Heidronmot - a group consisted of six diamond-ranked Paladins and mages to protect the princess from the dirty hands of Xakath's deplorable minions. It was certainly convenient that all six of them - which consisted of three Paladins and three Mages - were all women. Additionally, no men - even those working for the palace - should be within a stone throw away from the princess. As a result, Princess Maryann's beauty would only be a legend whispered around among men and women alike. Her last public appearances were when she was still a child, and it was Heimanor's customs to keep the lady of the Royalty from public eyes once she had reached the age for marriage. Her grace's privilege certainly came with the solitude. Her only social interaction was with the same royal servant who had been caring for her since birth. The Queen had passed on due to a plague rumored to have been spread by Xakath's curse. As the young lady sat down on the gold-laden vanity, staring at her own reflection, she thought about how she had missed her friends she had known since she was still a little girl. Back then, she would be allowed to befriend daughters of nobles and high-ranking guards of the palace. When news of her pre-arranged marriage came just as soon as she approached the appropriate age, her father - the ruler of the magnificent human kingdom - had forbidden her from any interactions with the outside world save for the occasional Royalty functions. It was during these functions that the beauty of Princess Maryann became known and whispered around from one mouth to another. Even at such a young age, she could see why she had become an asset which would bring the goods in term of political alliance. Big blue eyes, cute upturned nose, innocent but yet luscious pair of lips framed by her wavy red mane which made her creamy complexion stood out even more. The elven race had always been known for their close-to-perfection features; but Princess Maryann would probably be the only from the human realm to match that. As she stood from her gold-laden vanity chair, she could see her slender - if not the shapeliest - figure accentuated well by her evening gown. There were still ways to go if her busts were to match anyone of the group of knights and mages guarding her - except for probably Lydianne. Lydianne was the newest female Paladin to join the rank of the Circle of Heidronmot. Her fighting prowess especially with her sacred sword-skill with the Lionedass Golden Broadsword was the reason for her rapid rise among the ranks of the diamond-rated knights. However, she had often being bullied by her fellow member of the circle because of her insufficiently developed bust. Her cute face though, certainly did plenty to make up for her otherwise boyish appearance. Speaking of cute, Ultear had always been confident with her beautiful visage despite being only slightly better than Lydianne in terms of body measurements. As the most powerful mage in the Kingdom, she could have easily used a little bit of her wizardry to make her already perky breasts appeared fuller to match even that of Girona. But, the grandmaster of all mages preferred to stay au natural. Besides, she had never been the kind to pursue all these rather superficial traits as she was too busy with improving her already massive knowledge in sorceries and healing magic. Lady Girona might neither be as powerful nor as knowledgeable as Lady Ultear; but, her specialty in shield magic along with Lady Janna's nullification ability had been Heimanor's guardian for many orbits. The invisible dome created by the two mages which surrounded the whole perimeter of the kingdom might not be able to keep Xakath out of the warlock decided to attack with full force, but its sensitivity could detect any non-human breach especially when dark magic was involved. As the younger sister, Lady Janna certainly resembled Girona in every aspect - be it in magic abilities or physical beauty. Even though, her bountiful mammaries might not be up to her sister's ridiculously high standards, the younger of the mage siblings certainly had her fare share of men lining up by her bed. And rumours had been going around that the sisters had probably slept with nearly half of all the men in the Kingdom - some of them even in erotic threesomes. The Paladins would never bring themselves to such a feat. Always been considered holy and honourable, both Lady Elkhart and Lady Joindil had quietly considered the promiscuous acts of the sister mages distasteful and an insult to the fairer gender. Despite being proud with their own womanly assets, they would rather keep their curvy figure hidden under shinny armour than exposing them to the ogling of unworthy creatures - men included. Not only would Lady Elkhart's busts make Lydianne look like a child, but so was her overall size. The leader of all knights stood towering over most of her counterparts which included some of the men in her Golden Guards. She did not mind the fact that she was even a head taller and considerably more muscular than her scholar husband - with whom she had a 3-orbit-old daughter. On the flip side, Lady Joindil was a mix blood of a human and a dwarf - which made her the smallest among her peers. But still, her physical proportion was perfectly feminine despite her petite nature. This very fact annoyed Lydianne the most, though the three Paladins worked together flawlessly when it came to a good skirmish against the forces from the North. After all, the three knights had been blessed with massive broadswords embedded with powerful runes to enhance their already impressive sword skills. Princess Maryann was grateful to have them to keep her safe, knowing Xakath would almost certainly come after the pure-hearted heiress if the historical alliance between human and the Elves were to be shattered. However, the princess could only wish that these highly regarded members of the Golden Circle would be less rigid towards her. Nevertheless, she could hardly blame them - knowing that the next few cycles leading up to the grand ceremony would be crucial to the Realm of the human as much as to Arendir - the Kingdom of Elves. So, she had to bear with the boredom which came with it, considering what was at stake. The knocking on the door broke her train of thought as she ambled away from the window and the view of the sprawling city beyond the palace. It had always been her habit to check her appearance with the large mirror on the vanity before holding up her full-length flared out gown and seemingly gliding towards the door. It was the mage sisters who peeked through the crack as Maryann had the door opened. "Good evening, your grace. We have something of great importance which needed to be discussed in your presence. May we come in?" Lady Girona said with her head bowed. Her younger sibling bowing just behind her. If the people of Heimanor had known better, the rumours about the mage sisters were only partly true. Men liked to boast about their sexual escapades especially when it came to fine women in the league of the lovely mages. However, not all the tales about their elaborated in-bed activities were true especially when they concerned the beautiful Lady Girona and Lady Janna - not until these two charming mages returned from their recent quest in the Northern village of Keirl anyway. It was by the order of King Gorlan that they investigate the mysterious disappearance of nearly Half of the population in that village. There was certainly concerns since there was also a reported breach in the protective dome maintained by the two mages. Hence, Girona and Janna had been summoned by the King along with a small battalion of Royal guards to uncover the mystery. "It just seems so unlikely," Girona contemplated on the incident as she swayed to the movement of her horse. "If it was to be the work of Xakath and his foul creatures, he would have needed to sacrifice hundreds of them and that would make a large hole," Janna agreed. Witnesses had seen orcs and goblins exploded when they came into contact with the largely invisible wall. Xakath had only managed to breach them only once when he directed hundreds of orcs and giant ogres into the barrier on a suicide mission, and that had created a large explosion which in turns resulted in a massive breach. That had been the precedent to the Third Great War where the forces of the North had suffered significant loss - many of whom had only managed a few paces before they were murdered by the formidable knights and mages. If there was an Achilles heel to such a potent defensive perimeter, it would have to be its magically weakened state from the western region where the land of the kingdom met with the Hushgarin Sea. And it was for this reason King Gorlan had seek the alliance with Arendir. The village of Keirl though, was at least 10 cycles on horse away from the nearest sea which did not explained the mark of a hole left by the recent rift. Girona climbed down from her white mare, followed by her younger sister as they approached the 'scar' on the invisible barrier. The self-repair mechanism was usually immediate, though it would also depend on the size of the breach. The one during the Third Great War took less than half a cycle to return to its original state - thanks to master-level incantation from a dozen of the finest wizards and mages. Hole this small usually needed no such practices to mend as soon as a defect was detected. "I couldn't make any sense of this sister," Janna said as she used her detection magic to pick up any remnant of dark spells or aura occasionally left by the Night Elves - former inhabitants of Arendir who had turned rogue due to the temptation of Xakath's curse. "I, as well. A hole of this size is unheard of. This is as if something, probably of average human size just walk through as casually as if there's nothing here," Girona spoke her thoughts. "What if it's just those missing villagers?" Janna suggested. Girona had at first thought about the possibility. Humans and beings not corrupted by the curses of the North would freely pass through. There would still be a hole - sort of a temporary defect in the barrier, and that was what alerted the mages in the first place. "That would probably appear as if the barrier has been invaded. But we've never thought of the likelihood if it's the other way," Girona concluded. "There's a reason we've never even consider that, sis. No human with the right mind would cross the magical barrier," Janna said and Girona knew she spoke with good sense. Thus far, there have been no signs of forceful abduction or violent attacks as well. Everything appeared so peaceful, but love ones kept disappearing from their bed the next morning. The sisters were still wrapping their heads around the mystery when a sudden scream threw them off their thoughts. It came from within the woods just a few paces away. "It sounded like a child," Janna said as she and her sister rushed towards the pine forest. Just as they suspected, the mages came to witness a boy - with merely a twig in his hand - trying to fend off a group of goblins. There were at least twenty of the vile creatures. With drool flowing freely from their mouth, the group started to converge on the helpless soul when a ball of light came crashing down on to the earth - sending the rotten group flying. At the same instant Janna had generated a shield around the boy to protect him from the powerful blast conjured up by her sister's magic. "Are you alright?" Janna asked the boy who obviously seemed shaken up. "Why are you here in these parts of the woods alone?" Girona added with concern after seeing to all the goblins turning into ashes. On the verge of crying he replied, "I... I was just looking... for my sister..." The boy's sister must had been one of those missing villagers. But still, that did not explain how the goblins managed to cross through the magical barrier and started lashing out at the defenceless kid. The mages did not get much time to come up with an answer as they saw the boy's terrified expression to what was obviously behind the sisters. For something as big as an ogre, the towering creature sure knew a thing or two about sneaking up on mages. The one-eye giant was slamming his hand down onto the group of humans when Girona managed in time to draw an ancient spell by merely swiping her fingers in multiple directions without even turning her head. Just like that, the ogre's arm got separated from his muscular body. Green blood exploded from the amputation as the mages managed to enlarged Janna's shield swiftly enough to avoid them from being covered in green bloody mess. The growl of the monstrous being was almost deafening as the rest of his body disintegrated completely before gradually turning into ashes. The smirk of satisfaction was apparent on her face as Girona and her sister turned around to inspect for any further hostility - while at the same time, basked in the pride of her handy work. The supreme mage could not pick up anymore evil aura, until she heard Janna's cry. "Ouch, that hurts!" the blonde-haired beauty sounded before she collapsed. No, she did not just keel over, Girona thought - her sister had turned into a pile of skin where she stood. While she was making the distinction, she felt a sharp pain behind her back. There was no hint of malice which she'd usually sensed immediately if they were in any sort of danger - just like with the sneaky Ogre. But, this was completely different. All she could manage was a glimpse over her shoulder to see the grin and a soulless stare of the boy she had just saved. And that was it. Her world had been swallowed by the grasp of darkness - total darkness. The boy continued to smirk at the ease things were going for him. With the skin of these mages, he expected uncomplicated access to the palace. But first, there was still work to do. He gathered the piles of skins lying on the dirt along with the sorcerers' clothes before making his way back to Keirl. At the door of a humble abode, the boy was greeted by his father and his older brother. "By the cheerful look on your face, I presume that everything went as plan," the father said before giving his boy a hug. The boy did not reply as he and the middle-aged gentleman exchanged glances before entering their small farm house. Within the privacy of the domicile, the boy settled his sling bag which contained the lively mages down on a small table before reaching for the back of his neck - searching for a knob which would appear after a peculiar chant. A slit opened up as the knob was pulled. At the same instant as his face lost its features, the head of an orc squeezed out from the seemingly stretchy opening on the nape. More and more of the muscular brute appeared out of the boy's smaller and now empty shell. The other boy, a year or two older, gave away nothing in terms of expression as he witnessed his father did the same. Similarly, another orc - this one had his left eye completely sewn shut and a vertical scar cutting across it - emerged. Once he had completely taken off his disguise as a middle-aged farmer, he noticed his fellow orc was already halfway pulling up one of the mages. The incongruity of wearing these things had never seized to amaze him - especially seeing his clans mate bruising green upper body contrasting against the mage slender lower half. "You better wear it quick before that erection of yours cause you some difficulty," the boy teased - knowing full well that it was merely a tease. The magical stone discovered by Xakath and then crafted into a dagger could turn any being into wearable disguises. And these disguises could be worn by anyone regardless of the nature and form of their existence. The different in sizes and a mere erection posed no obstacles to any creature wishing to become something or someone else. "How do I look?" Girona's sultry voice hummed from the opposite side of the room. The unsightly green brute who was just seen struggling a little to pull on her skin had vanished. All that was left was the voluptuous figure of a powerful mage - without a single thread of clothing. With a raging hard-on, the scarred-one-eyed orc had an even greater difficulty to put on Janna. Eventually, the elasticity of her skin prevailed as the orc managed to tug the disguise up and over his massive manhood before seeing it magically flattened out into Janna's trimmed slit. The orc was a little taken aback by the amount of juices leaking from his stolen cunt, though it did not stop him from continuing with completing the rest of the disguise. As soon as he had his beefy head somehow hidden within the refined visage of Janna the Strongest Support Mage of Heidronmot, he could see that everything had become clearer and much more vivid - a vast improvement from his one and only bad eye. Not only that, he could also visualize the sudden surges of memories playing out in front of him. It was not his memories, but that of the lovely mage. The amount of recollections and newfound knowledge overwhelmed the former orc as he braced for the growing headache. The sound of moaning distracted him enough for him to forget his suffering briefly as he turned to the source of the noises. To his surprise, he found 'Girona' who had yet to put on her attire, was already lying on a bed while a goblin had his head buried between her legs. "When did the lecherous rat got out of his disguise?" 'Janna' said as she realized the distraction had toned down her pain. "I asked him to," 'Girona' said, "it is my wish to see these elegant and invisible mages ravaged by the lowly little goblin. Besides, Master taught us that sexual indulgence would thwart the pain induced by the huge bank of magical scues contained within these bodies." Or, it's just your excuse for having fun while on a mission, the orc masquerading as Janna thought. But, the pain did subside significantly from the thoughts of joining the incongruous couple. It vanished completely once the blonde mage joined her scarlet-haired sister in a threesome the fortunate goblin had never thought possible - even in his wildest dreams. He had made the sisters cum over and over again with him ejaculating multiple times - whether it was in their womb or otherwise. The pain from the memory and magical scues accession diminished permanently by their first orgasm as a woman, but they went on purely for mutual lust. The lucky goblin laid wasted on the bed, now broken from the excessive love-making, as the sisters began donning their attire. 'Janna' helped her sister realign her oversized wizard hat before sweeping her scarlet bangs to the side - making sure they both looked perfect. After all, they were about to face the Kingdom's royalty and report that they found absolutely no danger of an invasion in a village where all its inhabitants had been replaced by the foulest creatures from the North. Something malicious could immediately be picked up by Princess Maryann as soon as Lady Janna closed the door behind her with her sister, Girona swaying her flared-out hips sensually towards the young royalty. She was slowly backing away from the two seemingly harmless mages as the more voluptuous of the two kept advancing with an apparent feint concern on her otherwise strikingly beautiful face. "What's wrong, your Grace? Do you find anything odd with the two of us?" Girona asked, almost as if she was sneering. Princess Maryann felt like a mouse backed into a corner. Then, the back of her knees collided with the edge of her bed as she tumbled over backwards onto her opulent crib. Propping herself up on her elbows, she dared not take her eyes off the powerful mages who was supposed to protect her. Instead, Lady Girona retrieved a relic in the shape of a dagger from her robe. That was when, the princess knew it was time to scream. Unfortunately for her, Lady Janna had already positioned herself behind her. When did she get there, Maryann thought as she felt her wrists bounded by magical vines which appeared from Lady Janna's staff. The same vine had grown seemingly without limits as it wrapped it self around the lower half of Maryann's head - rendering her mute and helpless. Lady Girona could not resist to break her character as she ogled at the incapacitated princess with drool dripping from the edge of her lips. She knew very well that another part of her was salivating as much as she could picture Girona's panties getting wet from what she and her accomplice were about to do to the lovely maiden. Just as the dagger - infused with ancient runes - was about to be brought down onto Maryann, the door to her chamber swung open. Lady Lydianne and Lady Ultear stared in disbelief at the betrayal of their fellow members of the Heidronmot. But they had no time to stay rooted by the shocking revelation as Lydianne leaped from where she stood and unleashed an attack on Girona. The evil mage managed to dodge the Paladin's legendary broadsword. But her dagger had been completely shattered in the process. Meanwhile, Ultear had managed to evaporate all the bindings of Janna's vine before bringing the princess to her protection behind her. The rogue sisters were taken aback by the swift reaction from the young Paladin and the mage who were more powerful than they could ever be. Standing at the corner of the chamber, the mages- turned-evil knew that they stood no chance in a straight skirmish against these two formidable forces. Furthermore, going all out would have attracted unwanted attention and further reinforcement - they were in enemy territory after all. "Why Girona? Janna? Why...?" Lydianne asked. "Was this a trap all along?" Girona deflected the question with another one of her own. "I noticed an unusual amount of evil magical scues within the palace and concluded that one of us could have crossed over to the dark side," Ultear said before adding, "That was why I conspired with Lady Lydianne and the princess in order for us to trap the perpetrator." Girona wasn't surprised by Ultear's ability to detect malicious forces despite it being perfectly sealed behind the disguises. However, she did not expect her to not see what was going to happen next. This was certainly a rare misstep by the high mage - one that would cost her dearly. "What's happening to me?" Lydianne said before falling to her knees as she pulled her thighs together feeling the warmth spreading out from her groins. The Paladin unable to resist the urge to touch herself as she dropped her broadsword before groping her own slender form in more places than she would like. Ultear knew in an instance the kind of spell they had been caught under - the deplorable aphrodisiac enchantment. Something which only the Goblins' Shaman could perform and required the victims to stand still while the elderly green creature drew a sign behind their back. Ultear could feel her face flushing as her own body succumbed to the supposedly useless spell. Being brought down to her knees and slowly becoming a slave to her own lust, the raven hair beauty managed to turn her head to look over her shoulder. What she saw reaffirmed the Heidronmot's failure: the princess who stood behind her and Lady Lydianne was no longer the innocent and lovely lady they had been tasked to protect. Maryann's beautiful big blue eyes had changed with her pupils turning from round to a vertical slit while her tongue became thin and usually long with a split at the tip as she used it to swipe across her face. These were all characteristics of a goblin. Putting all the pieces into place, the conclusion was clear. "When... Since when... you took the princess's... place?... Where is... the real princess?" Ultear uttered struggling to contain her growing urges. "Oh milady... Don't worry. She's right here with me," the false Maryann lips moved but it was clearly the voice of a goblin which came out. She even licked her lizard-like tongue across her face again just to prove the point. The slurping sounds from the other side of the princess's chamber came from Lydianne as the Paladin was already occupied with engulfing Girona and Janna's cocks in turns. Ultear had read about the dagger which turns any living things into wearable skins. It had been said to have been destroyed by the blue fire of the Inferno Dragon. How was it possible for Xakath to obtain something which was supposed to have been destroyed? "At the very least, Lady Lydianne had crushed it with her blade... You can't turn anymore innocent into your pawns," Ultear said as she had subconsciously taken off her robe and underwear so that she could relieve herself from the heat emitting from her body. "I won't be so sure about that if I were you, Lady Ultear. The supreme one had found a way to make potions with the relic. The dagger is the easiest way to achieve our goal, but I afraid we'll have other means as well," Princess Maryann continued to speak with a goblins tone. The mage wasn't sure what the fake princess was referring to when she mentioned about 'other means', but she sure would do with Lady Janna's nullification magic right now. Looking over at the blonde magician, she was appalled to see that the supposed powerful mage was plunging what appeared to be a massive cock into Lady Lydianne's snatch. And the usually righteous Paladin was enjoying every moment of it. In fact, she was playing with her own small tits while eagerly sucking on Girona's orc-dick. Their moaning and grunting certainly added further to Ultear's hunger for lust. When 'Princess Maryann' stood towering over her and lifted her gown to reveal her own incongruity, there was no stopping Lady Ultear. The craving was simply too strong. It felt as if her body was moving on its own when she began to stroke at Maryann's green-cock. The mage had no doubt that the shaman had utilized some sort of magic to make its manhood unusually rigid and sizeable than she had read about in books. Her lips parted as she leaned forward to let the creature's appendage to intrude her mouth. Instead of shame, she was feeling proud of herself being put to good use by the despicable shaman in princess's clothing. The goblin's cock continued to grow to even beyond any ordinary human's size as Ultear struggled to contain it with her throat. Her eyes teared up as she let the monster-cock slid out of her mouth momentarily so that she could catch her breath. In no time, the shaman's magically enlarged meat was back in, and he was in full flow fucking Ultear's throat. "Oooh, I'm cumming... Make sure you swallow every drop...," the goblin- shaman spoke - this time using Maryann's tone. Right at the very instant, the door to the princess's chamber swung open once more. In came the unsuspecting Lady Elkhart along with Lady Joindil. They had immediately stopped in their tracks - taking in the outrageous spectacle happening in Princess Maryann's chamber of all places. No one dared to make a move. Two cocks still in mouths while one plunged into a vagina. If a pin were to drop, its sound would have been deafening. "Well, are you two fools going to just stand there or are you going to close the door and fucking join us?!" Maryann finally said, prompting laughter from the latest co-conspirators. Lady Elkhart wasted no further time as she turned to shut the door before joining Lady Joindil in taking off their mails and clothes. Underneath those glittering and seemingly impenetrable outfit, their usually hidden feminine beauty had now been laid bare. Elkhart's larger than average frame did not deprive her from the womanly curves which she possessed. With large bouncy breasts which matched those of Girona's as well as a trimmed and yet muscular waist, these features complemented the big woman's delectable derriere and long toned legs perfectly. Her beautiful face framed in short-cropped blonde hair completed the desirable image which had made a lot of men envy her scholar husband. That very image would soon be ruined as she reached behind her neck - rummaging for a tiny protrusion which would be pulled down after a specific incantation and allowing an opening to be revealed. The leader of the Golden Knight's face deformed as she pulled the back of her ears forward. For such a tall figure, one would be surprised to find the head of an ordinary goblin - probably a third of the woman's size - appeared from behind her deformed head. More and more of her true identity - or shall we say, identities - would be uncovered as she continued to tuck on her skin relentlessly. A second goblin emerged from within the midsection of Lady Elkhart as he was seen carrying the 'head' goblin who was sitting on his shoulders. The 'middle' goblin in turn, was sitting on the shoulders of the 'bottom' goblin who was unfortunate enough to bear the biggest burden. Not only having to carry the bulk of the weight, with his head positioned right behind Elkhart's vagina, the bottom chap had to choke on a scholar's cock every single night ever since they had started becoming her. "Finally! I feel like I've been waiting for this day my whole sorry life," Girurd the 'bottom' said. "Don't make it sound like you don't enjoy it," Gildud the 'head' said. "Next time you'll be the bottom!" "You guys can complain once you've become someone's midsection, it's the most boring job in the realm!" Gibud said as all three goblins stood over the discarded skin. They seemed impervious to the moaning and groaning coming from the rest of the participants in the chamber as the petite and agile figure of Joindil had already entered the fray of the human orgy. In nude, her well-proportioned body was evident despite being on the other side of Elkhart's scale. She was shoving her tanned cock into Ultear's mouth as she played with her own bountiful tits. Princess Maryann was in full swing slamming her magically enhanced manhood into Ultear's cunt as she felt herself reaching her climax. "Fuck!" A word which had never left Maryann's lips before her entire life finally did as she filled Ultear's womb with her cum. Over on the other side, Girona grunted as she came soon after - releasing her seeds into Lady Lydianne. Her younger sister couldn't hold on for much longer when she eventually shot her load down the Paladin's throat. Lady Joindil was the only one left - not counting the three goblins who were still bickering among themselves. But, it wasn't for long as her hips buckled before unleashing torrents of dark elven cum into Ultear's mouth. No cum were wasted as she swallowed all Joindil had got to offer. The magic had already started working on Ultear as the dwarven knight pulled out of her sucking mouth. The spell worked twice as fast when the drinkers of the relic-empowered potions injected their seeds into the victim's body - on both fronts. Lady Ultear's body had completely deflated into a wearable skinsuit. Lydianne's body would soon follow. When it finally did, Girurd, Gildud and Gibud got a smack on their head each from the fake princess for their prolonged fracas. The three young goblins were so focused on their disagreement that they didn't notice the two remaining yet-to-be replaced members of the Heidronmot circle had been turned into skinsuits. They had also failed to acknowledge the moment when Gulson the Goblin Shaman had taken his head out from within the princess's as her deformed visage with her twin-tail scarlet hair hung in front of her breasts. It then dawn on the Goblins that the rest of the group was taking off their disguises as well. "We're switching roles," Bondor the Orc Lord who had been in Girona's skin instructed. Having been ranked higher than Gulson among Xakath's commanders, Bondor had been given the task to assume the most important role of their current mission. The Shaman gladly handed Maryann's skin over to the intimidating orc. In his true form, he would have given Lady Elkhart more than a good skirmish. The wonder of the dagger's magic was that disparity in sizes did not matter. The trio of goblins hidden within the figure of Elkhart was simply to smuggle in the numbers as Xakath had yet to master the magic of instantaneous cloning. As Bondor began pulling up the princess's skin, Gulson did not hesitate to go for Lady Ultear's skin lying crumpled on the floor. The knowledge possessed by the kingdom's most powerful mage enticed the Shaman more than mere superficial temptations. But having another excuse to experience what he did with Maryann's nubile form - now with Ultear's equally if not more appealing body - would be a welcomed bonus. He felt his legs lengthening as he slid them into the brunette's hollow limbs. Just like with the princess, he felt his body being shaped and moulded in accordance to the original form of the skin. If the mass from his own was inadequate, the skin would build its own to fill the void. Unnecessary chunk of matter would be flattened or shrunken just as it did with his currently uncontrollable erection, or with Bondor's overbearing bulks of muscles when being squeezed into Princess Maryann's petite body. The skin would initially stretch infinitely to accommodate the wearer's size. This would be followed by the crushing sensation of being pressed and pulled into the desired mould. Gibud was a happy goblin now that he would not need to share a cramp space with his green brothers. Having the body of Lady Elkhart all to himself, he would finally get to enjoy the woman's pleasures from head to toe, not to mention the freedom to go where ever he pleases. He would get to eat what the lady eats, instead of having to consume what Girurd dumps out. Stepping into the skin of a human as tall as Bondor, felt like a kid smothered under his father's robes. However, he was soon feeling his limbs stretching and muscles and bones appearing out of thin air within Elkhart's skin to make up for any deficiency. The leader of the Golden Knights stood tall once again - amid not having a thread of clothing on. Meanwhile, Sien the Night Elf had finished donning the skin of Lady Janna as he too was more interested in gaining her magical prowess than the orcs and the goblin brats. Having been exiled by their original race for their curiosity of the dark magic, the Night Elves had since sworn allegiance to Xakath and granted unfettered access to the cursed powers of the North. Lady Janna's ability to nullify and pacify any form of magic would certainly come in handy for Sien and his group of rogue elves. However, he was also quite fascinated by Janna's physical assets as he couldn't resist groping her big boobs with her own pair of hands. "Praise Lord Xakath and his unsurpassable powers," Sien quietly thought before starting to put on the attire the blonde mage was wearing. "What are you doing?" Bondor asked in the sweetest princess tone. "Well, getting dressed of course... your Grace," the roleplay was another reason Sien was fond of the Dagger's magic as he was halfway pulling up Janna's silk panties. Only then, he realized that the rest of his group - including Bondor's subordinate Lagush, the scarred-one-eyed orc who had taken over from his Boss to step into Girona's voluptuous body while Girurd and Gildud had completed putting on Lady Lydianne and Lady Joindil respectively - had not only decided against getting dressed but getting themselves all tangled up in a human web of lesbian orgy. The new Janna felt Maryann's tits pushing against her back as the princess came up behind her to wrap her arms around the lively mage's body. Half a head shorter, Maryann had to stand on her toes like a ballerina to plant kisses on Janna's neck while she played with her impressive mammaries. "This... Hmmm... This was not in the plan," Janna cooed as her own hand travelled south to rub at her own clit through the silk of her panties. "Does it matter?... We've already won," Maryann whispered into the blonde enchanter's ear. The couple eventually joined the rest of the ladies to form a feast of unparalleled lust and eroticism. Not any of them took out their cock, as they were uncertain if they themselves would suffer the same effect which had befallen their victims. Hence, it was purely a playground for the fairer gender. Lady Elkhart lifted Joindil upside down, as she ate the smaller woman's cunt, while Lydianne and Ultear were scissoring one another - enjoying the sensation of their clits coming together. The Principal of the Kingdom's Magic Academy took the precautions of casting a noise-proofing spells beforehand so that everyone within the princess's chamber wouldn't have to restrain themselves during this unprecedented sexual escapade. Maryann was moaning as loud as she could while she allowed Janna to feast on her 'cherry' - which had in fact been secretly popped a fortnight ago. The original princess was naive when she had fallen for the palace's servant boy. He was Gulson's initial disguise and the rest was rather self-explanatory. Girona was standing over Maryann in a way which would allow the young lady to suck and tongue at the renowned mage's clit. The former Lagush was happily fondling and squeezing at Girona's breasts even though he was struggling to cover each with his now much smaller pair of hands. He was still getting used to hearing a much higher pitch of a female human's tone coming out of his much more delicate lips. His big mouth with an overreaching lower jaw to accommodate a pair of elongated tusks like all orcs, was now miraculously hidden behind the lovely face of Girona Wischer. One of Lady Elkhart subordinates who was tasked with guarding the tall hallway leading towards Maryann's chamber, began to question the length of time his captain and her fellow members of the Heidronmot had spent inside of the princess's room. Sir Gillingham felt obligated to check on not only his captain, but the princess as well. Surely, with everyone of the Kingdom's strongest protector being in the same room as the princess, nothing could possibly have gone wrong. Furthermore, he being the sole male knight within the vicinity of the princess's quarters in the palace, Gillingham knew he should stay put. Still, his curiosity and - in a way - sense of responsibility got the better of him as he finally arrived in front of the door. The complete silent - not even the sounds of human chatter - was a cause for concern. "Something is not quite right," Sir Gillingham whispered to himself before he started knocking - gently at first - and calling out for anyone on the other side. Nothing but silence. Without assistance, the knight drew his sword and kicked the door down. That was when he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. The usually timid and humble Princess Maryann was among the tangle of naked bodies in an elaborate orgy where her expression of bliss was unmistakable. She was receiving pleasurable stimulation from almost every part of her body. Lady Lydianne was sucking on her left while Lady Joindil was sucking on her right tits. Lady Ultear's head was hidden between the thighs of the soon-to-wed royalty while she sat on the lap of Lady Elkhart as she planted kisses on the princess's neck. Lady Girona - with the help of Ultear who lifted Maryann's legs up - somehow managed to sneak under to probe at the princess's back-hole with her tongue. For the second time that evening, every activity came to a momentary halt as the centre of attention shifted from Maryann to the understandably shell-shocked Gillingham. The silent was interrupted by a chant of Lady Janna who was halfway pulling on a strap-on. Magical sparks flew across the room, and just like that, the formidable member of the Golden Knights had been turned into a lamb. Gillingham's sword and shiny mail vanished into thin air. "Rather convenient to have these tricks up your sleeve, don't you think?" Janna mused as she secured the lamb to the magically fixed door with a leash before returning to join her 'sisters' in bed - this time with a toy swinging between her legs. To say that the Royal wedding was a grand affair was an understatement. It was a celebration of friendship and peace for every citizen from the two kingdoms. Ordinary humans and elves were as excited as they were joyous, witnessing the marriage of two nations. The capital of Heimanor was decorated with no expense spared. So was the capital city of Arendir as humans stood next to elves to observe the procession, the monumental ceremony as Princess Maryann in the most sumptuous white wedding gown waved to the civilians as the Arendir's Grand Carriage made its way back to the Elven's palace. Prince Egalin stood beside her as he acknowledged the crowd gathered on either side of the cobblestone. Some whispered and some cheered out loud, but Egalin's charms certainly melt a lot of hearts among the young ladies. Confetti with the occasional roses and flowers seemed to rain down endlessly along the way as the envoy of Royal Guards and the escorts of Heidronmot finally reached its destination. The weather had been particularly kind as if to bestow its blessings to such a historic occasion. The ever so beautiful Lady Janna could be seen leading her new pet lamb alongside her sister, Girona as well as the mage leader Ultear and the trio of Paladin Knights into the Arendir's palace. King Elindor and the ageless Queen Llamiryl stood by the throne where the traditional Elven wedding ceremony would inaugurate. After the exchanges of vows, the young Royal couple stood on the balcony of the palace overlooking the people who came from near and afar just to be part of the joyous occasion. Princess Maryann could see that humans and elves stood side by side among crowds of thousands. Different races were brought together in harmony. Soon, more would be welcomed - in particular, the frequently misunderstood races from the North. The future queen would use her influence and charms to open the minds of her people to accept Xakath as a friend rather than a foe. If that doesn't work, well, she or any member of the Heidronmot could just pull something out from between their legs. All without war or bloodshed - literally. Surmise to say, it was for the good of the realm. The End