Witch World: #11 Arankants Temple

The would-be witchslayer felt the familiar clench that heralded an orgasm which would unleash another torrent of cum. He bent upwards and twitch after twitch coated Blue's mouth and throat with thick, sticky spunk. She seemed to enjoy it from how she was moaning around him. Even so, there was more fluid than she could handle and she had to release him, leaving the rest to pour over Red's body in slowly diminishing bursts. His impossibly thick, vein-laced pole remained hard even as his orgasm faded. If anything, it continued to grow as his dream body tried to get control of the situation.

Well lubricated now, Red's humping grew smoother, more decisive. Overwhelming sensations, to the point of verging on painful, crashed over him as the Witchlings simultaneously worshiped his tree-like manhood and tried to cow him into submission.

Blue resumed her fellatio with increasing tempo and ferocity. There had to be three feet of cock beyond the jiggling curve of Red's ass and Blue swallowed it over and over in cycles that had him seeing white as a second orgasm rocked his overtaxed body.

In that moment, Red leaned in to kiss him and his eyes met Blue's. All the memories she had passed to him connected them as if they had been partners for an age. She smiled and blushed as she wiped his seed off her face. All of a sudden, her being a Witchling was the furthest thing from his mind. Red, why he was there, and everything else just faded away, leaving her kneeling there next to him.

Flashes of an idyllic fantasy life made real surrounded the would-be witchslayer. His mind was filled with scenes like being woken by her mouth around him, eating her out as the day came to a close, or passionate lovemaking in a field during a picnic. He realized her could be content, living that way with her. A warmth suffused his body as the thought of proposing to her crossed his mind.

Yes, Seeker, I will be yours. I have waited for the day when all will be one once more.

A feeling like being covered in oil washed over him as the dream within a dream faded away. Splatters hit his legs and balls as Blue's form began to dissipate. Red sat back, once more pressing her ass to his massive fuck stick as a wave of Blue's essence washed over them both. They were sent flying as a lifetime of magic stored over an age took on a new form.

While he tumbled through the strange fluid, the image of Blue draping herself around his shoulders came to mind. All around him, her essence began to soak into him. His body began to buzz. Glowing blue lines carved themselves into his skin as he was filled with the power of the Witchling he had come to think of as a lover.

He felt a second cock growing in, rooting itself in his massive sac. His first shrank to only a foot long, as if he could only support some arbitrary total length between them. As his manhood changed, he felt hips widening as breasts budded on his chest. His hair, now blue, grew out to float around him. It seemed that, no matter what, a Witch's power pushed its wielder to the femme end of the spectrum. Even so, he was still ripped beyond all measure.

The endless ocean of Blue's essences began to dry up and Naleen found himself standing once more. Everything about him was bigger and stronger. Looking over his physique, he had to be over six feet tall now, with nearly every inch of his body sporting rippling muscle, even his womanly hips were taut with thick fiber. The only place where his flesh was pliable were his breasts which overflowed his huge hands and felt wonderful to the touch.

But he was not alone in becoming stronger. Standing nearby was Red and she was equally large, though in different ways. He could not believe how absolutely expansive her bustline was. They hung well past her equally absurd hips and curved out beyond her reach. Each breath set off a small earthquake of flesh. Despite how amazing her physical presence was, the most striking thing was her hair which was a cascade of red and blue squares long enough that it trailed behind her on the ground.

"We know how this is gonna end, Red. We're going to become one just like Blue and I did. So we can do this pleasurably, or we can do this the hard way."

"I will not lose to you."

"You won't, really. I can see what Blue knew. I know the three of you were once paet of Arankent, that you've searched forever for host that could endure you three coming together. It would seem that I am just what you were looking for."

Red rushed at him, faster than her bulk should have allowed. She knocked him down and they rolled on the floor of their shared dream. Somehow he ended up both on top of and inside her. His hands were sinking into boundless amounts of soft flesh while his other cock rubbed against the curve of her expansive ass. He expected her to fight him, to claw and bite and scream. Instead, she rolled them over so that she was on top and her massive mams settled on either side of him while her hands sunk into his own sensitive mounds of tit flesh.

"I will make you submit, Seeker."

She began to ride his first cock, his second trapped within the cum-slick crack of her ample butt. Even after being changed by Blue, the sensations from both being squeezed and rubbed were still overpowering after just having orgasmed. However, through the haze over-stimulation he dimly realized that his cocks were growing. Apparently it was not that his maximum size had been reduced, but that a foot long was now his baseline size while semi-erect. The stiffening seemed to blunt the extreme feeling and his mind began to clear as he grew longer, thicker, and more rigid.

Red's eyes went wide as she realized what was happening. She stopped pounding his pelvis, choosing to grind against him instead, and turned to reach behind her. He felt her searching for his hardening member in the depths of her ass, her fingers trying to part the sea of flesh. Eventually he was too big to miss and she grabbed hold of him with both hands.

When she somehow lifted herself to a squatting position, there was just enough of a gap between each of their tits that Naleen caught a glimpse of his cock. He could only gape at the size. He reached for it as she tried to angle his other cock so that it was pushing against her still massively oversized anus. Even as big as he was, his hands could not fully encircle his manhood. Against his thumbs, a vein two fingers wide pumped like mad. It snaked back and forth as it rose to vanish into Red with the rest of him.

Something about them shifted and he felt his other cock pushing against her puffy knot of butt muscles. His hands were on her hips in a flash. He knew this was his best shot at subduing Red and willed himself to grow into her even as he pulled down. The second cock responded to his desires as spongy flesh slowly slipped through an opening that felt like a clenched fist. His glans breached her entrance with a sudden surge of growth and then all bets were off as she collapsed down onto him, impaling her on two poles that were much larger than they had been just a moment ago. He could not fathom how she was fitting all of that cock inside her without breaking. Magic was truly remarkable.

Her body clenched and squirmed against his as she humped frantically, even as she was crushed by orgasm after body wracking orgasm. Her spasming muscles worked him mercilessly until he too was constantly shooting out loads of spunk. Red's stomach swelled, pushing outwards, even pushing aside her tits as she filled with seemingly endless semen from two sources, but this only seemed to please her more.

When her belly touched his, a warmth flared on her skin. A complex rune flared into life at the peak of her strained body and, in moments, her belly began to shrink as other parts of her grew instead. Her already impossible tits grew even larger, crushing him under pounds of cinnamon smelling flesh. Her stretched holes pulsed larger until they were just smaller than his twin dicks, letting his still flowing spunk begin to pour out. She began to fuck him coherently again, building a rhythm that had his consciousness fading as the over stimulation began to catch up with him.

Sure she was going to be the victor in their battle of bodies and wills, Naleen laid back to enjoy his end. Instead, Red froze suddenly as her entire body began to glow. A sound rose from her body, soft at first but growing to a scream that filled even the endless void. It was one word. Seeker.

Red collapsed onto him, at least as much as her insane body would allow. "I thought...I thought I had you." she gasped. "I did not expect your growth to be so powerful."

He reached up to her face and she nibbled his finger.

"Don't you lose to Green."

And then, like Blue, her body softened until she became a wave of pure magic. This time, though, he was the only recipient. In a tingling wave, he took in Red's power as well as what remained of Blue's with a feeling of affection for both of the Witchlings which surprised him. The duo had wormed their way into his heart in more ways than one. For better or worse, they were part of him now.

Naleen closed his eyes as tingling enveloped his body and when he opened them, he was standing once more before the shard deep in the temple. The would-be witchslayer was as naked as he had been inside the shard, but was back to a more rational size. Still, as he became more aware, it was obvious his body had been irrevocably changed by what had happened inside the shard.

His skin was now a pale purple and long hair that seemed to flicker between red and blue fell over his eyes and to his hips. Because of that, it was hard to tell how tall he was now. Taking stock of his new body with his hands, he caressed tits that he could just barely hug. They curved down along his torso, resting on a slight tummy mound. His nipples were each handfuls and they capped puffy aureole that rose several inches above the apex of his tits, almost boobs in their own right.

Shifting to look at the rest of his body set off a jiggling chain reaction which made it evident just how plush his body had become. Pushing against his belly, his fingers sank to their first knuckle before they hit a dense wall of muscle. Dragging his fingers down and around, he cupped an ass that was definitely reminiscent of Red and flowed down into thick thighs. His balls were each a little smaller than his both hands and they rubbed against what he discovered was a very engorged, very sensitive, pussy. The twin cocks remained, hanging on either side of his tight sack.

"I'm surprised it is you who returned, Seeker. I was certain my...siblings would do you in."

He turned to face Green who was floating above the ground behind him. She was huge in every sense of the word, filling the room with her now hulking body. A glowing emerald shard the size of a fist was embedded in her chest between what would have ample cleavage this morning but now seemed barely worth noting after Red's impossibly lush curves. Most notably was the cock which rivaled what his maximum size had been. She stroked the length with a wicked grin watching him with half closed eyes. Something about it made his knees go weak.

"I will give you my essence without question, Seeker, come! Drink! Worship me and I will make us complete."

His body moved on its own, the twin essences in his body being drawn to their third counterpart. He crawled to her feet and kissed them, then her calves and thighs before softly nipping at balls glowing with magic power. He pushed the Witchling back so that she was laying on the steps. He wrapped his gifts from Red around Green's pole and began to suck as Blue had. Feeling cock in his mouth felt weird but as Blue's memories were stirred by the action, it became almost an obsession. The feeling of glans against his tongue and the roof of his mouth made his body shudder.

Getting heated, his own cocks were swelling up, the impossible network of thick veins pumping to life to fill them with blood and magic. Surprisingly, his boobs also were engorging as veins became visible through his purple skin.

Seeing this, Green knocked him back and Naleen found himself on his back under a woman for a third time today. Green slammed her cock down on his chest and pinched his swollen aureole to pull his tits around it. Without warning she impaled herself on his twin dongs, but they seemed to be an after thought. Green wanted to fuck, not to be fucked.

The Witchling thrust her hips forward, shoving the tip of her cock down Naleen's throat. Red's desire took over and his hands began to massage the massive tool through breasts that were now much more wobbly than before. The grunts and groans of the dominating Witchling filled the room, creating their own lewd harmony with his moans.

Finally, with a swelling he felt through his tits, Green came in his mouth. Unlike his orgasms which had pulsed, hers was a continual flow of thick, minty fluid. Like with the others, memories flooded his mind. Enveloped in Green's quest to become a living creature, his tummy bulge grew taller, the soft flesh being forced out in all directions.

Green was not satisfied though as she slid off his engorged cocks and lifted his balls. The pressure of her trying to fit her fist sized head into him was unbearable for so many reasons he was not sure what to feel. When she pulled him to her and down her cock he was seized at once by his first vaginal orgasm.

And Green did not stop.

Her powerful body lifted him into the air, using gravity to shove further into him. She raised his entire form away from her pelvis and then once more pulled him to her. With each impact, he felt part of his mind shake loose. Things about where he came from and what he was doing. He let them go, let them be replaced with memories of being the fourth of Arankant's servants. The man he had been was a bitter fool who had wasted his life trying to kill gods.

He wrapped his arms around Green's neck and buried his face in her shoulder. His legs wrapped around her hips. The leverage let him help her thrusts, making each cycle harder, faster, and more intense. They were gasping now, their bodies slick with sweat and semen as they reached for the edge to throw themselves into eternity as one being. He clutched tight as another orgasm ripped through him. Green thrust up and began to throb.

"I love you." He whispered. "Each of you." The remaining Witchling grinned before she groaned and came for a second time. As her essence flowed in, Naleen ceased to be. Silver was born.

Blue had loved her since their first day together.

Red viewed her as a rival in combat and in love.

Green led their group both in play and at war.

She had been the center. The balance between Compassion, Power, and Intellect.

Together, they had been unstoppable as agents of Arankant's will. Their actions had kept alliances from breaking, had kept skirmishes from becoming wars. They were once guardians of peace among Witches, lost and forgotten in a senseless conflict. Abandoned by their creators, they stood vigil over the being they revered as mother. And now, they were one.

Silver dropped to her knees as Green's essence finished sinking into her. Tears streamed down her face. Even though the fusion was necessary. Even though her loves were not gone. It felt awful being alone after so long together.

Her unstable body from fusing with Red and Blue shifted as Green joined her life force. Steam rose from her skin as her power stabilized. The Witchling got to her feet and wiped the tears from her eyes. It time to finish what they had come to do.

She molded a new existence for herself, paying respect to each of her lifelong companions. Red's penchant for voluptuousness kept her body curvy, though it was tempered by Green's athleticism and height. Blue styled her face and hair, which shimmered like the rainbow as it grew shorter until it tickled her shoulder blades. Her own contribution, her ever present balance to them, hung to mid thigh and was as thick as her wrist. She moved her balls inside herself, leaving a smooth slope from her cock to her vulva as if her dick was a very overgrown clit. The rest of her genitalia flickered and shifted as multiple minds debated shape, but eventually settled as lips that were just visible over the mons.

With that settled, one thing remained. Arankant's power. It would be needed in the coming storm. They had been forged to house her prowess, should it come to pass that she fell, but there was no telling what would happen when they took the shard inside of themselves and were able to descend to her inner sanctum.

Silver brushed finger tip on the smooth surface of the floating stone and it rippled like water. Putting her lips to it, she drank deeply. Imperceptibly, the crystal shrank. Each second that passed filled her with more power and knowledge. The history of Witches opened before her as the wisdom of generations going back to the Goddess herself flowed into her veins.

My daughters.

The voice was as much in her head as everywhere around her.

I am proud of you to have come this far. You never did quite agree, but now you are what I envisioned you would be. I leave you my power, do as you see fit so long as you do not harm with intent to conquer. See the world, learn from its people, enrich the Divine.

The crystal fit in her palm now, continuing to shrink as it absorbed into her.

Farewell my daughters, go with my blessings. And my love.

Silver stepped on the the shard's platform and it sank down to Arankant's sanctum. She did not want to leave anything behind. There was the nagging feeling that someone else might come for what else lingered. As she descended, she realized she needed a real name and a title.

"What about...Silmera of the Spectrum?"