Rooms
Facilities for novices and wards of the temple (orphans, babies conceived from rituals the mother didn't wish to raise, and children given to the temple for various reasons)
-- Sleeping areas for both + nursery
-- communal eating area & kitchen
-- Bathing area (shared with acolytes)
-- classrooms
-- play area?
Area for treating sick and injured (include some things to show main character was recently treated?)
Oracle room for fortunetelling and scrying, second encounter with Kalene is here.
Servant/guard area. Should this even be accessible, or locked?
-- sleeping quarters
-- food storage and preperation
-- tools storage, armory, small smithy?
Guest rooms near the stairs up
Encounters
three doors in the main hallway locked with keys. MAtching symbol on lock and key.
bird tied to a post has a key, one solution for each route. Untie for normal, pull down for corrupt, and whistle to call it to you for divine. Too simple?
2nd Kalene encounter, builds upon what you chose in the first, and is a big plotdump, you learn the truth about Alexis' heritage and confront her about it. Get a key from her.
Korinna encounter. options to undo transformations. Maybe get rid of some corruption?
3rd key encounter. Big hostile. Minotaur?
Bottle of wine needed to supplant Lysandrim. Meet another god? Minor god of wine-making? After Kalene, knows your connection to Lysandrim. Only shows up if on the C or D route.huge main hall with large statue, large atrium leading to it with lots of plinths for ending doors to leave on other side. If on C/D you get taken to a different room, throne room.
storage room with shaft serving the underground kitchens. blocked exit to the outside
Library
water source/ritual room
Garden courtyard
servent stair matching one on 1st and second floors<<if $genF == false>>Letting her lead you over to the sitting area, Lamalliá guides you to a low, comfortably cushioned chair and gently pushes you down into it. Looking down at you she grins at you and says, "Now, let's see what we're working with." Kneeling between your legs, her nimble fingers briefly massage your groin through your clothing before shifting it aside to reveal your <<DickDesc>> dick, already erect in anticipation. <<if $dickS > 8>>Eyes wide with surprise, she exclaims, "Oh my! Quite the beast you've been hiding away. This could be a bit of a challenge..."
Trailing off as she continues to stare, she gives her head a small shake as if to clear it. Reaching out with one hand, she gently caresses your rigid member, giving it a few quick pumps before leaning in and licking the tip. Expertly twirling her tongue around the head, she starts working her way up and down the shaft, making loud slurping noises as she coats it in her saliva. Once she's thoroughly lubricated your dick, she looks up at you and grins while running her hand over your <<DickDesc>> cock a few more times, before lowering her head to your crotch and wrapping her lips around you.
Leaning back in your chair, you relax, enjoying the sensations of her mouth as she works her way down your shaft, carefully swallowing it bit by bit. Calmly breathing through her nose, her eyes gaze up at you as she reaches the halfway point, her throat visibly distending as it stretches to accommodate your <<DickDesc>> dick. Clutching the chair with one arm for support, she starts to pull back, her tongue caressing your shaft as her mouth retreats to the tip, then moves forward again, her head slowly bobbing back and forth on your cock. Wet, muffled mouth sounds start to fill the room as she slowly increases her pace, taking you in a little deeper each time as her throat adjusts to your size. Stroking the side of her head, you let out a pleased groan as she makes her way down to the base, then, with one final push, swallows it whole.
She pauses for several moments, face buried in your crotch, eyes still gazing up at you. Just as you start to feel a twinge of impatience she begins moving again, quickly sliding up and down on your cock while her mouth and throat expertly massage it. Under her skillful technique, you soon start to feel the first signs of an impending orgasm build, and closing your eyes for a moment you luxuriate in the exquisite feelings of her mouth wrapped around you. It doesn't take long before the sensations reach a crescendo, and just as you sense yourself start to peak, you clamp your hands firmly around her head, pulling her against you as you erupt inside her throat, sending wave after wave of your thick seed directly into her stomach. Her eyes bulge slightly in surprise at your brusque handling, but she obediently stays still, muffled swallowing sounds emanating from her throat as she continues staring directly up into your eyes.
As the tide of your orgasm slowly starts to abate, she reaches up and starts gently but firmly massaging your ballsack, drawing back and sucking forcefully on the tip of your cock at the same time, deftly extracting every last drop of cum from you. When you're finally spent, she pulls back, letting go of your cock with a loud pop and taking a deep breath before smiling up at you with a satisfied look on her flushed face. Rising to her feet, she takes a moment to adjust her clothing and hair, then says, "Well, that was certainly a workout, I don't think my jaw has ever felt this tired. But I imagine you're feeling much better, right?" You do feel surprisingly refreshed and alert, underneath the lingering post-sex glow; it seems that it was more than just an ordinary blowjob.
Continuing, she says, "I suppose you'll need to get on with your trial thingy. Now that we've cured your shyness, don't be a stranger once you've finished, I'll be happy to do your hair any time you want. Oh, the other acolytes are going to be //so// jealous when I tell them!" With a giggle, she strolls over to a pile of cushions with a distinct spring to her step, and flops down onto them, giving you a small wave. Rising, you return the wave and head towards the door. Before you reach it, however, the distinct sounds of a woman's moans drift back from around the corner.<<elseif $dickS > 4 and $dickS < 9>>Eyeing it appreciatively, she says, "A reasonable size."
Reaching out with one hand, she gently caresses your rigid member, giving it a few quick pumps before leaning in and licking the tip. Expertly twirling her tongue around the head, she starts working her way up and down the shaft, making loud slurping noises as she coats it in her saliva. Once she's thoroughly lubricated your dick, she looks up at you and grins while running her hand over your <<DickDesc>> cock a few more times, before lowering her head to your crotch and wrapping her lips around you.
Leaning back in your chair you relax, enjoying the sensations of her mouth as she starts to work her way down your shaft, expertly swallowing it at a steady pace. Calmly breathing through her nose, her eyes gaze up at you as she reaches the base, throat bulging slightly as it engulfs your <<DickDesc>> dick. Pulling back, her tongue caresses your shaft as her mouth retreats to the tip, then moves forward again, her head slowly bobbing back and forth on your cock. Wet sounds and muffled groans start to fill the room as she slowly increases her pace, taking you in a little faster each time as her throat adjusts to you. Stroking the side of her head, you let out a pleased groan as she starts to hit her stride, moving at a smooth, brisk pace.
Under her skillful technique you soon start to feel the first signs of an impending orgasm build, and, closing your eyes for a moment, you luxuriate in the feeling of her soft mouth wrapped around you. Apparently sensing your building climax as well, she speeds up, quickly sliding up and down on your cock while her mouth and throat expertly massage it. It doesn't take long before the sensations reach a crescendo, and just as you sense yourself start to peak you clamp your hands firmly around her head, holding her in place as you erupt inside her mouth, sending your seed down her throat. Lamalliá seems unperturbed by your sudden orgasm, and obligingly swallows all of your cum, making loud gulping sounds as she continues staring directly up into your eyes.
As the tide of your orgasm slowly starts to abate, she reaches up and starts gently but firmly massaging your ballsack, at the same time drawing back a bit and sucking forcefully on the tip of your cock, deftly extracting every last drop of cum from you. When you're finally spent, she pulls back, letting go of your cock with a loud pop and taking a deep breath before smiling up at you with a satisfied look on her face. Rising to her feet, she takes a moment to adjust her clothing and hair, and then says, "Well then, I expect you're feeling much better now, right?" You do feel surprisingly refreshed and alert underneath the lingering post-sex glow; it seems that it was more than just an ordinary blowjob.
Continuing, she says, "I suppose you'll need to get on with your trial thingy. Well, now that we've cured your shyness, don't be a stranger once you've finished, I'll be happy to do your hair any time you want. Oh, the other acolytes are going to be //so// jealous when I tell them!" With a giggle, she strolls over to a pile of cushions with a distinct spring to her step, and flops down onto them, giving you a small wave. Rising, you return the wave, and head towards the door.<<elseif $dickS < 5>>You brace yourself for a comment about your diminished size, or a disappointed look, but to your surprise, she gives a delighted gasp, and practically squeals, "It's so cuuuute!<<if $fem > 2>> I had a feeling when I saw that pretty face of yours, but I hardly dared to hope."<<else>>"<</if>> In a more normal tone she continues, "All the men around here always seem to be at least average or larger, or they travel here to try to get a bigger one, so I hardly ever get to see a cutie like this. I guess when it comes to their realm, fertility gods just don't appreciate that some of us prefer them small and comfortable."
You feel a bit flummoxed as your entire worldview crumbles around you. You and the other village boys had always just assumed that bigger was better whenever you got to talking about it. It actually makes you feel somewhat better about your current predicament and all the changes to your body that seem to be sprung on you at every turn. Your thoughts are cut short, however, by an extremely pleasant, sensation emanating from your groin, and you realize that she's already buried her face in your groin and is happily sucking away on your <<DickDesc>> shaft.
Taking in the entire thing with no trouble, Lamalliá is making enthusiastic wet sounds as she bobs up and down on your cock. After several long moments, however, she pulls away and stands, smiling coyly at the look of disappointment on your face, before reaching up and unclasping her chiton, letting it fall to the floor. She pauses briefly, allowing you a good long look at her nude figure, then climbs onto your lap, straddling you. Grinning down at you, she brings one hand up to cup your face before leaning in and gently kissing you. Meanwhile, her other hand has wrapped around your dick, holding it in place while she lowers her hips down around it. When she's made certain she's lined up correctly, she slides onto it abruptly, her already well-lubricated vagina easily accommodating your entire length. She gives a small, muffled gasp against you as your bodies meet, but continues working her lips against yours.
A few moments later she starts to move, just grinding her hips in circular motions against yours at first, then after a minute shifting to riding atop you energetically. Wanting to take a more active role in things, you reach around her and grasp her ass firmly with both hands, squeezing her pleasingly soft flesh between your fingers as you start working your hips against hers. A delighted groan escapes her, and she breaks the kiss to wrap both her arms around your neck and pull you tightly against her. Her breathing gradually turns ragged with desire, and the pace of her movements grows frantic against you. You can feel an orgasm start to build, but before it has a chance, Lamalliá goes rigid, tightening her grip on you and crying out passionately. The sensation of her tight pussy clenching around you is nearly enough to send you over the precipice, but at the last moment, she slides off you and down onto the floor. Feeling incredibly frustrated at this sudden stop, you open your mouth to protest, but the feeling of her mouth wrapping around your engorged dick once more quickly assuages you. Her lips barely need to touch you before your climax hits, and you sigh in relief as your seed spurts into her mouth.
As the surge of your orgasm starts to abate, she reaches up and starts gently but firmly massaging your ballsack, at the same time drawing back a bit and sucking forcefully on the tip of your cock, deftly extracting every last drop of cum from you. When you're finally spent, she pulls back and adjusts your clothing before smiling up at you with a satisfied look on her face. Rising to her feet, she takes a moment to pull on her chiton and fix her hair, saying, "Well then, I expect you're feeling much better now, right?" You do feel surprisingly refreshed and alert underneath the lingering post-sex glow. Continuing, she says, "I suppose you'll need to get on with your trial thingy. Well, now that we've hopefully cured your shyness, don't be a stranger once you've finished, I'll be happy to help you with your hair, or anything else, any time you want. Oh, the other acolytes are going to be //so// jealous when I tell them!" With a giggle, she strolls over to a pile of cushions with a distinct spring to her step, and flops down onto them, giving you a small wave. Rising, you return the wave and head towards the door.<</if>><<elseif $genF == true>>Letting her lead you over to the sitting area, Lamalliá guides you to a low, comfortably cushioned chair and gently pushes you down into it. Looking down at you she grins at you and says, "Now, let's see what we're working with." Kneeling between your legs, her nimble fingers briefly massage your groin through your clothing before shifting it aside to reveal your <<VagDesc>> slit. Eyes glinting mischievously, she exclaims, "Oh my! Quite the pretty kitty you have here. Though I suppose you haven't had much chance to break it in yet."
Chuckling to herself, she reaches in with one hand and starts gently caressing your pussy, brushing her fingers over it a few times before leaning in and running her tongue over it. Shivering at the pleasant sensations working their way up you, you arch your back and push your hips out slightly. Expertly twirling her tongue around the nub at the top a few times, she starts working her way up and down the vulva, making loud slurping noises as she coats it in her saliva. Once she's thoroughly lubricated your lips, she looks up at you and grins while wrapping her hands around your legs, before lowering her head to your crotch and diving in.
Leaning back in your chair you relax, enjoying the sensations of her tongue wriggling inside you as she works her mouth against you. Calmly breathing through her nose, her eyes gaze up at you as she makes exaggerated swallowing sounds, her throat visibly distending as she gulps down the juices that have started to seep out. Wet, muffled mouth sounds start to fill the room as she slowly increases her pace, mouth movements growing larger and more exaggerated. Stroking the side of her head, you let out a pleased groan as she eats you out, waves of pleasure washing through you.
She pauses for several moments, face buried in your crotch, eyes still gazing up at you. Just as you start to feel a twinge of impatience she begins moving again, tongue expertly massaging your folds as it slips in and out. Under her skillful technique, you soon start to feel the signs of an impending orgasm build, and closing your eyes for a moment you luxuriate in the exquisite feelings of her mouth wrapped around you. It doesn't take long before the sensations reach a crescendo, and just as you sense yourself start to peak, you clamp your hands firmly around her head, pulling her against you as you erupt against her, sending a fresh wave of your juices down her throat. Her eyes widen and she makes a muffled sound of surprise, but quickly recovers, easily swallowing everything as she continues staring directly up into your eyes.
As the tide of your orgasm starts to abate, she pulls back, taking a deep breath before smiling up at you with a satisfied look on her flushed face. Rising to her feet, she takes a moment to adjust her clothing and hair, then says, "Well, I imagine you're feeling much better, right?" You do feel surprisingly refreshed and alert, underneath the lingering post-sex glow; it seems that it was more than just an ordinary blowjob. Continuing, she says, "I suppose you need to get on with your trial thingy. Now that we've cured your shyness, don't be a stranger once you've finished, I'll be happy to do your hair any time you want. Oh, the other acolytes are going to be //so// jealous when I tell them!" With a giggle, she strolls over to a pile of cushions and flops down onto them, giving you a small wave. Rising, you return the wave and head towards the door.<</if>>
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[[Leave|Acolyte Cafeteria]]!!@@.blue;Acolyte Cafeteria@@
A modestly-sized room, packed with long, low tables and benches. Not much of note catches your eye, it appears to be an ordinary dining room. A doorway to the south looks to lead to a small kitchen, there is also a plain wooden door to the east, and the set of doors in the north wall that lead back to the common area.
[[(N)Doors to the common room|Temple Commons]]
<<if visited("Acolyte Rejection")>>[[(E)Door to dormitory|Acolyte Redux]]<<elseif visited("Acolyte Blowjob") or visited("Acolyte Redux")>>[[(E)Door to dormitory|Acolyte Dorm]]<<elseif visited("Acolyte Refusal")>>[[(E)Door to dormitory|Acolyte Return]]<<else>>[[(E)Simple door|Acolyte Encounter]]<</if>>
[[(S)Doorway to the kitchen|Acolyte Kitchen]]!!@@.blue;Acolyte Dormitory@@
You find yourself in a large L-shaped room, occupied by several dozen beds lining the walls. Braziers set atop natural marble pillars jutting out from the walls provide adequate lighting. This is probably where the acolytes sleep if you had to guess. Turning the corner, one small section of the room is occupied by a hodgepodge of stools, cushions, some simple carpets, and a few low tables and chairs. Another area has several tables holding clay jars and pots, along with various brushes and polished copper mirrors. Nothing else of interest catches your eye.
[[Leave|Acolyte Cafeteria]]Stepping through the door you find yourself in a long room lined with simple wood-framed beds. A small chest sits at the foot of each bed, and angular stone pillars jut out from the walls bearing braziers. The room opens up on the right towards the end, making an L shape. You start moving towards the back to see the rest of the room when from around the corner a woman's voice says, <<if visited("Acolyte Encounter") > 1>>"Again? Why does everybody keep disappearing"<<else>>"Euthalia? Where did she...?"<</if>> Deciding that caution is probably the wisest move, you creep up to the corner, and, hugging the right wall closely, peek around it.
Most of the alcove is take up by several tables littered with mirrors, various small pots and jars, and other small objects, with one corner filled with various mismatched chairs, cushions, rugs, and low tables. Sitting in one of the chairs is a woman, presumably the same one you just heard. Facing away from you for the moment, she seems like an ordinary young woman, though it's a bit hard to be certain without seeing her face. She appears to be wearing a simple brown peplos, the shoulders clasped with peronai shaped like olive branches, which you believe is what temple acolytes usually wear, from the times you've glimpsed one around the village. The only other thing you can get a good look at is her long, brown hair, which is currently done up in an impressively intricate braided chignon.
She seems benign, but can you trust appearances here?
[[Step out and announce yourself|Curious Acolyte]]
[[Quietly withdraw|Acolyte Cafeteria]]Leading you over to the nearby tables, she gestures to the stools in front of them and tells you to sit. Taking a seat on one, you wonder what you've gotten yourself into. Coming up behind you, Lamalliá runs a finger over your scalp and murmurs to herself, "<<if $hairL is 0>>Hmmm, not really enough here to do anything with right now.<<else>>Hmmm, you've already got some length to work with, but still...<</if>>"
She moves around to look at your head from different angles before pulling away, saying, "Okay, so, between all the salves and creams and other things here I can make your hair as long or as short as you'd like, I can curl or straighten it, and I can make it any style you can name, so long as you've got the length for it, of course." Your surprise that you get to choose must be showing, because she adds, "Oh, but if you try to get smart and say you don't want to change anything, then I might just take matters into my own hands."
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[[Finish|Haircut Complete]]!!@@.blue;Acolyte Kitchen@@
Walking into the small kitchen, you glance about briefly. The room is somewhat cramped, with several clay ovens occupying one wall, a few stone stoves take up another, with most of the rest of the space taken up by cluttered tables, barrels, and crates. There is a curious lack of any sharp implements of any kind. Glancing around, there doesn't appear to be much else to see here.
[[Leave|Acolyte Cafeteria]]<<if visited("Acolyte Return")>>This time Lamalliá is preening herself at one of the tables, and as you approach from behind she calls out, "Are you shy, or just incapable of making up your mind? Or perhaps you think it becoming to play hard to get?" Turning, she gives you an amused yet exasperated look, before shaking her head and standing up. Striding over she grabs you by the hand, saying, "Well, not that I mind, I rather like the shy ones."<<else>>Stepping back into the acolyte's dormitory, nothing has changed. Beds still line the walls in varying states of disarray, with chests lined up neatly at their feet. You see that Lamalliá is still here, preening herself at one of the tables. She looks up as you approach, saying, "You know it's quite odd to just have all the people in a room vanish and then reappear whenever you enter and exit. Changed your mind about my help, then?" Not bothering to wait for a reply, she stands up and grabs you by the hand.<</if>>
<<if $genF is false>>Letting her lead you over to the sitting area, Lamalliá guides you to a low, comfortably cushioned chair and gently pushes you down into it. Looking down at you she grins at you and says, "Now, let's see what we're working with." Kneeling between your legs, her nimble fingers briefly massage your groin through your clothing before shifting it aside to reveal your <<DickDesc>> dick, already erect in anticipation. <<if $dickS > 8>>Eyes wide with surprise, she exclaims, "Oh my! Quite the beast you've been hiding away. This could be a bit of a challenge..."
Trailing off as she continues to stare, she gives her head a small shake as if to clear it. Reaching out with one hand, she gently caresses your rigid member, giving it a few quick pumps before leaning in and licking the tip. Expertly twirling her tongue around the head, she starts working her way up and down the shaft, making loud slurping noises as she coats it in her saliva. Once she's thoroughly lubricated your dick, she looks up at you and grins while running her hand over your <<DickDesc>> cock a few more times, before lowering her head to your crotch and wrapping her lips around you.
Leaning back in your chair, you relax, enjoying the sensations of her mouth as she works her way down your shaft, carefully swallowing it bit by bit. Calmly breathing through her nose, her eyes gaze up at you as she reaches the halfway point, her throat visibly distending as it stretches to accommodate your <<DickDesc>> dick. Clutching the chair with one arm for support, she starts to pull back, her tongue caressing your shaft as her mouth retreats to the tip, then moves forward again, her head slowly bobbing back and forth on your cock. Wet, muffled mouth sounds start to fill the room as she slowly increases her pace, taking you in a little deeper each time as her throat adjusts to your size. Stroking the side of her head, you let out a pleased groan as she makes her way down to the base, then, with one final push, swallows it whole.
She pauses for several moments, face buried in your crotch, eyes still gazing up at you. Just as you start to feel a twinge of impatience she begins moving again, quickly sliding up and down on your cock while her mouth and throat expertly massage it. Under her skillful technique, you soon start to feel the first signs of an impending orgasm build, and closing your eyes for a moment you luxuriate in the exquisite feelings of her mouth wrapped around you. It doesn't take long before the sensations reach a crescendo, and just as you sense yourself start to peak, you clamp your hands firmly around her head, pulling her against you as you erupt inside her throat, sending wave after wave of your thick seed directly into her stomach. Her eyes bulge slightly in surprise at your brusque handling, but she obediently stays still, muffled swallowing sounds emanating from her throat as she continues staring directly up into your eyes.
As the tide of your orgasm slowly starts to abate, she reaches up and starts gently but firmly massaging your ballsack, drawing back and sucking forcefully on the tip of your cock at the same time, deftly extracting every last drop of cum from you. When you're finally spent, she pulls back, letting go of your cock with a loud pop and taking a deep breath before smiling up at you with a satisfied look on her flushed face. Rising to her feet, she takes a moment to adjust her clothing and hair, then says, "Well, that was certainly a workout, I don't think my jaw has ever felt this tired. But I imagine you're feeling much better, right?" You do feel surprisingly refreshed and alert, underneath the lingering post-sex glow; it seems that it was more than just an ordinary blowjob.
Continuing, she says, "I suppose you need to get on with your trial thingy. Now that we've cured your shyness, don't be a stranger once you've finished, I'll be happy to do your hair any time you want. Ah, the other acolytes are going to be so jealous when I tell them." With a giggle, she strolls over to a pile of cushions with a distinct spring to her step, and flops down onto them, giving you a small wave. Rising, you return the wave and head towards the door. Before you reach it, however, the distinct sounds of a woman's moans drift back from around the corner.<<elseif $dickS > 4 and $dickS < 9>>Eyeing it appreciatively, she says, "A reasonable size."
Reaching out with one hand, she gently caresses your rigid member, giving it a few quick pumps before leaning in and licking the tip. Expertly twirling her tongue around the head, she starts working her way up and down the shaft, making loud slurping noises as she coats it in her saliva. Once she's thoroughly lubricated your dick, she looks up at you and grins while running her hand over your <<DickDesc>> cock a few more times, before lowering her head to your crotch and wrapping her lips around you.
Leaning back in your chair you relax, enjoying the sensations of her mouth as she starts to work her way down your shaft, expertly swallowing it at a steady pace. Calmly breathing through her nose, her eyes gaze up at you as she reaches the base, throat bulging slightly as it engulfs your <<DickDesc>> dick. Pulling back, her tongue caresses your shaft as her mouth retreats to the tip, then moves forward again, her head slowly bobbing back and forth on your cock. Wet sounds and muffled groans start to fill the room as she slowly increases her pace, taking you in a little faster each time as her throat adjusts to you. Stroking the side of her head, you let out a pleased groan as she starts to hit her stride, moving at a smooth, brisk pace.
Under her skillful technique you soon start to feel the first signs of an impending orgasm build, and, closing your eyes for a moment, you luxuriate in the feeling of her soft mouth wrapped around you. Apparently sensing your building climax as well, she speeds up, quickly sliding up and down on your cock while her mouth and throat expertly massage it. It doesn't take long before the sensations reach a crescendo, and just as you sense yourself start to peak you clamp your hands firmly around her head, holding her in place as you erupt inside her mouth, sending your seed down her throat. Lamalliá seems unperturbed by your sudden orgasm, and obligingly swallows all of your cum, making loud gulping sounds as she continues staring directly up into your eyes.
As the tide of your orgasm slowly starts to abate, she reaches up and starts gently but firmly massaging your ballsack, at the same time drawing back a bit and sucking forcefully on the tip of your cock, deftly extracting every last drop of cum from you. When you're finally spent, she pulls back, letting go of your cock with a loud pop and taking a deep breath before smiling up at you with a satisfied look on her face. Rising to her feet, she takes a moment to adjust her clothing and hair, and then says, "Well then, I expect you're feeling much better now, right?" You do feel surprisingly refreshed and alert underneath the lingering post-sex glow; it seems that it was more than just an ordinary blowjob.
Continuing, she says, "I suppose you'll need to get on with your trial thingy. Well, now that we've cured your shyness, don't be a stranger once you've finished, I'll be happy to do your hair any time you want. Oh, the other acolytes are going to be so jealous when I tell them." With a giggle, she strolls over to a pile of cushions with a distinct spring to her step, and flops down onto them, giving you a small wave. Rising, you return the wave, and head towards the door.<<elseif $dickS < 5>>You brace yourself for a comment about your diminished size, or a disappointed look, but to your surprise, she gives a delighted gasp, and practically squeals, "It's so cuuuute!<<if $fem > 2>> I had a feeling when I saw that pretty face of yours, but I hardly dared to hope."<<else>>"<</if>> In a more normal tone she continues, "All the men around here always seem to be at least average or larger, or they travel here to try to get a bigger one, so I hardly ever get to see a cutie like this. I guess when it comes to their realm, fertility gods just don't appreciate that some of us prefer them small and comfortable."
You feel a bit flummoxed as your entire worldview crumbles around you. You and the other village boys had always just assumed that bigger was better whenever you got to talking about it. It makes you feel somewhat better about your current predicament and all the changes to your body that seem to be sprung on you at every turn. Your thoughts are cut short, however, by an extremely pleasant, sensation emanating from your groin, and you realize that she's already buried her face in your groin and is happily sucking away on your <<DickDesc>> shaft.
Taking in the entire thing with no trouble, Lamalliá is making enthusiastic wet sounds as she bobs up and down on your cock. After several long moments, however, she pulls away and stands, smiling coyly at the look of disappointment on your face, before reaching up and unclasping her chiton, letting it fall to the floor. She pauses briefly, allowing you a good long look at her nude figure, then climbs onto your lap, straddling you. Grinning down at you, she brings one hand up to cup your face before leaning in and gently kissing you. Meanwhile, her other hand has wrapped around your dick, holding it in place while she lowers her hips down around it. When she's made certain she's lined up correctly, she slides onto it abruptly, her already well-lubricated vagina easily accommodating your entire length. She gives a small, muffled gasp against you as your bodies meet, but continues working her lips against yours.
A few moments later she starts to move, just grinding her hips in circular motions against yours at first, then after a minute shifting to riding atop you energetically. Wanting to take a more active role in things, you reach around her and grasp her ass firmly with both hands, squeezing her pleasingly soft flesh between your fingers as you start working your hips against hers. A delighted groan escapes her, and she breaks the kiss to wrap both her arms around your neck and pull you tightly against her. Her breathing gradually turns ragged with desire, and the pace of her movements grows frantic against you. You can feel an orgasm start to build, but before it has a chance, Lamalliá goes rigid, tightening her grip on you and crying out passionately. The sensation of her tight pussy clenching around you is nearly enough to send you over the precipice, but at the last moment, she slides off you and down onto the floor. Feeling incredibly frustrated at this sudden stop, you open your mouth to protest, but the feeling of her mouth wrapping around your engorged dick once more quickly assuages you. Her lips barely need to touch you before your climax hits, and you sigh in relief as your seed spurts into her mouth.
As the surge of your orgasm starts to abate, she reaches up and starts gently but firmly massaging your ballsack, at the same time drawing back a bit and sucking forcefully on the tip of your cock, deftly extracting every last drop of cum from you. When you're finally spent, she pulls back and adjusts your clothing before smiling up at you with a satisfied look on her face. Rising to her feet, she takes a moment to pull on her chiton and fix her hair, saying, "Well then, I expect you're feeling much better now, right?" You do feel surprisingly refreshed and alert underneath the lingering post-sex glow. Continuing, she says "I suppose you need to get on with your trial thingy. Well, now that we've hopefully cured your shyness, don't be a stranger once you've finished, I'll be happy to help you with your hair, or anything else, any time you want. Oh, the other acolytes are going to be //so// jealous when I tell them." With a giggle, she strolls over to a pile of cushions with a distinct spring to her step, and flops down onto them, giving you a small wave. Rising, you return the wave and head towards the door.<</if>><<else>>Letting her lead you over to the sitting area, Lamalliá guides you to a low, comfortably cushioned chair and gently pushes you down into it. Looking down at you she grins at you and says, "Now, let's see what we're working with." Kneeling between your legs, her nimble fingers briefly massage your groin through your clothing before shifting it aside to reveal your <<VagDesc>> slit. Eyes glinting mischievously, she exclaims, "Oh my! Quite the pretty kitty you have here. Though I suppose you haven't had much chance to break it in yet."
Chuckling to herself, she reaches in with one hand and starts gently caressing your pussy, brushing her fingers over it a few times before leaning in and running her tongue over it. Shivering at the pleasant sensations working their way up you, you arch your back and push your hips out slightly. Expertly twirling her tongue around the nub at the top a few times, she starts working her way up and down the vulva, making loud slurping noises as she coats it in her saliva. Once she's thoroughly lubricated your lips, she looks up at you and grins while wrapping her hands around your legs, before lowering her head to your crotch and diving in.
Leaning back in your chair you relax, enjoying the sensations of her tongue wriggling inside you as she works her mouth against you. Calmly breathing through her nose, her eyes gaze up at you as she makes exaggerated swallowing sounds, her throat visibly distending as she gulps down the juices that have started to seep out. Wet, muffled mouth sounds start to fill the room as she slowly increases her pace, mouth movements growing larger and more exaggerated. Stroking the side of her head, you let out a pleased groan as she eats you out, waves of pleasure washing through you.
She pauses for several moments, face buried in your crotch, eyes still gazing up at you. Just as you start to feel a twinge of impatience she begins moving again, tongue expertly massaging your folds as it slips in and out. Under her skillful technique, you soon start to feel the signs of an impending orgasm build, and closing your eyes for a moment you luxuriate in the exquisite feelings of her mouth wrapped around you. It doesn't take long before the sensations reach a crescendo, and just as you sense yourself start to peak, you clamp your hands firmly around her head, pulling her against you as you erupt against her, sending a fresh wave of your juices down her throat. Her eyes widen and she makes a muffled sound of surprise, but quickly recovers, easily swallowing everything as she continues staring directly up into your eyes.
As the tide of your orgasm starts to abate, she pulls back, taking a deep breath before smiling up at you with a satisfied look on her flushed face. Rising to her feet, she takes a moment to adjust her clothing and hair, then says, "Well, I imagine you're feeling much better, right?" You do feel surprisingly refreshed and alert, underneath the lingering post-sex glow; it seems that it was more than just an ordinary blowjob. Continuing, she says, "I suppose you need to get on with your trial thingy. Now that we've cured your shyness, don't be a stranger once you've finished, I'll be happy to do your hair any time you want. Oh, the other acolytes are going to be //so// jealous when I tell them!" With a giggle, she strolls over to a pile of cushions and flops down onto them, giving you a small wave. Rising, you return the wave and head towards the door.<</if>>
<<modlus -50>>
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<<modlew 1>>\
[[Leave|Acolyte Cafeteria]]Deciding that you just don't have the time to waste, you politely refuse Lamalliá's offer. Looking disappointed, her pout returns, and she says "Fine, be a stick in the mud, I'm starting to understand why you're never at the temple I think. Well, if you change your mind, I'll still be around here for a little while, assuming that's how this stupid trial thing works." With that, she turns on her heel and sits back down in a chair, ignoring you. Shrugging, you turn around and walk out of the dormitory.
[[Return|Acolyte Cafeteria]]Pulling your hand from hers, you shake your head and thank her, telling her the haircut was more than enough. Turning towards you in surprise, she asks "Really? Are you sure? I did agree to help you in return, remember?" You nod and assure her it's fine. Looking somewhat disappointed, Lamalliá sighs <<if $genF is false>>and cocks her head at you, staring suspiciously as she asks "Are you sure you don't like boys? Not many men would turn down a favor offered by an acolyte of Lysandrim."<<else>>and leans in, a coy smile on her face as she says "I hope you're not doing this because you're feeling uncomfortable in that body. I could help you with that."<</if>> Mirroring her sigh, you roll your eyes and turn to leave.
Calling out from behind you, she says "I'll be around here a little longer if you change your mind<<if visited("Acolyte Return")>>, again!<<else>>!<</if>>
[[Leave|Acolyte Cafeteria]]Stepping back into the acolyte's dormitory, nothing has changed. Beds still line the walls in varying states of disarray, with chests lined up neatly at their feet. Walking around the corner, you see that Lamalliá is still here, reclining in a chair and contemplating a petteia board. Without turning around, she says, "You know, it's really quite unsettling, having everyone around you vanish in the time it takes to blink."
Turning in her chair to look at you, she smiles brightly, saying, "But it also means that I get play with some new hair." Rising from her seat, she walks over to you and, without a word, grabs your hand, pulling you over to the nearby tables. You start to protest, but she cuts you off, saying, "You either came here for my offer of help or are wandering about like a lost sheep, either way, you clearly have time for me to do your hair." Closing your mouth, you decide to let her guide you over to a chair.
[[Get your hair styled|Acolyte Hairstyling]]<<modfat 20>>\
Charging forward suddenly, you hope that speed and momentum will take him by surprise. Unfortunately, it seems that he was actually expecting this, as he pivots sharply at the last second and uses the shaft of his spear like a staff to give you a hard shove as you pass by, sending you sprawling. <<if $fat >= 100 and $genF == false>>As you exhaustedly try to struggle to your feet, you just have time to see the butt of his spear whistling towards you before it slams into your head, knocking you out cold.
[[Next|Guard Fail]]<<elseif $fat >= 100 and $genF == true>>As you exhaustedly try to struggle to your feet, he pushes you back down to the floor and lowers himself on top of you, pinning you down.
[[Next|Guard Rape]]<<else>>You manage to roll out of the way as he goes for a follow-up blow with the butt of his spear, and scramble to your feet and away from him. Your fall on the hard stone floor was not a gentle one, and you'll probably have some bruises to show for it later, but at least you're a little closer to the doors now.
<<modfgt 1>>
Cautious now, you try to edge around him towards the doors while staying just out of easy striking range. Seeing that you're not going to make any more hasty moves against him, he steps forwards and starts to take a horizontal swing at you with the butt of his spear from the direction of the door, clearly trying to push you away from it.
[[Attempt to catch it|Spear Struggle]]
[[Dodge into the blow|Spear Dodge]]
[[Move in to grapple|Grapple Guard]]<</if>><<if $portraits == true>><img src="img/Akakios.png"/><</if>>\
Your youngest sibling and Korinna's twin, Akakios, is currently being educated at the temple. The villagers have some misgivings about him due to his standoffish attitude and bad relationship with the village children growing up. Due to your utter lack of involvement in the temple, an inordinate amount of pressure has fallen on him from your parents as their only other son to make up for it, although they differ on how. Your father hopes to train him as a guard, while your mother expects him to become an acolyte, or perhaps even a priest. You'd say your mother is currently in the lead since Akakios' slender build and sharp attitude would make him a bad fit for a guard.
Your relationship with Akakios has been bad from the start. Ever since he was old enough to understand why your parents had him under so much pressure he's been bitter towards you; which isn't helped by the overt displays of affection your mother showers you with. His overly slim body and special place at the temple worked to separate him from the other village children and isolate him further, which has only increased his bitterness. He avoids being in the village as much as possible, to avoid the other children's scorn and taunts. You've tried to avoid antagonizing him, but you don't see much more you could do to improve relations; every attempt you've made to reach out has been met with sullen silence or sarcasm. All this has left him with a somewhat sour personality, and while he usually manages to maintain civility with adults no one would accuse him of being charming. You're worried about how things may turn out if they continue like this, and you've considered trying to take your concerns to your parents. However, you're not certain that they could separate themselves enough from the temple to see the situation clearly from the outside, or how they'd take that from you.
He's 18 years old, 5'4" tall, and weighs around 160 pounds. He's slightly small for his age, which is further emphasized by his slenderness. He has short black hair that reaches his neck. Long-lashed brown eyes, and a face that takes after your mother give him a slightly girlish look, although your father has assured him that he'll grow out of it. He spends far more time in the temple than you did, so he's nearly as pale as your sisters, although some light physical training with your father has left him a few shades darker.
He's probably a virgin. While it's common for boys his age to be sexually active in a temple of Lysandrim, he's never shown interest in girls that you've seen, and his prickly personality would probably preempt any girls from trying to seduce him. Although it's not impossible.
[[Return|$return]]!!@@.blue;Stairway Antechamber@@
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[[Return to the previous room and continue playing|Meeting Corridor]]!!@@.blue;Apothecary@@
As you enter the room, the pungent scents of a multitude of herbs assault your nostrils. Tall braziers stand in the corners of the room, casting adequate light to see by. Looking around you see several long worktables strewn with a variety of jars, bottles, boxes, and other odds and ends. Bundles of dried herbs hang from the ceiling, and several massive bronze cauldrons sit on low stone stoves against the back wall. A few smaller cauldrons on high stoves sit next to tables against the west wall. One appears to have been recently used, as a few cinders still glow faintly, and the table nearest to it holds several empty containers and some parchment scrolls on it.
The east wall is taken up almost entirely by a massive set of stone shelves holding a variety of bottles and jars neatly lined up in rows, each section holding a particular style of container distinct from those on the other sections. You see no symbols or labels with which to identify them. It's possible something useful to you might be present, but you have no idea how to go about figuring out what anything does, or how to find anything. The only doors are the one you entered by and a door of plain wood set in the corner of the back wall.
[[Examine the recently used worktable|Apothecary Table]]
<<if visited("Apothecary Storeroom")>>[[(N)Small storeroom door|Apothecary Storeroom]]<<else>>[[(N)Plain door|Apothecary Storeroom]]<</if>>
[[(S)Door to corridor|Meeting Corridor]]!!@@.blue;Apothecary Storeroom@@
You find yourself in a small storeroom, lined floor to ceiling with crates, baskets, pots, and sacks filled with a variety of ingredients, most of which you cannot identify. Powders, herbs, both fresh and dried, horns of various animals, the list could go on and on. A single brazier near the door dimly lights the room. Not much stands out, and you don't think there's anything you need to do here.
[[Leave|Apothecary]]Looking at the items scattered on the table, the only things of immediate interest are the scrolls, as the jars and containers are all unmarked. Picking one up and squinting at it, you muddle through reading it, but it's been years since your reading lessons and lack of practice makes it slow going. It seems to be instructions on how to make a draught that enhances the feminine features of a woman and describes a successful result as being a clear brown liquid with a bitter scent.
There's a warning at the end advising diluting the resulting solution with water, as it is very potent. And at the very bottom is what appears to be a recent addition, noting that the pure solution can be useful for correcting improperly assigned gender in some cases. There does not seem to be any mention of how to reverse the effects anywhere in the text. <<if $dre == true>>Well, all that would have been nice to know //before// you went and drank that round bottle of what you presume was this mixture.<<elseif $hfe == true>>Taking out the round bottle of liquid and examining it, it would seem to match the descriptions, so it's probably a safe bet that they're one and the same.<</if>>
<<set $ife to true>>
Picking up the second scroll, it also appears to describe creating a potion, although it looks much simpler than the previous one. The result is described as a clear sky blue elixir that smells like a meadow after it rains, and that it is most efficacious at eliminating fatigue and restoring vigor. <<if $hte == true>>Pulling out the odd triangular bottle, it appears to be the same as described in the scroll.<<elseif $dte == true>>That pretty well describes the blue potion you drank earlier, and the effect was exactly as described. You feel slightly relieved that no other side effects are listed.<</if>>
<<set $ite to true>>
Reaching for the third and final scroll, you hold it up to the light and skim the contents. Another recipe for a concoction, this one appears to be similar to the first, but with different ingredients and a few different steps. It describes a cloudy white elixir that smells of freshly turned earth, but sweet. Its effects seem to be entirely the opposite of the first's as well, as apparently it enhances masculinity.
Similar warnings about diluting it before use appear near the bottom and below that a matching recent note, stating it to be useful in correcting improperly assigned genders in some cases. Putting the final scroll down, there doesn't appear to be much else of interest here.
<<set $ime to true>>
[[Move away from the table|Apothecary]]<<if $portraits == true>><img src="img/Arsenios.png"/><</if>>\
Your father. He's a temple guard, and while he holds no formal position, as one of the older men and the husband of the high-priestess, he de facto commands the temple's guards. He's well respected in the community, as while his official purview only includes protection of the temple, he and the other guards also keep an eye on the village and assist with any trouble when necessary, be it a dangerous animal, minor troubles among the townsfolk, or the occasional pack of brigands that wander too near. Also, as the husband of the high priestess, and as he is outside and among the villagers more frequently than your mother, he often acts as a line of communication between the two.
Your relationship with your father has been lukewarm for a long time. Your refusal to be involved with the temple at all probably seemed like shirking your duty to him, something he just couldn't come to terms with. He's tried to be understanding and supportive as best he can, but it never seemed to quite work. You both keep a polite distance from each other, which given his generally taciturn demeanor, is very easy to do.
He's 5'11", about 210 pounds, and 38 years old. A lifetime of training and physical activity have left him in excellent physical condition, with a medium build of well-chiseled musculature. He has a broad, strong face; it might not win him any awards for the most dashing man in the village, but that doesn't stop you from occasionally catching even the younger village women throwing him appreciative glances when he's working outside.
As a husband with four children, as well as a man who's worked in a temple of Lysandrim his whole life, you're certain he's fairly experienced.
[[Return|$return]]Deciding the simplest course is to just ask how you could get her to give you the key, you do so. She laughs, replying, "Well, that's simple, how do you usually get something you want from someone?" Seeing your somewhat pensive frown, she elaborates, "You make them //want// to give whatever it is to you. Of course, how you go about doing that is up to you, this is supposed to be a trial after all." With a smile, she continues watching you patiently. Thinking about it, you have no idea what she might want, really, the only things you know about her are she's pregnant and probably not human. It then occurs to you that you've dealt with or been around pregnant women quite frequently, growing up near the temple to a god of fertility and birth.
Thinking back to when your mother was pregnant with your siblings, and what things you've overheard other women mention, you brainstorm what might please an expecting mother. The first thing you remember is they frequently got swollen extremities and your mother asking you to rub or massage her a few times. You also recall her mentioning to Charis once that her stomach could start to feel stretched or sore, but the temple had oil that could ease that immediately. Another thing you remember hearing about is strong cravings for specific foods or flavors, and then there was the time you overheard your mother advising a woman from the village, and she said pregnancies frequently stoked the libido and that regular sex could also help her body prepare and ease the birthing.
With a few new ideas on how to proceed, you consider your options.
<<set $nns to true>>
[[Return|Gravid Nymph Hub]]<<if $genF == false>>Feeling a bit awkward about propositioning a woman you just met, especially one currently pregnant by a god, you nevertheless work up the nerve to ask, trying your best to phrase it in a way that sounds like you're only thinking of her best interests. <<NymN>>'s eyes narrow at your proposal, and tilting her head she asks in a haughty voice, "That sounds like something that would be more to your benefit, doesn't it?" Panicking, you try to explain, but to your surprise, she breaks into peals of laughter, cradling her belly until she recovers enough to say, "Oh, the look on your face!" between giggles.
Eventually regaining her composure, she continues, saying, "Ah, that was refreshing. Ly has such a silver tongue that I'd almost forgotten how bumbling mortals could be about such simple matters." Pausing for a moment, she gives you a considering look as she idly taps a finger against her chin. Continuing on she says, "You have been quite sweet, and my flighty lover has been neglecting me of late, probably found himself a bevy of fresh young lovelies to tend to, and on top of that, the little ones //he// put in my belly keep bombarding me with random flashes of desire, so why not?" Blinking in surprise at the sudden turn things have taken, you just stare at her for several moments, until she finally asks, "Well? Are you going to just sit there all day, or are you going to come over here?" Snapping yourself out of it, you nearly stumble in your haste to move over to her, prompting another peal of giggles from <<NymN>> as she slides over to make room for you on her bed of green.
Sliding down beside her, you contemplate your next move. You don't want to hurt her or have it be uncomfortable since that would defeat the entire purpose of suggesting this in the first place, but you're not sure how to handle such a heavily pregnant woman. Fortunately, she seems to have anticipated your quandary, and gently pulls you onto your back, then climbs on top of you herself. Straddling your legs, she smiles down at you and says, "This position, along with some others, keep the strain off the belly, although to be honest, it's mostly for the mother's sake. You'd have to try quite hard to hurt a babe in the womb. Especially these ones." After helping you out of your chiton, she reaches down to your groin and begins gently stroking your <<DickDesc>> shaft until it grows rigid under her touch. Sliding forward until the tip of your manhood bumps against the swell of her stomach, she lifts herself and slides onto your dick in one smooth motion.
Sighing with pleasure as her wet pussy wraps around you, you rest your hands on her hips and savor the soft warmth of her skin against yours as she begins moving. Keeping it slow at first, she sticks to short movements, justly barely rising up before sinking back down on your cock. A distant, dreamy look crosses her face and in a breathy voice she murmurs, "Ahhh, I definitely needed this." Bringing a hand down to stroke her belly, she chuckles softly and continues, "And I can tell they're pleased too. Not even born yet and already trying to get people to have sex. I don't think anyone could doubt they're the children of a fertility deity." Keeping at a steady, comfortable pace for a while, eventually <<NymN>>'s breathing grows heavier, and she gradually speeds up, riding you more vigorously.
Soon the first twinge of an orgasm starts in your groin and, seeking out that release, you start thrusting your hips up to match her pace. With both of you escalating your movements, it isn't long before things come to a head, and letting out a sudden groan of pleasure above you <<NymN>> shudders and goes limp, and you can feel the walls of her vagina constrict around you tightly. In your current state of arousal, that's all it takes to push you over the edge, and you groan heavily as an orgasm of your own hits you, and your cock starts pumping hot seed deep inside her.
Both of you continue moving slowly against each other as you savor the last vestiges of your mutual climax, but eventually, she pulls free of your cock and slides down next to you, glistening with perspiration. To your surprise, as she pulls away a delicate gold key slips out of her vagina and lands on your groin. As you stare at it in mild confusion, <<NymN>> lifts her head to see what has your attention, then, laughing softly, says, "I suppose they thought you ought to have it, after that. I was going to give it to you anyway as soon as I collected myself." You feel somewhat flabbergasted by the implications. Her babies had the key this whole time? How would that even work? Picking up the wet key, you turn it over in your hands while you catch your breath.
Either way, you've got what you were after, and now you can continue the trial. After several minutes, you've regained your composure and mostly shaken off the post-sex languidness. Dressing, you stand up and bid farewell to <<NymN>>, who waves at you lazily while still basking in her own glow. Striding towards the door and fitting the key into the lock, both vanish immediately. Pushing open the door you step through, finding yourself back in another windowless marble chamber. The door closes behind you by itself, and, turning in surprise you wrench it back open. Rather than the clearing, however, all you see is the marble corridor that had preceded it. It would seem you won't be able to return to the clearing, at least not this way.<<else>>Feeling a bit awkward about propositioning a woman you just met, especially one currently pregnant by a god, you nevertheless work up the nerve to ask, trying your best to phrase it in a way that sounds like you're only thinking of her best interests. To your surprise, she breaks into peals of laughter, cradling her belly and rocking side to side until she recovers enough to say, "Oh, the look on your face!" between giggles.
Eventually regaining her composure, she continues, saying, "Ah, that was refreshing. Ly has such a silver tongue that I'd almost forgotten how bumbling mortals could be about such simple matters." Pausing for a moment, she gives you a considering look as she idly taps a finger against her chin. Continuing on she says, "Hmmm, why not? You've been quite sweet, and these little ones seem intent on driving me crazy with random flashes of desire, so I could do with a little romp in the grass."
Blinking in surprise at the sudden turn things have taken, you just stare at her for several moments, until she finally asks, "Well? Are you going to just sit there all day, or are you going to come over here?" Snapping yourself out of it, you nearly stumble in your haste to move over to her, prompting another peal of giggles from <<NymN>> as she shifts over to make room for you on her bed of green.
Sliding down beside her, you contemplate your next move. You don't want to hurt her or have it be uncomfortable since that would defeat the entire purpose of suggesting this in the first place, but you're not sure how to handle such a heavily pregnant woman. Fortunately, she seems to have anticipated your quandary, smiling at you and saying, "I'm not made of glass you know. So long as you don't try putting a lot of weight on my belly I'll be fine, and you'd have to try quite hard to actually hurt a babe in the womb. Especially these ones."
Helping you slide out of your chiton, she snuggles in close and runs a hand down your side to your groin, where it starts slowly tracing the outside of your slit. Sighing contentedly at the pleasant tingles working their way through you, you lean in and gently press your lips against hers, feeling the warm swell of her stomach push up against yours. Reaching down between you, you start matching her caresses with your own.
A distant, dreamy look crosses her face and breaking the kiss she murmurs, "Ahhh, I definitely needed this." Reaching down to stroke her belly, she chuckles softly and continues, "And I can tell they're pleased too. Not even born yet and already trying to get people to make love. I don't think anyone could doubt they're the children of a fertility deity." Keeping at a steady, comfortable pace for a while, eventually <<NymN>>'s breathing grows heavier, and she gradually speeds up, sliding some fingers inside to stimulate you more vigorously.
Matching her movements, you lock lips once more in a more aggressive kiss, and soon you feel the first signs of an orgasm start to build. Seeking out that release, you both start moving together, pushing against the source of your pleasure. With both of you escalating your movements, it isn't long before things come to a head, and moaning in delight you both shudder and go limp, drifting away on the currents of sensation as you climax.
Both of you continue moving slowly against each other as you savor the last vestiges of your mutual climax, but eventually, you separate, glistening with perspiration. To your surprise, as she pulls away a delicate gold key slips out of her vagina and falls between you. As you stare at it in mild confusion, <<NymN>> lifts her head to see what has your attention and laughs softly, saying, "I suppose they thought you ought to have it, after that. I was going to give it to you anyway as soon as I collected myself." You feel somewhat flabbergasted by the implication. Her babies had the key this whole time? How would that even work? Picking up the wet key, you turn it over in your hands while you catch your breath.
<<modsex 1>>
Either way, you've got what you were after, and now you can continue the trial. After several minutes, you've regained your composure and mostly shaken off the post-sex languidness. Dressing, you stand up and bid farewell to <<NymN>>, who waves at you lazily while still basking in her own glow. Striding towards the door and fitting the key into the lock, both vanish immediately. Pushing open the door you step through, finding yourself back in another windowless marble chamber. The door closes behind you by itself, and, turning in surprise you wrench it back open. Rather than the clearing, however, all you see is the marble corridor that had preceded it. It would seem you won't be able to return to the clearing, at least not this way.<</if>>
<<modsexfat 50>>
<<modlus -50>>
<<modlew 1>>
<<set $cnc to true>>\
[[Examine the room|Temple Dog]]Your mother frequently used to say the fastest way to make friends was through the stomach, and it's usually proven sound advice. Speaking plainly, you ask her if there's anything she's been craving or would just like to eat. She blinks a few times, then tilts her head back slightly, saying, "Well, the forest provides everything I could need if I did feel like eating something, but... hmmm. It has been quite a while since I've enjoyed a good cheese, it's not like it grows on trees after all."
As she giggles at her joke, you ponder what she said. Normally acquiring some cheese would be pretty simple, but where are you going to get good quality cheese down here?
[[Return|Gravid Nymph Hub]]Deciding there's no reason not to try the simple and direct approach, you formally introduce yourself and politely ask her if she'll give you the key. Hey, it works in some of the stories about things like this, right? The woman gives a delighted giggle and merrily replies, "Such polite forthrightness! It almost deserves a reward, but, sadly, things will not be quite so simple. I did promise Ly that I'd make you work for it."
She cocks her head and looks pensive for a moment before speaking again, "Still... perhaps a smaller reward? I cannot simply give you the key you seek, but perhaps there is something else you might ask of me?" She looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to respond. A couple of ideas immediately spring to mind, but you push them back down. Then again, given the god overseeing this trial, those could lead to a solution, actually. You give it a little thought and come up with a few options.
<<modnym 25>>
[[Ask her the answer to a question|Question Nymph]]
[[Ask her for some of her milk|Got Milk?]]
[[Ask her for a boon|Nymph Favor]]
<<abcd "(D)">>[[Ask her for a kiss|Nymph Seduction 1]]
<<if $corruption >= 1>><<abcd "(C)">>[[Fuck her|Fuck her brains out]]<</if>>!!@@.blue;Courtyard Corridor@@
A wide corridor of solid marble stretches between two sets of doors, rows of braziers lining the walls provide adequate light. There doesn't appear to be anything else of particular interest here.
<<if $cnc == true>>[[(E)Large wooden doors to common area|Temple Commons]]<<elseif visited("Gravid Nymph 1")>>[[(E)Large wooden doors|Strange Clearing]]<<else>>[[(E)Large wooden doors|Gravid Nymph 1]]<</if>>
[[(W)Large wooden doors to atrium|Main Ritual Chamber]]<<if visited("Nursery") < 1 and visited("Babies") <= 1>>Walking into the room, its purpose is plainly evident to the most casual glance. Cribs fill up most of the space, along with some tables and such scattered with various necessities for the rearing of infants. Brightly lit, the room is softened by cloth hangings along the walls, and the floors are covered in thick, soft, but simple carpets.
As you step inside, your ears pick up a quiet gurgle, and moving closer to the cradles you notice <<if $kids == 1>>one is<<else>>several are<</if>> actually occupied, strangely. Peering inside, it looks like a newborn as well, sleeping soundly. Puzzlement occupies your mind for several long moments, until a faint suspicion creeps over you, and your arms grip your sides tightly. The number of filled cribs does match... so it's the only likely explanation.
It would seem Lysandrim wanted to give you the opportunity to see the children you've given birth to during this trial, though whether he's trying to be nice or rub it in is impossible to say. Your own emotions are nearly as hard to unentangle at the moment, but something compels you to at least take a quick look before leaving.
<<elseif visited("Babies") <= 1>>Stepping into the nursery once more, your ears pick up a quiet gurgle, and moving closer to the cradles you notice that now <<if $kids == 1>>one is<<else>>several are<</if>> actually occupied, strangely. Peering inside, it looks like a newborn as well, sleeping soundly. Puzzlement occupies your mind for several long moments, until a faint suspicion creeps over you, and your arms grip your sides tightly. The number of filled cribs does match... so it's the only likely explanation.
It would seem Lysandrim wanted to give you the opportunity to see the children you've given birth to during this trial, though whether he's trying to be nice or rub it in is impossible to say. Your own emotions are nearly as hard to unentangle at the moment, but something compels you to at least take a quick look before leaving.<<else>>Stepping into the nursery once more, you move over to the occupied crib<<if $kids > 1>>s<</if>>.<</if>>
<<if $children.includes("a temple guard")>>A typical-looking babe lies snoring softly in this crib, skin a few shades darker than yours. You're going to have to find out who that guard was, after this mess is sorted out he's going to be in for a shock; you doubt he anticipated this little consequence of his revenge. That is, if your father doesn't murder him first.<<else>>The first crib you pass by is empty.<</if>>
<<if $children.includes("a temple dog")>>The little infant dozing in this cradle looks perfectly normal at a glance until you notice the odd position and shape of her fur-covered ears and the tail protruding above her tiny butt. A shiver runs through you, the child of a human woman and a dog; what will people say if it ever gets out?<<else>>The second crib has nothing in it.<</if>>
<<if $children.includes("an unknown satyr")>>An adorable newborn girl sleeps soundly in her crib, a few wispy <<HCDesc>> curls already clinging to her head. But when your gaze moves down, you see her lower body looks similar to a pair of fawn's legs, down to the delicate little hooves. You really should take more care with how much you drink in the future, no matter how sweet the wine seems at the time. Especially if it's a pretty satyr or nymph pouring it.<<else>>The third crib is absent an occupant.<</if>>
<<if $children.includes("Akrágos")>>A pudgy little ball is curled up in the crib, sawing logs with an impressive snore for something so small. Even you have a hard time finding any charm in his broad features. If that didn't clue you in, the horns and coarsely furred goat legs would give away his parentage. A wise person probably would learn not to sell their body so casually from this. Or at least not to a perpetually horny, sex-starved pan.<<else>>The fourth crib lies vacant.<</if>>
[[Leave|South Corridor]]!!@@.blue;Barracks@@
Stepping into a smallish, brightly lit room you're unfamiliar with, its purpose is plain nonetheless. A few scarred tables and chairs occupy one side, a battered patteia board and some kylix strewn across the tables, and some empty racks for holding spears are near the door. You know a guardroom when you see one, and this is clearly a room where bored, active men have to spend a lot of time.
There are two other doors, and one looks quite sturdy, a quick peek behind it shows a room of similar size, filled with many empty racks for arms and armor. The other door leads to a larger room full of simple beds in rows; clearly, these are the barracks and armory for the temple guard. Your investigation hasn't turned up anything to do with the trial, and anything of use has already been removed, sadly.
[[Leave|Main Corridor 3]]!!@@.blue;Bathing Room@@
Entering the room, you are enveloped in the scent of plain soap mixed with lavender. A good-sized room spreads out before you, well-lit but unadorned. Most of its space is occupied by an array of well-worn wooden tubs, about the right size for a person to bathe in. Near the door are a few tables, one covered in empty baskets, another holding bars of plain white soap, towels, and what looks like bundles of dried lavender.
The only other thing of note is a large metal trough set into the top of a low brick oven against the far wall, with some buckets next to it. A small waterfall emerges from the wall nearby to fall through a drain below it. A doorway to the west leads back into the corridor.
[[Leave|South Corridor]]Shrugging inwardly, you simply untie the string from the perch, freeing the bird. Random acts of kindness to strangers and animals always seems to work out for people in stories and legends after all, why shouldn't it work here. The bird appears to understand what's happened, for it immediately takes off for a dark corner of the room where you lose sight of it, but not before you hear the telltale tinkle of something metal hitting the stone floor.
Stooping, you scoop up the key and turn it over in your hands. Seems the stories weren't just trying to shove parables down children's throats after all. Pocketing the key, you give the room one final glance before you leave, but the bird is nowhere to be seen, and there's nothing else of interest in the dusty room, though you do a small double-take when you realize the stone plinth is also no longer there.
[[Continue|Main Corridor 1]]Already impatient with the clichéd task before you, you grab the string and begin roughly pulling the bird directly to you. It lets out several alarmed chirps as it's yanked from its perch and desperately flutters its wings to right itself and stay airborne. Reeling the line in, it doesn't take more than a few moments for you to have the bird in hand and extricate the key from it.
Slipping the key into your pouch, you doubt the musty room holds anything else of import, so, abruptly letting go of the bird, you turn and head for the door, glad to be done with this farce of a challenge.
<<modcor 1>>
[[Continue|Main Corridor 1]]Something feels...different when you come to this time, a strange shifting in your lower body that nudges you out of your titillating dreams and back into wakefulness. You have just enough time to groggily wonder what's going on before another big shift in your gut pulls you wide awake, and you suck in a breath, guessing what's about to happen. Hurriedly pulling your clothing out of the way, you just barely manage to move it aside before something gives way, and a flood of warm liquid pours out of your vagina. With no doubt left about what's happening anymore, the contractions start, pulsing in a steady rhythm, quickly following one another.
<<if visited("Birth") > 1>>You once again feel like things are happening way too fast, but you've started to get used to it. In what seems like no time at all, you feel a weight pushing down on your uterus and you try to relax and push it out. Just like before, with hardly any effort at all it smoothly slides out with a pleasant feeling of release. As previously, a warm burst of pleasure works through you as it slips out of you, and you orgasm lightly.
Breathing only a little heavily, you marvel once more at just how smoothly it all happened. As you pass the afterbirth, you wonder if you're getting a little too used to this, you've already given birth to multiple children like it was nothing. Someone's going to have to take care of all of them, though you suppose you could just let the temple handle that, they do freely take in any child born due to temple rituals and such, and deity influenced pregnancies probably count. Levering yourself up, you glance down, unsurprised to find nothing there other than some damp bedding this time as well. Glancing about, you shift your body around from side to side, but as expected there is no newborn baby to be found anywhere, thankfully.
Your stomach has completely flattened back to its normal size already, as usual. You do still wonder where they're actually going. Hopefully just off to the temple nursery so they don't get in the way. Either way, you probably don't need to worry about it, Lysandrim is also the god of birth, after all, so you doubt anything bad is happening to them.
Trying to shift focus to what you need to be doing, rather than what just happened, you adjust your clothing and push yourself to your feet, ready to move on.<<else>>You feel like things are happening way too fast, but you suppose that might be normal in a pregnancy that advanced as quickly as this one has. In what seems like no time at all, you feel a weight pushing down on your uterus and you instinctively try to push it out, tensing your entire lower body in anticipation of the struggle to come. However, to your complete surprise, it smoothly slides out with a pleasant feeling of release, passing through you with hardly any effort at all. In fact, you actually think you came a little as it slipped out of you, a burst of warm tingles traveling up your spine.
Breathing only a little heavily, you wonder what's going on, you're not exactly a midwife, but you're fairly sure that's not even close to how things generally go when a woman gives birth. However, you're distracted momentarily by a second, much smaller mass passing out of you following shortly after the first, and then you suddenly realize you don't hear anything other than the sound of your own breathing. Aren't newborns supposed to cry? Hurriedly levering yourself up, you look between your legs, surprised to find nothing there other than some damp bedding. Glancing about, you shift your body around from side to side, but there is no newborn baby to be found anywhere.
Unsure what to make of this, you sit up farther, noting that your stomach has completely flattened back to its normal size already, which is also a bit odd, but hardly seems worth noticing after everything else that's happened. Perhaps since the baby isn't part of the trial it got whisked away to where everybody else is? Or maybe Lysandrim bundled it off to the temple nursery so it didn't interfere in his trial? Either way, you probably don't need to worry about it, Lysandrim is also the god of birth, after all, so his temple is probably one of the safest places for a baby to be.
Trying to shift focus to what you need to be doing, rather than what just happened, you adjust your clothing and push yourself to your feet, ready to move on.<</if>>
<<set $tri to 0>>\
<<set $preg to false>>\
<<modfat -50>>
<<modlus -20>>
<<modkid 1>>\
<<if $father == "an unknown satyr">><<set $children.push("an unknown satyr")>><<elseif $father == "a temple guard">><<set $children.push("a temple guard")>><<elseif $father == "a temple dog">><<set $children.push("a temple dog")>><<elseif $father == "Akrágos">><<set $children.push("Akrágos")>><</if>>\
[[Continue|$return]]A feeling of certainty and warmth you can't explain comes over you as you bring one hand up to your mouth to let out a high, clarion whistle. Raising your other arm in front of you, that same part of you is completely unsurprised when the bird flutters over to land on your arm. Holding out your hand expectantly, you're equally unfazed when the bird obligingly drops the key into it.
Staring at the key for a few moments, you shake your head, wondering what just happened. With a shrug, you slide the key in with your things and give your arm a little shake, sending the bird off to perch somewhere else. The dim room doesn't appear to hold anything of further interest, so you turn and head for the door.
<<moddiv 1>>
[[Continue|Main Corridor 1]]<<if $outfit is 1>>You settle on the simple green chiton. The downsides of the other two leave you a bit wary, but being protected from whatever Lysandrim has done to make your lust slowly build up sounds useful. Stripping down, you slide the new chiton over your head. The smooth cloth flows over your skin pleasantly, and as you adjust and smooth it out you marvel at how comfortable it feels.
Underneath the chiton are a pair of simple leather sandals edged with gold thread, and a perizoma, both of which you slip on as well. Fastening the belt, you tuck a fold of material into it to make a koplos and transfer everything from your old chiton's koplos into it. Once you've finished dressing the woman scrutinizes you for a moment before saying, "I knew that shade of green would suit you. One final thing, you need not concern yourself with how it will fit should your body change in any way, it will be able to accommodate you."
You suspect she knows a lot more about that, but you doubt she'd tell you, even if you asked. Sighing inwardly, you thank the woman for her gift. Turning to the other two, you thank them as well before politely excusing yourself and bidding them all farewell. Striding towards the door, you wonder what you've gotten yourself into, you've got a fair idea of who those three were, and if //they're// getting involved in this trial, who or what else could show up?<<elseif $outfit is 2>>You decide on the provocative purple robe. The style is a bit daring, but you figure that might be an advantage in these circumstances, and preventing your lust from being able to run wild seems useful when dealing with a god of sex. The downside seems minor when you realize that even if your lust increases more quickly, it can never overwhelm you anyway, so it hardly matters.
Slipping your old clothes off, you pull the robe on over your head, the soft cloth feeling quite nice against your skin. Underneath the robe, there was a pair of matching slippers whose toes curl up into a point, and a triangle of black silk that you suppose is a perizoma, and you slip them on as well. Gathering the skirt back up you cinch the black silk sash tightly around your waist. Not being able to make a kolpos with this style of clothing, instead, a good-sized leather pouch has been provided, which you tie to the sash at one side. Once you've finished dressing, the woman scrutinizes you for a moment or two before saying, "The style is quite unusual, but it's turned out quite well, I think. Besides, it's always good to step outside your comfort zone once in a while for the sake of your craft. Ah, one last thing, you need not worry about any surprises in your trial changing you to the point the clothes won't fit, it'll be able to accommodate you."
While that statement in itself is slightly alarming, making you wonder what she knows that you don't about what lies in store for you, you find the composure to politely thank her and the other two before excusing yourself courteously. Striding towards the door, you wonder what you've gotten yourself into, you've got a fair idea of who those three were, and if //they're// getting involved in this trial, who or what else could show up?<<elseif $outfit is 3>>You choose the white exomie, figuring the sporty cut might give you an edge, and who wouldn't enjoy limitless stamina during sex? The more susceptible to sources of lust thing is a bit worrying, given what sort of trial this is turning out to be, but so long as you keep your wits about you it should be fine. Even if it does lead to you having more sex, it can't fatigue you, and it'll get rid of all that extra lust as well, so it's hardly a downside at all.
Pulling your chiton off, you slip the exomie on, noting that it's thin enough to be slightly sheer. Underneath it, there's a pair of fine leather sandals that strap around the calves, as well as a perizoma. Slipping both of those on as well, you then cinch the fine leather belt and tuck a fold of the lower half into it to make a koplos. As you transfer all your things into it the woman remarks, "I knew it would suit you perfectly. One last thing you should know, The outfit will alter itself to accommodate any changes you might experience, so no need to worry about that."
Wondering what she might know that would make her say that, you almost ask, but decide that she probably wouldn't elaborate, and even if she did, you're not sure you want to know. After you finish collecting your things, you politely thank the three women and excuse yourself. Striding towards the door, you wonder what you've gotten yourself into, you've got a fair idea of who those three were, and if //they're// getting involved in this trial, who or what else could show up?<</if>>
[[Continue|Meeting Corridor]]<<if $outfit is 1>>You settle on the simple green chiton. The downsides of the other two leave you a bit wary, but being protected from whatever Lysandrim has done to make your lust slowly build up sounds useful. Stripping down, you slide the new chiton over your head. The smooth cloth flows over your skin pleasantly, and as you adjust and smooth it out you marvel at how comfortable it feels.
Underneath the chiton, there's a pair of simple leather sandals edged with gold thread, as well as a strophion and matching perizoma, all of which you slip on as well. Fastening the belt, you tuck a fold of material into it to form a koplos and transfer everything from your old chiton's koplos into it. Once you've finished dressing the woman scrutinizes you for a moment before saying, "I knew that shade of green would suit you. One final thing, you need not concern yourself with how it will fit should your body change any further, it will accommodate you."
You suspect she knows a lot more then she's letting on, but somehow you doubt she'd tell you, even if you asked. Sighing inwardly, you thank the woman for her gift. Turning to the other two, you thank them as well before politely excusing yourself and bidding them all farewell. Striding towards the door, you wonder what you've gotten yourself into, you've got a fair idea of who those three were, and if //they're// getting involved in this trial who or what else could show up?<<elseif $outfit is 2>>You decide on the provocative purple robe. The style is a bit revealing, but something deep down in you is drawn to it; and besides, preventing your lust from being able to run wild seems useful when dealing with a god of sex. The downside seems minor when you realize that even if your lust increases more quickly, it can never overwhelm you anyway, so it hardly matters. Slipping your old clothes off, you pull the robe on over your head, enjoying the pleasant feeling of the soft cloth against your skin.
Underneath the robe, there's a pair of matching slippers whose toes curl up into a point, as well as a black silk perizoma, which you slip on as well before wrapping the black silk sash around your waist and securing it with the silver lion clip. Since you can't make a kolpos with this style of clothing, instead a good-sized leather pouch has been provided, which you tie to the sash at one side and transfer your things into. Once you've finished dressing, the woman scrutinizes you for a moment or two before saying, "The style and cut are fairly audacious but it turned out quite well I think. Ah, one last thing, you need not worry about your body changing any further, I think you will find it able to accommodate you."
While that statement was slightly foreboding, you find the composure to politely thank her as well as the other two, before excusing yourself courteously. Striding towards the door, you wonder what you've gotten yourself into, you've got a fair idea of who those three were, and if //they're// getting involved in this trial who or what else could show up?<<elseif $outfit is 3>>You choose the white peplos, something about the alluring but elegant ensemble calls to something inside you, plus being able to keep your fatigue in check would be very useful. Being more susceptible to sources of lust is a bit worrying, given what sort of trial this is turning out to be, but so long as you keep your wits about you, it should be fine.
Pulling your chiton off, you slip into the peplos, noting that underneath it there's a pair of fine leather sandals that strap around the calves, as well as a perizoma. Slipping both on as well, you then clasp the ornate belt around you, and tie a gold-tooled leather pouch that was lying nearby to it. As you transfer all your things into the new pouch, the woman remarks, "It suits you well, I'm very pleased with how this style turned out. One last thing you should know, the outfit will accommodate any further changes you might experience, so no need to worry about that."
Wondering what exactly that might mean, you almost ask, but she probably wouldn't elaborate, and even if she did, you're not sure you want to know. After you finish collecting your things, you politely thank the three women and excuse yourself. Striding towards the door, you wonder what you've gotten yourself into, you've got a fair idea of who those three were, and if //they're// getting involved in this trial, who or what else could show up?<</if>>
[[Continue|Meeting Corridor]]Lysandrim - Deity of Birth, Fertility, and Hedonistic Pleasure.
Alexis - Player character.
Akakios - Little brother. Currently being educated at the temple.
Arsenios - Father. Temple Guard. Stern.
Charis - Older Sister. Priestess of Lysandrim. Kind of a petty bitch.
Korinna - Younger Sister. Acolyte-in-training. Sweetheart.
Kalene - Mother. One of Lysandrim's High Priestesses. (Kalene is a mash of greek words meaning beautiful moon)
Narimah -an anagram of Ahriman, persian-styled deity of corruption and darkness.
Diane/Ástoliá - One of lysandrim's lovers, a fruit-tree nymph/dryad. Diane is a common name, several nymphs from mythology shared it. Ástoliá is a mash of Astatos and Zavoliá, meaning fickle and cheating. Ástoliá gives player a pink larkspur, which means fickle.
Epineía and Laithymía - corrupted daughters of Ástoliá and Lysandrim. combination of lagneía for lust, and epithymía for desire
Lamalliá - acolyte of Lysandrim, loves playing with hair and girly boys. Name is a compound of lamprós for splendid and malliá for hair.
Ofeía - Lamiai, name is combo of ófis for serpent, and mageía for bewitching.
Flotámi - Dracaenae, daughter of a dracaenae and a minor rivergod. Name is a combo of floísvos and potámi, meaning roaring and river.
Akrágos - Pan, name is a combo of lágnos and trágos, which mean lustful and goat
Oraíodia - combo of oraíos and pódia for pretty feet, makes exclusive Ekstasis wine.[[Akakios]] - Your little brother
[[Arsenios]] - Your father
[[Charis]] - Your older sister
[[Kalene]] - Your mother
[[Korinna]] - Your younger sister
[[Lysandrim]] - Deity of Birth, Fertility, and Hedonistic Pleasure.
[[Return|$return]]<<modfat 20>>\
<<modfgt 1>>
Assuming the last thing your opponent will expect is for //you// to charge //him//, you leap towards him. He certainly seems surprised when you crash into him, arms folded in front of you to absorb the impact. <<if $fat >= 100 and $genF == false>>While you do send your opponent sprawling, in your fatigued state you're unable to maintain your balance after the collision and careen backward, slipping into an uncontrolled fall. Crashing into the rock floor, you smack your head hard and slip into unconsciousness.
[[Next|Guard Fail]]<<elseif $fat >= 100 and $genF == true>>Unfortunately you seem to lack the speed or mass to really accomplish much, and you just bounce off your opponent. Grabbing you, he wrestles you to the ground and promptly pins you.
[[Next|Guard Rape]]<<elseif $combat >=3 and $genF == true>>Unfortunately you seem to lack the speed or mass to really accomplish much, and you just bounce off your opponent. Grabbing you, he wrestles you to the ground and promptly pins you.
[[Next|Guard Rape]]<<else>>While you do send your opponent sprawling, the impact jars you heavily, and you're sure you'll have a few bruises to show for it. Groaning, the young guard slowly starts to move again, and you quickly proceed towards the door while you have the chance, jerking it open and jumping through before slamming it shut behind you with a thud. It may not have been elegant, but you did it.
[[Continue|Meeting Corridor]]<</if>><<if $portraits == true>><img src="img/Charis.png"/><</if>>\
Your older sister Charis is a recently ordained priestess of Lysandrim. Her position, combined with being the daughter of the high-priestess, means she commands a moderate amount of respect around the village, despite her youth and unmarried status. Some villagers think her eagerness to join the temple and climb the ranks may be partly to avoid marriage, as it's all but impossible to force a priestess into a match she doesn't want. This view is somewhat justified by the fact that every suitor seeking to court her has been firmly, albeit politely, rebuffed.
Your relationship with your older sister has always been somewhat strained. Ever since you can remember, she's tried to use the excuse of being less then a year older than you to try and dominate your interactions and boss you around, which, as a boy, you were hardly going to tolerate without a struggle. She never allowed it to come down to a physical confrontation though, and used her status as a girl to stop you from ever trying to force it. So you both stayed in an eternal stalemate, neither ever being able to gain a sizable advantage over the other. Which was fine as far as you were concerned, but she always kept herself cold and aloof, and never missed a chance to throw a bitingly polite remark at you for every small flaw or mistake.
She's 20 years old, 5'10" tall, and weighs around 125 pounds. She has perfectly straight, long black hair that reaches halfway down her back. Oddly, she refrains from pinning up her hair like most of the other women and usually leaves it hanging free, although it's always immaculately kept and trimmed. Her eyes are a very pale washed-out green and rest in a face that is characterized by elegant lines and angular edges, with smooth, pale skin. She's tall for a woman, and has a slender figure with modest breasts, although she's filled out a bit since being raised to the priesthood. She's considered a beauty, albeit one more suited to statuary and artwork than flesh.
Being a full priestess of Lysandrim, she is certainly not a maiden any longer, and is likely fairly experienced by now.
[[Return|$return]]Stepping into the spacious room, whose floors and walls are covered in thick rugs and tapestries, your mood brightens considerably when you see a wide stairway leading up in front of you. The feeling passes quickly though when you notice the woman in the light purple peplos of a priestess reclining on a kline at its foot, with two burly men in green exomies standing to either side. You suppose it was too much to hope that Charis would keep her nose out of your trial. Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself and stride confidently over to your sister.
/%Male version%/<<if $genF == false>>On the off chance she's just here to gloat about how you've messed things up this time, you try to feign some politeness when you greet her. Arching an eyebrow at you, Charis replies, "Oh my, did you hit your head hard enough in the fall to //finally// get some manners through that thick skull of yours, <<PName>>? Or has being in Lysandrim's temple for once in your life clarified how you should behave towards one of his priestesses?" Groaning inwardly, you force yourself to smile and tell her that nearly dying puts many things in perspective. You almost add that she should consider trying it herself but manage to resist. Barely.
Nodding her head sagaciously, Charis says, "Oh I expect it does, although it seems not enough to prevent you from taking part in a silly trial rather than devoting yourself to Lysandrim, as you should have from the beginning." Unable to suppress a sigh, you shake your head and ask if she cannot think of anything better than petty barbs to say to her brother who nearly died. Rather than address your point, she lifts her chin, and in a clipped tone says, "Lysandrim has given me a sacred charge to guide all wayward souls into his embrace, so I'll not let you off that easily, even if you are my own flesh and blood."
Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you contemplate the situation. Between the kline and two goons, your sister has got the stairway pretty well blocked off. Which means you're going to have to convince Charis to let you pass, or perhaps the guards since you doubt she'd damage her dignity by trying to get up and chase you herself. The problem being how you're going to approach this, you don't think anyone has ever managed to convince Charis to do anything she didn't want to do, and she probably has these guards securely under her thumb.
[[Assume a more aggressive attitude|Charis Hostile]]
[[Swallow your pride and appease her|Charis Submit]]
/%Female version%/<<else>>On the off chance she's just here to gloat about how you've messed things up this time, you try to feign some politeness when you greet her. Arching an eyebrow at you, Charis says, "<<PName>>? Is that you? Oh, I hadn't even //dreamed// of anything like this...<<if $tri > 1>>Am I going to be an aunt?<</if>>" With a sigh, you nod and confirm that you are, in fact, you. Bursting into laughter, your sister spends several minutes doubled over clutching her stomach before she finally manages to regain some control and croak out, "By Lysandrim, it hurts. It's just too good though, my stubborn little pest of a brother walks in, and he is now a she, who looks <<if $tri > 1>>ready to pop out a brat or two!<<elseif $outfit == 2>>ready to seduce some unsuspecting hero!<<elseif $outfit == 3>>ready to pose for some sculptor's next statue!<<else>>like she's here to take her oaths as an acolyte!<</if>>"
As your sister breaks into a fresh fit of giggles, you sigh once more and start walking around her, hoping she's too busy amusing herself at your plight to try and stop you. At first, it appears you might be in luck, the guards seem confused and unsure what to do, but at the last second, she reaches out with one arm and gasps, "No, not yet...you're not getting by...that easily." Cursing internally, you turn and with a forced smile tell her you don't want to interrupt her fun, but she just waves your words away and says, "Lysandrim has given me a sacred charge to impede you, so I'll not let you past so easily, even if you are my own...sister." She suppresses another giggle with some difficulty at the last bit.
Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you put your hands on your hips and give your sister a level stare as you contemplate the situation. You're probably going to have to convince Charis to let you pass, or maybe the guards, since the three of them are blocking the stairway. The problem being how to manage that, you don't think anyone has ever convinced Charis to do anything she didn't want to do, and she probably has these guards securely under her thumb.
[[Assume a more aggressive attitude|Charis Hostile]]
[[Swallow your pride and appease her|Charis Submit]]<</if>>Stroking your chin thoughtfully, you murmur that, perhaps, you might be convinced to forget any of this ever happened if she agreed to certain...conditions. Your sister gives you a wary look before asking in a low voice, "What conditions?" You waggle a finger and tell her that for now, all she needs to do is agree to them, unless she'd prefer to proceed with the initiation? You definitely don't mention that you have no idea what the conditions will actually be since you haven't thought them up yet.
Biting her lip, Charis flicks her gaze to her guards, then back to you, probably trying to find a way to wiggle out of your trap without it blowing up in her face. Eventually though, she closes her eyes with a sigh and says, "Fine. I'll agree to your stupid conditions, whatever they are, just call this farce off." With a triumphant smirk, you loudly proclaim that she makes a good point, Lysandrim already offered you a chance to join his followers at the start, so you suppose you'll just have to complete it first as your penance for being a faithless wastrel.
Giving your sister an exaggerated wink, you bow deeply and beg to be excused in the most obsequious manner you can manage. Clearly eager to get this over with, she waves you away with a terse, "Yes, of course." Humming to yourself, you practically skip up the steps. Not only did you get past your sister without much fuss, but now you've got a major hold over her. Trying not to get too distracted thinking up how to take advantage of this power shift, you glance behind you once you reach the top of the steps. Much to your surprise, the stairs are gone, with only a smooth stone floor in their place. Seems there's no going back in this trial.
[[Continue|Second Floor Start]]Glancing back to confirm the guards are out of earshot, you lay into your sister, voice rising to a shout as you rebuke her for trying to pull this petty childhood vendetta shit in a situation this serious, where you very nearly fucking died. Sucking in a deep breath you continue yelling at her about how you're now stuck having to escape while amusing Lysandrim or suffer some vaguely ominous fate<<if $genF == true>>, and just look, you've already been turned into a woman for gods sakes<</if>>. With every word, Charis seems to shrink back a little until she's pressing herself into the kline, clutching at it for support with a stunned look on her face.
Continuing on, you rail about how beyond the pale this is, how you can't believe how low she's stooped this time, even for her. Gesturing wildly, you tell her this time she's gone too far, and when you finally get out of this cursed temple, you're going to make sure //everyone// knows what a petty, vindictive, cowardly bully she is. Turning sharply, as if to storm off, you smile inwardly when you feel a tug, and you turn back to see Charis has lunged forward to grab hold of your clothes with one hand.
In a slightly panicked voice, your sister says, "Wait, wait, wait, hold on now, let's not be hasty; it's not like I ever actually stopped you from going up the stairs, after all." Fixing her with a level stare, you listen amusedly as she hurries on- "I was just...admonishing you a bit for going through with this silly trial, instead of just becoming a follower of Lysandrim and saving us all this worry." Shaking your head, you express your disbelief, pointing out that she wouldn't need armed guards and could have waited until after the trial if all she wanted to do was say that.
Clearly warming to the new narrative she's made up on the fly, Charis adopts a calmer, more conciliatory tone as she explains, "Well, I didn't know if it could be dangerous to get involved, Lysandrim might be a benevolent deity, but gods can be a bit, um, careless with mortal lives sometimes, so I thought it best to be prepared, that's all." You're almost impressed with how smoothly she's transitioned into this new version of reality she's thought up, but that doesn't stop you from pointedly questioning why she would go to such risks just to 'admonish' you a bit. You can almost see the wheels turning in her brain as she tries to think her way out of this one, and your sister quickly replies, "Well, of course, I didn't insert myself into this mess just to scold you a little, but it certainly wasn't to impede you or anything, I merely wanted to help my darling little brother in his time of need. Like any good sister would."
Struggling to contain an incredulous laugh at that load of bull shit, you raise one eyebrow and point out that it's been forbidden for anyone to help you escape. Blinking, your sister quickly adopts a fake smile as she replies, "Well, of course, I'm not going to do //that//, but there are other ways I can, uh, aid you in your trial..." You have a pretty good idea what's about to happen; seeing as she made this up on the fly, there's really only one thing you can think of that wouldn't be an obvious lie, and you can see the exact moment Charis arrives at the same conclusion and the fake smile she's wearing freezes on her face.
[[Next|Charis Handjob]]Seeing your sister now, alone and powerless in a situation she thought to control, deeply pleases something deep down inside you. Charis has always tried to wrap herself in the power of others, even though power like that ends as soon as you try to reach beyond their interests. First, it was the authority of your parents when you were children, and then, when she outgrew that, she became a priestess and started trying to wield her position like a club.
Feeling that familiar flicker of dark fire start growing inside you, now seems like an excellent time to teach Charis a lesson about actual power and its acquisition. A smile spreads across your face at the thought, and your sister gives a wary look before snapping, "And just what are you smiling at, <<PName>>?" Shaking your head with mock solemnity, you tsk in disappointment a few times while drawing closer to her kline. Leaning in, you admonish her for letting the serenity expected of a priestess slip so easily.
Your sister looks like she's just been slapped, but before she has a chance to recover, you point out that she only has herself to blame, relying on her position instead of her own power to accomplish her goal. Bringing a hand up to cup her face, you let a flicker of that shadowy flame flow into her, causing her to shiver as it winds its way through her. Looking up at you curiously, she murmurs, "What are you trying to pull?"
Smile widening, you tell her that she's about to learn something about power and how to get what you want. Letting another tongue of that black heat wend its way into her, your marvel at how easily Charis absorbs it, usually there's some resistance at first but she almost sucks it out of you. Bringing your face very close to hers, you tell her that her first lesson is that to get someone to do as you want, you have to make them //want// to do it, however that may be.
Slipping your other hand under her peplos, you give her a bigger surge of oily fire as you grope one of her tits. Your sister's eyes widen in shock as she lets out an impressively erotic moan, arching her back to press her breast more firmly into your hand. Emboldened by her acquiescence, you mount the kline and slide atop her, running one hand up her leg and under her peplos while the other caresses the side of her face.
[[Next|Charis Corrupt 2]]Charis makes no protest as you climb atop her but instead looks at you with a flushed face torn between both excitement and apprehension. You quietly explain that the second lesson is that once you obtain what you want, you take it quickly and firmly. /%Male Version%/<<if $genF == false>>With that said, you flip the skirt of her peplos up to expose her lower body and pull your <<DickDesc>>, hard cock out, ramming it up inside her sopping wet cunt.
Spasming under you, your sister lewdly moans out, "Oh gods yesss..." as a much bigger flood of dark fire rushes into her through where your bodies connect. Pumping her enthusiastically, you enjoy the feeling of her pleasantly tight pussy wrapped around you, and she's clearly enjoying it just as much, moving her hips in time with yours. Then she takes it a step further, wrapping her arms and legs around you and pulling you into her with every movement.
Settling into a steady rhythm, you once again marvel at how easily Charis absorbs your 'black fire' as you've started to think of it. You're not sure what it is or does, exactly, but your sister seems to enjoy sucking it up like water as you fuck like polecats. Chuckling to yourself, you shake your head to clear it of these distracting thoughts and return to enjoying the moment.
Picking up the pace a bit, it isn't long before Charis lets out a gasp and grips you tightly, shivering from a small orgasm. Figuring she's about ready you lean in close, whispering in her ear that the final lesson is to depend only on her own capabilities when it comes to getting what she wants. Her eyes flutter open at that, and she stares at you for several long moments, but then it clicks, and you allow her to roll you over so she's on top riding you instead.
Gyrating her body atop you, your sister enthusiastically continues where you left off, quickly sliding up and down your <<DickDesc>> shaft. Her voice gets high and breathy as she works herself towards the peak, eagerly fondling her breasts as she sucks in more and more of the inky black fire. It doesn't take long before you feel your own climax approaching, and placing your hands on her hips, you work towards the finale.
[[Cum Inside|Charis Corrupt Insemination]]
[[Pull Out|Charis Corrupt Exsemination]]
/%Female Version%/<<else>>With that said, you lean in and aggressively press your lips against hers while at the same time ramming two fingers up into her sopping wet cunt.
Spasming under you, your sister lewdly moans out, "Oh gods yesss..." as a much bigger flood of dark fire rushes into her through where your bodies connect. Pumping your hand into her enthusiastically, you enjoy the feeling of her surprisingly tight pussy wrapped around you as you scoop out her insides. It's clear that she's enjoying it just as much, her hips moving in time with your hand, wrapping her arms and legs around you, and pulling you into her with every movement.
Settling into a steady rhythm, you once again marvel at how easily Charis absorbs your 'black fire' as you've started to think of it. You're not sure what it is or does, exactly, but your sister seems to enjoy sucking it up like water as you fuck like polecats. Chuckling to yourself, you shake your head to clear it of these distracting thoughts and return to enjoying the moment.
Picking up the pace a bit, it isn't long before your sister lets out a gasp and grips you tightly, shivering in the throes of a small orgasm. Figuring she's about ready you lean in close, whispering in her ear that the final lesson is to depend only on her own capabilities when it comes to getting what she wants. Her eyes flutter open at that, and she stares at you for several long moments, but then it clicks, and you allow her to roll you over, so she's on top instead.
Gyrating her body atop you, your sister enthusiastically continues where you left off, expertly grinding your bodies together. Her voice gets high and breathy as she works herself towards the peak, eagerly fondling her breasts as she sucks in more and more of the inky black fire. It doesn't take long before you feel your own climax approaching, and placing your hands on her hips, you work towards the finale.
[[Next|Charis Corrupt 3f]]<</if>>Feeling the end rapidly approaching, you let out a muffled groan and arch your back, bucking your hips as you unleash one final wave of oily dark fire into her. Overwhelmed by the sensations, your sister howls in bliss as another orgasm sweeps through her, and her whole body bends backward until her hair brushes against your legs. As your own climax rushes through you, it almost feels as though she's actually thirstily draining the shadows from you.
Reveling in her climax, your sister's hips keep moving against you, voice coming out high and sweet as she extracts every last drop of pleasure she can. For several long moments, you linger together like this, both basking in the glow of your entwined bodies, until finally, with a long sigh, she collapses next to you. Feeling both physically and mentally drained, you're content to just lay like that for a while, satisfied with your conquest.
Eventually, though, you slide out from under her, perching on the edge of the kline as you eye your sister. Sprawled on her side now, you can clearly see her sweat-soaked body, splattered with various other fluids, but you also notice a few oddities. Her unkempt black hair seems longer and fuller than you recall, also her breasts seem to have filled out a bit, and her green eyes seem to be several shades darker than before.
Catching your gaze, Charis lazily murmurs, "And what exactly do you think you're staring at?" Propping herself up on one arm, she stretches luxuriantly, providing you with a full view, before saying, "Well, this certainly wasn't how I expected things to turn out. What //was// that?" Giving her a mysterious smile, you shrug and stand up, not letting on that you don't really have a clue yourself.
Striding up the steps, you chuckle when you hear her call out after you, "Don't think this changes anything!" You suppose old habits are slow to fade, but the tremulous note in her voice undermines the message. At the top, you turn to glance behind you, but to your surprise, there is now only a solid floor of stone where the steps once were, it looks like going back will not be an option.
<<set $Ccor to true>>\
<<modsexfat 25>>
<<modlus -100>>
<<modcor 2>>\
<<modlew 10>>
<<moddic 1>>
<<modtra 2>>\
<<modsex 1>>\
[[Continue|Second Floor Start]]Sensing the end approaching, you give Charis one last thrust, pulling yourself out with a jerk and unleashing a fountain of fire-infused cum to splatter all over her. Overwhelmed, your sister howls in bliss as another orgasm sweeps through her, bending her whole body backward until her hair brushes against your legs. Emptying yourself onto her, it almost seems as though her skin is actually sucking the fluids and shadows up thirstily as it quickly wicks away.
Reveling in her climax, your sister's hips keep unconsciously moving against you, breath coming out high and sweet as she savors every last drop of pleasure. For several long moments, you linger together like this, basking in the sensations of your bodies, until finally, with a long sigh, she collapses next to you. Feeling both physically and mentally drained, you're content to just lay like that for a while, satisfied with your conquest.
Eventually, though, you slide out from under her and perch on the edge of the kline, eyeing your sister. Sprawled on her side now, you can clearly see your grayish cum slowly oozing down her body until it wicks into her skin, but you also notice a few changes. Her unkempt black hair seems longer and fuller than you recall, her breasts seem to have also filled out a bit, and her green eyes seem to be several shades darker than before.
Catching your gaze, Charis lazily murmurs, "And what exactly do you think you're staring at?" Propping herself up on one arm, she stretches luxuriantly, providing you with a full view, before saying, "Well, this certainly wasn't how I expected things to turn out. What //was// that?" Giving her a mysterious smile, you shrug and stand up, not letting on that you don't really have a clue yourself.
Striding up the steps, you chuckle when you hear her call out after you, "Don't think this changes anything!" You suppose old habits are slow to fade, but the tremulous note in her voice undermines the message. At the top, you turn to glance behind you, but to your surprise, there is now only a solid floor of stone where the steps once were, it looks like going back will not be an option.
<<set $Ccor to true>>\
<<modsexfat 25>>
<<modlus -100>>
<<modcor 2>>\
<<modlew 10>>
<<moddic 1>>
<<modtra 2>>\
[[Continue|Second Floor Start]]Feeling the end swiftly approaching, you give your sister one last thrust, pushing yourself in deep as you unleash a flood of cum and oily fire inside her. Overwhelmed by the surge of sensations, Charis howls in bliss as another orgasm sweeps through her, bending her whole body backward until her hair brushes your legs. As you empty yourself into her, it feels almost as though her ravenous body is sucking the fluids and shadows straight out of you.
Reveling in her climax, your sister's hips keep moving unconsciously, her voice high and sweet as she extracts every last drop of pleasure from you. For several long moments, you stay entwined like this, basking in the sensations of your bodies as you pump her full of your seed until finally she collapses atop you. Feeling both physically and mentally drained, you're content to just lay like that for a while, satisfied with your conquest.
Eventually, though, you slide out from under her, perching on the edge of the kline as you eye your sister. Sprawled on her side now, you can clearly see your grayish cum slowly leaking out of her slit to stain her thighs, which puts a smirk on your face, but you also notice a few other oddities. Her unkempt black hair seems longer and fuller than you recall, also her breasts seem to have filled out a bit, and her green eyes seem to be several shades darker than before.
Catching your gaze, Charis lazily murmurs, "And what exactly do you think you're staring at?" Propping herself up on one arm, she stretches luxuriantly, providing you with a full view, before saying, "Well, this certainly wasn't how I expected things to turn out. What //was// that?" Giving her a mysterious smile, you shrug and stand up, not letting on that you don't really have a clue yourself.
Striding up the steps, you chuckle when you hear her call out after you, "Don't think this changes anything!" You suppose old habits are slow to fade, but the tremulous note in her voice undermines the message. At the top, you turn to glance behind you, but to your surprise, there is now only a solid floor of stone where the steps once were, it looks like going back will not be an option.
<<set $Ccor to true>>\
<<set $Ccp to true>>\
<<modsexfat 25>>
<<modlus -100>>
<<modcor 2>>\
<<modlew 10>>
<<moddic 1>>
<<modtra 2>>\
[[Continue|Second Floor Start]]Pulling out your <<DickDesc>> rod at the very last moment, you unleash the tide you'd been holding back, sending up a huge wave of hot seed to cascade over Charis' body as you orgasm. Her reaction is every bit as spectacular, crying out wordlessly and stiffening her entire body as she's carried away on her own massive climax. Pressing up against her, you continue to coat her body with thick strands of opalescent seed as she moans in rapture.
Eventually, though, the tide starts to wane, and after the last couple of spurts, you relax, savoring the glow that follows a good fuck. Charis also seems to be coming down from her orgasm, going limp and collapsing next to you, panting as your cum slowly trickles down her. With a chuckle, you prod her a couple times and remind her that she still has a ritual to complete.
Pushing herself up lethargically, your sister leans in to plant two more, much longer, kisses on your forehead and lips before groggily mumbling, "Mmmm, now that you've been welcomed into His congregation, may joy and growth follow you in all things, for you to cherish and spread as our brother." Something's definitely different about Charis' attitude towards you, but whether it's just her being out of it, or something more is difficult to say. Shrugging inwardly, you carefully slide off the kline, casting an appreciative glance at your handiwork covering her as she bonelessly flops back down, clearly still exhausted from the 'ritual'.
Grabbing your clothes, you quickly dress, noting that the guards aren't actually watching you but are instead staring off into the distance with professionally blank expressions. You suppose this kind of thing happens all the time around the temple, and give them a friendly wink as you finish securing your clothing. Not seeing any point in hanging around, you start climbing up the stairs with a spring in your step, neither guard making a move to stop you.
Calling out hoarsely from behind you, you hear Charis say, "Don't think this means anything has changed, <<PName>>." To your ear though, her words seem to lack a sense of conviction, and turning halfway, you give your sister your smarmiest smirk and a little salute as you continue up the steps. At the top, you turn and glance behind you once more, but to your surprise, where the stairs once were there is now only a solid floor of stone, seems like going back will not be an option.
<<set $Crit to true>>\
<<modsexfat 25>>
<<modlus -100>>
<<moddiv 2>>\
<<modlew 5>>
[[Continue|Second Floor Start]]With your <<DickDesc>> rod buried deep inside her, you unleash the tide you'd been holding back, spilling a huge wave of hot seed directly into her womb as you orgasm. Charis' reaction is immediate and spectacular, letting out an inarticulate cry and spasming as she's carried away on the current of sensations of her own massive climax. Giving her a few more small thrusts, you continue to pump her full of cum to the point that it starts to overflow, trickles of opalescent seed forced out to stain her thighs as she moans rapturously.
Eventually, though, the tide starts to wane and after a final few spurts, you relax, savoring the glow that follows a satisfying fuck. Charis also seems like she's starting to come down from her orgasm, going limp and collapsing onto your chest, panting. With a chuckle, you prod her ass a couple times and remind her that she still has a ritual to complete.
Pushing herself up lethargically, your sister plants two more, much longer kisses on your forehead and lips, before groggily mumbling, "Mmmm, now that you've been welcomed into His congregation, may joy and growth follow you in all things, for you to cherish and spread as our brother." Something's definitely different about Charis' attitude towards you, but whether it's just her being out of it or something more is difficult to say. Shrugging inwardly, you carefully wiggle out from under her and slide off the kline, casting an appreciative glance her way as she bonelessly flops back down on it, clearly still exhausted from the 'ritual'.
Grabbing your clothes, you quickly dress, noting that the guards aren't actually watching you but are instead staring off into the distance with professionally blank expressions. You suppose this kind of thing happens all the time around the temple, and give them a friendly wink as you finish securing your clothing. Not seeing any point in hanging around, you start climbing up the stairs with a spring in your step, neither guard making a move to stop you.
Calling out hoarsely from behind you, you hear Charis say, "Don't think this means anything has changed, <<PName>>." To your ear though, her words seem to lack a sense of conviction, and turning halfway, you give your sister your smarmiest smirk and a little salute as you continue up the steps. At the top, you turn and glance behind you once more, but to your surprise, where the stairs once were there is now only a solid floor of stone, seems like going back will not be an option.
<<set $Crit to true>>\
<<set $Ccp to true>>\
<<modsexfat 25>>
<<modlus -100>>
<<moddiv 2>>\
<<modlew 5>>
[[Continue|Second Floor Start]]Normally you wouldn't even think of doing something like this, but, whether it's this trial's aura or whatever's been waking inside you at play, it's not the worst idea. Lysandrim is the god of pleasure, so an offering of pleasure is something even Charis can't dismiss easily. Plus, it'll give you some semblance of control over how things go, which is definitely safer than leaving it in Charis' hands.
Steeling your resolve, you loudly proclaim that she's right, and you know just what to offer Lysandrim to demonstrate your sincerity. Moving swiftly, you seize your sister by the knees and drag her to the edge of the kline, ignoring her startled squawks of surprise as you flip the skirt of her peplos up and slide beneath it. You start to feel that now-familiar warmth start bubbling up inside you once again, and kneel between her legs, placing your mouth up against her lips.
Feeling her jump slightly at your touch, you smile into her pussy as you start sliding your tongue and mouth along and inside her lower lips. With that glow spreading steadily throughout you, you pick up the pace, paying particular attention to the nub of her clit to finish this more quickly. Skillfully swirling your warmth-infused tongue around inside her, in no time at all, her juices start to flow, and the muffled sound of her breathing above you turns heavy and sweet.
After a few more minutes of that, the heat inside you has built to a fever pitch, and you can feel her shiver around you as you pour more and more of that warmth into her. Finally hitting her limit, Charis' legs abruptly wrap around you as she climaxes, a deluge of fluids pouring out of her and drenching both you and her robes. You're actually having a little trouble breathing since she has locked you in a vice-grip while trapped in the throes of her orgasm, juices flooding out around your mouth.
Eventually, though, her grip weakens, and you're able to pull away, sputtering a little from the liquid that managed to seep into your mouth, although to your surprise, it actually tastes a little sweet. Charis is looking a little languid, but otherwise seems quite pleased, waving the guards aside while murmuring, "I must say I'm impressed, <<PName>>. I wouldn't have expected that from you, of all people. Although you really should ask a lady before you just suddenly go down on her next time." Eager to leave before she decides to cause more problems, you climb the steps, turning at the top to glance behind you, but to your surprise, there's only a solid floor of stone where the stairs just were.
<<set $Cps to true>>\
<<modsexfat 10>>
<<modlus 25>>
<<moddiv 1>>\
[[Continue|Second Floor Start]]Unsure if this is the best idea, you reluctantly ask what exactly she had in mind. Eyes glittering, your sister pretends to think for a moment before saying, "Welllll, I think a good place to start would be debasing yourself before his Grace. But since he isn't here, I guess that as his representative, I'll just have to take his place." Sitting up, she swings her legs over and kicks off her sandals, wiggling her toes at you as she continues, "As for what you can do, I think a traditional foot wash is a good start, don't you?"
Looking around, you point out that there isn't a basin or anything like that in here, to which Charis coyly replies, "Well, you'll just have to improvise then, won't you? I'm sure you'll think of something." A feeling of trepidation comes over you once what she's implying sinks in, and you briefly wonder if she's being serious, but it's Charis, so the answer is yes. You do need to get past her, but is this really something you want to do?
[[Reconsider your options|Charis Sub Choice]]
[[Bend down and lick her foot|Charis Foot Fetish]]Stumbling backward, you almost trip in your haste to get to your feet, blushing furiously as you stammer out some vague excuses. Heart pounding, you practically sprint up the steps, the guards making no move to stop you, though you can't bear to even look at them, afraid of what you'll see on their faces. At the top of the steps, you do turn and glance behind you once more, but to your surprise, there's only a solid floor of stone where the stairs just were; it seems going back will not be an option.
<<set $lcf to true>>\
<<modsexfat 10>>
<<modlus 25>>
<<modfem 1>>
<<modtra 1>>\
[[Continue|Second Floor Start]]Not quite believing you're actually doing this, you kneel down and hesitantly grasp her foot in your hand, staring at it as your stomach churns nervously. Swallowing heavily, you lean in close and quickly run your tongue over the top of her slender foot, a wave of humiliation running through you, along with a twinge of...excitement? Pausing for a moment, you wonder if that will be enough, a hope which is crushed when Charis says, "Well, get on with it then, at this rate we'll be here all day before you've washed them properly."
Shuddering slightly, you tell yourself that this is the surest way to get past your sister and start carefully licking her foot. Focusing on the task itself, you suppose it could be worse, at least it seems like Charis cleans her feet thoroughly, so other than the faint taste of skin, nothing else offends your senses as you work your tongue down her foot. Your sister makes approving noises above you, and in a haughty voice, she says, "Well, well, it seems once shown the error of your ways, even someone like you can become obedient."
Biting back every response that jumps to mind, you instead focus that energy on running your tongue over every inch of her foot as swiftly as possible. Trying to ignore the confusing swirl of emotions inside you, you quickly flick your tongue around each of her diminutive toes, noting how carefully kept they are. Eventually, you finish off the foot you're working on and move on to the other, with Charis' gloating voice floating in your ears, "Sooo eager, if I didn't know better I'd almost think you were //enjoying// this!"
Swallowing another retort, you glare up at her, though the slow, deliberate pounding of your heart and the curious feeling of heaviness that's spreading from your stomach suck most of the venom from it. Pressing on, you start licking her other foot, your tongue beginning to feel dry and thick from use. After several minutes you finally finish, having washed every inch of her feet clean with your mouth, which now feels as if it's covered in cotton.
Much to your surprise, before you have a chance to gather your wits, Charis snakes a foot down to your groin and presses it against your disgracefully <<if $genF == false>>erect cock.<<else>>wet mound.<</if>> Mouth twisting in a triumphant grin, your sister crows, "I knew it! I knew you were a little //too// eager, with your heavy breathing and salivating tongue, but never did I imagine you'd get //this// excited, you little pervert." Sliding her foot lazily along your crotch, she continues, "But, Lysandrim does teach us not to judge others for their tastes, and I suppose I bear //some// responsibility for your current state, so shall I offer some relief?"
<<abcd "(B)">>[[Scramble away|Charis Flee]]
<<abcd "(A)">>[[Say nothing|Charis Footjob]]Swallowing heavily, you remain silent as your sister's foot continues to caress you. Part of you wants to deny it or move away, but the strange, heavy sensations swirling through your guts like a swarm of lead butterflies keep you rooted to the spot. Pleasant sparks work their way up your back from the stimulation, and you tell yourself that it's just the trial working its way into your brain and causing you to enjoy this.
Pulled from your thoughts by a slight draft around your lower body, you realize Charis has managed to shift your clothing aside with her feet, which are now directly touching your <<if $genF == false>>erect cock<<else>>wet pussy<</if>>. Looking down at you, Charis practically purrs, "I'll just take that silence as a yes then. I still can't believe I never realized you had this side to you under all that bluster and stubbornness." Pressing her foot more firmly against you, your sister leans in and gives you another twisted smile.
As she starts working on you in earnest, feet <<if $genF == false>>wrapping around your dick<<else>>sliding over and inside your slit<</if>>, the pleasure mixes with the feelings fluttering around your stomach, causing you to shudder. Laughing softly as she dexterously kneads you with her toes, she mockingly says, "Oh? Enjoying this, are you? Well, I should hope so since I've gone to all this trouble for you, little pervert." Charis redoubles her efforts, and in record time the sensations inside you reach a crescendo and start to overflow.
Unable to contain yourself any longer, your loins explode, showering the floor and Charis' legs with <<if $genF == false>>thick globules of seed<<else>>clear droplets of girlcum<</if>>, causing her to recoil and with a derisive tone scold, "Oh my, what a mess you've made of things, and after you spent so much time cleaning them. Guess you'll just have to start all over." Still dazed from your climax, you stare at her soiled feet as she waves them in your face, that heavy feeling of lead returning to your stomach. Without thinking, you lean forward and once more start licking her feet clean, the taste of sweat and your own fluids filling your mouth.
Several minutes later, Charis' feet are once again clean, while your face is hot with shame and self-disgust. You think she's started to say something again, but between the conflicting emotions thundering through your head, and the empty roaring in your ears, you don't hear a word of it; stumbling to your feet, you half-run, half-fall your way up the steps in your desperation to get away from the situation. At the top of the steps, you finally start to come to your senses and turn to glance behind you, but to your surprise, there's only a solid floor of stone where the stairs just were, it seems like going back will not be an option.
<<set $dbc to true>>\
<<modsexfat 25>>
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[[Continue|Second Floor Start]]With a wide grin plastered on your face, you egg on your sister, innocently asking how she means to help you. Clearly struggling with some inner turmoil, Charis haltingly replies, "Well, I, uh, thought...since you're stuck under Lysandrim's influence, that I could, umm, maybe help...relieve that a bit." She looks distinctly not happy at the prospect, but you pretend not to notice and adopt a sickly sweet tone as you tell her how impressed you are that she'd go to such lengths for you, despite everything that happened between you.
After an extremely long pause where you both just stare at each other, you loudly clear your throat, causing Charis to jump slightly and then reluctantly start reaching towards you with one hand.<<if $genF == false>> /%Male Version%/She fumbles with your clothing ineffectually until you finally just shift it aside yourself, allowing your <<DickDesc>> dick to spring free, already erect in anticipation. Staring at your manhood, your sister takes a deep breath and grasps it firmly, quickly pumping her hand up and down the shaft, probably trying to end this as soon as possible.
You have to admit, you're pleasantly surprised by her technique as she slides her hand up and down the length of your shaft. Her grip is firm but gentle, and she tightens and loosens her fingers for increased stimulation as she moves, causing a steady current of pleasure to wind through you. Overall you're rather pleased with how this turned out, you'd never imagined you'd get a handjob from Charis of all people, but this trial has turned everything on its head.
Sooner than you expected, though, you feel the familiar tingle of an approaching orgasm; and briefly contemplate whether to warn your sister but decide she doesn't really need to know. The pressure swiftly builds, until with a tiny groan, you unleash a thick stream of cum to splatter all over Charis, causing her to recoil with a small shriek of surprise. Savoring your climax, you manage to nail her with a couple more ropes of thick seed as you coax out the last few spurts.
Charis eyes you venomously but says nothing as globs of your sperm slowly drip down her face. Chuckling, you tuck away your rapidly softening cock and tell her how touched you are that she'd go this far to help her little brother, despite everything. Deciding you should probably wrap this up quickly, you give her a quick pat on the head as you stride past and climb the steps. At the top of the steps, you turn to glance behind you, but to your surprise, there's now only solid stone where the stairs once were; it seems like going back will not be an option.<<else>> /%Female Version%/Stalling for time, she fumbles ineffectually with your clothing until you finally just shift it aside yourself, exposing your slit, already glistening wetly in anticipation. Taking a deep breath, your sister runs a hand over your lips, quickly sliding some fingers inside and stimulating you, probably trying to end this as soon as possible.
You have to admit, you're pleasantly surprised by her technique as she runs her thumb up and down the length of your pussy. Her hand moves firmly but isn't too rough, and she wiggles and curls her fingers slightly as her hand moves, causing a steady current of pleasure to wind its way through you. Overall you're quite pleased with how this turned out, you never imagined you'd get a handjob from Charis, of all people, but this trial has turned everything on its head.
Sooner than you expected, though, you feel the familiar tingle of an approaching orgasm, sparks starting to light up your brain. The pressure swiftly builds to critical levels, and with a tiny groan, you lock your legs around your sister's arm as the climax hits you. A wave of love juices floods from your groin, and your knees start to buckle as you struggle to stay upright amidst the currents of pleasure. Savoring your climax, you suck in a deep breath and give a long, pleased groan.
Charis eyes you with a faint look of resentment but says nothing as you release your grip on her arm. Chuckling, you tell her how touched you are that she'd go this far to help her little brother, despite everything. Deciding you should probably wrap this up quickly, you give her a quick pat on the head as you stride past and climb the steps. At the top of the steps, you turn to glance behind you, but to your surprise, there's now only solid stone where the stairs once were; it seems like going back will not be an option.<</if>>
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[[Continue|Second Floor Start]]Taking a step forward to loom over your sister, you tell her in a dangerously low voice that this isn't a game, and she needs to cut this childish shit out before it backfires in her face. A startled look crosses her face briefly, but it's quickly replaced with a venomous glare. She opens her mouth to retort, but you cut her off, barking out that she hasn't been given any sacred charge, it was an open invitation to whoever wanted to get involved, which means she is only here because she //wants// to be here.
Continuing on, you growl that you've had to match wits with a sphinx who lamented that she wouldn't get to disembowel and eat you, <<if visited("Lamiai Rape") or visited("Lamiai Corruption")>>deal with a cursed lamiai hunting you for your blood,<<elseif visited("Lamiai Question")>>deal with a creepy woman with dangerous-looking claws,<<elseif visited("Lamiai Seduction")>> be ensnared by a stunningly attractive woman who you think drank some of your blood,<</if>> get accosted by some petty, bitter guard who thought he'd take out his grudge on you, and also worry about vague warnings and threats about what could happen if you fail from almost every person you meet.
Your outburst looks to have put Charis off-balance, and she seems momentarily uncertain what to do next. Opportunities like this don't come very often with your sister, and your mind races quickly to figure out how to take advantage of it. You come up with a few different approaches, the question is, which would you like to take here?
[[Get rid of the guards|Charis Isolated]]
[[Use her holy facade to turn the tables|Charis Turnabout]]
[[Take a softer tack and gently rebuke her|Charis Reconcile]]Placing your hands on your hips, you take a chance and assume Charis bullied the two guards into this, rather than them owing any loyalty to her, and simply ask them why they're here. They look confused, so in a dry tone, you assert that surely they couldn't be here just because Charis ordered them, the guards are not there to be toys for the priestesses whims, and you doubt very much that your father would like to hear that two of his men were going around accosting people just because a priestess told them to, even if it was his own daughter. The guard's expressions change from confusion to worry at the mention of your father, and they are clearly perturbed at the thought.
Once again, your sister opens her mouth to speak, but you turn on her and casually remark that the high priestess would also not like hearing that one of her priestesses was using guards to settle petty childhood grudges. Mouth snapping closed, your sister's face looks as if you just slapped her. Unable to help yourself from rubbing it in a little, you idly muse that while a position with the temple comes with respect and deference, it doesn't mean you can just do as you please.
Glancing at each other, then at Charis, it doesn't take the guardsmen long to decide they'd rather not be on your parents' bad side, even if it does mean risking your sister's wrath, and they beat a hasty retreat up the stairs, leaving you alone with Charis. You suppose that means you can just go up now yourself, but do you //want// to just end things here?
<<abcd "(C)">>[[Time for some payback|Charis Rape]]
<<if $corruption >= 4>><<abcd "(C)">>[[Teach her about real power|Charis Corrupt]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: hidden attribute insufficent//''<</if>>
<<abcd "(A)">>[[Confront her|Charis Confront]]
<<abcd "(B)">>[[Leave|Charis Leave]]Deciding that you have no further business with your sister, you allow a small smirk to cross your face as you saunter around her kline and start making your way up the stairs. A few moments later, you hear her start shouting something at your back, but you tune it out as you climb. Reaching the first landing, you turn to continue up the steps when you notice your sister has actually stood up and is shaking her fist at you. Unable to resist one last jab, you pivot and give your sister a little bow before proceeding upwards.
At the top, you turn and glance behind you, but to your surprise, where the stairs were, there's now only a solid floor of stone. Seems you won't be returning to the lower floor. Shrugging to yourself, you turn and examine your surroundings.
[[Continue|Second Floor Start]]Not terribly confident this will be enough for her, you resolve to give it a try nonetheless and motion for Charis to turn over. Arching a brow skeptically, she hesitates for a moment before turning over onto her belly, head propped on top of her arms to watch you curiously. Climbing onto the kline and straddling her, you unclasp the peronai at her shoulders and move aside the cloth and her long hair so you can start firmly working her shoulders with your hands.
Closing her eyes and letting out a pleased sigh, Charis says, "Ah, a massage, huh? Not quite what I had in mind, but perhaps if you can impress me, it will suffice." A flash of anger runs through you at her dismissive, entitled tone, and as you imagine all the things you'd rather be doing to her instead, that familiar dark fire flickers to life inside you as you squeeze and knead her shoulders. Channeling it into your hands, you start pushing it into her each time your fingers press into her skin.
The effect is immediate, an appreciative groan escaping your sister as her body sucks in the oily heat, and you step up your efforts, putting more force into your hands as you move slowly down her back. The room slowly fills with the sounds of breathy sighs and small gasps as you work, her tone gradually sweetening as you fill her with more and more of the black flames that burn inside you. Figuring that's enough foreplay, you casually slide one hand under her peplos and sink one finger into her slit, vigorously 'massaging' the inside of her wet cunt.
Charis lets out a loud "OH!" as you enter her, which quickly trails off into an erotic groan as a fresh stream of oily fire wends its way into her through your finger. Setting a fast pace, your free hand continues to massage her back, but you focus most of your attention on her pussy, which is already constricting around your finger greedily. In short order, you feel your sister reach the edge, her breath growing ragged, and with one final surge of dark energy, you push her over it and into an orgasm.
Giving her rigid body a few more pumps as she cries out in ecstasy, you take advantage of her preoccupied state to slide off her and onto the steps. Giving the slightly bemused guards a cheerful wink, you skip up the steps two at a time before Charis can gather her wits and try something. Turning at the top to glance behind you, to your surprise, only a solid floor of stone occupies where the stairs just were, seems there'll be no going back now.
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[[Continue|Second Floor Start]]Feeling immensely satisfied by that desperate look of pleading, you decide to take pity on your sister. Besides, you question the sanity of anyone who actually wants to fuck Charis, it'd be like getting in bed with a pitviper, who also happens to be your sister. Throwing your hands wide, you loudly proclaim that she makes a good point, Lysandrim already offered you a chance to join his followers at the start, it would be presumptuous to try and do so now, halfway through his trial, so you suppose you'll just have to complete it first as your penance for being a faithless wastrel.
Smirking at the surprised look on your sister's face, you give her an exaggeratedly deep bow and, in an equally melodramatic and formal tone, ask for her permission to continue. Still blinking in surprise at this latest sudden turn, Charis awkwardly manages a, "Oh, ummmmm, yes o-of course." Glancing at the guards, who seem completely mystified by what's happened, you give them a big wink, just to muddle their brains a bit more, and then jauntily start skipping up the stairs.
At the top, you turn and glance behind you, but to your surprise, where the stairs were now, there's only a solid floor of stone. Seems you won't be returning to the lower floor. Shrugging to yourself, you turn and examine your surroundings.
[[Continue|Second Floor Start]]Sensing an opportunity that might not come again, something buried deep inside you stirs. All of the tiny slights, the heated arguments, the petty bickering; everywhere you turned, there was Charis with some unreasonable demand or sly jab. Sometimes you wanted to just grab her and do...something, anything to make her stop acting like such a pain, but she never let things go that far. With a <<if $corruption > 3>>familiar<<else>>peculiar<</if>> flicker of dark fire starting up inside you though, you feel like anything's possible now.
/%Male version%/<<if $genF == false>>Heart pounding, you take another step forward, legs practically touching the kline as you hover over your sister. Clearly sensing something deeply amiss now, Charis shifts onto her belly and tries to swing herself off her seat and away from you. Unfortunately, it also leaves her wide open for a moment, and you seize the chance to leap atop her before she can scramble off the kline, pinning her down underneath you. Squirming beneath you, she demands, "What are you doing, <<PName>>!?"
Making a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a low growl, you tell her that this is something you should have done a long time ago. She redoubles her efforts to wiggle away from you, but it does little good; your greater weight and bulk are more than sufficient to keep her in place. Wrapping one arm around her neck, you pull her up close against you, which puts an end to her struggles as your other hand paws at her clothing. With a slightly choked and significantly more apprehensive voice, she pleads, "Stop this now, before you go too far."
Pulling off the final peronai, you growl in that she should have thought about that before sticking her nose in this trial, but now she'll have to endure the same sort of consequences you have. Roughly jerking her peplos off completely, you toss it to one side, leaving your sister's pale skin exposed. The sight quickens the beast waking inside you, and you fumble with your own clothing until your erect dick springs free to press against her soft flesh.
Feeling its touch, Charis loses all semblance of composure and tries once more to struggle out of your grip but succeeds only in restricting her own breathing. With some difficulty, you pry her legs apart and lean in, the tip of your cock just brushing against her slit, when in a choked voice, she croaks, "No, NO! You can't possibly mean to-". Her denial cuts off abruptly when you ram your hips forward, spearing her on the full length of your <<DickDesc>> manhood in one movement.
[[Next|Charis Rape 2]]
/%Female version%/<<else>>Heart pounding, you take another step forward, legs practically touching the kline as you hover over your sister. Clearly sensing something deeply amiss now, Charis shifts onto her belly and tries to swing herself off her seat and away from you. Unfortunately, this also leaves her wide open for a moment, and you seize the chance to leap atop her before she can scramble off the kline, pinning her down underneath you. Squirming beneath you, she demands, "What are you doing, <<PName>>!?"
Giving a low chuckle, you purr in her ear that this is something you've wanted to do for a long time. She redoubles her efforts to wiggle away from you, but you wrap one arm around her neck and pull her up close against you, putting an end to her struggles. Sliding your free hand over her body, you delicately pluck the fasteners holding her clothing together off one by one. With a slightly choked and somewhat more apprehensive voice, she barks, "Stop this now, before you really make me mad."
Pulling the last peronai from her shoulder, you murmur that she shouldn't have stuck her nose in this trial, and now she's going to experience first-hand what you've had to face. Roughly jerking her peplos off completely, you toss it to one side, leaving your sister's white skin exposed. The sight quickens your pulse, and you slide your hand down to rest on her thighs.
Feeling your touch, Charis loses all semblance of composure and tries once more to struggle out of your grip but succeeds only in restricting her own breathing. With some difficulty, you pry her legs apart far enough to permit access and are just brushing the tips of your fingers up against her slit when in a choked voice, she croaks, "No, NO! You can't possibly mean to-" Her denial cuts off abruptly when you ram your arm forward, spearing her on the full length of your hand in one movement.
[[Next|Charis Rape 2]]<</if>>Plowing into your bitch of a sister's unprepared pussy, you feel an indescribable sensation of satisfaction at her shocked cry of pain. All the times she tormented you and made your life miserable flash before you, spurring you to force all your festering anger and resentment into her on a tide of oily dark fire. As you start pushing it into her, another cry escapes your sister, although, to your ear, this one sounds more like a cry of pleasure than pain.
/%Male version%/<<if $genF == false>>Starting to move now, you set a rough pace, though, not //too// fast, you don't want this to end before you've had a chance to fully enjoy yourself. The lack of lubrication is a tad uncomfortable at first, but soon enough that fades, as fluids from both of you start to flow and mix together. A relieved sigh escapes your sister, and with a grin, you mock her for being so easily aroused.
Snapping out of the daze she'd lost herself in, Charis starts to give an angry retort that transforms into a strangled shout as you tighten your grip on her throat and give her an extra hard thrust. To your surprise, her now-soaked pussy clenches around you like a vice until a tiny suppressed note of pleasure escapes her throat, and she goes limp against you. You almost laugh at the thought of your haughty, stuck-up older sister getting off from being fucked and half-choked by the younger brother she'd tried to force under her thumb for so long, but resist for now.
Instead, you give her a playful slap on the ass and start focusing on stimulating spots that get a response, wondering just how far you can push her. Varying your speed and angle of attack, you key in to movements that elicit tiny twitches and jerks from her, combining and repeating them in loops. After several minutes of this, you're sure she's had several more small orgasms, but each time she's stifled her voice and endured it, though her breathing has grown hot and sweet.
Feeling the first stirrings of your own climax approaching, you ramp up the pace and force of your movements, preparing the final push that will break your sister's resolve. Clearly aware of what's approaching, in a ragged voice your sister tries to cry out, "Wait, not insi-" However, you merely further tighten your arm around her throat, cutting off her airflow entirely as you wildly ram into her pussy.
[[Cum Inside|Charis Rape Insemination]]
[[Pull Out|Charis Rape Exsemination]]
/%Female version%/<<else>>Starting to move now, you set a rough pace, though not //too// fast, you don't want things to end before you've had a chance to fully enjoy yourself. The lack of lubrication is clearly very uncomfortable and even painful for your sister at first, but that fades as her abused pussy starts to secrete fluids to protect itself. A relieved sigh escapes your victim, and with a grin, you mock her for being so easily aroused.
Snapping out of whatever daze she'd lost herself in, Charis starts to give an angry retort that turns into a choked shout as you tighten your grip on her throat and give her an extra hard thrust. Surprisingly you feel her now-soaked pussy clench around your hand like a vice until a tiny suppressed note of pleasure escapes her throat, and she goes limp beneath you. You almost laugh at the thought of your haughty, stuck-up older sister getting off from being fucked and half-choked by the younger sibling she'd tried to force under her thumb for so long, but you hold back the urge for now.
Instead, you pull out, giving her a playful slap on the ass, and focus on stimulating spots that get a response, wondering just how far you can push her. Varying your speed and angle of attack, you key in to movements that elicit tiny twitches and jerks from her, combining and repeating them in loops. After several minutes of this, you're sure she's had several more small orgasms, but each time she's stifled her voice and endured it, though her breathing has grown hot and sweet.
Feeling a pleasant pressure start to build in your belly, you ramp up your movements, beginning the final push that will break your sister. Clearly aware of what's approaching, your sister tries to cry out, "Wait, please!" in a ragged voice. But you merely further tighten your arm around her throat and wildly ram into her pussy until she's on the brink of release.
[[Next|Charis Rape 3f]]<</if>>Gathering up all the dark fire that still seethes within you, you give your sister one final, titanic thrust, forcing your entire hand inside her at once. Her reaction is immediate, squirming and writhing under you, though whether in pleasure or distress, you can't tell. Not that you particularly care, as her struggles feed that pressure building in your belly until it overflows, and you shudder in your own light orgasm.
Soon enough, though, the tide of pleasure starts to wane, and after you grind up against her a few times to eke out a few last sparks of pleasure, you relax with a sigh of contentment. This is when you realize your arm is still clamped firmly around Charis' neck, and the choking noises emanating from her have started to grow rather weak. Hurriedly releasing your hold on her, she collapses onto the kline, gasping and coughing as she takes in huge breaths.
Sitting back on the kline, you stare in amusement at the disheveled figure of your sister, lying there, panting while her lower body continues to spasm and leak fluids. No trace of her haughty, overbearing nature remains now, though you find yourself feeling strangely nostalgic at the thought. Leaning over, you give her an affectionate slap on the ass, then pull her around until her head rests in your lap.
You're not sure if it's because she's still loopy from sex and lack of air, or if she's just given up, but she seems to get the idea and starts obediently licking the fluids from your groin without complaint. Idly stroking the top of your sister's head, you wonder what this means for the future. You doubt there'll be any real problems, as your sister would have to explain what she was doing in your trial if she wanted to make a fuss. What's more interesting to consider is how this will affect your relationship.
All too soon, Charis finishes cleaning you with her mouth, and you reluctantly separate from her, sliding off the kline and onto your feet. Adjusting your clothes, you glance over at your sister's limp form one last time before turning and climbing the stairs, with a spring in your step. At the top, you turn and glance behind you, but to your surprise, there's now only a solid floor of stone where the stairs just were; it appears going back will not be an option.
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[[Continue|Second Floor Start]]Gathering all the dark fire that still seethes within you, you give your sister one last thrust and then pull out just before your <<DickDesc>> cock erupts, sending thick streams of grayish seed onto her back and ass. Her reaction is immediate, squirming and writhing under you, though whether in pleasure or distress, you can't tell. Not particularly caring either way, you continue to shoot wave after wave of cum onto her as you enjoy your own orgasm.
Soon enough, though, the tide starts to wane, and after you grind up against her ass a few times to get the last few spurts out, you relax with a sigh of contentment. Which is when you realize your arm is still clamped firmly around Charis' neck, and the choking noises emanating from her have started to grow rather weak. Hurriedly releasing your hold on her, she collapses onto the kline, gasping and coughing as she takes in huge breaths.
Sitting back on the kline, you stare in amusement at the disheveled figure of your sister, lying there, panting while your grayish seed slowly flows across her white skin. No trace of her haughty, overbearing nature remains now, though you find yourself feeling strangely nostalgic at the thought. Leaning over, you give her an affectionate slap on the ass, then pull her around until her head rests in your lap.
You're not sure if it's because she's still loopy from sex and lack of oxygen, or if she's just given up, but she seems to have gotten the idea and starts obediently licking the fluids off your cock without complaint. Idly stroking the top of your sister's head, you wonder what this means for the future. You doubt there'll be any real problems, as your sister would have to explain what she was doing in your trial if she wanted to make a fuss. What's more interesting to consider is how this will affect your relationship.
All too soon, Charis finishes cleaning your groin with her mouth, and you reluctantly separate from her, sliding off the kline and onto your feet. Adjusting your clothes, you glance over at your sister's limp form one last time before turning and climbing the stairs, with a spring in your step. At the top, you turn and glance behind you, but to your surprise, there's now only a solid floor of stone where the stairs just were; it appears going back will not be an option.
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[[Continue|Second Floor Start]]Gathering up all the dark fire that still seethes within you, you give your sister one final, powerful thrust and plunge into the deepest parts of her body, unleashing it all inside her as you climax. Her reaction is immediate, bucking and squirming underneath you while making choking noises, although you can't tell if her struggles are from pleasure or distress. Not particularly caring either way, you continue to pump wave after wave of cum into her as you relish your own orgasm.
Soon enough, however, the tide starts to wane, and after you grind up against her a few times to ensure every last drop makes it inside her, you relax with a sigh of contentment. Which is when you realize your arm is still clamped firmly around Charis' neck, and the choking noises emanating from her have started to grow rather weak. Hurriedly releasing your hold on her, she collapses onto the kline, gasping and coughing as she takes in huge gulping breaths.
Pulling out with a wet slurp, you sit back on the kline and stare in amusement at the disheveled figure of your sister, lying there, panting while your grayish seed slowly leaks out of her gaping slit. No trace of her haughty, overbearing nature remains now, though you find yourself feeling strangely nostalgic at the thought. Leaning over, you give her an affectionate slap on the ass, then pull her around until her head rests in your lap.
You're not sure if it's because she's still loopy from sex and lack of oxygen, or if she's just given up, but she seems to have gotten the idea and starts obediently licking the fluids off your cock without complaint. Idly stroking the top of your sister's head, you wonder what this is going to mean for the future. You doubt there'll be any real problems, your sister would have to explain what she was doing in your trial if she wanted to make a fuss. What's more interesting to consider is how this will affect your relationship.
All too soon, Charis finishes cleaning your groin with her mouth, and you reluctantly separate from her, sliding off the kline and onto your feet. Adjusting your clothes, you glance over at your sister's limp form one last time before turning and climbing the stairs, with a spring in your step. At the top, you turn and glance behind you, but to your surprise, there's now only a solid floor of stone where the stairs just were; it appears going back will not be an option.
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[[Continue|Second Floor Start]]Moderating your tone somewhat, you gently add that that's why what she's trying to do is is petty and childish, and everyone who learns of it would think less of her for it. Your sister's eyes flash dangerously when she hears that, but she does take on a considering look, tapping her chin idly with one finger.
After a few moments pass, your sister starts to slowly speak, "I suppose I may have been too...hasty when I heard of his Grace's announcement and...misinterpreted his intent." With an inner sigh of relief, you flash her your most winning smile, but she only snorts and says, "Don't think that means you're off the hook. One day you will kneel and offer your prayers to Lysandrim as everyone else does." You almost ask if she'd prefer you kneel and pray to her instead, but catch yourself.
Instead, with a cheery smirk, you shrug and give her a comically deep bow, which she waves away irritably. Taking that as your cue to leave, you scoot around the kline before your sister can change her mind and jog up the marble steps to the next floor. At the top, you turn and glance behind you, but to your surprise, where the stairs were now, there's only a solid floor of stone. Seems you won't be returning to the lower floor.
[[Continue|Second Floor Start]]Holding your gaze steady on her, you eloquently express your gratitude for her consideration, but that you also must insist she perform the ritual immediately. Charis' face collapses in on itself as she realizes there's no way out of this, if she refuses to perform such a basic ritual that's fundamental to her primary duty as a priestess the consequences would be severe. The best she could expect is a formal chastisement from the senior priestesses, which is a serious blow to a priestess' status and public image, or at worst she could be stripped of her rank and cast back down to rejoin the acolytes, an outcome that would seriously hinder any plans of moving up the ranks she might have.
Which means there's only one thing she can do, and you're not disappointed when she draws in a deep breath and composes her face into a blank mask, saying, "Of course, if you sincerely wish to devote yourself to Lysandrim, I would be happy to induct you into his devotees." Rising from her kline, Charis places a hand on your shoulder and draws close to you, eyes staring pointedly past you as she formally intones "You seek to be accepted as a follower of Lysandrim, God of Fertility, Birth, and Pleasure. Do you swear your eternal loyalty to Him, to obey His will and respect His temple, and bring growth and joy wherever you go?" Suppressing a smirk, you adopt your most grave and serious voice to intone that you do.
Eschewing the traditional full-on deep kiss generally employed here, Charis merely brings her face close to yours and barely brushes her lips across yours. You suppose that technically counts as a kiss for the purposes of the ritual, but you can't help but be amused by the pointlessness of her skimping on that, given what she's about to have to do. Brusquely guiding you to the kline, she practically pushes you onto it before saying in a flat voice, "Then in the name of Lysandrim, you shall be reborn in the warmth of pleasure by his hand, to join us in spreading his grace."
Climbing atop you, Charis straddles your legs, flipping her long hair out of the way so she can unclasp the peronai holding her peplos together and let it fall off her.<<if $Divinity > 0>> That feeling of warmth from before returns as you take in the view of your sister's nude figure<<else>> A flicker of warmth ignites in you, feeling as if something is slowly starting to wake as you take in the sight of your sister's nude figure<</if>>, it's been a long time since you've seen her like this, not since you were both small children living under the same roof, and she's definitely filled out since then. Still, she can't hold a candle to your mother yet, which you're sure needles her every time she thinks about it.
/%Male Version%/<<if $genF == false>>Almost as if she can tell what you're thinking, Charis levels a glare at you as she pulls your clothing off, revealing your partially erect manhood. She hesitates for a moment while staring at it, but then shakes her head and wraps a hand around your <<DickDesc>> dick, quickly stimulating it until it fully stiffens. Shifting forward until she hovers above your rod, she closes her eyes as she guides the tip towards the entrance of her slit./%Female Version%/<<else>>Almost as if she can tell what you're thinking, Charis levels a glare at you as she pulls your clothing off, revealing your own nude body. Lowering herself atop you, she carefully straddles your leg and lays against your side, sliding one leg up until her thigh presses against your crotch. Running her free hand down until it brushes against your slit, she positions the tips of her fingers at the entrance as she murmurs in your ear, "I suppose I should be thankful that at least you're not a man for this."<</if>>
[[Next|Charis Ritual 2]]/%Male Version%/<<if $genF == false>>Slowly, reluctantly, Charis lowers herself onto your <<DickDesc>> cock, giving little disappointed sighs every time it shifts deeper inside her. Rather than feel impatient, you take the time to savor the feeling of warmth and sensation of every bump and ridge as your sister's pussy slowly envelops you. With a groan, she finishes sliding onto your dick, <<if $dickS > 7>>unable to take the last inch or so of your huge piece, since the tip is already pressing against her cervix<<elseif $dickS > 4>>comfortably taking the length of your average manhood inside her<<else>>easily swallowing the entirety of your diminutive phallus with room to spare<</if>> as that <<if $Divinity > 1>>familiar<<else>>strange<</if>> flicker of heat unfolds inside you, sending a current of power down your spine.
Arching her back and pushing out her chest, Charis intones, "By this ritual consummation with His Hand may your fate be entwined with His." You notice a slight shudder pass through her as she finishes, and you feel something strange through where your bodies connect, almost like a faint echo of the heat working its way down your spine. Instinctively you buck your hips, funneling some of that power up into her at the same time you move.
Not expecting the sudden shift, your sister lets out a startled yelp of surprise that quickly transforms into a moan of pleasure as a wave of sensations hits her. Her body unconsciously rises up to accommodate you, and you take advantage of the opening to begin pumping Charis with your cock. Clearly thrown off-balance, your sister breathily tries to say, "This isn't how this is supposed to go!" but you just laugh and point out this is //exactly// what is supposed to be going on right now.
Gritting her teeth, your sister manages to force her tone to something more serious and growls, "That's not what I mea-" But is cut off when you skillfully twerk her erect clit with one hand, and her words devolve into a high-pitched gasp as she orgasms lightly. Trying to collect herself, Charis shakes her head back and forth, mumbling disbelievingly, "Why does this feel so good?" Grinning as you pick up the speed of your thrusts, you point out that she's the priestess of the god of pleasure, so she should be the one to know.
The heat inside you is building up to a fever pitch now, and you can tell it's having an effect on Charis, her eyes stare off into the distance, and she's started moving her hips in time with you. With a sudden desire to see just how far you can push her, you start going all out, expertly scooping out her insides as her body bounces atop you. In short order, her voice is dripping with lust as she cries out on the cusp of ecstasy, and with one last stroke, you prepare to unleash the final push.
[[Come inside|Charis Divine Insemination]]
[[Pull out|Charis Divine Exsemination]]
/%Female Version%/<<else>>Slowly sliding her fingers into your slit, Charis begins expertly working them around, igniting a flicker of <<if $Divinity > 1>>familiar<<else>>strange<</if>> heat inside you, and sending a current of power down your spine. Running a hand down her back and past her slim ass, you return the favor, sliding several fingers inside her and swirling them around. Shivering slightly, she presses up against your <<BustDesc>> chest and exhales sweetly.
Arching her back and pushing out her chest, Charis intones, "By this ritual consummation with His Hand, may your fate be entwined with His." You notice a slight shudder pass through her as she finishes, and you feel something strange through where your bodies connect, almost like a faint echo of the heat working its way down your spine. Instinctively bringing your leg up between hers until it presses against her pussy, you dig your fingers in deep and funnel some of that power up into her.
Not expecting the sudden shift, your sister lets out a startled yelp of surprise that quickly transforms into a moan of pleasure as a wave of sensations hits her. Her body unconsciously rubs up against your leg, and you take advantage of the opening to begin pumping Charis with your fingers. Clearly thrown off-balance, your sister breathily tries to say, "This isn't how this is supposed to go!" but you just laugh and point out this is //exactly// what is supposed to be going on right now.
Gritting her teeth, your sister manages to force her tone to something more serious and growls, "That's not what I mea-" but is interrupted when you skillfully grind her erect clit against your leg, and her words devolve into a high-pitched gasp as she orgasms lightly. Trying to collect herself, Charis shakes her head back and forth, mumbling disbelievingly, "Why does this feel so good?" Grinning as you pick up the speed of your fingers, you point out that she's the priestess of the god of pleasure, so she should be the one to know.
The heat inside you is building up to a fever pitch now, and you can tell it's having an effect on Charis, her eyes are unfocused, and she's started moving her hips in time with you. With a sudden desire to see just how far you can push her, you start going all out, swinging your hips against her hand to both encourage her to go a little deeper, and start your own leg moving against her slit, while also putting more energy into scooping out her insides with your fingers. In short order, her voice is dripping with lust as she cries out on the cusp of ecstasy, and with one last stroke, you prepare to unleash the final push.
[[Next|Charis Ritual 3f]]<</if>>Pushing your fingers in as deep as you can one final time, you unleash the tide you'd been holding back, feeling a huge wave of hot energy cascade through you and into Charis as you orgasm. Her reaction is every bit as spectacular, crying out wordlessly and stiffening her entire body as she's carried away on the current of sensation to her own huge climax. Pressing up against her as she moans in rapture, you continue to revel in the surge of pleasure.
Eventually though, the tide starts to wane, and you relax, savoring the glow that follows a satisfying fuck. Charis also seems to be coming down from her orgasm, going limp and collapsing next to you, sweat slowly trickling down her as she breathes deeply. With a chuckle, you prod her a few times, reminding her that she still has a ritual to complete.
Pushing herself up lethargically, your sister leans in to plant two more, much longer, kisses on your forehead and lips before groggily mumbling, "Mmmm, now that you've been welcomed into His congregation, may joy and growth follow you in all things, for you to cherish and spread as our sister." Charis' attitude towards you has definitely changed, but whether it's just her being out of it, or something more is difficult to say. Shrugging inwardly, you carefully slide off the kline, casting an appreciative eye at your handiwork covering her as she bonelessly flops back down on it, clearly still exhausted from the 'ritual'.
Grabbing your clothes, you quickly dress, noting that the guards aren't actually watching you but are instead staring off into the distance with professionally blank expressions. You suppose this kind of thing happens all the time around the temple, and give them a friendly wink as you finish securing your clothing. Not seeing any point in hanging around, you start climbing up the stairs with a spring in your step, neither guard making a move to stop you.
Calling out hoarsely from behind you, you hear Charis say, "Don't think this means anything has changed, <<PName>>." To your ear though, her words seem to lack a sense of conviction, and turning halfway, you give your sister your smarmiest smirk and a little salute as you continue up the steps. At the top, you turn and glance behind you once more, but to your surprise, where the stairs once were there is now only a solid floor of stone, seems like going back will not be an option.
<<set $Crit to true>>\
<<modsexfat 25>>
<<modlus -100>>
<<moddiv 2>>\
<<modlew 5>>
<<modsex 1>>\
[[Continue|Second Floor Start]]Hesitating for a moment, you pause to reassess your options.
<<abcd "(A,B)">>[[Go along and lick her feet|Charis Foot Fetish]]
<<if $corruption > 0>><<abcd "(C)">>[[Offer a massage|Charis Massage]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: hidden attribute insufficent//''<</if>>
<<if $divinity > 0>><<abcd "(D)">>[[Use your mouth to pleasure her|Charis Eat]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: hidden attribute insufficent//''<</if>>
<<abcd "(A,B,C,D)">>[[Screw this, put her in her place instead|Charis Hostile]]With an internal sigh, you conclude the fastest way to get this over with is just to give your sister what she wants. You just hope she hasn't decided to only let you through after forcing you to do something truly egregious. Adopting the most obsequious demeanor you can manage, you start fawning over Charis, assuring her that she's absolutely right, and throwing in a few compliments for good measure.
Straightening, Charis puffs out her chest and gives you a condescending smile before saying, "Well, so long as you understand, I'll forgive your earlier impertinence." Her eyes take on a predatory gleam as she continues, "However, I cannot allow you through until you demonstrate true repentance for your disdain towards Lysandrim all these years." Clearly, she isn't going to make this simple for you, and you doubt it actually has anything to do with Lysandrim, she wants you to do something that demonstrates she's in charge, once and for all.
You could also just ask what she wants you to do, you are sure she'd be happy to offer a "suggestion" that would satisfy her, but letting her call the shots could end with you doing something even worse. Brainstorming for a few seconds, a vague idea or two start to form, but you can't be sure they'd be enough for her. However you do it, though, you need to make a choice.
<<abcd "(A,B)">>[[Just ask what she wants|Charis Feet]]
<<if $corruption > 0>><<abcd "(C)">>[[Offer a massage|Charis Massage]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: hidden attribute insufficent//''<</if>>
<<if $divinity > 0>><<abcd "(D)">>[[Use your mouth to pleasure her|Charis Eat]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: hidden attribute insufficent//''<</if>>Taking another step forward, you suddenly change tack, swinging your arms wide and proclaiming that all that has shown you just how right she is. Blinking rapidly, your sister seems at a complete loss now, just managing to blurt out, "It...did?" Smiling widely, you nod and repeat that indeed it has, and, getting down on one knee, you insist that she immediately induct you as an adherent of Lysandrim. Charis seems even more confused for a few heartbeats, but then her eyes go wide with horror as she realizes what that ritual entails, and the trap you just shoved her into.
Eyes bulging, she glances at the guards to either side and in a desperate voice chokes out, "B-but this is hardly the time or plac-" Drowning out her protestations you loudly declare that there can be no other time and place, she must do it here and now, to show Lysandrim that your change of heart is genuine and not just a ploy to get out of this trial. Looking faint, in a small voice, she mutters something about not making you uncomfortable having your own sister perform the initiation ritual.
Leaning in close to her, you smugly reassure her that you know just as well as she that such petty moralizing is to be put aside once you step on temple grounds, so she need not be concerned on your behalf. With moist eyes, she gives you one final, pleading look as you straighten back up. You don't think your sister will be impeding you any longer and would, in fact, be quite relieved if you started walking up the steps right now; the question is, do you want things to end here?
<<abcd "(D)">>[[Insist on preforming the ritual|Charis Ritual]]
<<abcd "(A)">>[[Let her off the hook, for a price|Charis Blackmail]]
<<abcd "(B)">>[[Take your leave, now that she's humbled|Charis Pity]]For making a room link more decriptive if you've been there and know what's there.
<<if visited("place linked to")>>[[()decriptivelink|room]]<<else>>[[()genericlink|room]]<</if>>
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<<if $hairH == 0>>brown<<elseif $hairH == 1>>blond<<elseif $hairH == 2>>black<</if>>
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<<if $eyeC == 0>>hazel<<elseif $eyeC == 1>>green<<elseif $eyeC ==2>>violet<</if>>
<a class="secret" data-passage="Passage to link to here">text thats secretly a link here</a>
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<<script>>state.display(state.active.title, null, "back")<</script>>
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fatigue check limiting options
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''//Requirements for path not met: hidden attribute insufficent//''
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virginity loss
<<if $vcd == 0>>@@.red;You have lost your virginity.:@@<<set $pluck to "partner name">><<else>><</if>>!!@@.blue;Communal Dining Room@@
A pretty large room stretches before you, of the same marble as everywhere else; long wooden tables and benches fill most of it, stretching to the other side of the room. They all look heavily used and scarred, a few scattered plates and pieces of cutlery abandoned atop them, stained with the remains of countless spills and sloppy eaters. A large, empty doorway in the opposite wall is flanked by a few low tables with no chairs that look in significantly better condition.
Nothing else really catches your eye. A door to the east leads back to the corridor. You walk around the room once, but nothing seems to be relevant to the trial.
[[(E)Door to the corridor|South Corridor]]
<<if visited("Communal Kitchen")>>[[(W)Door to kitchen|Communal Kitchen]]<<else>>[[(W)Wide doorway|Communal Kitchen]]<</if>>!!@@.blue;Communal Kitchen@@
Before you lies the largest kitchen you've ever seen. One entire wall is taken up by a sizable bank of ovens, fire spits, and cauldrons. Counters and tables loaded with cooking utensils, pots, and jars, sufficient to arm a small army of cooks fill much of the remaining space. Most of what little space remains is taken up by large sacks and pottery likely filled with various foodstuffs.
<<if visited("Interloper")>>The remains of Akrágos' snack still sits on the low table, though his knife is gone now. Seems Lysandrim noticed it, or perhaps someone in the 'regular' temple spirited it away? How are they percieving what's going on, do things you pick and put down just vanish and reappear?<<else>>On one low table is a cutting board with a large wheel of fragrant cheese sitting on it, which several large pieces have been cut from, <a class="secret" data-passage="Interloper">presumably with the odd-looking knife sticking out of it.</a> Next to it is a skyphos still half full of wine. Someone was having a not-so-little snack, it would seem.<</if>>
On closer inspection, everything seems heavily used. Stains, chips, and cracks are common; clearly, this room sees a lot of regular use. Nothing sticks out to you though; it doesn't seem like there's anything related to the trial here. A large doorway to the east leads to a large dining hall, while the west wall holds a nondescript wooden door, though it refuses to budge when you try it.
[[Leave|Communal Dining Room]]Bracing yourself for a confrontation against what could be a much stronger foe, you tense your whole body and wait as she approaches, deciding the best course is to avoid whatever her first move is and try to grapple her into an advantageous position. As soon as you're within her reach, she lunges, arms snapping up in a blur to grab at you. Barely managing to sidestep, you immediately pivot behind her, just managing to get one arm under hers and the other around her neck before she can turn on you.
Using your legs to lock hers straight, you immobilize her, and although she bucks against you and jerks her arms uselessly, you maintain your hold on her. Though you're not sure for how long, even from a position that should give you excellent leverage against her, she's almost managing to break your lock just by squirming. You need to end this quickly, before you lose the advantage.
[[Constrict her throat|Lamiai Victory]]
[[Offer her a bargain|Lamiai Deal]]
<<abcd "(C)">>[[Fuck her|Lamiai Corruption]]After a while, you finish savoring your <<if $genF == false>>post-sex glow<<else>>conquest<</if>> and disentangle yourself from the lamiai, pushing yourself off the snake-like woman and to your feet. Stretching your well-worked muscles, you look down at her, and are surprised to note her appearance has changed somewhat. Her figure has filled out, and more closely matches the illusion she tried to charm you with. She's far less gaunt than before, with fuller breasts and a softer face framed by wavy locks of lustrous black hair. Her hands look more human as well, having lost their scales and talons, although they still have long, wicked-looking nails at the ends. Most notable of all, however, is her long snake-like lower body, which has transformed from patterns of rough, dull greys and blacks to a smooth, glittering cascade of pure black, tinged at the edges with flecks of sparkling gold. Rousing herself from her orgasmic reverie, her eyes flutter open to reveal dark violet eyes, that are almost entirely like a human's, only somewhat elongated pupils to hint at their earlier serpent-like aspect.
Using her lower body to effortlessly leverage herself upright, she slides over to you, pressing herself up against you and giving you a coquettish look before asking, "Well, what should we do now, master? I'd be delighted to stay here and... 'entertain' you as long as you like, but you do seem to be in the middle of something at the moment. And I imagine that when my part here is over I'll be whisked back to where I was before, without even a fare-thee-well from our deific host." Her formerly pronounced hiss has softened to a slight emphasis on every 's', perhaps because her tongue no longer appears to be forked, although it still seems quite long and flexible.
Considering her words, you contemplate what to do; a lamiai following you around the village could be problematic, and you don't know if you'll be able to keep her satisfied, you're not entirely sure how you managed it this time. Then again, she does seem to be good with those illusions, so you can probably make something work. Deciding to worry about it later, you tell her to just make her way to the village near Lysandrim's temple as she can, adding that she's not allowed to eat anyone unless she absolutely has to. She gives a small laugh and pats your shoulder before saying, "You don't have to worry if you're feeling a bit squeamish, master, with how full I am now I could probably go a century or two before I need another meal."
Feeling slightly reassured you haven't just unleashed a terrible monster on the village, you make sure all your clothing and things are in order, and you're getting ready to leave when you feel her hand on your arm. Turning, you see she's holding something, which she carefully presents to you. Looking at it, you can see that it is a sheathed dagger. Taking it from her, you examine it closely. At first glance, it almost looks like a bronze snake, but it's clearly a long dagger made to look like a snake, with the head as the pommel and the scaled neck as the hilt.
Made entirely out of a single piece of bronze, the blade is slightly wavy, almost like a serpent in motion. Wide at the bottom and tapering to a small sharp point, the blade has a long channel reaching from near the tip to the hilt, and in it are etchings of snakes twined together. The snake's head pommel is open as if to strike, with two green jewels for eyes and four gleaming silver fangs set in the mouth. The grip is intricately engraved to look like the scaled body of a serpent, which also gives you a decent grip. The sheath is made up of brilliant green scales of some kind, and grips the blade solidly. The craftsmanship seems extremely good overall, but something about the weapon resonates with the echos of that dark fire that still linger in your belly.
The woman watches you inspect the dagger, and interrupts you to say, "The blade is coated with my own venom, and you should avoid cutting yourself with it. A small one probably won't kill you, but you will most likely get very ill, and you can probably forget finishing this game of Lysandrim's. A solid blow will probably kill or at least debilitate most mortal creatures, and it won't fade with time, but it will lose potency with use." Deciding that wearing it openly might invite trouble, you tuck it in your clothes, sliding it under your belt. You almost go to leave once more, but realizing something, you turn and ask the lamiai her name. Blinking, she chuckles, saying, "Everything happened so suddenly, I suppose I never did introduce myself. My name is Ofeía, although you may call me what you wish, master." Nodding, you turn back to the door, finally prepared to leave.
<<set $hsd to true>>
[[Continue|Priestess Quarters]]A DuskBright Games project.
Created and written by Stratos.
[[Return|$return]]Picking up the ornate metal skyphos, you cautiously sniff it and find the drink has a deep bitter aroma, with hints of honey and something else you can't identify. Shrugging to yourself, you take a sip of the frothy concoction and taste the deep bitter base you smelled, which is offset nicely by the honey and some sort of spice that leaves a fair amount of heat on your tongue. As it goes down, you can almost feel it infusing you with vigor and banishing your fatigue.
Taking eager gulps of the drink now, you marvel at the speed and efficacy with which it works, in mere moments, your weariness has completely vanished, and you feel ready and eager to run a dozen miles. All too soon, you've drained the skyphos dry, however, and reluctantly you set it back down, surreptitiously glancing about to see if there's more nearby. You don't see any, and while you could probably get more, you honestly don't need it, your hunger and thirst are both completely sated already.
You feel a little different as if you're lighter on your feet, and you really do feel like you could run a dozen miles. Whatever that stuff's made out of is remarkable, and you find yourself wondering where it came from and whether you could produce it around here. You eye the other food, wondering if you should have something more, but dismiss the idea, it'd just disappoint you after the cacao, and you turn away from the table.
<<modfat -50>>
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[[Next|Party Hub]]Deciding to risk it, you step out from around the corner and announce your presence to the woman. Twisting around in her chair, she looks at you in surprise for several moments before scrambling to her feet and cautiously moving to stand across from you. Now that you can see her face, you note that she is indeed a young woman, your age, or perhaps slightly younger. She has a reasonably pretty face, although she couldn't compete with the women of your family, and smooth olive skin. A look of dawning comprehension crosses her face, and she visibly relaxes, saying, "You must be <<PName>>, aren't you?" When you affirm that you are, she claps her hands together and smiles excitedly, saying, "I'd been hoping to meet you!<<if $genF is true>> Although you're not quite what I imagined..." She trails off, looking your feminine body up and down<<if $tri >1>>, lingering on your stomach with a perplexed expression<</if>>.<<else>>"<</if>>
She gives a small "Oh!" before continuing, "But I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? I'm Lamalliá, an acolyte of Lysandrim." She gives a slight bow, which you politely return. Placing her hands on her hips and cocking her head at you, she asks, "So, <<PName>>, son<<if $genF is true>> err, or would it be daughter now? Huh. Well, child<</if>> of the high priestess, why is it we never see you at the temple? Lady Charis is a priestess herself of course, and Korinna is a novice so they're here almost all the time, and little Akakios studies and visits your parents practically every day, but you never seem to come by at all."
Feeling a little sheepish that a stranger had noted your distinct absence from temple life in contrast to the rest of your family, you reply that you never really felt comfortable being at the temple, so you just started avoiding it. Arching an eyebrow at you Lamalliá replies, "But why would you ever be uncomfortable here?" Pausing for a moment she continues in a slightly conspiritorial tone, "You know, when some of the girls get to talking about it, they wondered if perhaps you prefer boys, and all the temple women making eyes and propositioning you constantly scared you off. <<if $genF is true>>Although I suppose that might not be a problem anymore,<<if $fem > 7>> you'd need a stick to keep them off you now,<</if>><<else>>If you do, you don't need to avoid the temple, I could quietly let them all know, and<</if>> I'm certain some of the boys around here would be delighted to make eyes at you instead."
Blushing furiously as she smiles coyly at you, you inform her that will not be necessary, and that the temple just makes part of you uncomfortable, and you have no idea why. Looking disappointed she says, "Well, do you feel 'uncomfortable' now? You seem fine to me." This brings you up short. Were you getting that same old uncomfortable feeling? You'd been so rattled by what was happening and the whole mess you were in to even think about it. The immediate answer is no, there's no little writhing ball in the pit of your belly or hair standing upon the back of your neck making you anxious and on edge like you remember. You don't recall feeling it at all since you awoke here, now that you think back.
Pondering what this could mean, you nearly forget that Lamalliá is there until you hear her say, "I'll take that as a no then." Looking up, you're startled to see her face inches from your own. Having taken the opportunity to sidle right up next to you, she continues, "So does that mean we can expect to see more of you around here then?" Dodging the question, you tell her you can't really say for sure, and besides, you don't have time to be chitchatting. Pouting slightly, she says, "Ah yes, the silly trial you're going through with for some reason."
Suddenly her eyes twinkle and her smile returns, and she adds, "Perhaps you'd like my help with that? We've been strictly told not to help you escape, but there are...other ways I could assist you." Narrowing your eyes at her, you ask what she wants in return. Looking at you with wide, innocent eyes she says, "Me? I don't want anything in return, buuut now that you mention it, it would be very nice of you to, perhaps, let me style your hair? I just adore playing with people's hair." She wants to style your hair? You suppose that's pretty harmless, but do you have the time to waste on this?
[[Let her do your hair|Acolyte Hairstyling]]
[[Politely decline|Acolyte Refusal]]No longer able to ignore the growing heat in your groin, you surreptitiously glance around, double-checking to make sure no one is hiding, before taking a seat on the edge of the bed and shifting your clothing out of the way. With a heated sigh, your imagination conjures up a procession of lewd fantasies for you to start stimulating yourself to, and in short order, a climax washes over you. Far from feeling relief though, your considerable lust has barely waned at all, and your body still seems ready and eager to go.
Continuing on with a growing sense of trepidation, you bring yourself to orgasm several more times, until finally you collapse in a panting heap on the bed, exhausted and soaked in your own fluids, but at least feeling a moderate decrease in your desire for sex. You're certain this must be Lysandrim's doing, you were warned about your passion being inflamed over time, but you didn't think it would go this far. Deciding you should probably get on with the trial before this gets any worse, you tiredly push yourself to your feet and shuffle towards the door.
<<modsexfat 50>>
<<modlus -50>>
<<modlew 1>>
[[Continue|Deep Ritual Antechamber]]Flopping down on the bed, you close your eyes and try to get some rest. You sleep soundly, but your dreams are full of erotic visions of alluring figures engaging in various forms of debauchery. You wake up after an indeterminate amount of time, rested and refreshed, but also incredibly aroused.
<<if $preg == true and $tri == 0>> As you get up, you feel a bit odd, like your balance is slightly off. Figuring it's just some lingering grogginess, you stand up and stretch.<<if $kids == 0>> You //do// feel a little heavier than before, have you put on some weight, maybe? Now is not really the time to be worrying about that kinda thing though, you're still in the middle of the trial after all.<</if>><<elseif $preg == true and $tri == 1 and $kids == 0>> As you wake up, you definitely feel something is different this time. Sitting up, you immediately notice your stomach bulging out visibly. Panic shoots through you for a second, and you place a hand over the firm mound, stunned by its sudden appearance. You can't possibly be //pregnant//! Well, you suppose you probably //can// be, now, but it certainly shouldn't happen this quickly, you haven't been down here nearly long enough for it to be showing! Running your hands over the taut roundness of your middle, you'd guess you're about halfway along from the size of it, which ordinarily would mean three or four months in, maybe.
The only explanation is Lysandrim messing around with things, this is his temple after all, he can probably do something as simple as accelerating a pregnancy. It just boggles your mind that it happened this quickly, at this rate you might give birth before you even make it out of the temple! The implications start tumbling through your head, and you feel the panic coming back, but you take a deep breath and shove it all back down, shaking your head to clear it. You can't afford to lose it now, the only thing to do is keep moving forward and deal with things as they come.<<elseif $preg == true and $tri == 1 and $kids > 0>>As you wake up, you definitely feel different this time. Sitting up, you immediately notice your stomach bulging out visibly once again. A strange feeling of resignation and... affection? Works its way through you, and you place a hand over the firm mound, gently rubbing it. It seems a bit cruel to turn someone into a woman and then saddle them with multiple births in a matter of... has it been hours, or days? It's hard to tell down here. Resting your hands over the taut roundness of your middle, you'd guess you're about halfway along from the size of it, which ordinarily would mean three or four months in, maybe.
It still surprises you that it happens this quickly, and you feel a little of the panic coming back, but you take a deep breath and let it out slowly, shaking your head to clear it. You can't afford to lose it now, the only thing to do is keep moving forward and deal with things as they come.<<elseif $preg == true and $tri == 2>> Waking up this time, you were <<if $kids == 0>>almost<</if>> expecting what awaits you when you open your eyes. You don't even need to lift your head to see the massive swell of your belly now, seems it's grown even larger while you slept, and it feels like your breasts have swollen up to match it. Heaving yourself up to a sitting position, you gaze down blankly at your massive stomach. Judging by the size, you must be nearing the end of the pregnancy now, the equivalent of six months maybe? A confusing mix of emotions swirl through your head, but you shake them off once more. You need to stay on task and get through this trial first, you can worry about what to do in the long term later.
<<modtit 1>><</if>>
Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and trying to ignore the remaining fragments of titillating dreams swirling through your mind, you continue on your trial.
<<modfat -50>>
<<modlus 50>>
<<modlew 1>>
<<if $preg == true>><<modtri 1>><</if>>\
[[Continue|Deep Ritual Antechamber]]!!@@.blue;Deep Antechamber@@
You are in a ritual antechamber. It's a fairly bright room, about half the size of the ritual chamber you woke in. Several large mirrored braziers are mounted on the walls, with small fires burning in each. Against the west wall, a large brazier sits low on the floor before something covered in a thick, dark sheet of fabric.
Peeking under it, you see it's covering a small statue of Lysandrim. Several low tables hold a variety of things, including a bowl of fruit, a pitcher and cups, a basin of water, piles of folded cloth, and some urns and jugs that give off fragrant scents. Against one wall is a low bed piled with embroidered cushions. Several carpets cover the floors, with various types of designs and colors.
<<if visited("Deep Ritual Antechamber") < 1>>You look around, but your mother has vanished, nowhere to be seen. <</if>>You could probably use the bed to rest in relative safety if you feel tired, otherwise, there doesn't seem to be much to do here.
<<if $genF == true and $tri == 3>>[[Take a nap|Birth]]<<else>>[[Take a nap|DRA rest]]<</if>>
[[Masturbate|DRA masturbate]]
[[(E)Door to corridor|Deep Ritual Corridor 1]]!!@@.blue;Deep Ritual Chamber@@
You are in the large chamber you awoke in. You assume it to be meant for holding rituals of some sort. The room is dimly lit by several small bronze braziers suspended from the ceiling by slim chains, but the light is sufficient to see; albeit with a dim haze surrounding everything that obscures detail. It is a large circular room without windows, the floor and ceiling are flat except for a small terraced pond in the center of the room that appears to hold water. The room appears to be made entirely of veined white marble, except for gilt moldings where the wall meets the floor and ceiling that wrap around the circumference of the room.
The south wall holds a set of closed doors, made of similar stone to the rest of the room. A large statue of Lysandrim in the nude occupies the opposite side of the room from the doors, before which stands your stone slab, which you assume to be an altar of some sort. Off to one side of the altar is a small table holding several bottles, jars, and other small objects.
[[Examine the table|Deep Ritual Table]]
<<if visited("Kalene 1")>>[[(S)Doors to corridor|Deep Ritual Corridor 1]]<<else>>[[(S)Leave through the marble doors|Kalene 1]]<<endif>>!!@@.blue;North Deep Corridor@@
You find yourself at one end of a dimly lit corridor, the other end of which is obscured by dark and haze. The only illumination comes from intermittent braziers mounted to the wall. At the north end of the hall are a pair of solemn marble double doors. Immediately adjacent to the double doors, there is a single embellished wooden door against the west wall, leading to the antechamber where your mother was.
An examination of the single door reveals that extensive carvings cover its surface, which at first glance appear to consist mostly of vines and foliage along with simple decorative patterns. However, upon closer inspection, you can also make out lovers embracing hidden amongst the foliage.
[[(N)Marble doors to the ritual chamber|Deep Ritual Chamber]]
[[(S)Continue down the corridor|Deep Ritual Corridor 2]]
[[(W)Door to the antechamber|Deep Ritual Antechamber]]!!@@.blue;Central Deep Corridor@@
A stretch of long marble corridor, the ends of which are obscured by a haze of shadows and dim lights. Against the east wall is a set of very large wooden doors, inlaid with bronze, and simply decorated. The west wall holds a set of polished wooden doors, from which a faint acrid smell tickles your nostrils.
[[(N)Go north|Deep Ritual Corridor 1]]
<<if visited("Main Ritual Chamber")>>[[(E)Doors to underground atrium|Main Ritual Chamber]]<<else>>[[(E)Large decorated doors|Sphinx 1]]<</if>>
[[(S)Go south|Deep Ritual Corridor 3]]
<<if visited("Oil Spring")>>[[(W)Doors to oil spring|Oil Spring]]<<else>>[[(W)Polished doors|Oil Spring]]<</if>>!!@@.blue;South Deep Corridor@@
You are at the south end of the long hall. There is a polished wooden door at the end of the hall, and a couple of similar doors along the west wall. Drawing close to the nearest door, you can hear faint sounds like water flowing. The next door is quiet, but your nose detects the smell of cooked food. The door at the end of the hall has a decorative pull ring, in the form of several nude women with their backs arched and mouths open, outstretched hands gripping the feet of the next woman.
[[(N)Go north|Deep Ritual Corridor 2]]
<<if visited("Priestess Quarters")>>[[(S)Door to living quarters|Priestess Quarters]]<<else>>[[(S)Door at the end of the hall|Priestess Quarters]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Priestess Bath")>>[[(W)Door to small bathing room|Priestess Bath]]<<else>>[[(W)Door with water sounds|Priestess Bath]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Private Kitchen")>>[[(W)Door to small kitchen|Private Kitchen]]<<else>>[[(W)Door that smells of food|Private Kitchen]]<</if>>!!@@.blue;Ritual Table@@
Moving closer, you take stock of the objects cluttering the small table. Bottles of liquid, jars of incense and oils, pots filled with creams, a tiny ritual knife too small to be of any use, a few small pieces of cloth, and several other objects you don't recognize litter the tabletop. Three bottles, in particular, stand out, lined up in front of everything else and looking new and untouched. You assume these must be what the matron was referring to.
The first is a very round bottle that holds a deep brown liquid so dark it's nearly black. The second is a long, tall bottle holding a clear, golden liquid. The third resembles an inverted triangle and holds a blue liquid so pale it almost looks like water. None of the other objects seem particularly useful or interesting.
<<if visited("Take Round Bottle") < 1 and visited("Drink Round Bottle") < 1>>[[Examine the round bottle|Round Bottle]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Drink Tall Bottle") < 1>>[[Examine the tall bottle|Tall Bottle]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Take Triangle Bottle") < 1 and visited("Drink Triangle Bottle") < 1>>[[Examine the triangular bottle|Triangle Bottle]]<</if>>
<<return [[Deep Ritual Chamber]]>>Surprise freezes you in place for a few seconds as the dog's big wet tongue roots around in your mouth, but even after you start trying to squirm away there isn't much you can do pressed against the stone like this. You try to push its tongue out, but you worry what it might do if you used your teeth, so you're limited trying to close your lips and push it out with your tongue. However, all you manage to do basically amounts to a deep kiss, which it is apparently happy to return, sticking its flexible tongue further down your throat.
As it continues to aggressively plow into you from both ends now, you find yourself wondering who would teach a dog to kiss during sex, but this is a temple of Lysandrim, for all you know they regularly use the dogs in ritual orgies or something. Your musings are interrupted as a small orgasm comes over you, shivers working their way up your spine as the waves of pleasure grow. They're not the only thing getting bigger though, for a little while now you could swear the dog's cock is getting bigger and bigger inside you.
However, the dog starts slowing the speed of its movements, which surprises you since you thought it was about to come. Its dick continues to swell inside you, but you notice that actually, only one part of it around the base is getting bigger, to a now ludicrous degree. As you puzzle over what is happening, its movement stops entirely, and that's when you feel the first spurt of hot liquid hit your insides as the dog begins thoroughly inseminating you.
Thinking your ordeal is nearly over, you start to relax, waiting for it to finish so you can get on with this crazy trial, but the dog's ejaculation drags on and on as your insides quickly become filled with its cum. Minutes pass with no signs of stopping as your womb starts to become stuffed uncomfortably full with its thick semen, your breathing becoming heavy once more as the strange sensations send fresh feelings of pleasure up your spine. Those feelings only intensify when, after an interminably long time, the dog finally turns and gets off you, trying to pull away despite still being connected by the swollen knot of its cock.
The bizarreness of the situation only seems to stoke the pleasure building inside you until it finally culminates when, with one final tug and a loud pop, the dog's cock springs free of your vagina. The abrupt feeling of its exit and the seed flooding out of your now-gaping slit pushes you over the edge into an enormous climax that leaves you screaming out wordlessly as your mind goes blank. Coming to sometime later, you tiredly lever yourself off the stone floor and glance around, but the temple dog is nowhere to be seen, so, trying to ignore what just happened and the seed still trickling out of your body, you straighten out your clothes and get ready to move on.
<<if $preg == false>><<impreg 50 "a temple dog">><</if>>\
<<modlus -50>>
<<modlew 10>>
<<modfat 25>>
<<modvag 2>>\
<<modsex 1>>\
[[Continue|Temple Commons]]Deciding that you don't particularly care if some resent you for it, you reach behind your back and carefully free the serpentine dagger, resolving to strike the enormous hound down should it advance on you. Sensing your shift of intentions, or perhaps merely because of your surreptitious movements, the beast bares its fangs at you and charges. Waiting calmly, you hold your ground until it is nearly upon you, then sidestep and whip your arm out from behind your back, plunging the blade deep into the side of the dog, though it becomes stuck and the momentum rips it from your hand.
Apparently, you needn't have worried about the efficacy of the poison since after only a few more steps, the dog collapses, unmoving. Looking at its furry form lying there, you feel a little guilty since you doubt it would have really hurt you, or it wouldn't have been allowed into the trial. Which is when the body abruptly vanishes, leaving you alone in the room with your surprise, but then you realize the dagger is still embedded in the dog's body.
<<set $ktd to true>>\
<<set $hsd to false>>\
[[Continue|Temple Commons]]Steeling yourself to confront the beast head-on, you glance about for anything that might help, but all you see is furniture, including a stool a small distance away. Looking back at your furry opponent, you try to gauge how you could beat it. If it was just a regular wolf, you'd usually focus on avoiding its bite and getting your arms around its neck, controlling its mouth while you choked it out. A good solid kick would also be pretty effective, but the temple dogs are much larger than most wolves, and their thick, fluffy fur softens the impact of most blows.
You also doubt it will try to use its mouth to do anything other than grabbing your clothes since temple dogs are trained to restrain intruders rather than hurt them, and Lysandrim did make that promise that no serious harm would befall you. Perhaps you could wrestle it until you got a good hold and then toss it into some furniture to trip it up? That might get you to the nearest door or something.
It looks like your time to think is about up though, the dog is crouching low and tensing up its body in preparation to charge. Apparently, it intends to come right for you and end this quickly. You need to decide what you're going to do about it.
[[Leap for the stool|Doggy Duel 2a]]
[[Brace yourself to wrestle|Doggy Glomp]]
[[Sprint to the nearest wall|Doggy Duel 2b]]Launching yourself at the stool, you slide next to it and turn towards the dog, which is already nearly upon you. Grabbing onto the stool, you angle it towards the oncoming furry blur while keeping two of its legs braced firmly against the ground and ready yourself for impact. The collision nearly bowls you over anyways, the dog slamming into the flat head of the stool with the force of a falling boulder, but you put everything you've got behind it and manage to repel its charge.
Rebounding off the stool, the dog tumbles over and lands awkwardly, claws scrabbling for purchase on the smooth stone floor. You have an opportunity now, you just need to exploit it.
[[Run for a door|Doggy Glomp]]
[[Charge the dog|Doggy Duel 3a]]
[[Swing the stool at it|Doggy Duel 3b]]Pumping your legs desperately, you sprint for the nearest wall, praying you can make it before the dog catches you. Sliding to a stop just in front of the solid marble, your momentum causes you the bump into it slightly, though, fortunately, there happens to be a tapestry right there to cushion the impact. You can hear the scrabbling of claws on stone behind you as your canine opponent tries to avoid crashing as well, and you turn in time to see the almost comical sight of the very large dog leaning back and furiously working its legs against the slick stone floor to try and stop itself before it hits the wall.
You'd half hoped it wouldn't make it and crash into the wall, which most probably would have given you a chance to escape, but sadly it manages to stop itself several feet away from the wall. Now you're at something of an impasse though, the dog can't directly leap or charge at you with its size anymore, but you can't really leave the wall, and pretty soon it'll probably just try to grab you and drag you away or come at you from the side.
[[Lure it in among the furniture|Doggy Duel 3c]]
[[Make a break for it along the wall|Doggy Glomp]]
[[Pull the tapestry down on top of it|Doggy Duel 3d]]Deciding that turnabout is fair play, you charge at the dog, leaning forward and putting all of your weight behind your shoulder just as you crash into its side. Your furry nemesis doesn't seem terribly bothered by the impact, but you do manage to push it back quite a ways across the smooth rock floor, and with one final heave, toss it into a group of chairs and tables. Not wanting to waste this chance, you sprint past it to the nearest door, reaching it without issue.
Curious at the seeming lack of pursuit, you turn to glance behind you, but there's nothing there. Looking over at where you last saw it struggling in the furniture, the dog has vanished, and a more thorough check confirms that the dog is indeed nowhere in the room, period. Baffled, you wonder what happened, maybe you 'won' so it was whisked away?
Well, anyway, it seems like you're free to explore the room now, at least, not that it looks like there's much else to see.
[[Continue|Temple Commons]]Lifting the stool, you step forward and aim an underhand swing at the dog's head, hoping to stun it, but unfortunately, it's not so off-balance that it can't see the blow coming and easily avoid it. At least now you have something resembling a weapon that gives you some reach, and your opponent seems much more cautious about approaching you. Backing away slowly, you keep the stool between you and the dog, which follows you at a healthy distance.
Carefully backpedaling towards the nearest door, the dog does make a few attempts to dart around you, but a quick step forward while brandishing the stool is enough to dissuade it from coming too close. It doesn't take long to reach the double doors, and you quickly turn for a moment to make sure it's not locked before snapping your gaze back to the dog. To your surprise, however, it isn't anywhere in the room as far as you can see, even carefully sweeping the room to check under every table.
Well, anyway, it seems like you're free to explore the room now, not that it looks like there's much else to see.
[[Continue|Temple Commons]]Moving away from the door and towards the clusters of tables and chairs, you leave the wall and start weaving through the furniture, trying to entice the dog to follow you by moving slowly. It sort of works; your fluffy adversary cautiously pads after you, looking for a chance to pounce. You'd hoped it would be more aggressive and slip up, but this will have to do, though you might need to take a risk or two to open enough distance now.
Working your way towards the far edge, you wait for the moment the dog would have the hardest time following you, then suddenly make a break for it, vaulting over several tables in a beeline for the nearest door. Your canine opponent immediately breaks into a run to chase you but has some trouble working its way out of the tangle of furniture, and you handily beat it to the door. Risking a glance behind you as your hand touches the solid wooden surface of the door, you're surprised to see that the giant dog is nowhere to be seen, even once you give the room a more thorough scan.
Well, anyway, it seems like you're free to explore the room now, not that it looks like there's much else to see.
[[Continue|Temple Commons]]Suddenly a brilliant idea strikes you, and you shift a little, getting a firm grip on the simple tapestry hanging behind you and settling in to wait. The big dog isn't far from you but seems wary about getting closer, pacing back and forth instead as it stares at you. In an attempt to provoke it into making a move, you feint to the left and right a few times, as if you're about to make a break for it, and it freezes and tenses up in preparation to run but doesn't quite commit, and eventually, it gets tired of this and prepares to pounce.
When it finally does, you're prepared, pivoting away from the wall and pulling hard at the tapestry to bring it down on top of the dog, jumping on top of it and pressing it down to the ground, trapping it in the fabric. Cursing yourself for not making a break for it when you had the chance, you struggle to keep the beast contained as it bucks and writhes under you to escape the cloth prison, but mercifully it stops after some time. Though as soon as you sigh in relief, the dog vanishes out from under you, dropping you a couple of feet to sprawl on the floor.
A quick look around confirms the dog did not somehow wriggle free and is nowhere in sight, so it seems like you're free to explore the room now, not that it looks like there's much else to see.
[[Continue|Temple Commons]]As the massive bulk of the dog crashes into you, you realize you have made a big mistake. This realization does you little good, though, as you sail several feet through the air then land facedown with your attacker on top of you. You brace yourself for whatever is about to happen, but to your surprise, the dog seems content to simply lay on top of you.
<<if $genF == false>>Quite some time passes like this, and though you make a few attempts to rise or shake the dog off you, your fluffy captor uses its weight to keep you firmly pinned in place. So much time passes in fact that you're almost nodding off from boredom when the weight above you is suddenly gone. Surprise overtakes you for a few seconds, but you cautiously roll over and look around to find yourself alone in the room now, your dogged opponent having mysteriously vanished.
<<modfat -10>>
<<modlus 25>>
[[Continue|Temple Commons]]<<else>>Or at least, that's what it seemed like at first, but after a few seconds, the dog starts sniffing intently at the back of your neck, getting noticeably excited and energetic. A feeling of foreboding comes over you, and you start squirming underneath it in a vain attempt to escape, but all you manage to accomplish is pressing your body up against it until you can feel the distinctive bulge of its erection against your ass through your chiton. Apparently, this is all the encouragement your canine captor requires, as it immediately starts thrusting its hips up against you wildly.
Unsure what to do, you freeze, worried that any further movement will spur it beyond just dry humping your ass, but that turns out to be just as bad a call, as the dog's frantic movements seem to have hiked up your chiton enough to expose your lower body, and you can feel its raging phallus brushing up directly against your skin now. Squirming frantically once more, you try to move away as it starts poking against your ass and legs, getting dangerously close to your slit. Unfortunately, all your efforts accomplish is delaying the inevitable; the dog eventually gets lucky and lines up a thrust with your pussy, entering you with one quick movement and then pulling itself up close.
<<if $vcd == 0>>@@.red;You have lost your virginity.@@<<set $pluck to "a temple dog">>
A flash of pain stabs you as its large, bulbous rod parts your delicate folds, a shocked moan escaping you as you're deflowered.<<else>>A surprised yelp escapes you as its bulbous rod forcibly enters you.<</if>>A shock runs through you as the dog immediately begins swinging its hips at high speed. Some discomfort lingers for a bit, but you adjust quickly to the intrusion, and wet sounds begin emanating from where your bodies meet.
As the movement becomes smoother, familiar tingles of pleasure start running up your spine, and you have to fight to keep a high, pleased note from creeping into your voice as the beast's thick, veiny cock rampages through your now-soaked snatch. Though you guess there's really no point holding back, the only ones around to hear you are the dog and yourself, and it's not like the dog cares or even understands if you're getting off from it assaulting you. Or so you thought, but as soon as the first throaty sigh escapes you, your canine captor turns towards you and sticks its tongue in your mouth.
[[Next|Doggy Assault]]<</if>>Thinking that you just need to convince the dog of your good intentions, you crouch down and spread your arms, plastering the biggest grin you can manage on your face as you coo soothing platitudes at your furry adversary. The dog doesn't react much at first, but it isn't growling at least, so you start encouraging it to come closer and motion it towards you while continuing to speak to it in a bright, cheerful voice. It cocks its head curiously at you for a moment but then pads over towards you.
Reaching out carefully, you run one hand over the dog's fur and scratch behind its ear, and it responds positively, eyes closing slightly and tongue lolling out as it leans into your hand. Inwardly breathing a sigh of relief, you start scratching further up its back, putting both hands into it as the dog lowers its head and leans its entire body into you. You stop and give out a small yelp when you feel something cold and wet prodding at your groin suddenly and look down to see the dog has pushed its head up under the hem of your chiton and is sniffing at your crotch energetically.
You instinctively try to move back, telling it to stop, but the dog moves with you, continuing to jam its nose against your slit until you stumble and fall on your backside. Not giving you even a moment to recover, the dog immediately starts licking your crotch vigorously, its big, soft tongue plunging deep into your pussy. You reach down to try and push its head away from you, but the dog is far stronger than you, and your legs are too unsteady to fend it off, so there's little you can do as it continues to expertly eat you out.
The dog clearly knows what it's doing, though you have to wonder //how//, and it quickly spurs you to orgasm lightly, legs unconsciously pushing your hips up towards the stimulation as the current of pleasure works its way down your spine. The afterglow leaves your head muddled, so when the pleasant sensations of the dog's tongue inside you stop, you're left momentarily confused. Opening your eyes, you're just in time to see the dog mount you, pulling its hips forward to slam itself directly into your drenched pussy.
<<if $vcd == 0>>@@.red;You have lost your virginity.@@<<set $pluck to "a temple dog">>
A flash of pain stabs you as its large, bulbous rod parts your delicate folds, a moan escaping you as you're deflowered.<<else>>A surprised yelp escapes you as its bulbous rod forcibly enters you.<</if>> Unsure if you should try to get away or let the dog do as it pleases at this point, you end up doing nothing as it starts rapidly swinging its hips at a blistering pace. Luckily the soaked state of your insides eases any discomfort, and your body quickly adjusts to this odd intrusion.
[[Next|Doggy Play 2]]Telling yourself that by this point you might as well just go along with it, you wrap your arms around the dog's fluffy back and push your hips farther up to meet it. The strange shape of its bright red cock rubbing against your insides sends shivers of pleasure up your spine as it rapidly scoops out your slick snatch. Breathing heavily from the sensations a moan escapes you every time its massive dick slides into your cervix, which leaves your mouth wide open when the dog leans down and sticks its tongue down your throat.
A muffled cry of surprise escapes you as its large, flexible tongue probes around your mouth vigorously, though the sensation is not unpleasant. Waves of building pleasure have washed away any remaining reticence you may have held, so you willingly return the kiss, twining your tongue around the dog's and gulping down all the saliva flooding into your mouth. The bizarreness of the situation only serves to further stoke the flames of pleasure building inside of you with each frantic movement of your bodies coming together.
It doesn't take long at all for the boiling mix of passion and pleasure to start to peak once more, the pressure building as you feel the dog's cock grow even larger inside you. Sure that this is a sign that it's also on the verge of climax, you grip its soft body between your knees and start thrusting your hips up to meet it. Oddly the feeling of the dog's phallus growing inside you continues without stopping, but that thought is banished from your head as a massive orgasm floods through it, sending crashing waves of pleasure throughout your body as you cry out in bliss.
Lingering aftershocks continue to spark through you as the dog's pace slows, its cock now grown to an incredible size inside you, though it feels like it's only the base that's actually inflated. Awkwardly clambering off you, the beast turns and tries to pull away, sending a shock through you as its engorged member pulls at your vagina, but it remains firmly stuck. That's when it finally erupts, shooting stream after stream of hot seed directly into your womb as it continues to try and pull away. The strange combination of sensations sends you careening over the edge into a climax that continues for what seems like an eternity until your mind finally goes blank.
Eventually, reason slowly returns to you, and you push yourself up off the cold stone floor and glance around. You're alone in the room now, though a truly stupendous amount of the dog's cum still flows out of your now-gaping pussy even now. Standing up, you straighten your clothes and try to ignore the sensation of fluids trickling down your thighs as you prepare yourself to continue forward.
<<if $preg == false>><<impreg 50 "a temple dog">><</if>>\
<<modlus -75>>
<<modlew 10>>
<<modfat 50>>
<<modvag 2>>\
<<modsex 1>>\
[[Continue|Temple Commons]]Mesmerized by the sight of the dog's large, bright-red cock, one way to pacify it jumps straight to the forefront of your thoughts and sticks there. Somewhat surprised that the idea would even occur to you, you nonetheless find yourself burning with curiosity about what such an oddly shaped thing would feel like inside you. Unable to believe you're about to try this, your pulse races as you shrug out of your loose chiton and let it slide to the floor.
Sliding one hand over your slit, you hurriedly stimulate yourself while taking a few steps forwards, picking at your clit and stroking your lips until your body starts readily secreting fluids in preparation for what you're about to do. The dog seems a bit puzzled by you at first, but once you turn around and get down on all fours, spreading your pink pussy wide open with two fingers and waving your ass enticingly, it quickly gets the idea and jumps atop you eagerly. The weight of its body almost bowls you over, but you manage to hold your ground, reaching your free hand behind you to guide the pulsing rod into your drooling snatch.
<<if $vcd == 0>>@@.red;You have lost your virginity.@@<<set $pluck to "a temple dog">>
A small stab of pain needles you as its large, bulbous rod dives into your delicate folds, a moan escaping you as you're deflowered.<<else>>A muffled moan escapes you as its bulbous rod brusquely enters you.<</if>> It turns out to have been a wise move to do the prep work yourself, as the dog wastes no time in getting started, immediately pumping its hips wildly against you as fast as it can. While it takes you a few moments to adjust to the pace, the feeling of its soft fur brushing against your body is quite pleasant, and you quickly match its movements, thrusting your ass back to meet it.
The sheer depravity of willingly copulating with a beast amplifies the feelings of pleasure running through you, and you find yourself in the throes of a small orgasm, a breathy cry slipping from you as your body shudders lightly. Placing one hand against the floor to brace yourself, the other slides up to stimulate your clit once more, greedily seeking out more pleasure. Wet sounds start to echo through the room as your bodies vigorously come together, copious amounts of fluids flowing down your thighs and being scattered across the floor from the force of your coupling.
Your mind is enshrouded in a fog of carnal desire, but through the lust-fueled haze, you feel an odd sensation, almost like the dog's already sizable manhood is growing larger still inside you. Wondering what other surprises it has in store for you, your toes curl and your mind goes blank as another small climax overtakes you. A wordless groan escapes you as shivers of pleasure work their way up your spine, and your breathing becomes heavy.
[[Next|Doggy Sex 2]]Sweat rolls down your body as you pant heavily, sucking in deep breaths as you come down from the peak. Which leaves you wide open when the dog decides to turn his head and stick his tongue inside your mouth, licking energetically. Surprised, but not unpleasantly, you turn your head to give him a better angle and return the sloppy kiss as he continues to plow into your slick cunt.
The dog's rod continues to grow, though it feels as if only the base of it has actually gotten bigger, and it's started tugging at your pussy every time he pulls back. Assuming that this is a sign of things coming to a close, you step up your movements, pinching and rolling your erect clit between your fingers as you suck on his long, flexible tongue. Your voice devolves into wet, muffled grunts and sighs as you feverishly work yourself towards the edge of the approaching precipice.
As things progress, the dog's pace slows, each thrust taking longer and longer as he has to work the knot at the base of his cock out of and then back inside you each time. Finally, though, he reaches the end of the road, struggling to pull out until, with an audible wet pop, it comes free, and he tries to thrust back in, pushing harder and harder to force himself back into your hole. Crying out, you feel it haltingly inch forward until your flesh finally yields, and he abruptly plunges into your deepest depths, sending you spiraling up into a massive climax.
Your eyes roll up, and every muscle in your body goes rigid as you're swept away on the current of pleasure, hardly noticing the flood of hot liquid that's begun to fill you now that the dog's movements have stopped. Your breathing is slow and heavy as the aftershocks of the orgasm continue to spark through you for a while, spurred on by every small shift of your conjoined bodies. Gradually the tide slows, then stops after what feels like an eternity of your insides being completely stuffed full of his cum. Giving your face one last affectionate lick, the dog clambers off you, pulling its now-deflated cock out as it pads off somewhere.
Sliding to the floor, you sit and take a few moments to gather your scattered wits after everything that just happened, a deluge of warm fluids flooding down your thighs and pooling on the floor now that nothing is there to hold them inside your gaping vagina. Staring at the growing puddle, you wonder what's come over you, you just willing seduced and fucked a dog, could the trial already be having such a large effect on you, or is there more to it? Shaking your head clear of any lingering fog and doubts, you dress and get ready to continue the trial.
<<if $preg == false>><<impreg 50 "a temple dog">><</if>>\
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<<modlew 10>>
<<modfat 50>>
<<modvag 2>>\
<<modsex 1>>\
[[Continue|Temple Commons]]Unable to shake off your curiosity, you tell yourself that it may be something to do with the trial and, quickly shrugging out of your clothes, dive in. The water is pleasantly hot and so clear you have no trouble keeping the orb in sight as you swim over to it. Reaching out to scoop it up, you feel the water shift around strangely and suddenly find yourself surrounded by a wall of thick, dark blue scales.
Recoiling in alarm, you make a few panicked strokes for the surface, thoughts racing to figure out where the hell something that big could have come from in a room like this, but the sinuous scales quickly constrict around you, thick, powerful coils trapping you completely. For a moment, terror overwhelms you, but rather than dragging you back down in the water to drown you, you're pulled up until you break the surface, gasping and sucking in deep breaths of air. Your already confused brain sinks even further into bewilderment when it registers that directly in front of you is a rather large, nude woman, who gives you a lazy little wave as you gawk at her.
It takes several seconds for your mind to start working again, but the woman appears to be in no rush, and the first thing you notice is that just below her hips, the woman's skin melds into a powerful body covered in dark blue scales that extends down below the water, and you realize she is the creature who's ensnared you. <<if visited("Lamiai Leave Fail") or visited("Confront Lamiai 1")>>You immediately think back to the lamiai you encountered, but the lamiai was much smaller, and while this one's lower body is vaguely serpentine, the build is different, with fins along it like a sea-creature, so you suspect she's something far more rare and dangerous.<<else>>You take in the long length and size of her body, some vaguely reptilian aspects of her features, and a tiny flicker of recognition lights in your brain.<</if>> She looks different than the stories you've heard of great primordial beings who almost rivaled the gods, but if you had to wager, you'd guess she was a dracaenae, perhaps a young one, or of mixed blood.
Apparently tiring of just staring, the dracaenae shifts, and you see the red orb rise above the water, cradled by the finned tip of her body, as she speaks in a flat, ominous tone, "Well? Don't you have something to say for yourself, little manling? Or does your kind think nothing of trying to take that which does not belong to you?" You start to panic once more, racing to come up with an excuse, stammering out a few incomprehensible words in your hurry, but the woman laughs lightly and cuts you off, saying, "I'm merely joking, it would be silly of me to blame the prey for trying to take the bait set out to lure it." Being referred to as prey doesn't exactly put you at ease, but at least she doesn't seem angry.
Since she does appear to be rather talkative, you decide striking up a conversation and getting a rapport going might be a good idea, and, glancing over at the crimson sphere, ask what it is. The creature's eyes widen slightly, and with a grin, she says, "Ah, even in a situation like this, you can't control your curiosity, huh? Well, I suppose that's part of what makes mortals interesting enough to keep around. As for this little bauble, it's merely a relic commissioned by some paranoid king long ago; if you touch it to a container of liquid, it neutralizes any poisons present. Not terribly useful to me, but at least it's pretty for something so utilitarian."
[[Next|Dracaenae 2]]Making all the appropriate oohs and ahs as she speaks, you follow up with several ingratiating comments about how great and powerful she must be to treat such an object as a mere toy, and then, with staged surprise, ask what her name is. Giving you a calculating look, she slowly replies, "Well, I hadn't intended to introduce myself, but I suppose there's no harm in doing so, so you can call me Flotámi." Silently cheering yourself on, you hastily introduce yourself as well, pleased with how well this seems to be going, even if you are still firmly in the grip of a she-dragon.
A long silence drags on for several moments after that before you finally break it and ask what happens now, and, much to your amusement, you think your captor actually looks a little embarrassed. Fidgeting back and forth, Flotámi somewhat sheepishly says, "Well, normally I'd probably just tear you limb from limb and be done with it, <<PName>>, maybe devour you if I was particularly hungry. Though humans are kind of awful for eating, honestly, stringy meat and seldom enough fat on them...but Lysandrim forbids I harm you in any overt manner." With a deep sigh, she leans back and continues, "Beginning to wonder why I bothered agreeing to this in the first place, I was a bit curious when he came to ask me if I'd participate in his little game, but you seem like just an average mortal manling."
She seems at a bit of a loss as to what to do now, which presents you with an opportunity, you could suggest just about anything, and so long as it isn't too outlandish she might play along just to get this over with. You wonder if you could snag the orb too, she doesn't seem too attached to it, and it could come in handy. Quickly drumming up a few ideas, you consider your options.
<<if $hnf == true or $hfe == true or $hsd == true>><<abcd "(A,B)">>[[Offer a trade|Dracaenae Barter]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: missing neccesary item(s)//''<</if>>
<<abcd "(B)">>[[Challenge her|Dracaenae Challenge]]
<<if $corruption > 2 or $divinity > 2>><<abcd "(C,D)">>[[Seduce her|Dracaenae Seduction]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: hidden attribute insufficent//''<</if>>You don't really have any treasure, but you do have something you think might be more useful, so perhaps you could strike a bargain. Mustering your most persuasive manner possible, you confidently suggest that if she has no real desire to play Lysandrim's game with you, perhaps you can just strike a deal that profits you both. Peering at you, a look of mild disbelief plastered across her face, Flotámi says, "What could such a young manling possibly offer that could interest me?"
Maintaining your confidant tone, you tell her that you've come across several interesting items during the course of the trial, and perhaps she'll find one of them to be of more use to her than that orb. The she-dragon seems to consider this for a few moments, then nods to herself and shifts her sinuous body, depositing you on the far side of the water from the door. You open your mouth to point out your things are on the other side, but the tip of her tail is already swinging over to present your clothes.
Dressing quickly, you fumble through your things, wondering what you should present in trade.
<<if $hfe == true and $genF == false>>[[Offer the femininity potion|Dracaenae Potion]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: missing neccesary item//''<</if>>
<<if $hnf == true>>[[Offer the dryad's boon|Dracaenae Boon]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: missing neccesary item//''<</if>>
<<if $hsd == true>>[[Offer the lamiai's dagger|Dracaenae Dagger]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: missing neccesary item//''<</if>>You think this might be a hard sell, but you pull out the small heather flower <<NymN>> gave you and present it to Flotámi. Raising one eyebrow skeptically, she says, "A flower? Really?" You quickly explain what it is, but the look of skepticism remains on her face, and she says, "Even if I take your word at face value, and that is a boon from a nymph, I fail to see what value or use it would have for me." Thinking fast, you point out that she seems at home in the water, but if she ever needed to go onto land, she could be at a disadvantage if she needed to track something down or do something in a town, a nymph could move about freely where she could not.
The dragoness doesn't look entirely convinced, but her face has relaxed a bit, and she appears thoughtful, at least. Pressing the attack, you go on, listing every possible reason she might need a nymph you can think of until finally, you end by telling her to just picture the look on the nymph's face when her favor gets called in by a great dragon instead of a mere human. Flotámi actually laughs a little at that, and, pausing to consider for a long minute, finally says, "I suppose it would not be useless to have, and the fact that you are giving it up despite it holding much more value for you means something; it still does not feel like a fair trade for me, but I suppose in the interest of ending my part in this little game I could agree."
[[Trade the flower|Dracaenae Boon Conclude]]
[[Offer the lamiai's dagger instead|Dracaenae Dagger]]
[[Offer the femininity potion instead|Dracaenae Potion]]Having come to a decision, you nod to yourself and hold out the bloom, affirming that you agree it's a fair trade. Taking the flower from you, Flotámi swings her tail over and delicately slips the sphere into your hands. It has a decent weight to it and feels completely smooth, with no flaws or scratches marring its surface, and you wonder what it's actually made out of.
Putting it away, you look up at the dracaenae and politely bid her farewell, you do still have a trial to get on with after all, and she doesn't seem terribly interested in any more small talk. Lazily shooing you away with one hand, she says, "Go on then, away with you so we can both be done with this. And pray we never meet again, or I might tear you apart just on principle." You can't really tell if she's teasing you again, and you wonder if even she knows.
Walking around the edge of the pool, you wonder how you might put this new toy to use. Honestly, you feel a bit guilty pawning off the dryad's boon and putting her at the mercy of a dragon, but maybe Flotámi won't even use the favor. Stepping through the doorway into the changing room, you still can't quite believe you pulled this off, it'll certainly make a good story once you make it out of this.
<<set $hnf to false>>
<<set $hcs to true>>\
[[Continue|Dressing Room]]You decide to challenge her to a contest; it's a pretty typical thing to do in this sort of situation, and you could claim the orb as a prize. The only question is what sort of challenge to propose, your opponent is a dragon after all, she's bigger and stronger than you, and the room you're in is mostly taken up by the baths, limiting your options further. Staring into the water, you take in the massive coils of her body, and an idea starts to coalesce in your mind.
Speaking up, you suggest a contest, and if you win, she has to give you the orb and let you go. Looking at you incredulously, Flotámi bursts into laughter, clutching her sides and gasping for breath as she tries to speak, eventually getting out, "You're challenging //me//? To what? And what do I get when //I// beat //you//?" You actually hadn't thought about what she would get if she won, you're not exactly hauling around any treasure, and she's barred from harming you, but you shrug it off and say your mother is the high priestess so you can work something out afterward, maybe commission a statue of her or an offering of some sort; almost as an afterthought you add that it's a swimming contest.
Looking at you incredulously once more, Flotámi bursts into laughter yet again, this time having some trouble remaining upright and almost sinking into the water as she wheezes, "You're challenging me, Flotámi the SEA DRAGON to a SWIMMING contest!? And you're giving me an open reward in your mother's name!?" Looking her straight in the eye, you shrug and casually say that you are, and, after a short pause, add unless she's scared a little manling will beat her and wants to back out. Eyes narrowing, the she-dragon roughly deposits you on the ground and barks, "So how is this going to go down then?"
Walking over to the far end of the rectangular pool closest to the wall, you explain that it will just be a simple race from one end to the other, deliberately positioning yourself to be closest to the door. Shifting over, Flotámi positions herself next to you, waiting for some sort of signal to start, but you just stare at her until finally you simply point at the pool, where most of the length of her body is still resting, and explain that you can't really start until she's behind the starting line, or she could just touch her tail to the other end and claim she won. Looking sheepish, the she-dragon starts dragging her sinuous body out of the water but quickly starts to run out of space; brow furrowing in consternation, she starts squeezing herself into a big tangled clump until her entire length is out of the water.
[[Start the race|Dracaenae Race]]Pulling out the serpentine dagger, you feel confidant as you present it to Flotámi, who takes it up and inspects it curiously. You quickly explain what it is and where you got it, watching as she pulls it free of <<if visited("Lamiai Deal Conclude")>>the cloth<<else>>the sheath<</if>> and peers at the wavy blade. She considers it for a few more moments before carefully replacing it and returning it to you.
The she-dragon sits back for a few moments, with a pondering look on her face, before finally saying slowly, "While I don't really have need of such a weapon myself, the make is of fine quality, and its value is probably at least close to what you ask. Also, I myself am not venomous, so I suppose I could use it to inflict a particularly painful death on someone who angered me, and I've also sometimes wondered if lamiai are descended from my kind, so owning an ancient dagger coated in their venom does hold some appeal. I'd consider it a fair trade."
[[Trade the dagger|Dracaenae Dagger Conclude]]
[[Offer the dryad's boon instead|Dracaenae Boon]]
[[Offer the femininity potion instead|Dracaenae Potion]]Having come to a decision, you nod to yourself and hold out the dagger, affirming that you agree it's a fair trade. Taking the blade from you, Flotámi swings her tail over and delicately slips the sphere into your hands. It has a decent weight to it and feels completely smooth, with no flaws or scratches marring its surface, and you wonder what it's actually made out of.
Putting it away, you look up at the dracaenae and politely bid her farewell, you do still have a trial to get on with after all, and she doesn't seem terribly interested in any more small talk. Lazily shooing you away with one hand, she says, "Go on then, away with you so we can both be done with this. And pray we never meet again, or I might tear you apart just on principle." You can't really tell if she's teasing you again, and you wonder if even she knows.
Walking around the edge of the pool, you wonder how you might put your new toy to use. Honestly, you're a bit relieved to be rid of the sinister dagger, but it could have been more useful; how often is needing to remove poison from a container going to come up in a trial where nothing can directly harm you? As you near the doorway, you wonder if it would work on alcohol; perhaps there'll be a drinking contest you'll need to win or something.
<<set $hsd to false>>
<<set $hcs to true>>\
[[Continue|Dressing Room]]Cautiously speaking up, you tell her you can never have too much beauty, so she should drink it herself. Shifting back to look at you once more, Flotámi says, "Oh, do you have some reason to be so interested in what I do with it?" Shrugging sheepishly, you explain that it's just curiosity, but point out that doesn't make you wrong.
Tilting her head sideways, the she-dragon briefly considers this before finally saying, "I suppose you're right, though it might be amusing to force-feed it to an intruder, beauty is forever, if you're not a mortal, of course." With that, she plucks the stopper from the bottle and drains it in one gulp. The effect is immediate, the dracaenae exclaiming, "Oh!" and wrapping her arms around herself protectively as the entire length of her body starts to shudder. Worriedly, you wonder if she's had a bad reaction to it, or if you were misled about the concoction, and consider leaving quickly, but morbid curiosity keeps you rooted to the spot as her body begins to visibly shift before you.
Staring at Flotámi intently, at first you think your eyes must be deceiving you, but you quickly realize that she is indeed shrinking before your eyes, her giant scaled length becoming slimmer to the point that the level of water in the pool is actually going down. Other changes also start to manifest; her hair, which previously had the color and form of flat, wet seaweed, is now a vibrant sea-green and shifts about in voluminous locks, and her scales, which had been dull, dark blue, and rugged are now look like a smooth sheet of glittering sapphire gems. Many other changes work their way through her as the long seconds drag on, but eventually, her convulsing body stills, and the dragoness draws herself back up with a sigh of relief.
She gives you a stern look as she starts to speak, "For a few moments there, I thought you had tricked me, and I would have to risk Lysandrim's wrath to rend you in two, but it seems you spoke the truth, though the process was not...pleasant." Peering at her reflection in the water, she examines one hand before running it through her new mane of full-bodied hair as she murmurs, "I certainly cannot argue with the results though, I did not expect anything close to this level of change, it might almost be a bit //too// much." Trailing off, she shifts her hand to cup one of her breasts, which is so large now that it envelops her hand completely.
You swallow heavily upon seeing this, you'd been too distracted to pay much attention to the nude woman facet of the dracaenae before, but now the full weight of the trial's aura has come crashing back down on you. Of course, Flotámi almost immediately picks up on the change in your demeanor and shifts closer, leaning in towards you and giving you an excellent view of her bare cleavage as she purrs, "Oh? Enjoying the view, are we? I suppose I can't blame you, it //is// pretty impressive." Drawing even closer, she trails a hand down to your groin, slowly drawing a circle around your erection, as she murmurs, "I have been feeling oddly...frisky for while though, so perhaps I should take responsibility for this discomfort I've stirred up. I'm also a bit curious if a human will be able to satisfy me now since most really weren't, uh, //sufficient// for the old me."
<<modlus 20>>
<<set $bdl to true>>\
[[Go with the flow|Hot Dragon Sex]]
[[Make an excuse and leave|Dracaenae Reject]]You have absolutely no idea how she's going to react to this offer, but you pull out the round bottle anyway, fairly sure that it's interesting enough that she at least won't smite you for the mere suggestion. Flotámi moves in closer to you for a better look, tilting her head and asking curiously, "A concoction of some kind? What is its purpose?" Quickly explaining, you outline what it does, emphasizing that it's very difficult to make, and only the temple of Lysandrim knows how, though you have no idea if that's actually true.
Staring at you sideways, the dragoness murmurs in a flat voice, "Are you implying that I am so unfeminine as to need such a thing?" Swallowing heavily, you hope she's just teasing you again and stammer out that there are many uses for such a thing, like slipping it to a man that slighted her, for example. Rearing back, she laughs loudly before replying, "You need to lighten up and learn to recognize a joke, manling. Anyway, I'm not sure if the value is equal, but it's certainly intriguing enough that I would not feel cheated."
[[Trade the potion|Dracaenae Potion Conclude]]
[[Offer the lamiai's dagger instead|Dracaenae Dagger]]
[[Offer the nymph's boon instead|Dracaenae Boon]]Making a decision, you hand over the round bottle to Flotámi, and she swings her tail around and delicately slides the crimson ball into your hand. Peering at the bottle closely, the dragoness muses, "Now the question is, what should I do with this." Technically the trade is complete, and you could just leave, but perhaps you might be able to offer a suggestion; so far, she's been fairly receptive to your reasoning, but that might also be pushing your luck.
<<set $hfe to false>>
<<set $hcs to true>>\
[[Tell her she should drink it|Dracaenae Feminize]]
[[Suggest she save it|Dracaenae Turnabout]]
[[Just leave|Dressing Room]]The dragoness has scarcely pulled the tip of her tail up onto the stone before you let out a shout to start the race and dive into the water, quickly pulling yourself through the water with powerful strokes, the indignant clamoring you hear from behind you as Flotámi tries to untangle herself. Not allowing yourself to grow complacent, you concentrate on swimming as if your life depended on it, and as you get to around the halfway point or so, you finally hear a large splash as she finally gets into the water. However, such a sizable object entering a comparably small pool generates quite a large wave which, once it catches you, actually speeds you along towards the finish line.
You reach the other end in record time and, laughing, pull your dripping body from the water and look behind you. Even with your headstart and the wave giving you a boost, the she-dragon is still only a few seconds behind you, giving you a sharp glare as she slides up out of the water. With a casual shrug, you say that in an enclosed space like this being big and strong isn't always an advantage, and hold out your hand expectantly.
With an annoyed tch, Flotámi produces the red orb and places it in your outstretched hand, which it fits in nicely. With an exaggerated bow, you thank her for being such a good sport, then with a cheery salute, bid her goodbye and start around the edge of the bath towards where you left your clothes, grabbing a towel on the way and drying yourself off. Tucking the orb in with your other things, you get dressed and head towards the door.
<<modfat 10>>
<<set $hcs to true>>\
[[Continue|Dressing Room]]Awkwardly extricating yourself from the dragoness, you worriedly try to laugh off her advances and joke that you probably wouldn't be able to walk, let alone finish the trial after she got through with you. Fortunately, she seems to be unoffended and just smiles agreeably, as she replies, "Oh undoubtedly, I do have the strength and stamina to match a god's after all. If you're certain you'd rather play along with Lysandrim's little game, I suppose I could go hunt down someone else to keep me company, it shouldn't be too hard now that I could stand among even the most beautiful naiads and not feel outclassed." Relieved that she seems unconcerned, you start skirting around the pool towards the door as she lazily waves goodbye.
[[Continue|Dressing Room]]Figuring you haven't got anything to lose, you confidently propose that if she's feeling bored, you'd be happy to //entertain// her; staring at you with some amusement, Flotámi raises one eyebrow and asks, "Oh? And how exactly do you intend to do that?" With a wide, assured grin, you explain that if she hadn't already noticed, there's an aura to your trial that enhances desire and sensitivity, which, when combined with your skills, will show her a pleasant time she won't easily forget. Bursting into laughter, the dragoness exclaims, "//You//, a tiny little manling, think you can satisfy a being such as //me//?! I doubt even the greatest of your kind would manage to measure up, yet you believe you can?"
Looking her straight in the eye, you spread your arms and tell her you //know// you can, without a shred of hesitation. Staring back at you, Flotámi shakes her head, saying, "Normally I wouldn't even consider such an impertinent proposal, not that any other human has even dared to try, and would instead strike you dead on the spot." With a great sigh and shake of her head, she goes on, "Being barred from that though, I have been feeling a little...amorous since entering this temple, curse Lysandrim's eyes, so perhaps I could give you a chance to prove your bold claims..." Trailing off uncertainly, the she-dragon looks pensive as she considers you.
Sensing an opening, you suggest a wager to make things more interesting, if you can satisfy her, you get the red orb, but if you can't, you'll erect a statue of her or something, whatever she thinks is fair. Head tilting slightly, the dragoness nods slowly, saying, "A wager, huh? You really think you can pull it off, don't you? Very well, I accept, but don't complain when you fail and don't like a dragon's idea of fair recompense." With that, she shifts you over towards her and drops you unceremoniously in the water next to her, saying, "Let's see what you can do."
<<if $genF == false>>[[Next|Dracaenae Sex 1]]<<else>>[[Next|Dracaenae Sex 1f]]<</if>>Righting yourself after your abrupt dunking, you give the dragoness an unamused look as you swim over to her. You'll need to go all out this time, so you actively reach out for the <<if $corruption > $divinity>>dark fire<<else>>warm energy<</if>> you've felt previously, deliberately trying to coax it out, and it responds immediately, to your surprise. Coiling around inside you, it reacts to your intentions, flowing out to your fingertips and trickling into Flotámi as you wrap your arms around her large body and pull yourself up for a kiss.
More of the <<if $corruption > $divinity>>shadowy flames<<else>>bright sparks<</if>> work their way into her through your mouth, and a muffled exclamation emanates from her throat as your tongues twine together. As you pull back, Flotámi murmurs, "You weren't kidding about that aura increasing sensitivity; it felt amazing even when you barely touched me..." As she trails off, you slide a hand down to the divot in her body just above where it starts to turn to scales and run one finger over the familiar cleft there, letting a few more wisps of energy leak into her as you do.
Her reaction is immediate, back arching and hips pushing forward against your hand as she exclaims, "Ahhhh! Mmmmm, I'm beginning to think you may have an unfair advantage when it comes to our bet, <<PName>>." Allowing yourself a smug little smile while she can't see, you coyly ask if she'd prefer to stop, still running a finger up and down her slit. While her body presses up against your finger, demanding more stimulation, the dragoness purrs, "Don't be ridiculous, I'm not about to give up just because it feels a little good, you've got to //completely// satisfy me to win, and it's going to take more than some decent foreplay to make that happen."
Chuckling, you slide down her body until your hips are lined up, then guide your <<DickDesc>> erect cock towards her already slick hole, brushing the tip against her lips a few times as you gather up tendrils of <<if $corruption > $divinity>>black fire<<else>>glittering power<</if>> inside you. It's a bit difficult to get good leverage floating in the water, so you straddle her lower body with your legs and grip her waist tightly, pulling back as far as you can before ramming forward, plunging your entire length into her in one stroke. Your <<DickDesc>> rod <<if $dickS >= 9>>fits quite well, seems like your hefty size is a good match for her<<elseif $dickS >= 5>>feels a little loose, seems you're a little small for this<<else>>barely hits anything, you're way too small for her<</if>>, though you suspect it won't matter much as you channel a much bigger current of power into her through your dick.
Throwing her head back, Flotámi cries out wordlessly, overwhelmed by the deluge of sensations as the <<if $corruption > $divinity>>dark flames burrow<<else>>warm sparks slip<</if>> inside her. The water impedes fast movements, so you set a strong but measured pace as you start thrusting into her submerged snatch. The she-dragon manages to collect herself after the initial shock and, raising her head to look at you keenly, asks, "Are you //really// just a mortal man? Not a demi-god in disguise or something?"
[[Next|Dracaenae Sex 2]]Bursting out of the water spluttering, you give the dragoness a flat look as you swim over to her. You'll need to go all out this time, so you actively start reaching out for the <<if $corruption > $divinity>>dark fire<<else>>warm energy<</if>> you've felt previously, deliberately trying to coax it to life, and to your surprise, it responds at once. Coiling around inside you, it reacts to your intentions, flowing out to your fingertips and trickling into Flotámi as you wrap your slender arms around her large body and pull yourself up for a kiss.
More of the <<if $corruption > $divinity>>shadowy flames<<else>>bright sparks<</if>> work their way into her through your mouth, and a muffled exclamation emanates from her throat as your tongues twine together. As you pull back, Flotámi murmurs, "Lysandrim really has messed with my senses, that felt..." As she trails off, you slide a hand down to the divot in her body just above where it starts to turn to scales and run one finger over the familiar cleft there, letting a few more wisps of energy leak into her as you do.
Her reaction is immediate, back arching and hips pushing forward against your hand as she exclaims, "Ahhhh! Mmmmm, I'm beginning to think you may have an unfair advantage when it comes to our bet, <<PName>>." Allowing yourself a small, knowing smile while she can't see, you innocently ask if she'd prefer to stop, still trailing a finger up and down her slit slowly. While her body presses up against your finger, demanding more stimulation, the dragoness purrs, "Don't be silly, little girl. I'm not about to give up just because it feels a little good, you've got to //completely// satisfy me to win, and it'll take more than some decent foreplay to make that happen."
Laughing softly, you slide down her body to give your arm a better angle as you line up your hand with her slick crevice, brushing the tips against her lips a few times as you gather up tendrils of <<if $corruption > $divinity>>black fire<<else>>glittering power<</if>> inside you. You clamp your legs around her serpentine lower body for leverage in the water, her rough scales sending tingles up your spine as they rub against your pussy, before plunging your entire hand and part of your arm into her in one stroke. Her pussy fits you like a glove, your arm seems to be a good match for her, though you suspect it won't matter much as you channel a much bigger current of power into her through your arm.
Throwing her head back, Flotámi cries out wordlessly, overwhelmed by the deluge of sensations as the <<if $corruption > $divinity>>dark flames burrow<<else>>warm sparks slip<</if>> inside her. The water impedes fast movements, so you stick to steady movements as you start thrusting into her submerged snatch. The she-dragon manages to collect herself after the initial shock and, raising her head to look at you keenly, asks, "You're not one of Lysandrim's daughters in disguise that he's punishing or something, right? You're really just a simple mortal?"
[[Next|Dracaenae Sex 2f]]Laughing, you assure her that you're no demi-god or anything besides you're just that good. Eyes narrowing, Flotámi makes a disbelieving noise in her throat before shrugging and wrapping her long arms around you, pulling you closer to her, though the size difference puts your face right up against her sizable breasts. As you pump more and more power into her with every thrust, the sounds of her breathing starts to get sweeter and sweeter, and her lower body undulates under you, pushing her up to meet you in time with every movement.
This drags on for quite a while, to your surprise, while your <<if $corruption > $divinity>>dark fire<<else>>warm energy<</if>> does seem to be affecting her, it's having a much more diminished impact than usual. She is a dracaenae, though, so maybe that's to be expected, and with that in mind, you decide to ramp things up, forcing more power into her as you clamp your mouth around one of her nipples and shift a hand down to toy with her clit. Her reaction is promising small gasps and groans start escaping her with every movement, and she strokes the back of your head with one hand and purrs, "More, give me more!"
Feeling an orgasm of your own building, you swing your hips faster, muscles straining from the resistance of the water as your <<DickDesc>> cock plows into her pussy. As the sensations swell, so does the power welling up inside you, growing more intense and pushing both of you towards the approaching crescendo. Feeling yourself reach the peak, you plunge inside once more, unleashing a copious flood of <<if $corruption > $divinity>>fiery darkness<<else>>coruscating light<</if>> and seed into her depths as you both cry out in unison.
Emptying yourself into her, your hips continue to make small movements as you pour more and more hot cum into her seemingly bottomless vagina. After what seems like an eternity, you collapse atop her, soaking in the water and the post-sex glow. Eventually, though, Flotámi raises herself back up and stretches out her arms out with a luxuriant sigh, and you quickly slide off to avoid being dunked in the water; now a little distance away and with a moment to think, you can take in her full size for the first time, and it sinks in that you really just had sex with one of the most terrifying creatures around.
Swimming over to where you left your clothes, you climb out of the water and snag a nearby towel to dry yourself and quickly dress, then turn and hold out your hand expectantly. Flotámi pretends to ignore you for a few seconds, inspecting her reflection in the water, but eventually sighs, and, swinging her tail over to deposit the crimson sphere in your outstretched hand, murmurs, "I suppose that was surprisingly good. For a mortal." Stowing the smooth orb, you politely bid the dragoness farewell and make for the exit, still not quite believing that worked out so well.
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[[Continue|Dressing Room]]Laughing softly again, you assure her that you're no demi-god or anything else besides, just skilled. Eyes narrowing, Flotámi makes a disbelieving noise in her throat before shrugging and wrapping her long arms around you, pulling you closer to her, though with the size difference this leaves your <<BustDesc>> breasts pressing against her stomach and your face buried in her cleavage. As you pump more and more power into her with every stroke, the sounds of her breathing grows sweeter and sweeter, and her lower body undulates under you, causing her scales to start rubbing against your own slit, stimulating you further.
This drags on for quite a while, while your <<if $corruption > $divinity>>dark fire<<else>>warm energy<</if>> does seem to be affecting her, it's having a much more diminished impact than usual. She is a dracaenae, though, so maybe that's to be expected, and with that in mind, you decide to ramp things up, forcing more power into her as you clamp your mouth around one of her nipples and shifting your free hand down to toy with her clit. Her reaction is promising, small gasps and groans start escaping her with each movement, and she starts stroking the back of your head with one hand, moaning, "More, give me more!"
Between the power rushing through you and her rough scales rubbing against your lips, you can feel your orgasm building, and you start swinging your hips, muscles straining from the resistance of the water as it starts to churn. As the sensations swell, so does the power welling up inside you, growing more intense and pushing both of you towards the approaching crescendo. Feeling yourself reach the peak, you plunge inside once more, unleashing a copious flood of <<if $corruption > $divinity>>fiery darkness<<else>>coruscating light<</if>> into her depths as you both cry out in unison.
Gyrating your hips, you continue to make small movements as you ride the waves of pleasure rushing through you. After what seems like an eternity, you collapse atop her, soaking in the water as well as the glow of your climax. Eventually, though, Flotámi raises herself back up, stretching her arms out with a luxuriant sigh, forcing you to quickly back peddle to avoid being dunked in the water; now a little distance away and with a moment to think, you can take in her full size for the first time, and it sinks in that you really just had sex with one of the most terrifying creatures around.
Swimming over to where you left your clothes, you climb out of the water and snag a nearby towel to dry yourself and quickly dress, then turn and hold out your hand expectantly. Flotámi pretends to ignore you for a few seconds, inspecting her reflection in the water, but eventually sighs, and, swinging her tail over to deposit the crimson sphere in your outstretched hand, murmurs, "I suppose that was pretty good. For a mortal. With Lysandrim meddling with things." Stowing the smooth orb, you politely bid the dragoness farewell and make for the exit, still not quite believing that worked out so well.
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[[Continue|Dressing Room]]Speaking up, you suggest she hold onto it for now, never know when something like that might come in handy, and she can always drink it herself later if she changes her mind. Flotámi turns to look at you with mild surprise, leaning in close as she purrs, "Oh? You're still here? Shouldn't you be getting on with your whole trial thing? Unless there's a reason you don't want me to drink it right now..." Stepping back, you hurriedly assure her that you merely wanted to help, growing nervous at the turn things have taken.
The she-dragon does not seem satisfied by your answer, however, and draws even closer, staring at you intently. You feel yourself start to sweat a little and decide now is a good time to leave, so, mumbling a farewell, you quickly turn and try to walk around the large pool. You don't get far though before a thick wall of scales rises from the water and blocks your path.
Turning slowly, you see Flotámi behind you, pulling the stopper from the bottle of brown liquid, and saying, "Well now, a man I can't harm is right in front of me, and I have this potion which supposedly makes one more womanly, but I'm having some doubts about whether that's true or not. Whatever shall I do..." You can see where this is going, and you rapidly stammer out more assurances, but even if she believed you, it probably wouldn't change her mind now. Pinned up against her serpentine body, there's little you can do as she grabs you with and forces the neck of the glass bottle into your mouth.
A light bitter flavor coats your mouth as the liquid goes down, and you quickly feel a strong tingling spread throughout your body. Suddenly your legs stop supporting you, and if it weren't for the dracaenae's iron grip on your shoulder, you'd surely collapse as the tingling sensation intensifies and you lose control of your body. Your breathing quickens as you start to panic, the bizarre currents overwhelming you as strange heaving sensations begin roiling through your entire body, and it feels like your guts are shifting around inside you.
Even though you know what's happening, it's impossible to keep calm as the changes work their way through your body, but, mercifully, after several long minutes of gut-wrenching sensations, the feelings subside, leaving you panting and woozy in your tormentor's grasp. Peering down at you in amusement, Flotámi brushes aside your now-long hair and says, "I guess you really //were// being honest. Oh well, still worth the price of admission to see such a strong young manling turn into a pretty little flower." She releases you and shifts back into the water, still chuckling; you glare at her, but there's no point in lingering here, so you storm over to the door, trying not to think too hard about the breasts now bouncing on your chest as you stomp through the door.
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[[Continue|Dressing Room]]!!@@.blue;Dressing Room@@
You step into a simple room lined with tables and shelves. Looking around, there seem to be many baskets, large and small, scattered around the room. Peeking into a few of the bigger ones, you see several sets of rumpled clothing in each. The smaller baskets sitting on shelves mostly hold bars soap and small bits of coarse muslin cloth, as well as some small bottles and jars with heavy floral and herbal scents. Some tables hold neatly folded sets of clean robes and thick clean sheets of cloth for drying to the skin. A doorway in the north wall leads to a large communal bath, and the southern doorway leads back to the dining room.
<<if visited("Jewel in the Blue")>>[[(N)Doorway to baths|Priest Bath]]<<else>>[[(N)Doorway to baths|Jewel in the Blue]]<</if>>
[[(S)Doorway to dining area|Priest's Cafeteria]]<<if $genF == false>>Pulling the stopper from the bottle you put it to your lips and quickly chug the contents down in one go. The sweet, thick milk coats your throat and as it goes down it spreads a gentle warmth through you, even though any body warmth it once held has long since faded. After you're finished, you wipe your mouth and take a deep breath. You feel much more awake and alert now, but there's also a familiar heat building in your groin, which also feels a bit...weightier.<<else>>Pulling the stopper from the bottle you put it to your lips and quickly chug the contents down in one go. The sweet, thick milk coats your throat, and as it goes down it spreads a gentle warmth through you, even though any body warmth it once held has long since faded. After you're finished, you wipe your mouth and take a deep breath. You feel much more awake and alert now<<if $frt == 0>>, but there's also a strange heat building in your chest and just below your navel. Shifting your clothing aside, you see a dark green brand just below your belly shaped like a rounded triangle made of vines.<<else>>.<</if>> You think your bust feels heavier as well.<</if>>
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[[Return|$return]]<<if $ife == true and $genF == false>>You're not sure why, but despite knowing what it does you've decided to drink the potion of femininity.<<elseif $ife == true and $genF == true>>Deciding that, since as you're already a woman, and not disliking the change, you might as well go all in.<<else>>Shrugging inwardly, you decide to drink the potion. Bringing it to your lips, you quickly chug the contents down.<</if>> The light bitter flavor coats your mouth as it goes down, and you quickly feel a strong tingling throughout your body. Suddenly your legs stop supporting you, and you crumple to the ground as the tingling sensation intensifies.
You flop around on the ground as you try to get your body to obey you, but none of your limbs will move quite the way you want them to. Your breathing quickens when you start to panic, as strange heaving sensations begin roiling through your entire body, and it feels like your guts are shifting around inside you. There isn't any pain, but you are terrified that this is some fiendish trick to get around the promise to not directly harm you. You manage to curl up into a shuddering ball, and after several minutes the feelings finally begin to subside.
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Finally managing to get your breathing under control, your heart is still pounding as you tentatively reach out with one arm. Your arm feels odd, but does what you tell it to. You also feel much less fatigued, your body is as light as a feather compared to how you felt a few minutes ago. <<if $ife == true and $genF == false>>Propping yourself up on one arm, something seems off though. Your body feels far lighter than it should be, even compared to when you've been at your best. Long <<if $hairH == 0>>brown<<elseif $hairH == 1>>blond<<elseif $hairH ==2>>black<</if>> hair is obscuring your vision as you look at your arms and hands, which seem much slimmer and more delicate than you think they should.
Your clothing also seems to be displaced by two mounds on your chest. It would appear the potion has worked as intended. Sliding a hand under your clothes you confirm that where your manhood once was is now a slit that tingles pleasantly when your delicate fingers run over it. You are definitely a woman now. <<elseif $ife == true and $genF == true>>Propping yourself up on one arm, something seems off though. Your body feels somewhat lighter than before. Long <<if $hairH == 0>>brown<<elseif $hairH == 1>>blond<<elseif $hairH ==2>>black<</if>> hair obscures your vision as you look at your arms and hands, which seem much slimmer and more delicate they were. Your breasts also appear much fuller than before. It would seem the potion has worked as intended.<<else>>Propping yourself up on one arm, something seems off though. Your body feels far lighter than it should be, even compared to when you've been at your best. Long <<if $hairH == 0>>brown<<elseif $hairH == 1>>blond<<elseif $hairH ==2>>black<</if>> hair is obscuring your vision as you look at your arms and hands, which seem much slimmer and more delicate than you think they should.
Your clothing also seems to be displaced by two mounds on your chest. A sudden horrible thought strikes your mind like a bolt of lightning, and your free hand jerks towards your crotch, where you feel the foreboding absence of a bulge. An unmistakably feminine wail escapes your lips, and your hand snaps up to cover your mouth. Your breathing and heartbeat are both running out of control, and you try to calm yourself as you reach your hand under your clothes to confirm your fears. Your hand runs up your inner thigh and meets a smooth mound with a crease, that tingles pleasantly when your delicate fingers run over it. You are definitely no longer a man. <</if>>
Standing up, you pull out your mirror to look at yourself and take stock of your situation. You think you're slightly shorter now, and long <<if $hairH == 0>>dark brown<<elseif $hairH == 1>>light blond<<elseif $hairH ==2>>deep black<</if>> hair falls to your waist. You have a rather attractive face for a woman, although it's slightly disturbing to think that way about yourself; you'd probably describe yourself as looking like your mother, but younger and with fewer curves. That goes for your body as well, slender, with pleasantly full breasts, well-shaped legs, and wide hips. Even your nails are longer and better kept. <<if $outfit > 1>> The clothing the sisters gave you has also altered itself to suit your new figure.<</if>>
<<if $ife == true and $genF == false>>You're not sure how to feel at the moment, this is all so new, but now is not the best time to stand about pondering the implications of the choice you just made, you still need to complete your trial. Clenching your delicate hands into fists, you straighten up to your now-diminished full height and get back to what you were doing.<<elseif $ife == true and $genF == true>>You don't really have time to spend properly admiring all the changes the potion has worked on you though, you do still have a trial to complete after all. Clenching your delicate hands into fists, you straighten up and get back to what you were doing.<<else>>You're stunned and confused, but now is not a good time to start losing your composure. You can either try to find some way to undo this inside the temple or deal with it once you get out, but either way, you have to keep going. Steeling your nerves, you clench your delicate hands into fists, give yourself one good shake, and get back to what you were doing.<</if>>
<<return [[Deep Ritual Table]]>><<if $ife == true and $genF == false>>You're not sure why, but despite knowing what it does you've decided to drink the potion of femininity.<<elseif $ife == true and $genF == true>>Deciding that since as you're already a woman, and not disliking the change, you might as well go all in and make yourself as womanly as possible by drinking the feminizing elixer.<<else>>Shrugging inwardly, you decide to drink the potion. Bringing it to your lips, you quickly chug the contents down.<</if>> The light bitter flavor coats your mouth as it goes down, and you quickly feel a strong tingling throughout your body. Suddenly your legs stop supporting you, and you crumple to the ground as the tingling sensation intensifies. You flop around on the ground as you try to get your body to obey you, but none of your limbs will move quite the way you want them to. Your breathing quickens when you start to panic, as strange heaving sensations begin roiling through your entire body, and it feels like your guts are shifting around inside you. There isn't any pain, but you are terrified that this is some fiendish trick to get around the promise to not directly harm you. You manage to curl up into a shuddering ball, and after several minutes the feelings finally begin to subside.
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Finally managing to get your breathing under control, your heart is still pounding as you tentatively reach out with one arm. Your arm feels odd, but does what you tell it to. You also feel much less fatigued, your body is as light as a feather compared to how you felt a few minutes ago. <<if $ife == true and $genF == false>>Propping yourself up on one arm, something seems off though. Your body feels far lighter than it should be, even compared to when you've been at your best. Long <<if $hairH == 0>>brown<<elseif $hairH == 1>>blond<<elseif $hairH ==2>>black<</if>> hair is obscuring your vision as you look at your arms and hands, which seem much slimmer and more delicate than you think they should. Your clothing also seems to be displaced by two mounds on your chest. It would appear the potion has worked as intended. Sliding a hand under your clothes you confirm that where your manhood once was is now a slit that tingles pleasantly when your delicate fingers run over it. You are definitely a woman now. <<elseif $ife == true and $genF == true>>Propping yourself up on one arm, something seems off though. Your body feels somewhat lighter than before. Long <<if $hairH == 0>>brown<<elseif $hairH == 1>>blond<<elseif $hairH ==2>>black<</if>> hair obscures your vision as you look at your arms and hands, which seem much slimmer and more delicate they were. Your breasts also appear much fuller than before. It would appear the potion has worked as intended.<<else>>Propping yourself up on one arm, something seems off though. Your body feels far lighter than it should be, even compared to when you've been at your best. Long <<if $hairH == 0>>brown<<elseif $hairH == 1>>blond<<elseif $hairH ==2>>black<</if>> hair is obscuring your vision as you look at your arms and hands, which seem much slimmer and more delicate than you think they should. Your clothing also seems to be displaced by two mounds on your chest. A sudden horrible thought strikes your mind like a bolt of lightning, and your free hand jerks towards your crotch, where you feel the foreboding absence of a bulge. An unmistakably feminine wail escapes your lips, and you snap your hand up to cover your mouth. Your breathing and heartbeat are both running out of control, and you try to calm yourself as you reach your hand under your clothes to confirm your fears. Your hand runs up your inner thigh and meets a smooth mound with a crease, that tingles pleasantly when your delicate fingers run over it. You are definitely no longer a man. <</if>>
Standing up, you pull out your mirror to look at yourself and take stock of your situation. You think you're slightly shorter now, and long <<if $hairH == 0>>dark brown<<elseif $hairH == 1>>light blond<<elseif $hairH ==2>>deep black<</if>> hair falls to your waist. You have a rather attractive face for a woman, although it's slightly disturbing to think that way about yourself; you'd probably describe yourself as looking like your mother, but younger and with fewer curves. That goes for your body as well, slender, with pleasantly full breasts, well-shaped legs, and wide hips. Even your nails are longer and better kept. <<if $outfit > 1>> The clothing the sisters gave you has also changed to suit your new figure.<</if>>
<<if $ife == true and $genF == false>>You're not sure how to feel at the moment, this is all so new, but now is not the best time to stand about pondering the implications of the choice you just made, you still need to complete your trial. Clenching your delicate hands into fists, you straighten up to your now diminished full height and get back to what you were doing.<<elseif $ife == true and $genF == true>>You don't really have time to spend properly admiring all the changes the potion has worked on you though, you do still have a trial to complete after all. Clenching your delicate hands into fists, you straighten up and get back to what you were doing.<<else>>You're stunned and confused, but now is not a good time to start losing your composure. You can either try to find some way to undo this inside the temple or deal with it once you get out, but either way, you have to keep going. Steeling your nerves, you clench your delicate hands into fists, give yourself one good shake, and get back to what you were doing.<</if>>
[[Return|$return]]Trusting in your instincts, you begin swallowing the contents of the tall bottle. As soon as it hits your tongue your mouth is filled with an incredibly rich sweetness, like nothing you've ever tasted, it puts the sweetest honey or ripest fruits to shame. Gulping it down greedily, you feel a pleasant warmth work its way throughout your body from your belly.
Closing your eyes, you let the sensation wash over you and all the concerns and worries that had been plaguing you suddenly seem insignificant. Your fatigue fades into the background, and you feel healthier and stronger than you ever have before. All too soon, however, the bottle is drained to the last drop, and you lower it back down to the table with a sense of disappointment. You glance back over the little table one last time, hoping perhaps to spy another bottle of golden liquid tucked away, but to no avail.
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<<return [[Deep Ritual Table]]>>Bringing the bottle to your lips, you quickly drink the contents down. Tasting mostly like high-quality, fresh spring water, it goes down easy, leaving a pleasant herbal tingle in your mouth and throat. Immediately you can feel your fatigue lifting off you, like removing a heavy iron himation from around your shoulders. You feel ready to run a dozen miles.
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<<return [[Deep Ritual Table]]>>Bringing the bottle to your lips, you drink the contents down. Tasting mostly like high-quality fresh spring water, it goes down easy and leaves a pleasant herbal tingle in your mouth and throat. Immediately you can feel your fatigue lifting off you, like removing a heavy iron himation from around your shoulders. You feel ready to run a dozen miles.
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Weaving back and forth, you try to confuse him with random, unpredictable movements. He certainly looks perplexed, but as soon as you come within his reach, he lashes out with his spear in a low sweep against the leg carrying most of your weight, sending you sprawling. <<if $fat >= 100 and $genF == false>>As you exhaustedly try to struggle to your feet, you just have time to see the butt of his spear whistling towards you before it slams into your head, knocking you out cold.
[[Next|Guard Fail]]<<elseif $fat >= 100 and $genF == true>>As you exhaustedly try to struggle to your feet, he pushes you back down to the floor and lowers himself on top of you, pinning you down.
[[Next|Guard Rape]]<<else>>You manage to roll out of the way as he goes for a follow-up blow with the butt of his spear, and scramble to your feet and away from him. Your fall on the hard stone floor was not a gentle one, and you'll probably have some bruises to show for it later, but at least you're a little closer to the doors now.
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Cautious now, you try to edge around him towards the doors while staying just out of easy striking range. Seeing that you're not going to make any more amateurish moves against him, he steps forwards and starts to take a horizontal swing at you with the butt of his spear from the direction of the door, clearly trying to push you away from it.
[[Attempt to catch it|Spear Struggle]]
[[Dodge into the blow|Spear Dodge]]
[[Move in to grapple|Grapple Guard]]<</if>>Approaching the table, you see three sets of clothing laid out upon it. As you draw closer, the sister by the table gestures towards the outfits, saying, "As you can see, we've prepared three different pieces for you to choose from. They are not made of the typical cloth you're used to, they will not stain or remain wet or dirty for long, and they are quite difficult to damage. Each one is also special in its own way, and will aid you in your trial, although, there may be a price for that aid."
Smiling mysteriously, she points to the outfit closest to her, an unadorned full-length chiton in green, and says, "This first piece, however, is a bit simple, it offers little but asks for nothing in return. You will find it shields you somewhat from the atmosphere that is pervading the temple and constantly enflaming your passions. I would advise, however, that you not take that as an excuse to tarry overlong. Bored gods can be fickle creatures." Touching the fabric, it feels softer than home-spun wool but thicker than the linen traders bring. Holding it up to the light, you can see it's expertly pinned and arranged to fall in elegant, flattering folds that catch the eye. You think it would make you look dignified, but also stylish.
Moving around the opposite side of the table the woman gestures to the second set of clothing. Setting the chiton down, you look over this new outfit, which appears strange to your eyes. You think it's made of the same material as the previous piece but dyed a deep purple. It seems similar to a chiton at a glance, but so long in the leg that the material has to be gathered up under a black silk sash in the front and back, creating fans of diagonal pleats that cascade down the skirt and the seams are all sewn shut rather than pinned. The upper portion has voluminous sleeves covering the arms and is cut to hug the back and sides tightly, but the neckline plunges steeply, leaving a large portion of the chest and abdomen bare.
It's hemmed with glinting silver thread, which is also used to outline several intricately embroidered black lotus blossoms shot through with red, as well as patterns of concentric circles throughout the garment. You feel like it would give you an exotic, sensual air, and, while you probably wouldn't want to wear it around the village, you think in these strange circumstances you could pull it off. After giving you another moment to examine it, the weaver says, "This piece, on the other hand, is almost the opposite. The robe is inspired by a foreign style, with a few...alterations. This one will prevent your desires from totally overcoming you while you wear it, but in return it will also increase the rate at which the aura of the trial effects you."
Your gaze shifts to the third and final outfit, this time a more familiar exomie in a clean, unblemished white. Holding it up, you think it'd reach to just above your knees, and the material is the same type as the previous two, but more thinly woven and decorated with intricate patterns of flowers and vines in gold thread around the edges. The waist is secured with a belt of finely tooled dark leather with a gold buckle, and the shoulder is fastened with a golden peronai in the shape of curling ivy, inset with green gems for the leaves.
Moving to stand behind it, the woman explains, "This final piece is possibly the most powerful, but also potentially the most hazardous, given the nature of your trial. It will prevent you from becoming physically fatigued by, um, amorous activities, but it will also make you more susceptible to things that enflame your lust." Pausing for a moment to gaze at you knowingly, she continues, "So, which one would you like? I assure you, they'll all fit perfectly."
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[[The purple robes (Caps Lust at 75, but doubles passive Lust)|Change Clothes][$outfit to 2]]
[[The white exomie (No Fatigue from sex, but doubles event Lust)|Change Clothes][$outfit to 3]]
[[Keep your current clothing|Refuse Clothing]]Approaching the table, you see three sets of clothing laid out upon it. As you draw closer, the sister by the table gestures towards the outfits, saying, "As you can see, we've prepared three different pieces for you to choose from. They're not made of the typical cloth you're used to, they will not stain or remain wet or dirty for long, and they are quite difficult to damage. Each one is also special in its own way, and will aid you in your trial, although there may be a price for that aid."
Smiling mysteriously, she points to the outfit closest to her, an unadorned full-length chiton in green, and says, "This first piece, however, is a bit simple. It offers less but asks for nothing in return. You will find it shields you from the atmosphere that is pervading the temple and constantly enflaming your passions. I would advise, however, that you not take that as an excuse to tarry overlong. Bored gods can be fickle creatures." Touching the fabric, it feels softer than home-spun wool but marginally thicker than the linen traders bring. Holding it up to the light, you can see its expertly pinned and arranged to fall in elegant, flattering folds that catch the eye. You think it would make you look dignified, but also stylish.
Moving around the opposite side of the table the woman gestures to the second set of clothing. Setting the chiton down, you look over this new outfit, which looks strange to your eyes. You think it's made of the same material as the chiton, but woven thinner and dyed a deep purple. It seems similar to a peplos at a glance, but the skirt is separated into four pleated panels that meet just below a black silk sash, two thin panels in the front and back, both embroidered with black lotus blossoms shot through with red, and two larger panels hug each hip, with a large slit between each that would likely reveal and highlight your legs. The upper portion is even more revealing, it holds itself up by looping around the back of the neck then flowing down in pleated folds to cover the breasts and sides, leaving the back open down to the hips, and the center of the torso completely exposed down past the navel.
The hems and seams are embroidered all around with designs in a silver thread that at first glance just look like patterned lines entwining around one another, but on closer inspection are actually tiny snakes with even tinier amethysts for eyes. The silken black sash has a large silver clip securing it on the left hip, in the shape of a stylized lion's head with a sizable amethyst for the eye. You think it would give you an exotic, sensual air, and while any woman who wore something like this around the village would cause an instant scandal and general uproar, under these strange circumstances you might be able to pull it off. After giving you another moment to examine it, the weaver says, "This piece, on the other hand, is almost the opposite. It's inspired by a foreign style, with some...alterations. This one will prevent your desires from totally overwhelming you while you wear it, but in return, it will also increase the rate at which the aura pervading the trial effects your lust."
Your gaze shifts to the third and final outfit, a more familiar but just as radically cut peplos, although you're unsure you should call it a peplos. Holding it up, the material is the same type as the previous two but thin enough that it's slightly sheer, and the color is a pure white, decorated with intricate patterns of flowers and vines in gold thread around the hems. Instead of being clasped at the shoulders, it's all gathered at the neck in an intricate metal neckpiece, giving the whole outfit a deeply pleated look, with folds flowing from the neck down to the toes, but leaving the shoulders and sides bare, as well of the tops of the hips. The waist is secured with a belt of similar make to the neckpiece, but oddly it seems intended to only cinch the front, leaving the back portion to cascade freely over it.
Looking at the back, it's gathered up more aggressively at the neck than the front, then flows straight down to the heel, leaving the shoulder-blades and sides exposed down past the waist to the top of the hips, but completely covering the butt and legs. The metalwork is all made of overlapping gold pieces wrought in sweeping organic curves and lines reminiscent of plants, inset randomly with a spray of tiny gems and pearls and backed with a soft cloth to protect the skin.
Moving to stand behind it, the woman explains, "This final piece is possibly the most powerful, but also potentially the most hazardous, given the nature of your trial. It will prevent you from becoming physically fatigued by more, um, amorous activities, but it will also make you more susceptible to things that enflame your lust." Pausing for a moment to gaze at you knowingly, she continues, "So, which one would you like? I can assure you, they'll all fit perfectly."
[[The green chiton (Prevents passive Lust)|Change Clothes f][$outfit to 1]]
[[The purple robes (Caps Lust at 75, but doubles passive Lust)|Change Clothes f][$outfit to 2]]
[[The white peplos (No Fatigue from sex, but doubles event Lust)|Change Clothes f][$outfit to 3]]
[[Keep your current clothing|Refuse Clothing]]If you're being honest with yourself, and it seems like now is the time for that, you feel comfortable as a woman already. It seems wrong, but even after only a short time you've settled into your new body with alarming naturalness. Perhaps you should be worried, but you're enjoying yourself too much to care.
With that in mind, perhaps before you proceed you should come up with a new name to use as a woman?
The name you'll go by now is...
<<textbox "$PlayerNameF" "Alexia" "Main Corridor 1" autofocus>>You're about to step into the corridor when you realize you've been stuck as a woman for a while now. It hasn't been entirely unpleasant, you somewhat reluctantly admit, and you have no idea how long you're going to be stuck like this. Perhaps forever, if Lysandrim decides its part of the price of saving you.
Conflicting emotions run through you at that thought, <<if $kids > 0>>plus theres the fact that you've already given birth to consider, <</if>> so you feel compelled to make a decision about your condition going forward.
==Resist it== (Not currently available)
[[Embrace it|Feminine Acceptance]]You've been feeling a little off for a while now, a sensation of lightheadedness now and then, an occasional odd shifting in your guts. You dismissed it as hunger or the lingering remnants of fatigue from being healed at first, but now it has abruptly escalated to the point you can barely stay on your feet. Sweating profusely, you sink to the ground and sit before you lose your balance and fall. There isn't any pain, but your muscles feel like they've turned to water, and you feel chilled despite the sweat pouring off you. Shivering uncontrollably, you hug your knees tightly to your chest, praying that it will just go away after a while, and eventually, it passes.
Blinking, you raise your head, somewhat surprised at the abrupt end to the episode, and stretch your limbs out gingerly. You feel perfectly fine now, although something seems a bit different. Glancing at your outstretched hands, you notice they seem smaller than you remember, and upon closer inspection, they've lost the calluses you gained through a lifetime of regular physical activity. Your nails are much neater and better kept as well, and your skin generally feels smoother and lacks the few small scars you'd had previously.
Perturbed, you examine yourself more closely, immediately noting that your arms and legs also seem slimmer, as well as your waist and torso. A feeling of trepidation takes hold of you, and you pull out the mirror the old priestess gave you. The instant you gaze into it you know what has happened. The face that gazes back at you is still recognizably yours, but just barely. Softer and more feminine, with a smooth roundness where hard lines used to be, your face would be at home on a strongly featured woman. The mirror has already made it plain to you, but you can't stop yourself from reaching down to confirm that your manhood is indeed no longer there.
A feminine groan escapes your fuller, rounder lips. A part of you tries to start panicking, but you crush it immediately; it would do you no good now, and you need to think clearly. You swiftly conclude that continuing the trial is all you can do. Perhaps when you complete it you'll turn back, or it may be there is a way to undo this inside the trial itself. At worst you can try to find a solution later. Steeling yourself, you ball your slender hands into fists, give yourself a good shake, and get back to what you were doing.
<<set $genF to true>>
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a short deliberation, you tell Myrrine that you've chosen to swear your loyalty to Lysandrim. She nods, saying "Yes, that's what we expected you would decide. I suppose the choice still had to be offered though. Well, I should go inform the High Priestess, I imagine she'll want to perform the dedication rite herself." Bustling off, the elderly priestess exits the room, leaving you alone once more. You do have to wonder if you made the right choice. It seemed the easiest, safest option at the time, but you won't be able to casually worship Lysandrim from afar anymore, you'll most likely have to go to the temple every day as a sworn adherent. Which means dealing with whatever makes you uncomfortable whenever you get near it on a daily basis.
Your musings are interrupted when the doors open once more and two familiar figures stride in. A white cowled form you assume to be Matron Myrrine returning, accompanied by a woman you are very well acquainted with. Sliding off the altar as they approach, you stand up to greet them, feeling a little steadier this time. As they draw near, Myrrine hangs back while the other woman rushes forward to hug you. Wrapping your arms around your mother, you try to reassure her that you're okay as she presses tightly up against you.
Nuzzling your neck, she murmurs "Oh <<PName>>, I was so worried. Seeing you in that state was awful. Even after I knew his grace had healed you I was so worried that you wouldn't wake up or something had gone wrong." Breathing out deeply she pulls away, eyes glistening, and continues "But that's all behind us now, let's get you sworn in so we can take you home where you can rest." Taking you by the hand, she starts leading gently towards the doors, being careful not to go too fast. You let yourself be lead, a small feeling of trepidation still swirling around your brain.
A few months later you've mostly settled into daily temple life. The feelings of unease were a bit uncomfortable at first, but after a while, they started to fade into the background until you hardly notice them anymore. Your family seems quite pleased to have you around the temple for the most part. Your parents are happy that you finally have accepted a role in the temple at all. Charis is absolutely delighted to have all the excuses she could ever want to boss you around and order you to do whatever she pleases. Korinna seems glad to be seeing you around more often now, and your paths seem to cross with strange frequency, although she hasn't quite gotten over her shyness yet. And Akakios just seems relieved to have your parents off his back and focusing their attention on you now, and his prickly personality has started to relax a bit.
All in all, life isn't bad, although something inside you feels unfulfilled, and you're not sure how you feel about your road in life being set by others from now on. Sometimes you find yourself wondering how things might have turned out if you'd chosen differently. Other paths you might have taken, other things you might have experienced. At the end of the day though, you made your choice, this is your life now. All in all, it's a pretty good one, considering. Would you really change it, if you could?
<<back [[Change your Path and return to the choice that led you here|Listen]]>>Striding up to the door, you are just about to open it when a sudden feeling of foreboding strikes you. You're not sure from where this feeling came from, but, given the circumstances, you should probably pay it heed. Whatever's through that door, you might not be able to return here again. Are you certain you're ready to proceed?
[[Continue on|Charis 1]]
[[Turn back|Meeting Corridor]]Your hair has become too short for the style you had it in, so you let it hang loose instead.
<<set $hairS to 1>>
[[Return|$return]]Having grown tired of being polite and doing this her way, you conclude the simplest way to solve this is to just fuck her brains out, then have her give you the key. Besides, she's obviously begging for it already, between her unabashed nudity, engorged nipples, and glistening wet pussy, it's obvious she's ready to fuck. Gathering all your lust and frustration, you stoke up the dark fire you felt before and feel it roar to life inside you, coming more quickly and easily than before. Rising, you take a step forward to loom over the woman, looking her directly in the eyes. Looking slightly concerned, she starts to say something, but you bend down and kiss her aggressively on the lips, cutting her off.
<<if $genF == false>>Calling on the dark current roiling inside you, you push it up through your mouth and into her. Her reaction is extreme and immediate, eyes rolling up in her head as she orgasms hard. Releasing her mouth, you waste no time and straddle one of her legs, shifting your clothing until your <<DickDesc>> cock springs free. Grabbing her other leg you lift it straight up into the air and prop it against your shoulder, exposing her soaked slit. Calling on the darkness once more, you ram your dick in up to the hilt, pushing more of the swirling blackness into her. A second orgasm racks her, pussy squeezing your <<DickDesc>> cock tight as a cry of pleasure escapes her. Thrusting roughly into her you set a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing around the clearing as you fuck her.
Recovering slightly after a few moments, she pleads, "Please, not so, ahhh! Rough!" Telling her she has no right to complain after being so horny she came just from being kissed, you slap her ass and continue pounding her. It doesn't take long for her panting and weak protestations to devolve into lewd moans and cries of pleasure, and it's clear she's enjoying the harsh treatment. Taking a guess, you ask her how long it's been since Lysandrim bedded her, since she apparently needed it this badly. Several long moments pass but, eventually, she looks away from you and hesitantly replies, "Since...before I was showing." Shaking your head sadly, but laughing inwardly, you say that you bet even when they did have sex it was probably all gentle caresses and sweet words when what she really wanted was to be bent over and properly fucked.
She tries to protest but you reach down and yank her clit hard, and she cries out, pain mixing with pleasure in her voice. Pumping more darkness into her, you ask her if she wants you to fuck her even harder. Glancing up at you with eyes clouded with lust, a slightly fearful look crosses her face, but after a moment she swallows and nods. Rolling your eyes, you give her another slap on the ass and order her to say it properly if she wants it. With a yelp, she stammers out, "Please, f-fuck me harderrr!" Obliging her, you start wildly smashing your hips against hers, and almost immediately another climax overtakes her. This time, rather than surprise or resistance, she revels in it, shouting out, "Oh gods yessss!"
Forcing another surge of seething black power into her, you can feel her resistance to it fading as well as she starts to drown in the pleasure of your <<DickDesc>> cock plowing her. Judging her primed for a final push, you ask her who she's enjoyed fucking the most. Looking at you with eyes hazy with pleasure she responds without hesitation, "You! This feels so, ahh, amazing!" Pressing forward you tell her that in that case, she should become your woman. Looking a bit uncertain now, she murmurs, "I-I'm...not-" Cutting her off, you ask if she's enjoying herself, and she gasps out a "Yes!". Continuing, you ask if she wants to keep fucking you after today, and a second "Yes!" escapes her.
Pushing more dark fire into her, you growl that she just needs to let go and give her body to you then. Crying out as another orgasm washes away whatever resistance she had left, she screams out, "Yes! I'll do it! I'll be your woman! My body is yours! Just keep fucking me!" Redoubling your thrusts, you feel her resistance to the tide of darkness you've been forcing into her start to weaken. Seizing the opening, you push deeper into her drooling cunt than you have before when you're suddenly brought up short, and she lets out a pained gasp, cradling her belly. Some small semblance of sense returns to her face and she meekly says, "Ohhhh, if you go any further you'll hurt the babes, please be careful." Pausing for a moment, you consider her request.
[[Why should you care about another man's brats?|Nymph Nullify]] @@.red;(Warning: Extreme Content)@@
[[Ease back, but have her repay you for the mercy|Nymph Corrupt]]<<else>>Calling on the dark current roiling through your body, you push it up through your mouth and into her. Her reaction is extreme and immediate, eyes rolling up in her head as she orgasms hard. Coming down to your knees you straddle her leg, lips still locked together, and reach down towards her crotch. Calling on the black current once more, you ram your entire fist into her pussy, pushing even more of the churning darkness into her. A second, larger orgasm racks her, and her pussy convulses around your fist as a muffled scream of pleasure escapes her. Thrusting roughly into her, you set a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing around the clearing as you fuck her.
Recovering slightly after a few moments, she manages to pry herself away and pleads, "Please, not so, ahhh! Rough!" Telling her she has no right to complain after being so horny she came just from being kissed, you grab her breast with your free hand and continue pounding her. It doesn't take long for her panting and weak protestations to devolve into lewd moans and cries of pleasure, and it's clear she's enjoying the harsh treatment. Taking a guess, you ask how long it's been since Lysandrim bedded her since she apparently needed it this badly. Several long moments pass but, eventually, she looks away from you and hesitantly replies, "Since...before I was showing." Shaking your head sadly, but laughing inwardly, you tell her that it's inexcusable that he'd let her languish alone for so long, especially since she's carrying his children inside her.
She tries to protest, but you twist your fist around inside her and she cries out, pain mixing with pleasure in her voice. Pumping more darkness into her, you ask her if she wants you to fuck her even harder. Glancing up at you with eyes clouded with lust, a slightly fearful look crosses her face, but after a moment she swallows and nods. Rolling your eyes, you give her breast a twist and order her to say it properly if she wants it. With a yelp, she stammers out, "Please, f-fuck me harderrr!" Obliging her, you start wildly smashing your arm into her, and almost immediately another climax overtakes her. This time, rather than surprise or resistance, she revels in it, loudly shouting out, "Oh gods yessss!"
Forcing another surge of seething black power into her, you can feel her resistance to it fading as well, as she starts to drown in the pleasure of your fist plowing her pussy. Judging her primed for a final push, you ask her who she's enjoyed fucking the most. Looking at you with eyes hazy with pleasure she responds without hesitation, "You! This feels so, ahh, amazing!" Pressing forward you tell her that in that case, she should become your woman. Looking a bit uncertain now, she murmurs, "I-I'm...not-" Cutting her off, you ask if she's enjoying herself, and she gasps out a "Yes!". Continuing, you ask if she wants to keep fucking you after today, and a second "Yes!" escapes her.
Pushing more dark fire into her, you purr that she just needs to let go and give her body to you, then. Crying out as another orgasm washes away whatever resistance she had left, she screams, "Yes! I'll do it! I'll be your woman! My body is yours! Just keep fucking me!" Redoubling your thrusts, you feel her resistance to the tide of darkness you've been forcing into her weaken. Seizing the opportunity, you push deeper into her drooling cunt than you have before when you're suddenly brought up short, and she lets out a pained gasp, cradling her belly. Some small semblance of sense returns to her face and she meekly says, "Ohhhh, if you go any further you'll hurt the babes, please be careful." Pausing for a moment, you consider her request.
[[Ease back, but have her repay you for the mercy|Nymph Corrupt]]<</if>>Well, if there's anywhere you're likely to find cheese, it's probably here. Searching around, you find all manner of things, from fresh figs to dried fish; until you happen upon one large jar, finding it filled with stacked wheels of hard cheese wrapped in leaves, about the size of your outstretched hand. Picking one up you break off a small piece and pop it in your mouth. It's firm but mild, and slightly sweet, with a subtle aroma. A graviera from the isles, perhaps? It should suffice either way. Tucking the wheel securely under one arm you decide to head directly back to the clearing with your prize.
Stepping through the door standing at the edge of the clearing, you stride over to <<if visited("Nymph Befriend")>>Diane<<else>>the woman<</if>> and kneel beside her, presenting the wheel of cheese with a little flourish. She smiles and claps her delicate hands together a few times before taking it from you. Turning it over in her hands a few times, she pulls some of the leaves wrapped around it off and takes an appreciative whiff. Clearly pleased by the aroma, she rummages around in the bed of green beneath her and extracts what looks to be a small knife made entirely of wood.
Cutting a slice off, she pops it into her mouth and chews thoughtfully. After swallowing daintily, she smacks her lips and says, "Lovely, thank you. I shall have to ask the bees if they can spare some honey to go with it, or perhaps I can finagle a passing shepherd into leaving some olive oil and bread, as an offering to the spirits of the trees they take their fruit from." Replacing the leafy wrapping, she stows the wheel and little knife back inside the greenery she reclines on and returns to gazing at you serenely.
<<modnym 25>>
<<set $agc to true>>\
[[Return|Gravid Nymph Hub]]Akraton - Uncut wine. Considered barbaric and dangerous by most ancient Greeks.
Chiton - A generic tunic worn by men and women, frequently made of imported linen for working outside during hot weather. Style and length vary depending on profession.
Chrýsion - Golden one. Ancient greek term of endearment.
Dracaenae - Literally the feminine form of dracones or dragon. A she-dragon. Examples include Echidna and Python.
Epiblema - A shawl, typically worn by women in colder weather.
Exomie - A type of chiton that drapes over only one shoulder, frequently also shorter than a full-length chiton, usually worn for horse-back riding, exercise, or more physically demanding work. Mostly worn by men.
Kline (plural: Klinai) - A type of long rectangular couch, mostly flat with one end raised up for lounging.
Kolpos - A cloth pouch formed by tucking a fold from a chiton into a belt or girdle.
Krater - Large jug used to serve wine.
Kykeon - A beverage made from barley gruel or flour mixed with herbs or other ingredients.
Kylix - A shallow broad bowl meant for drinking wine.
Olisbos - Ancient Greek term for a dildo.
Paragyiós - Greek word for an adopted son or stepson.
Peplos - A long, full-length tunic mostly made of wool, or occasionally imported linen. Usually worn by women, it covers from the neck to the feet, leaving only the arms bare. It can be refastened and pinned in a variety of styles to match current fashions.
Perizoma - A simple triangular loincloth.
Peronai - A brooch or fastener used to secure clothing. Frequently decorated and made of gold or silver.
Persís - Ancient Greek name for Persia
Petteia - Ancient predecessor to backgammon played by the Greeks.
Progoní - Greek term for stepdaughter, or stepchild in general.
Skyphos - A deep two-handled wine cup made out of wood, terra cotta, or metal.
Strophion - A length of cloth wrapped around the breasts for support.
[[Return|$return]]You're not entirely sure why, but you blurt out that you'd like some of her milk. Looking at you bemusedly, she replies, "Well, the little ones don't need it quite yet, and since they're Ly's I'm filled to bursting with enough milk to feed a small army of babies. So it's fine with me, and to be truthful my breasts have been getting a little sore from being so full. Would you prefer I bottle some up for you, or would you like to drink it straight from the source?" She cocks her head and smiles at you, gently rubbing one of her breasts invitingly.
[[Ask her for a bottle|Nymph Milk]]
<<abcd "(D)">><<if $genF == false>>[[Drink from her breast|Nymph Blessing M]]<<else>>[[Drink from her breast|Nymph Blessing F]]<</if>><<modfat 20>>\
Thinking your best chance is to render his advantage useless, instead of avoiding the blow, you dive in, grappling with him directly. It works, he can't really swing effectively at someone so close. <<if $fat >= 100 and $genF == false>>However, in your exhausted state this turns out to be unwise since you're not in any shape to match him in an even contest of strength. He hurls you off easily, sending you head-first into a nearby stone column, knocking you out cold.
[[Next|Guard Fail]]<<elseif $fat >= 100 and $genF == true>>However, in your exhausted state that turns out to be unwise. Even in peak condition, your new body would be at a disadvantage, and with the state you're in, he simply collapses atop you, forcing you down to the ground with his superior mass, where he promptly pins you to the ground.
[[Next|Guard Rape]]<<else>>However, he's clearly trained for situations like this, and he keeps the shaft of his spear between you, using its leverage to prevent you from getting him into any effective holds. After a short struggle, he delivers a sharp kick to your shin and pushes you off, sending you stumbling backward several paces.
<<modfgt 1>>
Fortuitously, it seems you swapped positions with your opponent during the scuffle, and he's just pushed you in the direction of the doors, leaving you standing between him and your goal. Seeing this, he hurriedly rushes at you.
[[Counter-charge him|Charge Guard]]
[[Sprint for the door|Guard Sprint]]
[[Throw him|Throw Guard]]<</if>>Stepping through the door, the light is so bright you're momentarily blinded. After a moment to allow your eyes to adjust, you look around and feel momentarily disoriented. You appear to be in the middle of a forest clearing. Blue sky and dappled sunlight peek through the foliage overhead, and you're surrounded by densely packed trees all around. A gently babbling brook runs through one edge of the clearing. Quiet sounds of unseen forest life can be heard. You feel reasonably certain you're no longer underground. Or inside the temple. Or anywhere near your home village.
You glance behind you and are slightly relieved to see the door you came through is still there, standing on its own at one edge of the clearing. Another door stands at the opposite end of the clearing, and you can see that while it looks very similar to the one you came through, there is a large golden lock placed between the handles. The only other thing of note is something you've been attempting to avoid thinking about, but there is no way around it, really. In the center of the clearing, lounging on a large pile of what looks like soft grasses and flowers, is an immensely pregnant young woman, wearing nothing but a bemused smile.
Seeing that she finally has your attention, she gives you a small wave with one hand.
[[Walk over to her|Gravid Nymph 2]]
[[Search the clearing more thoughroughly|Search Clearing]]
[[Leave the way you came|Atrium Corridor]]Feeling somewhat sheepish, you cautiously approach the young woman, using the time to examine her more closely. At first glance, she appears to be a perfectly normal, albeit gorgeous, young woman lounging on her side. She has soft, delicate features, sparkling green eyes, and a long mane of shining flaxen hair woven through with strings of blossoms and larger flowers. Given where she is, and the fact that she seems entirely unconcerned about meeting a strange young <<if $genF == false>>man<<else>>woman<</if>>, who stepped out of a doorway standing in midair in the middle of a forest, while in the nude, you're fairly sure there's more to her than meets the eye.
Given a few more moments of scrutiny, the utterly perfect symmetry of her features and complete lack of flaws of any kind anywhere on her body make her start to take on a slightly alien aspect, and you rethink your initial assumption that she's human. The things that stand out the most about her, of course, are the round belly dominating her slender frame, and her equally engorged breasts. Which, on closer inspection, are leaking a small trickle of pale fluid. Normally you'd assume it to be milk, and it probably still is, but you don't think a mother's milk usually has a golden sheen to it when the light hits it.
Coming to a stop in front of the woman, you hesitate, a little unsure of how to proceed. Seeing your discomfort, her smile widens a bit, and she beckons downwards, saying in a merry voice, "Come, sit down, it would be awkward to speak with you looming over me like one of these trees." With nothing else to do, you lower yourself to the ground and take a seat on the grassy floor of the clearing, which is surprisingly soft and comfortable.
Now able to look at you without craning her neck up, she studies you for a minute before speaking again, "You must be <<PName>>, yes? My dear Ly told me I might be getting a visitor today, for some sort of game or trial? I imagine you'll be wanting to get through that door-" She gestures behind her at the locked door with one hand, while the other toys with one of the flowers in her hair, and continues, "but you'll need a key for it, obviously. Of course, I have one, Ly gave it to me to look after."
<<if $genF == false>><<set $ngc to true>><</if>>
With a twinkle in her eye and an amused expression, she pauses, waiting for your response.
[[Think about your options|Gravid Nymph Hub]]<<if $nyop == 100>><<goto "Nymph Grants Key">><</if>>Sitting down in front of <<if visited("Nymph Befriend")>>Diane<<else>>the woman<</if>>, you <<if visited("Gravid Nymph Hub") > 1>>once more <</if>>contemplate how to get the key from her as she patiently waits for you. <<if visited("Gravid Nymph Hub") <= 1>>You have no idea where she could be keeping it, so you can't just grab it and run, and trying to force her to tell you where it is, or give it to you could go poorly. Anyway, sitting here thinking endlessly about where it is will get you nowhere, so you start weighing your options.<<else>>You carefully consider your remaining options.<</if>>
<<if $nns == false and $corruption < 2>><<actions "Ask how you can get the key" "Ask politely for the key">><<elseif $nns == false and $corruption >= 2 and $abcd == true>><<actions [[Ask how you can get the key]] [[Ask politely for the key]] [[**(C)**Fuck her brains out|Fuck her brains out]]>><<elseif $nns == false and $corruption >= 2>><<actions "Ask how you can get the key" "Ask politely for the key">><<elseif $nns == true and $corruption < 2 and $nyop < 75>><<actions "Ask politely for the key" "Offer to give her a massage" "Have a chat with her" "Ask if there's anything she'd like to eat">><<elseif $nns == true and $corruption >= 2 and $nyop < 75 and $abcd == true>><<actions [[Ask politely for the key]] [[**(C)**Fuck her brains out|Fuck her brains out]] [[Offer to give her a massage]] [[Have a chat with her]] [[Ask if there's anything she'd like to eat]]>><<elseif $nns == true and $corruption >= 2 and $nyop < 75 and $abcd == false>><<actions "Ask politely for the key" "Fuck her brains out" "Offer to give her a massage" "Have a chat with her" "Ask if there's anything she'd like to eat">><<elseif $nns == true and $corruption < 2 and $nyop >= 75>><<actions "Ask politely for the key" "Offer to give her a massage" "Have a chat with her" "Ask if there's anything she'd like to eat" "Ask if she'd like to have sex">><<elseif $nns == true and $corruption >= 2 and $nyop >= 75 and $abcd == true>><<actions [[Ask politely for the key]] [[**(C)**Fuck her brains out|Fuck her brains out]] [[Offer to give her a massage]] [[Have a chat with her]] [[Ask if there's anything she'd like to eat]] [[**(A)**Ask if she'd like to have sex|Ask if she'd like to have sex]]>><<elseif $nns == true and $corruption >= 2 and $nyop >= 75 and $abcd == false>><<actions "Ask politely for the key" "Fuck her brains out" "Offer to give her a massage" "Have a chat with her" "Ask if there's anything she'd like to eat" "Ask if she'd like to have sex">><</if>>
<<if $corruption < 2>>''//Requirements for action not met: hidden attribute insufficent//''<</if>>\
[[Rise and walk around the clearing|Strange Clearing]]Walking up to <<if visited("Nymph Befriend")>>Diane<<else>>the woman<</if>> she reacts with some surprise to your new appearance, saying, "Oh dear, is that you, <<PName>>? <<if $ife == true>>Didn't I warn you what that concoction would do to you if you drank it? Or...oh my, did you want this to happen?<<else>>Looks like Ly has got something planned for you. I highly doubt you just //happened// to turn into a gorgeous young woman during his trial by chance.<</if>>" Shaking her head, she continues, "I'd certainly keep an eye on my chastity if you don't care to lose it before finding a way to undo this. Assuming, of course, that you want to undo it." Face hot, you give no reply as you settle down in front of <<if visited("Nymph Befriend")>>Diane<<else>>the woman<</if>> once more.
[[Continue|Gravid Nymph Hub]]Taking a seat, you decide to err on the side of gastronomical caution and just grab a bowl of soup, scoop some eel into it, and use a spoon to start eating. The nymph wasn't kidding when she said everything is delicious, even though it's just a simple lentil and bean soup, it tastes great. There are definitely some ingredients included you don't recognize, but it all harmonizes together to enhance the flavor, and the quality of everything is top-notch, as you'd expect from a party thrown together by the god of fertility.
The eel is just as good, providing some solid richness to complement the light vegetable soup, and in what seems like no time at all, your bowl is nearly empty. Ripping off a chunk of fancy white bread, you use it to scoop the dregs out of your bowl and into your mouth, then wipe your fingers on the last piece and eat it as well. You can't seem to find any water to wash it down all, and you suspect all the wine is akraton, but you do spy a vessel of kykeon which you fill a drinking horn from and gulp down.
Sated now, you feel refreshed, it would seem you needed that more than you thought. You glance over the other fare, considering whether to try something else, but you're pretty full, and this doesn't seem to be the time or place to gorge yourself without a care. Rising, you find your two 'chaperones' are still here, eagerly waiting for you to finish, and looking at you expectantly.
<<modfat -25>>
[[Next|Party Hub]]Your lust-clouded mind reacts instinctually to the situation it finds itself in, and you wrap your legs around the young man atop you, pulling him deeper inside as his ejaculation starts. As the last dregs of your willpower fade away you feel his white-hot seed surge into your depths, igniting the climax you were trying to suppress and freeing your voice to cry out in bliss from the force of the sensations churning through you. After what feels like an eternity of drowning in pleasure, the tide starts to abate, taking with it all your energy and leaving you limp and listless under the weight of the young man.
After spending a few minutes laying atop you, presumably savoring his conquest, the guard finally disentangles himself from you and stands up, stretching. Glancing down at the drooling mess that is you, he shakes his head and smirks, saying, "Wow, if you wanted a fuck that badly you should have just said so, instead of going through all this trouble pretending not to. Then again, if that's the way you like it I'm happy to oblige." Laughing to himself, he bends down to scoop up his spear and then swaggers off towards the doors. Exhausted, battered, and sore, you continue to lay on the cool stone floor for a little while longer.
<<if $preg == false>><<impreg 50 "a temple guard">><</if>>\
Finally pushing yourself up to a sitting position, you look down at the mess of <<if $pluck is "a temple guard">>pink-stained <</if>>cum seeping out of you. Glancing about for something to clean up with, you don't see anything around that you could use. Sighing glumly, you stand up, trying to ignore the warm, viscous fluid slowly creeping its way down your legs. Telling yourself that you need to keep moving if you're going to make it through this trial, you gingerly step over to the doors and pull them open. You take a quick peek, but, thankfully, your assailant is nowhere to be seen, so you step through, closing the doors behind you.
<<modlus -100>>
<<modlew 10>>
<<modfem 1>>
<<modvag 1>>\
<<modsex 1>>\
[[Continue|Meeting Corridor]]Not quite able to believe you're doing this, you reluctantly take a step forward. If you were still your old self, you might have a chance in a direct confrontation, but you just don't see how you could manage it like this. Taking a deep breath, you slowly sink down to your knees, purposely avoiding eye contact as you kneel on the hard stone floor. You can still practically feel the smug grin on his face grow wider as he steps over to you, and you hear him say, "Ha, the only thing that could make this better is if I could see the look on your father's face when he saw his son on his knees sucking cock as a woman."
You snort derisively, retorting that he probably wouldn't enjoy getting the shit beaten out of him by your father for coercing someone into performing sexual favors against their wishes. Pausing for a moment, a flash of memory tickles the edge of your brain, and you recall seeing a guard who looked very much like this young man getting publicly dressed down by your father in the middle of town for quite a while. However, your recollection is interrupted when the man leans forward and pulls your chiton down around your waist, exposing your chest, and barks out, "Less talking, more sucking."
Pulling out his already erect dick, he slaps it against the side of your face and sniggers. Wondering how things came to this, you take another deep breath, clearing your mind to focus on the task at hand. Wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, you lean in and slide the tip into your mouth, sucking on it tentatively. Letting out a pleased sigh, the young man pats your head condescendingly, saying, "Seems you've finally figured out your proper place in the world." You send a glare up at him, but he just laughs and continues, "But this is a bit boring, let me show you how to properly suck a cock." Grabbing your head in both hands he abruptly pulls you towards him, jamming most of his dick into your mouth all at once.
Shocked by the sudden invasion as he roughly forces his shaft in and out of your mouth, you struggle to breathe, simultaneously choking and gagging on his cock as muffled, wet sounds of distress escape your throat. It takes all your focus to keep from losing control and throwing up or biting down, and you don't know how long you can keep it up. After what feels like an eternity spent choking on his dick, he finally, mercifully, releases your head and says, "There, that's how you're supposed to do it." Looking up at him numbly, you dimly realize he expects you to keep going on your own. Hesitantly bobbing your head up and down, you try to stay close to the pace he set, while also not choking yourself.
Fortunately, being in control of your own movements makes it much easier to avoid gagging and manage your breathing, and you quickly adjust to the sensation of a large foreign object sliding down your throat and start to move more confidently. A subtle warmth starts creeping through you, stoking a few errant sparks of excitement deep down as it spreads. Picking up the pace a little, you start enthusiastically squirming and rolling your tongue around his phallus, trying to encourage the warmth to grow.
However, your eyes snap open when from above you hear, "Damn, never expected you to get this into it. From how hard your nipples have gotten I'd say you're enjoying this almost as much as I am!" You'd almost forgotten who's cock you were sucking until his smug voice snapped you out of whatever sex-induced haze you were stuck in, and you cannot believe you were actually starting to //enjoy// this. You don't really have time to contemplate whether to blame it on the trial or your new body though, as you reluctantly continue to fellate his now-throbbing member.
To your relief, it seems he was already close to the edge anyway, as after just a few more pumps he groans and grabs your head once more, not giving you any choice but to try and swallow as he forces his cock all the way to the back of your throat and orgasms. An involuntary shiver of pleasure passes through you as you kneel there, trying to keep up with the flow of seed surging down your esophagus. Several long moments later, it finally starts to slow down, one last small spurt lazily squirming onto your tongue as he pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop. Releasing your head he steps back, tucking his rapidly softening cock back under his clothes, and says, "Well, now that you've been a good little slut and admirably fulfilled your end of things to my satisfaction, I guess I can let you through."
Pulling your chiton back up, you avoid looking at the guard as you walk towards the door. However, as you pass by he reaches out and slaps you firmly on the ass, calling out as you speed towards the door, "You seemed to enjoy it too, so I'd be happy to put that new body of yours to work again whenever you'd like, just ask!" Jerking the door open, you step through and slam it shut behind you, letting out a large sign and sinking back against it for a moment. That was a thoroughly unpleasant and confusing encounter, but you don't have time to linger here thinking about it, especially not if more things like that are going to happen the longer you fumble about.
<<modsexfat 10>>
<<modlus 10>>
<<modlew 2>>
<<modsex 1>>\
<<modfem 1>>\
[[Continue|Meeting Corridor]]Struggling awake, you let out a groan, dull pain pounding away inside your head where you struck it. Shifting up to a sitting position, your entire body feels sore and lethargic after lying crumpled on the cold stone floor while you were out. Taking a glance around, you don't see that asshole guard anywhere around. After a quick check, you determine you don't have any real injuries other than some bruises, although you imagine there's going to be a spectacular bump on your head. Since there's no point wasting more time lamenting what happened, you force yourself to your feet with a sigh. Shuffling over to the doors, you jerk them open and step through.
<<modlus 10>>
[[Continue|Meeting Corridor]]Preparing yourself for the confrontation, you take a deep breath and square your shoulders. Your opponent is likely much more experienced at this sort of thing, as well as better armed, but you doubt he'd dare use that spear against you. If he seriously hurt or killed you, your family would likely demand his life, or at the very least exile, in return. Not to mention whatever Lysandrim might do for ruining his trial and desecrating his temple. Plus, all you probably need to do is get past him, as with how things have seemed to go up till now, you doubt he'll be able to chase you for long, if at all. Stepping forward you-
[[Cautiously but steadily advance|Slow Advance]]
[[Charge forward and advance full speed|Aggressive Advance]]
[[Use fancy footwork to advance erratically|Erratic Advance]]Uninterested in dealing with this right now, you turn and start walking back the way you came. You'll return when you're better prepared, or perhaps there's another path. Although you suspect that he wouldn't have waited to ambush you here if there was an easy way around. It doesn't seem like he's trying to follow you, but from behind you hear him shout, "Yeah, run away coward, not that it'll do you any good! I'll be right here, waiting!"
[[Continue|Temple Commons]]Struggling ineffectually against the young man, you hear him growl, "Seems like someone needs to learn their place as a woman." Grabbing the hem of your chiton, he roughly pulls it up to expose your crotch, then begins fumbling with his belt. Realizing what's about to happen, you redouble your efforts to get away, but in your battered and fatigued condition, it's all but impossible to shift his weight off of you. Finally managing to free himself from his belt, the guard pulls out his already erect dick and presses a knee between your legs, prying them apart, then rams his hips up against yours, pushing all the way inside you in one stroke.
<<if $vcd == 0>>@@.red;You have lost your virginity.@@<<set $pluck to "a temple guard">>
A bright red stab of pain shoots up your spine as he enters you, forcing a gasp out of you as your body goes rigid in shock.<<else>>A pained groan escapes you as he forcibly enters you.<</if>> Heedless of your obvious discomfort, the guard swings his waist quickly back and forth, roughly plowing your dry pussy as you grit your teeth and try not to give him the satisfaction of hearing you cry out. Mercifully, the pain does start to fade away after a short interval, and you can feel your vagina start to adjust to the intrusion; expanding and releasing fluids, causing the sounds of skin slapping together to take on a distinctly wet tone.
However, as the discomfort dwindles, pleasure starts to seep into the void it left behind, much to your dismay. Creeping up your spine slowly at first, with every thrust into your drooling pussy the sensation grows, until instead of holding back cries of pain, you have to suppress cries of ecstasy. Closing your eyes, you desperately try to focus and push the pleasure away, disgusted that this traitorous new body is so easily swayed against your will, but to no avail. Wrapped up in your inner struggle, you're taken completely by surprise when his hand suddenly grabs one of your breasts and squeezes it brusquely.
A muffled groan escapes through your closed mouth as your eyes snap back open, sparks dancing across your vision, and the guard lets out a harsh laugh, saying, "Just like all the other bitches. You squeal and struggle at first, but as soon as a cock starts stirring up your cunt you love it." You try to glare at him, but you're having some difficulty keeping your eyes focused, as the pleasant heat from your chest being groped joins up with the fire creeping up from your crotch, and threatens to overwhelm you. Straining to retain control, you grip the young man tightly, digging your nails into him, but he doesn't seem to care much.
The one-sided coupling continues like that for a while, your will slowly eroding under the steadily increasing tides of pleasure as the young guard pounds away at your soaking slit. Just as you start to waver though, you feel a subtle change, almost as if his engorged member throbbed inside you, and his pace quickens. Your fogged-up brain has just enough time to realize what's about to happen and come up with a single thought before it arrives.
[[Jerk away|Guard Reject]]
[[Pull him in|Guard Accept]]Disgusted at the idea of anything to do with this asshole's groin, other than giving it a swift kick, you snap out a rather rude suggestion for what he should do with it. He laughs, and his smile gets wider, but not in a nice way. It appears diplomacy has failed.
[[Next|Jerk Guard]]With a desperate heave, you try to twist your waist away from his, but the sheer weight of his body traps you there. Imagining a flood of hot white cum spilling into you, you throw your entire body into one last effort, jerking your hips just far enough away to free his cock at the very moment it erupts, coating your thighs and vulva with a generous amount of his seed. Relieved that you managed to avoid the worst outcome, you lay panting underneath him, cum trickling down your legs as you slowly wind down from the edge of the climax you never quite reached.
After spending a few minutes laying atop you, presumably savoring his conquest, the guard finally pushes himself up to his feet and stretches. Glancing down at you he sees the mess covering your lower body and smirks, saying, "Hope you learned your lesson about what happens to a woman who picks fights with men. But if you haven't, I'd be happy to show you again any time you want." Laughing to himself, he bends down to scoop up his spear and swaggers off towards the doors. Exhausted, battered, and sore, you continue to lay on the cool stone floor for a little while longer.
<<if $preg == false>><<impreg 95 "a temple guard">><</if>>\
Finally pushing yourself up to a sitting position, you look down at the mess of <<if $pluck is "a temple guard">>pink-stained <</if>>fluids all over your legs and crotch. Glancing about for something to clean up with, you don't see anything around that you could use. Sighing glumly, you stand up, trying to ignore the warm, viscous fluid slowly creeping down your legs. Telling yourself that you need to move on and keep going to make it through this trial, you gingerly step over to the doors and pull them open. You take a quick peek, but, thankfully, your assailant is nowhere to be seen, so you step through, closing the doors behind you.
<<modlus 100>>
<<modlew 5>>
<<modvag 1>>\
<<modsex 1>>\
[[Continue|Meeting Corridor]]<<modfat 20>>\
<<modfgt 1>>
Deciding to take full advantage of the situation, you turn and make a break for the door, with the guard hot on your heels. What you didn't account for though, was the spear the guard still holds, which he promptly throws between your legs to trip you up. <<if $fat >= 100 and $genF == false>>With your reactions slowed by fatigue you don't have time to correct your stride and your legs get tangled up in the shaft of the spear, tripping you. Faceplanting into the rock floor, you smack your head hard and slip into unconsciousness.
[[Next|Guard Fail]]<<elseif $fat >= 100 and $genF == true>>With your reactions slowed by fatigue you don't have time to correct your stride and your legs get tangled up in the shaft of the spear, tripping you. Right behind you, the guard jumps on top of you before you can recover and promptly pins you.
[[Next|Guard Rape]]<<elseif $combat >=3 and $genF == true>>Unfortunately you seem to lack the speed or mass to really accomplish much, and you just bounce off your opponent. Grabbing you, he wrestles you to the ground and promptly pins you.
[[Next|Guard Rape]]<<else>>While the shaft of the spear does slam into your legs, you manage to stumble through and correct your stride, although your shins are smarting from the impact. Sprinting up to the door with your opponent just behind, you throw it open and almost dive through before slamming it shut behind you with a crash. You pause for a few moments, waiting, but nothing happens. It may not have been an elegant performance, but it seems you did it.
[[Continue|Meeting Corridor]]<</if>><<if $genF == false>>Deciding diplomacy is worth a shot, you spend a few minutes trying to talk to the young man, but he seems uninterested, eventually replying in a dismissive tone, "I don't want to hear the ineffectual words of a layabout, this is supposed to be a trial, not a casual stroll. There's no way you can weasel out of this one, you have to go through these doors, so stop wasting my time and get on with it already." As it stands, he clearly doesn't intend to let you through without a confrontation.
[[Next|Jerk Guard]]<<else>>Deciding diplomacy is worth a shot despite his demeanor, you spend a few minutes trying to talk to the young man, but he just snickers and shakes his head dismissively, finally saying, "If you want through that badly then shut up, get down on your knees, and put that new, pretty, mouth of yours to work doing something useful for a change." Gesturing down at his crotch, he grins suggestively. Well, you suppose that is an alternate way to solve the problem in front of you. But could you actually go through with it?
[[Get on your knees|Guard Blowjob]]
[[Refuse|Guard Refuse]]<</if>>!!@@.blue;Guest Room@@
You are in a medium-sized room, moderately lit by a small fireplace and candles. The room is somewhat lavishly appointed, with quality carpets and decorative wall hangings softening the hard stone surfaces. The furnishings are of good make, carved and polished maple wood inlaid with decorative patterns of high-quality materials.
A spacious bed covered in soft, colorful cushions and pillows occupies the back wall. In one corner sits a small table and chair, upon which is a large bronze mirror. A few empty shelves and racks stand empty, ready to be filled with belongings. A table with chairs sits near the door, and some well-cushioned kline are arranged near the fireplace.
<<if visited("Guest Room 2") or visited("Guest Room 3")>>It appears almost identical to the neighboring guest room and equally uninhabited.<<else>>A bit puzzling why such a nice room is here; perhaps it's for guests?<</if>> There doesn't appear to be anything relevant to the trial, though you could probably take a break here.
<<if $genF == true and $tri == 3>>[[Take a nap|Birth]]<<else>>[[Take a nap|GST Rest]]<</if>>
[[Masturbate|GST Masturbate]]
[[(S)Leave|Main Corridor 3]]!!@@.blue;Guest Room@@
You are in a medium-sized room, moderately lit by a small fireplace and candles. The room is somewhat lavishly appointed, with quality carpets and decorative wall hangings softening the hard stone surfaces. The furnishings are of good make, carved and polished maple wood inlaid with decorative patterns of high-quality materials.
A spacious bed covered in soft, colorful cushions and pillows occupies the back wall. In one corner sits a small table and chair, upon which is a large bronze mirror. A few empty shelves and racks stand empty, ready to be filled with belongings. A table with chairs sits near the door, and some well-cushioned kline are arranged near the fireplace.
<<if visited("Guest Room 2") or visited("Guest Room 3")>>It appears almost identical to the neighboring guest room and equally uninhabited.<<else>>A bit puzzling why such a nice room is here; perhaps it's for guests?<</if>> There doesn't appear to be anything relevant to the trial, though you could probably take a break here.
<<if $genF == true and $tri == 3>>[[Take a nap|Birth]]<<else>>[[Take a nap|GST Rest]]<</if>>
[[Masturbate|GST Masturbate]]
[[(S)Leave|Main Corridor 3]]!!@@.blue;Guest Room@@
You are in a medium-sized room, moderately lit by a small fireplace and candles. The room is somewhat lavishly appointed, with quality carpets and decorative wall hangings softening the hard stone surfaces. The furnishings are of good make, carved and polished maple wood inlaid with decorative patterns of high-quality materials.
A spacious bed covered in soft, colorful cushions and pillows occupies the back wall. In one corner sits a small table and chair, upon which is a large bronze mirror. A few empty shelves and racks stand empty, ready to be filled with belongings. A table with chairs sits near the door, and some well-cushioned kline are arranged near the fireplace.
<<if visited("Guest Room 1") or visited("Guest Room 2")>>It appears almost identical to the neighboring guest room and equally uninhabited.<<else>>A bit puzzling why such a nice room is here, perhaps it's for guests?<</if>> There doesn't appear to be anything relevant to the trial, though you could probably take a break here.
<<if $genF == true and $tri == 3>>[[Take a nap|Birth]]<<else>>[[Take a nap|GST Rest]]<</if>>
[[Masturbate|GST Masturbate]]
[[(S)Leave|Main Corridor 3]]<<if $ahp is 0>>Lamalliá sighs and says, "What did I just say about being cute and saying you don't want to change anything?" You open your mouth to reply, but she cuts you off, "Ah ah ah, you had your chance, now I'm going to do what I want, and you'll just have to live with it." With that, she bustles about rubbing cream into your scalp, combing and trimming your hair.
<<set _THS to random(5)>>
<<if _THS is 0>><<set _THL to random(66)>><<elseif _THS is 1>><<set _THL to random(1, 66)>><<elseif _THS is 2>><<set _THL to random(4, 66)>><<elseif _THS is 3>><<set _THL to random(12,66)>><<elseif _THS is 4>><<set _THL to random(12,66)>><<elseif _THS is 5>><<set _THL to random(12,66)>><</if>>\
<<set _THT to random(2)>>\
<<set $hairL to _THL>>\
<<set $hairS to _THS>>\
<<set $hairT to _THT>>\
Sometime later, she finally steps back, admiring her handiwork before handing you a mirror from the table. Peering into it you see that your <<HLDesc>>, <<HTDesc>> hair is <<HSDesc>>. You open your mouth to say something, but she cuts you off again, saying, "I don't want to hear any complaints, you're the one who decided to ignore my warning."<<else>>Stepping back, Lamalliá circles around you, checking her work and making a few final adjustments.
Apparently satisfied, she hands you a mirror from the table. Peering into it you turn your head, checking your <<HLDesc>>, <<HTDesc>> <<HCDesc>> hair, which is <<HSDesc>>.<</if>> Leaning in over your shoulder, she says, "Well, now that I've gotten to play, I suppose it's time for me to help you. Let's move somewhere more...comfortable." Taking your hand, she pulls you off the stool and starts to lead you towards the group of chairs.
<<modtra 3>>
[[Go along with her|Acolyte Blowjob]]
[[Shake her off and politely decline|Acolyte Rejection]]You figure that maybe just talking to her could help, perhaps she's bored or lonely in this clearing by herself. Casting about for a topic to get things rolling, you decide to ask her about her pregnancy since it seems like that's all the village women want to talk about when they're expecting. Inquiring into how far along she is, she happily replies, "Oh, I don't pay much attention to the passing of days. Hmmm... around three full moons, perhaps?"
You barely manage to stop yourself from losing your balance and falling over in surprise. Three months? That's it? You'd heard pregnancies around your village were generally shorter than in other regions, but they still took seven or eight months, not three! <<if visited("Nymph Befriend")>>Diane<<else>>The woman<</if>> laughs merrily at the look on your face and continues, "I suppose things work differently for mortal women, but for us, it can vary wildly. Although with Ly, it usually stays fairly short. Well, except for Alecta, how many years has she been carrying hers now?"
As she trails off, thinking about it, you decide to move things along, trying a different favorite topic you've heard many times, and ask if she's hoping for a boy or a girl. She blinks at you a few times, apparently confused by the question. Eventually, she replies, "Well... that hardly matters, doesn't it? They're Ly's after all. They're always girls." Now it's your turn to look confused. You've only heard of him having daughters, come to think of it, but as a god of fertility who's bedded countless women, surely he's had some actual sons? Staring at you oddly, she murmurs, "Unless you don't know? Well, I suppose he wouldn't want it spread around..."
Trailing off, she ponders something for a moment then continues, "It's not like it's a big secret, but all children born of Lysandrim are girls. Much to his relief probably, ever since that oracle prophesized that the only one that would be able to supplant him and assume his godhead was his own son." Your eyes widen slightly at this revelation, and its implications. Suddenly all those stories of fake sons of Lysandrim popping up then having terrible fates befall them have entirely different connotations. You're pulled out of your thoughts when you realize she's resumed speaking, "-so of course, they're both going to be girls. Honestly, it's a little bit of a relief, they'll both be Meliades like me, I'd have no clue what to do with a boy-"
She chatters on like that quite happily for a while, with you occasionally interjecting or prompting her to keep things going. After the conversation eventually draws to a close, you feel like it went rather well. She's feeling at least a little more friendly towards you, you think.
<<modnym 25>>
[[Return|Gravid Nymph Hub]]Seeing no reason to protest this sudden turn of events, you decide to play along, wrapping an arm around her waist and leaning forward to brush your mouth against the nape of her neck. An appreciative noise escapes her throat, and her hand grows bolder as she murmurs, "You surprise me yet again, most young mortals are all fire and no artistry." Pressing up against you, her body shifts up and down in time with the movements of her hand, which is now openly stroking you through your clothes.
A few more minutes of heavy petting pass like this, but eventually, you can stand it no more and reach up to slide off your clothes. Arching one eyebrow as she strokes your <<DickDesc>> erection directly now, Flotámi exclaims, <<if $DickS > 7>>"Oh my, I'm not at all sure I'm going to get an accurate idea of how most humans will hold up with you sporting a beast like this."<<elseif $DickS < 5>>"Oh dear, I thought you'd just been slow to burn, but I suppose if even this can manage to satisfy me, at least I won't need to worry about other men not being up to it."<<else>>"Ah, eager to get started already, are we?"<</if>> Unable to bear it any longer, you reach out to take her in your arms and get things going, but she slides out of your grasp and away from you with a coy smile, her wet skin slipping from your grip easily.
Momentarily confused, you don't have long to think about what she's doing before something slams into the back of your legs with enough force to throw you towards her and the water. Flailing wildly through the air, you land in Flotámi's arms with all the grace of a drunken goat, though despite her smaller form, she catches your weight effortlessly, not even shifting an inch. The pleasantly hot water laps at your waist as you straddle her lower body, and you carefully sit up so as to not fall off, shooting her a flat glare as you do, but she merely chuckles and relaxes back in the water, floating serenely.
Still piqued, you console yourself by roughly fondling her absurdly large, pillowy breasts, though this just causes her to sigh happily. Giving up trying to punish her, you focus on trying to figure out how to line up your anatomy to make this work, and fortunately, despite her lack of legs, there's a cleft in the usual spot, just above where her skin starts to turn to scales. You shift until you're positioned correctly atop her, guiding your erect rod to the entrance of her slit then plunging your <<DickDesc>> cock into the dragoness in one swift movement.
A throaty cry escapes her, and as you start to rhythmically plow her snatch she wraps her arms around you and murmurs, "Ohhhh wow, I'm, mmmh, much more sensitive than usual, but is it this new body, or is Lysandrim meddlinnnggg!?" The she-dragon's voice trails off into an inelegant moan, and her body tenses around you briefly in what you're sure is a small orgasm. Her sapphire eyes drift down from gazing absently at the ceiling and focus back on your face as you chuckle and dryly ask if the human is managing to satisfy her.
[[Next|Hot Dragon Sex 2]]Giving you a flat look, Flotámi wraps her tail around your lower legs and binds you tightly to her as she barks, "Less snarking, more fucking." You're happy to comply, and though the water does make it a little hard to move quickly, it also adds an intriguing weight that amplifies the sensations as you slide in and out. However, you already feel your muscles starting to burn a little from the resistance of the water, so you elect to not drag this out and go for big, powerful thrusts, clamping both hands around her waist for added leverage.
Ramming forward, you relax, letting the hot water buoy you up and carry your weight as you channel all your energy into plunging as deep into the she-dragon as you can. As you grind against her insides, Flotámi is not shy about expressing how she feels, and the large room soon fills with the reverberating echoes of her lustful cries and the sloshing water of the pool as it rocks back in forth in sync with your movements. Under your sustained assault, her body starts to open up, the walls of her pussy spreading around you and sucking you in even farther until you start to bump up against on obstruction at the end of every thrust.
Letting out a startled shriek as soon as you start hammering against her cervix, the dracaenae's eyes lose focus one more, and she starts playing with her gigantic breasts herself as the entire length of her body starts to sway slightly back and forth in the water. Feeling a climax begin to well up, you continue to pound at the entrance to her womb until you feel it start to spread open and embrace the tip of your cock, signaling her body is ready. Going all out now, you try to increase your pace as much as possible, powering through the resistance of the water as you pump into the dragoness.
A few more frenzied moments pass as you couple frantically, until with one last thrust, the dragoness lets out a great, resounding cry, and you feel her body tense once again as her vagina clamps down around you like a vice. Already at your limit, this is more than enough to push you over the edge, and you explode inside her, pumping wave after wave of hot cum directly into her womb as her entire body undulates underneath you. Wrapped in warm water, you luxuriate in the tide of sensations as your empty yourself into the dracaenae until the flow slows, then stops, leaving you panting and spent atop her.
Wrapped in the post-coital glow and embraced by the hot water, you feel like you could stay like this forever, but after what is probably less than a minute, Flotámi suddenly turns beneath you, dumping you into the water. Flailing about in a panic, it takes you several seconds to regain your bearing and swim over to the edge, shooting a sullen glare at the dragoness as you tiredly pull yourself out, but she merely smiles languidly and says, "Now now, I couldn't just let you fall asleep on me, don't you have something you need to be getting on with?" Seeing your clothing a short distance away, you trudge over to it and dress; while you're pretty sure she didn't need to dunk you in the water to make it, the she-dragon has a point, and after a perfunctory farewell, you stride towards the open doorway.
Just before you step through, from behind you, you hear her murmur softly to herself, "Perhaps I should pay a visit to the coast of Lysandrim's demense..."
<<modsexfat 50>>
<<modlus -100>>
<<modlew 5>>
<<set $bdl to true>>
[[Continue|Dressing Room]]No longer able to ignore the growing heat in your groin, you surreptitiously glance around, double-checking to make sure no one is hiding, before taking a seat on the edge of the bed and shifting your clothing out of the way. With a heated sigh, your imagination conjures up a procession of lewd fantasies for you to start stimulating yourself to, and in short order, a climax washes over you. Far from feeling relief though, your considerable lust has barely waned at all, and your body still seems ready and eager to go.
Continuing on with a growing sense of trepidation, you bring yourself to orgasm several more times, until finally you collapse in a panting heap on the bed, exhausted and soaked in your own fluids, but at least feeling a moderate decrease in your desire for sex. You're certain this must be Lysandrim's doing, you were warned about your passion being inflamed over time, but you didn't think it would go this far. Deciding you should probably get on with the trial before this gets any worse, you tiredly push yourself to your feet and shuffle towards the door.
<<modsexfat 50>>
<<modlus -50>>
<<modlew 1>>
[[Continue|Infirmary]]Flopping down on the bed, you close your eyes and try to get some rest. You sleep soundly, but your dreams are full of erotic visions of alluring figures engaging in various forms of debauchery. You wake up after an indeterminate amount of time, rested and refreshed, but also incredibly aroused.
<<if $preg == true and $tri == 0>> As you get up, you feel a bit odd, like your balance is slightly off. Figuring it's just some lingering grogginess, you stand up and stretch.<<if $kids == 0>> You //do// feel a little heavier than before, have you put on some weight, maybe? Now is not really the time to be worrying about that kinda thing though, you're still in the middle of the trial after all.<</if>><<elseif $preg == true and $tri == 1 and $kids == 0>> As you wake up, you definitely feel something is different this time. Sitting up, you immediately notice your stomach bulging out visibly. Panic shoots through you for a second, and you place a hand over the firm mound, stunned by its sudden appearance. You can't possibly be //pregnant//! Well, you suppose you probably //can// be, now, but it certainly shouldn't happen this quickly, you haven't been down here nearly long enough for it to be showing! Running your hands over the taut roundness of your middle, you'd guess you're about halfway along from the size of it, which ordinarily would mean three or four months in, maybe.
The only explanation is Lysandrim messing around with things, this is his temple after all, he can probably do something as simple as accelerating a pregnancy. It just boggles your mind that it happened this quickly, at this rate you might give birth before you even make it out of the temple! The implications start tumbling through your head, and you feel the panic coming back, but you take a deep breath and shove it all back down, shaking your head to clear it. You can't afford to lose it now, the only thing to do is keep moving forward and deal with things as they come.<<elseif $preg == true and $tri == 1 and $kids > 0>>As you wake up, you definitely feel different this time. Sitting up, you immediately notice your stomach bulging out visibly once again. A strange feeling of resignation and... affection? Works its way through you, and you place a hand over the firm mound, gently rubbing it. It seems a bit cruel to turn someone into a woman and then saddle them with multiple births in a matter of... has it been hours, or days? It's hard to tell down here. Resting your hands over the taut roundness of your middle, you'd guess you're about halfway along from the size of it, which ordinarily would mean three or four months in, maybe.
It still surprises you that it happens this quickly, and you feel a little of the panic coming back, but you take a deep breath and let it out slowly, shaking your head to clear it. You can't afford to lose it now, the only thing to do is keep moving forward and deal with things as they come.<<elseif $preg == true and $tri == 2>> Waking up this time, you were <<if $kids == 0>>almost<</if>> expecting what awaits you when you open your eyes. You don't even need to lift your head to see the massive swell of your belly now, seems it's grown even larger while you slept, and it feels like your breasts have swollen up to match it. Heaving yourself up to a sitting position, you gaze down blankly at your massive stomach. Judging by the size, you must be nearing the end of the pregnancy now, the equivalent of six months maybe? A confusing mix of emotions swirl through your head, but you shake them off once more. You need to stay on task and get through this trial first, you can worry about what to do in the long term later.
<<modtit 1>><</if>>
Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and trying to ignore the remaining fragments of titillating dreams swirling through your mind, you continue on your trial.
<<modfat -50>>
<<modlus 50>>
<<modlew 1>>
<<if $preg == true>><<modtri 1>><</if>>\
[[Continue|Infirmary]]Some persian clothing/influences. Maybe on demons? possible Daeva to use for inspiration, Varun/Varan of unnatural lust, Jeh/Jahi the whore, Eshm/Aeshma of wrath, Akatash of perversion, Rashk/Areshko of envy.
A weapon of some sort from an encounter. One use solution to hostile encounters, also used on the corruption path? Kill father?
Akakios doesn't recognize you if female and wearing a priestess robe (or other clothes?) Maybe Korinna and father too? Or make it based on stat that rises as you change.
If female or has high fem stat, korinna can turn you back and clear your fem stat by ritualisticly deflowering her. Needed to do her ending?
Give the nymph's token to a man(satyr?) later on to pass a challenge for free and give choice to watch him make her his fucktoy. Bonus reward?
use <<remember>> for a newgame + where you can see stat or flag changes?
foreign goddess sneaks into trial to seduce you into promising her something, offers direct aid in return, an object of power of that culture? if female, offers to partly restore you, modifies your clit to turn into a functioning cock at will when aroused, but prevents you from ever turning back to a man. The reason she seduces you is Lysandrim tricked her and cursed her womb to be barren, and as a goddess of marriage and fertility where she came from, this has caused her influence and power to dwindle as people stopped worshipping her. As his son, if you take his place you could undo the curse. corruptable?
Baker/cook that offers you food (baked treats?) different food with different effects? One gets rid of muscle definition?
if you keep original clothes, possible for them to get damaged/destroyed?
stat that tracks how many events completed as woman to enable writing scenes as more comfortable being a woman? Have it be a threshhold? Ask the player after they change if they accept it or not? At the midpoint (2nd mother encounter) let them choose to accept it or not?
Zahhak/Aži Dahāka as inspiration for corrupt Alexis? (incest with mother and son of Angra Mainyu)
İşbüke turkish name for women from tribe of half-snake people.
Red is common in persian wedding dresses as a color of fertility and life. Gold is royal, and yellow is for lovers.
Have Jeh (Veh?) possess your mother during second encounter if you corrupted her? Offers to stay and be your queen if you want?
More non-npc obstacles and challenges
what do you whisper to Kalene on the corrupt or divine version. Tell her to start gathering support inside the temple. One of the requirements to defeat and usurp Lysandrim immediately ending? If locked into average route you whispered something else and she just sneaks you something helpful?
Have the ending sequence be interactive? Or just a Spiel?
Red:A transitional color, indicating a change in life status. Boys on the threshold of becoming men wore red cloaks. Brides wore red veils. Death shrouds were red.
Black:Worn for mourning, but also to draw attention to the mourner's social status. "True blacks were hard to achieve," says Llewellyn-Jones. "You often see the term 'thrice-dyed' to describe deep black."
Purple:Indicated royalty or high rank, due to the rarity of purple dye. Alexander the Great was fond of wearing purple from head to toe.
White: As much a state of being as a color; the ancients used the word to designate youthful or feminine, pale skin.
Have the Charis handjob have an option to force a blowjob? maybe give a liiitle corruption?
an action log or synopsis of things you've done so far?
Divine scene for lamiai?
Have option with sphinx to gamble with your life and get a sex scene if you win.
Use feminizing elixer to bargain with charis?
Start thinking about things that lewdness should effect.
Sparkling orb in a pool of water to lure you into the water? Draceanea? Orb nullifies poisons in any container it touches.
You need three items to Supplant Lysandrim at the end. The draceanea's orb that nullifies poison, a bottle of Lysandrim's favorite wine, and a poison strong enough to weaken a god. One item is on each floor.!!@@.blue;Infirmary@@
Stepping inside, this is one room whose purpose is almost immediately clear. A moderately sized room, rows of beds line the walls to your left and right, and a few waist-high tables big enough for a man to lay on occupy the center of the room. The far wall is taken up by shelves stuffed full of jars, bottles, bundles of herbs, and small rolls of plain cloth, cupboards, a few small tables covered in a range of things from small gleaming knives to mortar and pestles stained with use, and a couple of massive iron cauldrons set above fireboxes. Obviously some sort of sickroom, you glance around and spot a basket next to the door full of long strips of cloth covered in dark brown stains.
You could probably use a bed to rest if you feel tired, otherwise there doesn't seem to be much to do here.
<<if $genF == true and $tri == 3>>[[Take a nap|Birth]]<<else>>[[Take a nap|INF rest]]<</if>>
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[[(N)Door to corridor|Main Corridor 1]] Wait, a knife? You haven't seen any other edged objects the entire trial, except things people were holding when you encountered them. Stepping closer, the reason you thought it odd when you glanced over it earlier becomes clear. The blade is a fairly typical bronze knife blade, but the handle looks like wood that's grown around the tang in the shape of a comfortable handle that still has the bark on it.
As you're reaching out towards it, you hear the sound of something sliding to the ground behind you. Turning, you look more closely at that area, noticing a sack of flour on the floor near the wall trailing a few wisps of white. Moving closer, you notice a pile of sacks and baskets next to it that sit a few feet away from the wall, leaving enough space for a child to hide.
Curious now, you wonder why anyone would be hiding when only people who intend to meet you can even see you; perhaps they were hiding from someone else, or maybe this IS part of the trial? Either way, you'll find out soon enough. Preparing yourself, you quickly pull a basket out of the way and reach inside, seizing something warm and...hairy?
With some effort, you drag out whatever you've caught from behind the sacks and into the kitchen's light. In a heap on the ground before you lies a strange, pot-bellied little man, with legs like a goat and two tiny little nubs of horns poking out of his scalp. His lower body is entirely covered in coarse, thick hair, and he also has a generous amount on his arms and torso.
He's probably too diminutive to be a satyr; perhaps he's one of those companions of Lysandrim on his infamous revels, they call them the Panni, you think? Anyway, what was he hiding for, or better yet, what is he doing here by himself in the first place? You wait for him to collect himself and stand up before you start pumping him for information.
[[Next|Pan 1]]You wake up slowly, with a small instinctual groan escaping your lips. Your entire body feels heavy as stone, and your mind is foggy and confused. As you struggle to open your eyes, you try to remember what happened, but all you can recall is being outside somewhere around the village; then a feeling of emptiness and a memory of pain that makes your heavy body shudder.
Slowly, you manage to crack your eyelids open enough to make out two blurry smudges of soft light on a smudged gray background. Breathing deeply, you let your eyes focus and adjust, and the blobs of light resolve into two small ceiling braziers, suspended from a marble ceiling. Your nose detects a subtle scent of incense.
You try to remember where you are, though it takes your fogged brain a few minutes to get moving again, but really there's only one place you're likely to be. The huge temple to Lysandrim that dominates the area around your village. Given your vague and jumbled memories, perhaps you were injured somehow and brought to the temple to be treated. Most of your family served the temple in one way or another, so it makes sense you'd be taken there. You don't think you know the room you're in, but you've only ever been in the first few public areas of the temple.
You try to look around, but your head is heavy as lead, and the room is fairly dim. All you get is the sense that the room is reasonably large, if not huge. It feels like you're laying on some sort of flat, smooth, stone surface, with a small pad of some sort under your head.
[[Try to get up]]
[[Try to rest]]<<if $genF == false>><<if visited("Guard Leave") >= 1>>Pushing the doors open, you once more step through and into the large hall lined with columns. The well-built young man from before isn't even bothering to hide this time, instead, he waits for you next to the doors at the opposite end of the hall. Cautiously traversing the hall, you come to a stop well outside the man's striking distance as he shifts to block the door.
Sneering at you, his voice practically drips with contempt as he says, "So, finally worked up the courage to face me, or did you just figure out that there's no other way forward but through here? Either way, I'm going to enjoy teaching you a lesson." Taking one step forward, he assumes a more aggressive posture but moves no farther. He clearly doesn't intend to be drawn away from the door. Once again you consider how to handle the situation.
<<actions [[Direct confrontation|Guard Fight]] [[Try to reason with him|Guard Talk]]>>
[[Walk away|Guard Leave]]<<else>>Pushing the doors open, you step through into a large hall lined with columns. Passing by an ornate statue of Lysandrim, you glance around, but there isn't much here other than empty chairs and benches. Shrugging inwardly, you start to move towards the doors at the opposite end of the hall, but as you draw near a figure steps out from behind a pillar, blocking your path.
Coming to a stop several feet away, you cautiously glance over the newcomer. A well-built young man in a deep green exomie, cradling a simple spear against his shoulder, with dark brown hair and eyes and deeply tanned skin from long hours spent in the sun. A faint sense of recognition floats through your mind, and though you can't put a name to his face, the clothing and spear tell you that he's one of the temple guards, like your father. You've probably seen him around before, although you don't believe you've ever met or spoken to him personally.
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Seeing that you intend to keep your distance, he smirks unpleasantly and says, "Guess I shouldn't be surprised that the lazy wastrel is a coward as well." Tensing up at his obvious hostility, you get ready for a confrontation. Seems like whoever this is has no intention of letting you through unchallenged. Pausing for a moment, you consider your options.
<<actions [[Direct confrontation|Guard Fight]] [[Try to reason with him|Guard Talk]]>>
[[Walk away|Guard Leave]]<</if>><<else>><<if visited("Guard Leave") >= 1>><<if $jgf == 0>>Pushing the doors open, you once more step through and into the large hall lined with columns. The well-built young man from before isn't even bothering to hide this time, instead, he waits for you next to the doors at the opposite end of the hall. Cautiously traversing the hall, you come to a stop well outside the man's striking distance as he shifts to block the door.
Smiling unpleasantly, the young man calls out, "So, finally figured out there's no other way through? Don't worry, if you need to pass that badly I'm sure we can come to some sort of...arrangement." A shiver shoots up your spine, but you give the young man a level stare as you once more contemplate how to deal with the obstacle in front of you.
<<actions [[Direct confrontation|Guard Fight]] [[Try to reason with him|Guard Talk]]>>
[[Walk away|Guard Leave]]<<else>>Pushing the doors open, you once more step through and into the large hall lined with columns. The well-built young man from before isn't even bothering to hide this time, instead, he waits for you next to the doors at the opposite end of the hall. Curious if your new body might be sufficient to fool him, you walk confidently across the hall, completely ignoring the young man. At first, he doesn't react at all, but then he starts to glance around, looking perplexed. As you draw closer he begins staring at you intently, and as you stop before the doors he takes a step towards you and starts to say, "Wait-" Jerking the door open you rush through and slam it closed behind you. Jogging forward a few steps, you turn, but the doors remained closed. It seems no pursuit will be forthcoming, oddly enough.
[[Continue|Meeting Corridor]]<</if>><<else>>Pushing the doors open, you step through into a large hall lined with columns. Passing by an ornate statue of Lysandrim, you glance around but, other than empty chairs and benches, there isn't much here. Shrugging inwardly, you start to move towards the doors at the opposite end of the hall, but as you draw near a figure steps out from behind a pillar, blocking your path.
Coming to a stop several feet away, you cautiously glance over the newcomer. A well-built young man in a deep green exomie, cradling a simple spear against his shoulder, with dark brown hair and eyes and deeply tanned skin from long hours spent in the sun. A faint sense of recognition floats through your mind, and though you can't put a name to his face, the clothing and spear tell you that he's one of the temple guards, like your father. You've probably seen him around before, although you don't believe you've ever met or spoken to him personally.
The young man appears to be confused for a moment as he looks at you, then snickers derisively. Shaking his head once he says, "Maybe I didn't need to bother coming down here after all, seems Lysandrim knows how to handle faithless wastrels. I can think of a lot more ways you could make yourself useful just lazing about now." Tensing up at his suggestive grin, you get ready for a confrontation. Seems like whoever this is has no intention of letting you through unchallenged. Pausing for a moment, you consider your options.
<<actions [[Direct confrontation|Guard Fight]] [[Try to reason with him|Guard Talk]]>>
[[Walk away|Guard Leave]]<</if>><</if>>Stepping through the doorway, you're hit by a wave of pleasantly warm, humid air that carries a variety of floral scents on it. You're clearly in some sort of bathing area, with three distinct pools of water. The largest, taking up the bulk of the room, looks big enough to swim in if one were so inclined, and is fed from slots high up in the wall from which warm water tumbles into shallow channels leading to the pool.
The two smaller pools, however, seem to be self-fed, one bubbling and emitting steam, while the other is as calm as a mountain spring. As you glance about, there doesn't seem to be much else to see, and you don't have the time to take a casual dip, even if you could probably use one by now. You almost turn to leave, but a glint of something red in the middle of the big pool catches your eye, and you step closer to the edge to take a look.
Squinting through the crystal clear water, you spy what appears to be a jewel-like red orb resting at the bottom. You can't judge exactly how big it is, but it's probably small enough to fit comfortably in one hand, and it doesn't look to be part of the pool, it's not set into the stone or anything. Of course, if you wanted to retrieve it, you'd have to dive into the water, though it is simply a large bath, so it should be a trivial task.
The glittering sphere does pique your interest, but you wonder why it's there and whether it's worth the time and trouble.
[[Undress and dive in|Dracaenae 1]]
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Satisfied, you draw closer and order her to swear it properly, staring into her eyes. Still floating in the afterglow of her last orgasm, your mother's eyes focus, meeting your gaze. For a second something dark flickers in her eyes, then after a momentary hesitation, she swallows, and in a low voice dripping with sex says "I, Kalene, wife of Arsenios, High Priestess of Lysandrim, forswear all oaths and vows I have taken. I submit my whole being to you. My body, my mind, my heart, they're yours, to do with whatever you want." Pushing herself up slightly, she arches her back and spreads her legs, trails of precum and her own fluids slowly dripping down her thighs. Pushing herself up onto the tips of her toes, she reaches down to her drooling vagina with one hand and spreads herself open, baring everything to you, while the other plays with one of her breasts. Continuing in her low, erotic voice she says "I will obey your every word, and serve you however you please. As a mother or lover, as a mistress or wife, as a toy or a whore or your slave. I swear on my eternal soul that I am only yours now."
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From the corner of your eye you spot what looks like the corner of a piece of parchment sticking out from a crack between a stove and the wall.<</if>><<if visited("Parchment")>><<else>>
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Your mother. You are her second-born child and her eldest son. She is currently a high priestess of Lysandrim, and the highest-ranking member of the priesthood at the temple, making her de facto in charge. She commands an enormous amount of respect in the village, and while technically not in charge of it, her suggestions and requests are essentially taken as mandates. She married your father when she was a 14-year-old acolyte and gave birth to your sister Charis almost a year later. She became a full priestess at only 15 and then gave birth to you the next year. You've occasionally overheard that she was raised at such a young age because Lysandrim himself took notice of her beauty. It took her a little time to settle into her new role and its duties, but a year later she gave birth to twins, your younger sister Korinna, and your little brother Akakios.
Your relationship with your mother has always been unusual. Unlike most other mothers living in the village, she had to split her time between your home and the temple, a split that only became more pronounced as she took on more responsibilities at the temple. You're pretty sure this is why she hasn't had more children as well, which as a priestess of Lysandrim would have been a simple matter. Your other siblings were at the temple much more often, which pleased her, as she could spend more time with them, but your habit of completely avoiding the temple upset her, though she tried her best to be understanding and supportive. She often went out of her way to shower you with affection and attention whenever she was around, although you think this may have given some of your siblings the wrong impression that she favored you. Despite her best efforts, the lack of time together still eroded your relationship, and sometimes she felt more like an affectionate neighbor that visited often than a mother. You still loved her, though, and this left a void in you that left you yearning to be near her.
She is 35 years old, 5'6" tall, and weighs around 140 pounds. Her thick black hair falls in curly locks down past her tailbone, the few times when it isn't fashioned into an elegant pile atop her head. Large green eyes, often highlighted by a dark border of kohl, gaze out of an elegant face softened by round cheeks and full lips. Her body is creamy white skin from head to toe and looks dreamily soft, without a single hard line or edge on her. Well rounded hips and large breasts, well-suited to a mother who serves a fertility god, accentuate her otherwise slim figure.
Being the high-priestess of Lysandrim, as well as a wife and mother, she doubtless has a considerable amount of sexual experience.
[[Return|$return]]As soon as you leave through the doors, you hear a familiar voice call your name <<if $genF is true>>uncertainly<</if>> from your right. Turning, you see your mother leaning out from a wooden door. A smile crosses her face when your eyes meet, and she beckons you over before withdrawing back through the door and closing it.
<<if $genF is true>>[[Follow her|Kalene 2f]]<<else>>[[Follow her|Kalene 2]]<</if>>Following your mother into the room, you glance around. It's a fairly bright room, about half the size of the ritual chamber you woke in. Several large mirrored braziers are mounted on the walls, with small fires burning in each. Against the west wall, a larger brazier sits low on the floor before something covered in a thick, dark sheet of fabric. Several low tables hold a variety of things, including a bowl of fruit, a pitcher and cups, a basin of water, squares of folded cloth, urns and jugs that give off fragrant scents, and several spare sets of clothing. Against one wall is a low bed piled with embroidered cushions. Several carpets cover the floors, with various types of designs and colors.
"This room is used by the priestesses to prepare for important rituals, and to perform smaller, more personal preparation rituals." Looking over, your mother is hovering close to your side, staring at your face as she continues, "I thought it would be a good place to wait for you to wake." Moving closer, she wraps her arms around you in a tight embrace, and you obediently return the hug. Which is when you notice what she's wearing. Or rather, not wearing, as the only cloth on her is a thin, flowing robe of sheer fabric, draped over her shoulders and completely open in the front.
It does absolutely nothing to cover anything, and you can feel the full heat and softness of her body pressed up against you. Startled from your revelation of the position you're currently in, you're utterly surprised when she leans up on tiptoes and kisses you full on the mouth. Her lips are soft, hot, and moist, and feel very good pressed against yours. Small, happy, wet noises escape her mouth, and as you look into her face you can see her eyes are shining wetly. After a few moments, she pulls back and lowers her head to your chest.
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[[Continue|Kalene 3]]Following your mother into the room, you glance around. It's a fairly bright room, about half the size of the ritual chamber you woke in. Several large mirrored braziers are mounted on the walls, with small fires burning in each. Against the west wall, a larger brazier sits low on the floor before something covered in a thick, dark sheet of fabric. Several low tables hold a variety of things, including a bowl of fruit, a pitcher and cups, a basin of water, squares of folded cloth, urns and jugs that give off fragrant scents, and several spare sets of clothing. Against one wall is a low bed piled with embroidered cushions. Several carpets cover the floors, with various types of designs and colors.
"This room is used by the priestesses to prepare for important rituals, and to perform smaller, more personal preparation rituals." Glancing over, your mother is hovering close to your side, staring at your face as she continues, "I thought it would be a good place to wait for you to wake." Shifting to your front, she places her arms on your shoulders and looks you up and down, murmuring, "I see you decided to drink the thilykós potion Lysandrim had us prepare for you. If you're going to go through with this trial you should start acting more cautiously." Given your current shock and outrage at your current predicament of being a woman, the look of amusement your mother has right now is not exactly comforting, and you snap out a sharp retort at her. Her smile of amusement only grows wider, and she gently chides, "Now dear, don't take your feelings out on me, you're the one who decided to take the trial //and// drank a strange liquid that you had no knowledge of. I'm just happy my child is no longer a heap of burst flesh and broken bones, barely clinging to life. Whether you're a woman or a man is secondary right now. Now, come here."
Moving closer, she wraps her arms around you in a tight embrace, and you obediently return the hug. Which is when you notice what she's wearing. Or rather, not wearing, as the only cloth on her is a thin, flowing robe of sheer fabric, draped over her shoulders and completely open in the front. It does absolutely nothing to cover anything, and you can feel the full heat and softness of her body pressed up against you. Startled from your revelation of the position you're currently in, you're utterly surprised when she leans up on tiptoes and kisses you full on the mouth. Her lips are soft, hot, and moist, and feel very good pressed against yours. Small, happy, wet noises escape her mouth, and as you look into her face you can see her eyes are shining wetly. After a few moments, she pulls back and lowers her head to your chest.
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[[Continue|Kalene 3f]]Pressed up against your chest, she murmurs, "I was so terrified after they found and brought you here. Broken and mangled to the point where I almost couldn't recognize you, barely breathing. But now you're here, whole and healthy." Her voice is unsteady and cracks at several points, and you can feel her shaking slightly in your arms as she continues, "I know Lord Lysandrim restored you, but I've been petrified that this is all a dream and that I could wake at any moment to find you've died from your wounds."
Your head is a mess of conflicting emotions, and complicating that fact is that after that kiss, and the way her body is pressing against you, your manhood is embarrassingly erect and rubbing conspicuously up against her every time you shift around. Forcibly separating yourself hardly seems appropriate though, given how distraught she is. At a loss for what to do, you bring a hand up and awkwardly stroke the top of her head, murmuring soothing reassurances that you're fine while praying she doesn't notice your erection.
Fortunately, she pulls away slightly after a few more moments and says, "But you're here now, and you certainly feel solid." She says while looping her arms around your neck and giving you a bright smile. Unable to help it, your gaze drifts down to take in the full swell of her breasts, tipped by rather perky nipples, and down the flat, creamy expanse of her stomach to catch a glimpse of wetly glistening lips and inner thigh. Strange feelings boil through you, and something odd is roiling in the pit of your stomach. Forcing your gaze back up, you see a pleased look on your mother's face, and she gives you a coy smile. Overcome by unfamiliar sensations and feelings, you struggle with yourself.
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<<abcd "(A,B)">>[[Try to regain control|Kalene 4]]
<<abcd "(C)">>[[Fuck her|Kalene Corruption 1]]
<<abcd "(D)">>[[Seduce her|Kalene Divinity 1]]Murmuring into your ear, she says, "I was so terrified after they found you and brought you here. Broken and mangled to the point where I could hardly recognize you, barely breathing. But now you're here, whole and healthy, if a bit different." Her voice is shaky and cracks at several points, and you think you can feel her shaking slightly in your arms as she continues, "I know Lord Lysandrim restored you but I've been petrified that this is all a dream, that I could wake at any moment to find you've died from your wounds."
Still off-balance from the unexpected kiss and all the strange feelings running through your unfamiliar body, you try not to think about the fact that her practically nude body is rubbing against you. It's not like you can just push her away in her current distraught state, so instead, you bring a hand up to tentatively stroke the back of her head. Wrapping your other arm around her and holding her against you, you murmur reassurances that you're fine.
Fortunately, she pulls away slightly after a few more moments and says, "But you're here now, and you certainly feel solid." She says while looping her arms around your neck and giving you a bright smile. Unable to help it, your gaze drifts down to take in the full swell of her breasts, tipped by rather perky nipples, and down the flat, creamy expanse of her belly to catch a glimpse of wetly glistening lips and inner thigh. Strange feelings boil through you, and something strange is roiling in the pit of your stomach. Forcing your gaze back up, you see a coy look on your mother's face, and she seems rather pleased. Overcome by unknown sensations and feelings, you struggle with yourself.
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<<abcd "(A,B)">>[[Try to regain control|Kalene 4f]]
<<abcd "(C)">>[[Fuck her|Kalene Corruption 1f]]
<<abcd "(D)">>[[Seduce her|Kalene Divinity 1f]]With a great effort of will, you manage to control yourself long enough to disentangle yourself from your mother and take a few steps back, breathing heavily. You're not sure what came over you, but you just barely managed to avoid doing something you couldn't take back. Although your mother seems to be actively pushing you to do just that. It must be something about this temple or the trial; although you get a vague sense that if you looked deep inside yourself you might find another cause. A thought which you immediately crush and push far back into a dark corner of your mind.
Moving closer until she's near enough to reach out and touch you, your mother says, "Now <<PName>>, no need to be so shy. Myrrine told me you chose the trial, rather than devote yourself to Lysandrim as I have. I..." She looks away for a moment before bringing her gaze back up to yours, "admit I was a little confused and, perhaps, disappointed, but you chose, and you must have your reasons. As a priestess of Lysandrim, I can wash away your fatigue and desire, leaving you strong and clear-headed for the challenges to come. You won't want to face anything his Grace will set against you with this." She says as she reaches down and grasps your impressively erect manhood, sending sparks through your brain.
You weakly protest, mumbling vaguely about taboos and your father. She chuckles softly, reaching up with her other hand to gently cup your cheek, and replies, "If you'd come to the temple more often, you would have learned that here, pleasure takes precedence over something as unimportant as a taboo. Besides, any children conceived under the blessing of Lysandrim will be born unblemished and healthy, which solves the main issue anyway." You can feel her slowly rubbing your erection through your chiton, and you're not sure you'll be able to pull away a second time. Or if you even want to. Lowering her voice she continues, "As for your father, he knows what being an adherent of Lysandrim means, but if it would make you uncomfortable, we don't have to tell."
Blinking rapidly, you desperately cling to your last shreds of willpower, and manage to mutter something about not letting her force herself to do something for your sake, which only causes her to chuckle again, and lean in closer, "Now you're just being foolish, although it is somewhat adorable. Do I seem like I'm forcing myself? I had a lot of time to think while you slept. Nothing but long hours alone with my thoughts, and I thought about all the time I missed with you from being at the temple, and this chasm I allowed to form between us."
Bringing her other hand up, she gently forces you to meet her gaze, "I'm going to change that, and I don't particularly care how. As your mother, or as a woman, it doesn't matter as long as I'm with you, and after this trial is over I'm never letting you go again. Now, come." With that, she pulls away and starts gently trying to lead you by the hand towards the bed.
<<if $abcd == 1>>**(A)**<<endif>>[[Let her|Kalene Sex 1]]
<<if $abcd == 1>>**(B)**<<endif>>[[Stop her|Kalene 5]]With a great effort of will, you manage to control yourself long enough to disentangle yourself from your mother and take a few steps back, breathing heavily. You're not sure what just came over you, but you think you just barely managed to avoid doing something you couldn't take back. Although your mother seems to be pushing you to do just that. It must be something about this temple or the trial; although you get a vague sense that if you looked deep inside yourself you might find another cause. A thought which you immediately crush and push back into a dark corner of your mind.
Your mother moves closer until she's near enough to reach out and touch you and stops. "Now <<PName>>, no need to be so shy. Myrrine told me you chose the trial rather than devote yourself to Lysandrim as I have. I.." She looks away for a moment before bringing her gaze back up to yours. "admit I was a little confused, and perhaps disappointed, but you chose, and you must have your reasons. As a priestess of Lysandrim, I can wash away your fatigue and desire, leaving you strong and clear-headed for the challenges to come. You won't want to face anything my Lord will set against you while you're so unfamiliar with this." She says as she reaches down and runs her hand over your groin, sending sparks through your brain. You weakly protest, mumbling about being related and what people would think. She chuckles softly and reaches up with her other hand to gently cup your cheek. "If you'd come to the temple more often, you would have learned that here pleasure takes precedence over something as unimportant as a silly taboo. Besides, we're both women so it hardly even counts anyway." You can feel her slowly rubbing your slit through your chiton, and you're not sure if you can pull away a second time. Or if you even want to. "And if it would make you uncomfortable we don't have to tell, it's not like anyone's around to see."
Blinking rapidly, you desperately try to hang on to your last shred of control, and manage to mutter something about not letting her force herself to do something for your sake, which only causes her to chuckle again, and lean in close. "Now you're just being foolish, although it is somewhat adorable. Do I seem like I'm forcing myself? I had a lot of time to think while you slept. Nothing but long hours alone with my thoughts, and I thought about all the time I missed with you from being at the temple, and this chasm I allowed to form between us." Bringing her other hand up, she gently forces you to meet her gaze. "I'm going to change that, and I don't particularly care how. As your mother, or as a woman, it doesn't matter as long as I'm with you, and after this trial is over I'm never letting you go again. Now come." With that, she pulls away and starts gently trying to lead you by the hand towards the bed.
<<if $abcd == 1>>**(A)**<<endif>>[[Let her|Kalene Sex 1f]]
<<if $abcd == 1>>**(B)**<<endif>>[[Stop her|Kalene 5f]]With one final massive effort of will, you manage to wrench your arm away from your mother, and you just have time to see her startled expression change to a look of confused hurt as you turn and rush for the door. Slamming it shut behind you, you lean back against the door and breathe deeply, trying to get your pounding heart under control as a dizzying blur of thoughts rage back and forth inside your head. Shaking your head to clear your mind, you push yourself off the door. Deciding the best course is to try and put your mind off of what just nearly happened, you continue with the trial.
[[Continue|Deep Ritual Corridor 1]]With one final massive effort of will, you manage to wrench your arm away from your mother, and you just have time to see her startled expression change to a look of confused hurt as you turn and rush for the door. Slamming it shut behind you, you lean back against the door and breathe deeply, trying to get your pounding heart under control as a dizzying blur of thoughts rage back and forth inside your head. Shaking your head to clear your mind, you push yourself off the door. Deciding the best course is to try and put your mind off of what just nearly happened, you continue with the trial.
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*/<<if $genF == false>>Feeling a thrill crawl up your spine as you decide, you recklessly plunge your <<DickDesc>> cock into Kalene's snatch and pull the web of threads ensnaring her tight once more, though not quite as hard as last time. The unexpected orgasm takes her by surprise, and she lets out a high-pitched squeal as her body jumps and shivers against you. Pounding away at your mother's depths, you continue holding the threads tight instead of releasing them, subjecting her to climax after climax with every thrust.
Biting her lip, Kalene manages to gather herself enough to moan out, "<<PName>>! Darling, this is, ah, too much! Ease up a little!" Grinning inwardly, you innocently tell her that feeling pleasure is the point of sex, and besides, didn't she just imply she could handle it? Groaning, your mother tries to reply, "I, AHH, well-"; but you lean down and cut her off by locking lips with her in a hungry kiss.
A small spray of love juices starts to kick up with every movement now, slicking both of you, your mother's pussy flooding from all the stimulation as she writhes in ecstasy beneath you. Greedily sucking on her lips and tongue, you reach out to the taut threads twined around her and envision your every touch as intoxicating, whittling away at her reason and awakening an endless hunger for more. Again, it's difficult to tell if it's working or not, but the fact that she's clinging tightly to you and pressing as much skin against yours as she can seems promising.
Intensifying your movements until your mother's orgasms blur into one continuous symphony of pleasure, you begin building up toward something new, something...bigger. The awkward position you're in has started to limit what you can accomplish, so with some difficulty, you pry her away from you, still fucking all the while, and push Kalene facedown against the table, mounting her from behind like a bitch in heat. Mouth freed thus, her mindless, guttural cries and groans do nothing to differentiate her from a beast, either.
The new arrangement of your bodies gives you much more control, and you exploit it ruthlessly, plunging into her deepest reaches with every savage thrust until you ram against her cervix. Kalene seems to have been driven beyond rational thought by this point, merely reacting, mindlessly seeking out more stimulation and contact as she arches against you. You can only imagine what anyone who knew you would feel if they witnessed such bestial coupling with your own mother, of all people, but at this stage, the thought merely sends another illicit thrill running through you.
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*/<<else>>Feeling a thrill crawl up your spine as you decide, you recklessly plunge your hand deep into Kalene's snatch and pull the web of threads ensnaring her tight once more, though not quite as hard as last time. The unexpected orgasm takes her by surprise, and she lets out a high-pitched squeal as her body jumps and shivers against you. Pounding away at your mother's depths, you continue holding the threads tight instead of releasing them, subjecting her to climax after climax with every insertion.
Biting her lip, Kalene manages to gather herself enough to moan out, "<<PName>>! Darling, this is, ah, too much! Ease up a little!" Grinning inwardly, you innocently tell her that feeling pleasure is the point of sex, and besides, didn't she just imply she could handle it? Groaning, your mother tries to reply, "I, AHH, well-"; but you lean down and cut her off by locking lips with her in a hungry kiss.
A small spray of love juices starts to kick up with every movement now, soaking both of you as her pussy starts flooding from all the stimulation as your mother writhes in ecstasy beneath you. Greedily sucking on her lips and tongue, you reach out to the taut threads twined around her and envision your touch as intoxicating, whittling away at her reason and awakening an endless hunger for more. Again, it's difficult to tell if it's working, but the fact that she's clinging tightly to you and pressing as much skin against yours as she can seems promising.
Intensifying your movements until your mother's orgasms blur into one continuous symphony of pleasure, you begin building up toward something new, something...bigger. The awkward position you're in has started to limit what you can accomplish, so with some difficulty, you pry her away from you, still fucking all the while, and push Kalene facedown against the table so so she's presenting her ass before you like a bitch in heat. Mouth freed thus, her mindless, guttural cries and groans do nothing to differentiate her from a beast, either.
The new arrangement of your bodies gives you much more control, and you exploit it ruthlessly, plunging into her deepest reaches with every savage thrust until you're practically ramming your entire hand into her. Kalene seems to have been driven beyond rational thought by this point, merely reacting, mindlessly seeking out more stimulation and contact as she arches against you. You can only imagine what anyone who knew you would feel if they witnessed such bestial coupling with your own mother, of all people, but at this stage, the thought merely sends another illicit thrill running through you.<</if>>
[[Next|Kalene Addiction 2]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>As the sounds of wet skin slapping against skin start to fill the room, you sense a tension build in Kalene, bit by bit, as you ravage her, both mentally and physically. In the interest of pushing her ever farther down into the depths of pleasure, you utilize your now free hands to start roughly massaging her breasts, tweaking the threads wrapped around them to increase their sensitivity to rival that of her drooling pussy. Your mother gasps at this unexpected stimulation, small sprays of white liquid escaping her nipples to splatter the low table.
You'd nearly forgotten you'd awoken her milkers to their primary function earlier, but anything that enhances the sensations bombarding her is good, so you switch from just massaging her tits to deliberately squeezing the milk from them in time with your thrusts. The thick white fluid gets everywhere, forming a puddle on the table below her and staining your hands and her breasts, but she's so far gone it doesn't even register to her. Gazing at the sight of your own mother reduced to such a state, you chuckle and remark that rather than a bitch in heat, she seems more like a rutting heifer.
The observation doesn't even register to her as you pound away at your mother's fleshy figure, your movements growing increasingly wild and powerful. You can sense she's careening towards a precipice, one which there is likely no returning from, and you prod, cajole and coax her towards it with every fiber of your being until she teeters on the very edge. Then, with one powerful thrust, you flood the taught strings woven throughout her with energy until they're thick ropes while simultaneously permitting yourself to finally ejaculate, injecting a torrent of seed directly into her womb.
A spectacular cry of inarticulate desire and ecstasy escapes her, body convulsing around and against you wildly as she loses all semblance of control under the crushing weight of raw pleasure. A powerful stream of clear fluid erupts from her pussy, and her breasts follow suit, copious sprays of milk fountaining from her pink teats as she writhes in bliss. Your mother's tongue hangs from her gaping mouth, and her eyes roll up in her head; crude grunts and howls spew forth from her as she falls farther and farther into the depths of lust.
You continue plowing her while ejaculating, savoring the sensations of her cervix greedily sucking at the tip of your cock every time they meet as her entire pussy constricts around you to try and keep you inside. The waterfall of fluid pouring out of her grows steadily more white and opaque as your seed starts to overflow the inadequate confines of your mother's snatch, nearly mirroring the streams of liquid emitting from her breasts now. You still don't let up, pushing her to greater and greater levels of sensation as her state of continuous orgasm reaches obscene heights until finally, inevitably, Kalene breaks under it, collapsing against the table, unmoving, her eyes entirely white.
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*/<<else>>As the sounds of wet skin slapping against skin start to fill the room, you sense a tension build in Kalene, bit by bit, as you ravage her, both mentally and physically. In the interest of pushing her ever farther down into the depths of pleasure, you utilize your free hand to start roughly massaging her breasts, tweaking the threads wrapped around them to increase their sensitivity to rival that of her drooling pussy. Your mother gasps at this unexpected stimulation, small sprays of white liquid escaping her nipples to splatter the low table.
You'd nearly forgotten you'd awoken her milkers to their primary function earlier, but anything that enhances the sensations bombarding her is good, so you switch from just massaging her tits to deliberately squeezing the milk from them in time with your thrusts. The thick white fluid gets everywhere, forming a puddle on the table below her and staining your hands and her breasts, but she's so far gone it doesn't even register to her. Looking at your own mother reduced to such a state, you chuckle and remark that rather than a bitch in heat, she seems more like a rutting heifer.
The observation doesn't even register to her as you pound away at your mother's fleshy figure, your movements growing increasingly wild and powerful. You can sense she's careening towards a precipice, one which there is likely no returning from, and you prod, cajole and coax her towards it with every fiber of your being until she teeters on the very edge. Then, with one powerful thrust, you flood the taught strings woven throughout her with energy until they're thick ropes while simultaneously permitting yourself to finally crest the waves of pleasure yourself, thighs quickly drenched by streams of sex juices.
A spectacular cry of inarticulate desire and ecstasy escapes Kalene, body convulsing around and against you wildly as she loses all semblance of control under the crushing weight of raw pleasure. A powerful stream of clear fluid erupts from her pussy, and her breasts follow suit, copious sprays of milk fountaining from her pink teats as she writhes in bliss. Your mother's tongue hangs from her gaping mouth, and her eyes roll up in her head; crude grunts and howls spew forth from her as she falls farther and farther into the depths of lust.
You continue plowing her while coming, savoring the sensations of her cunt greedily sucking at your hand as her entire pussy constricts around you to try and keep you inside. The waterfall of fluids pouring out of her grows steadily, both from her teats and her groin. You still don't let up, pushing her to greater and greater levels of sensation as her state of continuous orgasm reaches obscene heights until finally, inevitably, Kalene breaks under it, collapsing against the table, unmoving, her eyes entirely white.<</if>>
[[Next|Kalene Addiction 3]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>Not even breathing heavily, you pull your fluid-coated cock out of your mother and sit back, surveying the damage you've wrought. Opalescent semen flows freely down Kalene's thighs from her gaping lips, which continuously clench and relax, as if you're still fucking her. Some strands of hair have escaped the elaborate pile atop her head and cling wetly to the flushed skin of her sweat-soaked back as she pants and shivers, still in the lingering throes of her awe-inspiring orgasm.
Eventually, though, when her breathing steadies and her eyes drift back down to their normal position, but before the light of reason fully returns to them, you make your move leaning over her and running a finger gently over her engorged clit. Kalene sighs sweetly at the stimulation, and in a low tone, you ask if she's ever felt pleasure even close to that before, to which she responds with a dull, "No." Then you ask your mother if she wants more, and this time she answers "Yes" with a tinge of desire, and next you inquire if she thinks anyone else can give it to her, which gets another "No" after a tiny hesitation.
Grinning, you state that that means she's your woman now without a hint of a question in your voice, but your mother still answers anyway with a languid "Y-yesss" while a blush creeps over her cheeks. Patting her head affectionately, like you would a dog's, you tell her that such an obedient girl deserves a reward, tweaking her clit as you line up behind her. Your glistening dick is still fully erect, and Kalene's pussy could not possibly be more lubricated than it already is, so you shove yourself back inside without hesitation and start vigorously pounding her once more.
An erotic yelp escapes Kalene as you enter her, and it seems like her mind-blowing experience has left her even more sensitive than before. In no time, she's moaning and shuddering beneath you again, the walls of her vagina clamping around you hungrily, albeit with less energy than previously. Still grinning to yourself, it's clear there's no way she'll be able to go back to regular sex after this; even if she does have second thoughts once everything's over, she'll have to come to you to satisfy her needs.
Sometime later, your mother is lying in a puddle of sweat and sexual fluids, completely comatose, as you pull your clothes back on. It would take far too long to wait for her to come to bid her farewell, and it would be pointless anyway, so you get ready to leave. Walking out with a spring in your step, you feel confident your home life will be significantly more interesting after this.
<<set $Mdiv to true>>\
<<set $Mcp to true>>\
<<modfat -100>>
<<modlus -100>>
<<moddiv 2>>\
<<modlew 10>>
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*/<<else>>Not even breathing heavily, you pull your fluid-coated hand out of your mother and sit back, surveying the damage you've wrought. Glistening honey flows freely down Kalene's thighs from her gaping lips, which continue to clench and relax as if you're still fucking her. Some strands of hair have escaped the elaborate pile atop her head and cling wetly to the flushed skin of her sweat-soaked back as she pants and shivers, still in the lingering throes of her awe-inspiring orgasm.
Eventually, though, when her breathing steadies and her eyes drift back down to their normal position, but before the light of reason fully returns to them, you make your move leaning over her and running a finger gently over her engorged clit. Kalene sighs sweetly at the stimulation, and in a low tone, you ask if she's ever felt pleasure even close to that before, to which she responds with a dull, "No." Then you ask your mother if she wants more, and this time she answers, "Yes" with a tinge of desire, and next you inquire if she thinks anyone else can give it to her, which gets another "No" after a tiny hesitation.
Grinning, you state that that means she's your woman now without a hint of a question in your voice, but your mother still answers anyway with a languid "Y-yesss" while a blush creeps over her cheeks. Patting her head affectionately, like you would a dog's, you tell her that such an obedient girl deserves a reward, tweaking her clit as you line up behind her. You flex your glistening hand, and since Kalene's pussy could not possibly be more lubricated than it already is, so you shove yourself back inside without hesitation and start vigorously pounding her once more.
An erotic yelp escapes Kalene as you enter her, and it seems like her mind-blowing experience has left her even more sensitive than before. In no time, she's moaning and shuddering beneath you again, the walls of her vagina clamping around you hungrily, albeit with less energy than previously. Still grinning to yourself, it's clear there's no way she'll be able to go back to regular sex after this; even if she does have second thoughts once everything's over, she'll have to come to you to satisfy her needs.
Sometime later, your mother is lying in a puddle of sweat and sexual fluids, completely comatose, as you pull your clothes back on. It would take far too long to wait for her to come to bid her farewell, and it would be pointless anyway, so you get ready to leave. Walking out with a sway of your hips, you feel confident your home life will be significantly more interesting after this.
<<set $Mdiv to true>>\
<<set $Mcp to true>>\
<<modfat -100>>
<<modlus -100>>
<<moddiv 2>>\
<<modlew 10>><</if>>
[[Continue|North Corridor]]Embracing the flow of warmth running through you, you gently slide an arm under Kalene's and twist around, rising up on one knee and supporting her back with your other arm as you tilt her down in a deep, ardent kiss. Anticipating this development, or perhaps merely hoping for it, she immediately melts against you, mouth opening wide in welcome as one hand slides up the back of your neck and into your <<HLDesc>> hair. Despite the intensity of the sensations coursing through you at this moment, your mind feels oddly calm, like you're above the currents instead of being swept away by them.
All this time you've just been acting on instinct, assuming everything going on was out of your control, and all you could do was pull other people in to drown with you, but what if all of it, or at least most of it, was you, your heritage finally peeking through? If it's you, that means you can control it, right? Dipping a single finger in the current, you imagine your hair feeling softer than the down of a newborn chick, and your skin feeling as smooth and luxurious as imported silk, marveling as delicate tendrils of warmth float out to every point where your mother is touching you.
It's difficult to tell if it worked, however, since you've never attempted anything this subtle and specific, but you think you can feel your mother react slightly, twisting her fingers through your hair and pressing up against you slightly more. Emboldened, you try out more things as you deepen the kiss and twine your tongue around hers, picturing anything you can think of to enhance Kalene's perceptions without just drowning her in raw pleasure. There's no dramatic indicator of your efforts like previous encounters, but you can feel her skin flush hot and her heart start to pound against you.
Pleased, you decide to push forward, slowly and deliberately undoing the clasps holding her clothes together until, with a small tilt, they slide right off her. This, of course, gives you far more sensation to work with, and work it you do, running a hand over her body, in slow, delicate patterns, barely touching her but leaving delight and promises of more everywhere it goes. Honestly, you might be a bit //too// good at this, as you can feel her growing impatient against you already.
You keep it up for a while longer anyway, she's certainly teased you plenty, so there's no reason you shouldn't do the same. Just when you feel like she might try something yourself though, you suddenly let her slide down to the floor, breaking the kiss, and lean in to gently bite her shoulder. She lets out a startled, but not unpleased, cry of surprise, that quickly turns into a moan as you drag your mouth downwards to her breast to start suckling her teat vigorously.
[[Next|Kalene Awakening 2]]/*\
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*/<<if $genF == false>>As you work the nub of Kalene's nipple, rolling it between your lips and tongue, you also start caressing her lower lips more firmly with your hand, putting some pressure into it now as you focus more on her erogenous zones, stirring them up with nimble fingers. The effect is immediate, her hips reflexively bucking upwards as she cries out from a light orgasm and wraps her arms and legs tightly around you. Your mother's breathing has grown high and sweet as she murmurs, "I guess you really are your father's son, you've already started figuring out how to work your gifts so very...//elegantly//."
Grinning into her breast, you silently tell yourself that she hasn't felt anything yet, and start spinning out more golden threads to work their way into her abundant cleavage. A small surprise awaits you, however, as you feel the threads awaken...something, almost like a faint echo from inside Kalene, perhaps. Whatever it is, it quickly wells up from inside your mother and swallows the golden threads you've put out, rising until it seems like it might burst out.
And something does indeed burst out from her chest, your eyes widening in surprise as you feel a sweet, thick liquid spill into your mouth from her teat. Your mother lets out a satisfied 'Ohhh', and then giggles, explaining, "Yes, it really doesn't take much to get them producing again, even after this long. One of the side effects of being a priestess of a fertility god, I imagine." Swallowing the warm, sweet milk, you feel a brief pang of jealousy for your younger self, who didn't appreciate just how good he had it.
Kalene's now making contented noises amidst the moans of pleasure, running her hands through your <<HLDesc>> hair as she cradles you against her breast affectionately. While it's very tempting to go with the flow and continue like this, you've got bigger plans, so with a flourish, you pull your healthy erection from its confines to swing free in the air. Resisting the urge to just stick it in your mother's already sopping wet cunt, inviting as it may be, you instead carefully trace it up her inner thigh, picturing it feeling molten hot and thick as an arm as you channel more strings of warm pleasure through it.
You're gratified to feel your mother shiver and suck in a breath as your dick makes its way toward her slit, though once it arrives, you content yourself with slowly rubbing the shaft along her lips and clit. If it were you, you'd probably be going mad with all this teasing, but Kalene seems to genuinely enjoy all the build-up, gyrating her hips slightly as you grind yourself against her crotch. You hold out as long as you can, weaving as many golden threads as possible around her before finally plunging your <<DickDesc>> cock into her folds and pulling your strings tight at the same time, groaning in relief.
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*/<<else>>As you work the nub of Kalene's nipple, rolling it between your lips and tongue, you also start caressing her lower lips more firmly with your hand, putting some pressure into it now as you focus more on her erogenous zones, stirring them up with nimble fingers. The effect is immediate, her hips reflexively bucking upwards as she cries out from a light orgasm and wraps her arms and legs around you tightly. Your mother's breathing has grown high and sweet as she murmurs, "I guess you really are your father's child, you've already started figuring out how to work your gifts so very...//elegantly//."
Grinning into her breast, you silently tell yourself that she hasn't felt anything yet, and start spinning out more golden threads to work their way into her abundant cleavage. A small surprise awaits you, however, as you feel the threads awaken...something, almost like a faint echo from inside Kalene, perhaps. Whatever it is, it quickly wells up from inside your mother and swallows the golden threads you put out, rising until it seems like it might burst out.
And something does indeed burst out from her chest, your eyes widening in surprise as you feel a sweet, thick liquid spill into your mouth from her teat. Your mother lets out a satisfied 'Ohhh', and then giggles, explaining, "Yes, it really doesn't take much to get them producing again, even after this long. One of the side effects of being a priestess of a fertility god, I imagine." Swallowing the warm, sweet milk, you feel a brief pang of jealousy for your younger self, who didn't appreciate just how good he had it.
Kalene's now making contented noises amidst the moans of pleasure, running her hands through your <<HLDesc>> hair as she cradles you against her breast affectionately. While it's very tempting to go with the flow and continue like this, you've got bigger plans, so with a flourish, you pull your hand from her lower lips and place it on her leg. Ignoring your mother's disappointed groan, you carefully trace your fingers up her thigh, picturing them trailing jolts of voltaic energy as you channel more strings of warm pleasure through them.
You're gratified to feel your mother shiver and suck in a breath as you make your way back towards her slit, though once you arrive, you content yourself with slowly rubbing her lips and clit once more. If it were you, you'd probably be going mad with all this teasing, but Kalene seems to genuinely enjoy all the build-up, gyrating her hips slightly as you delicately brush against her crotch. You play with her a while longer, weaving as many golden threads as possible around her before finally plunging your hand into her folds and pulling your strings tight at the same time.<</if>>
[[Next|Kalene Awakening 3]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>Your mother explosively orgasms as you enter her, her face contorting into an almost comically exaggerated 'O' with her tongue lolling out and emitting a throaty shriek as her body clenches and shudders around you. You'd gotten used to some pretty extreme results previously when, in your fumbling, you'd just flooded someone with everything you had, but that pales in comparison to this reaction. To the point that it worries you a little, so you finally release her nipple and pause to give Kalene a minute to recover.
Looking at her eyes that have rolled up so far you can barely see the edge of her pupils and considering whether you may have overdone things a tad, you find yourself wondering how someone who wasn't as experienced as your mother would have reacted; it's hard to think of pleasure as dangerous, but perhaps that's naive. Your thoughts are interrupted when Kalene finally seems to calm down and lets out a breathy, "Goooooods above." Taking a deep breath, her eyes focus on yours as she murmurs, "Not even Lysandrim made me feel pleasure that intense. Which is probably for the best; if I'd been hit with //that// when I was just a girl, I might not have ever felt satisfied with normal lovers again."
With a dry chuckle, Kalene's hands release their death grip on your clothes and slide up to loop playfully around your neck as she airily chides, "But as your mother, I must suggest you not do that too often, at least to mortal girls, unless you want to break their mind and leave them hopelessly addicted to you." With a smile, you impishly respond that you wouldn't mind having her addicted to you. Rolling her eyes, your mother nevertheless purrs, "If that's all you want, you don't need to try nearly that hard..."
Taking that as a cue, you finally start to move, taking it easy for now as you slide in and out of her drooling snatch. The sensation is exquisite, like you can feel every individual bump, crease, and fold of Kalene's pussy in perfect detail, all at once through the threads running through your cock. Gasping sweetly with every breath, your mother spreads her thighs wide and skillfully works her waist in sync with you, her insides practically massaging your dick as they pull it in deeper.
Thoroughly enjoying immersing yourself in your mother, you find your thoughts drifting back to the remark about her getting addicted to you and pondering it. You could actually do that now, you think, but...is that really what you want, to turn her into a sex-addicted nympho who worships your cock? Or would you rather continue deepening your relationship into something more than that of a mother and son?
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*/<<else>>Your mother explosively orgasms as you enter her, her face contorting into an almost comically exaggerated 'O' with her tongue lolling out and emitting a throaty shriek as her body clenches and shudders around you. You'd gotten used to some pretty extreme results previously when, in your fumbling, you'd just flooded someone with everything you had, but that pales in comparison to this reaction. To the point that it worries you a little, so you finally release her nipple and pause to give Kalene a minute to recover.
Looking at her eyes that have rolled up so far you can barely see the edge of her pupils and considering whether you may have overdone things a tad, you find yourself wondering how someone who wasn't as experienced as your mother would have reacted; it's hard to think of pleasure as dangerous, but perhaps that's naive. Your thoughts are interrupted when Kalene finally seems to calm down and lets out a breathy, "Goooooods above." Taking a deep breath, her eyes focus on yours as she murmurs, "Not even Lysandrim made me feel pleasure that intense. Which is probably for the best; if I'd been hit with //that// when I was just a girl, I might not have ever felt satisfied with normal lovers again."
With a dry chuckle, Kalene's hands release their death grip on your clothes and slide up to loop playfully around your neck as she airily chides, "But as your mother, I must suggest you not do that too often, at least to mortals, unless you want to break their mind and leave them hopelessly addicted to you." With a smile, you respond impishly that you wouldn't mind having her addicted to you. Rolling her eyes, your mother nevertheless purrs, "If that's all you want, you don't need to try nearly that hard..."
Taking that as a cue, you finally start to move, taking it easy for now as you slide in and out of her drooling snatch. The sensation is exquisite, like you can feel every individual bump, crease, and fold of Kalene's pussy in perfect detail, all at once through the threads running through your fingers. Gasping sweetly with every breath, your mother spreads her thighs wide and skillfully works her waist in sync with you, her insides practically massaging you as they welcome you deeper.
Thoroughly enjoying immersing yourself in your mother, you find your thoughts drifting back to the remark about her getting addicted to you and pondering it. You could actually do that now, you think, but...is that really what you want, to turn her into a sex-addicted nympho who worships you? Or would you rather deepen your relationship into something more than that of a mother and child?<</if>>
[[Break her|Kalene Addiction 1]]
[[Court her|Kalene Romance 1]]You're sorely tempted this time, perhaps even more so than before, but with a shake of your head, you stand up, being careful to slide your mother off of you gently, at least. You really should get this mess of a trial over with, so, with a slight inward sigh of disappointment, you bid your farewells to Kalene and get ready to leave. It's best not to get too tangled up in things right now when you're unsure how much of what's going on is your true feelings, Lysandrim's meddling, or your revealed heritage poking through. Besides, she is still your own mother, though, oddly, you have to make an effort to drudge up even a modicum of reluctance at this point, which should probably be concerning.
Giving your mother a quick peck on the cheek as a final farewell, you try to make a break for the door before you can change your mind, but Kalene catches your arm and presses something into your hand with a sad smile. Opening your hand, you see a familiar small golden key, but with a circular handle. You thank her somewhat awkwardly, and turn to go once more; just as you're stepping from the room you just barely hear your mother murmur what sounds like a quiet "Good luck" from behind you.
[[Continue|North Corridor]]Desire trumps caution as you wrap your hands around her waist, black fire coursing through you as you deadlift the vixen into the air and then drop you both onto the table with a slam. A throaty laugh escapes Veh just before your mouth engulfs hers, hungrily devouring her full lips as you press down atop her soft body. The intensity of the sensations coursing through you constantly threatens to overwhelm you if you don't fight for dominance.
All this time, you've been reacting on instinct, assuming everything going on was out of your control, and all you could do was push other people in to drown with you, but what if all of it was your heritage finally peeking through? That means you control it. Thrusting an arm out into the torrent, you picture yourself grabbing some of the dark flame and twisting it around your mother until it forms a chain of lust and hunger digging into her flesh.
Veh groans with need against you, prying herself away just long enough to purr, "You are a fast learner, mmm, next, you should try coating this whole body with a very thin layer; it'll make every touch burn a little. It might put some off at first, but before long they'll start to crave it." Emboldened, you try that out as you deepen the kiss, forcing your tongue down her throat, picturing a thin oil-slick of shadowy flame coating her from head to toe. There's no dramatic reaction this time, but you can feel her skin burn hot and press against you.
Gratified, you move onward, pulling her clothes out of the way; you'd have ripped them off, but you'd have to stop for a few moments, and you lack the patience. That gives you a lot more to play with, hands roving over her, squeezing her tits and ass roughly as you toy with her. Normally you'd expect a squeal or at least a moan, but Veh takes it in stride, clearly enjoying every second of harsh treatment you inflict and encouraging you to take it farther, guiding your hands to her nipples and clit.
You keep it up for a while despite your growing impatience; Veh teased you plenty, so she deserves nothing less. Eventually, though, you can endure no longer; besides, the masochistic slut seems perfectly okay with it, no matter how rough you get. Grabbing her legs, you lift them up and press them back down until her shins are practically touching her shoulders, totally exposing her drooling snatch in full view.
[[Next|Kalene Breaking 2]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>Your raging erection springs free at the sight, throbbing heavily as you line up its <<DickDesc>> girth with your mother's mound. Her lower lips tremble in anticipation at the first touch, glistening petals fluttering open invitingly as if to entice your scorching hot shaft inside. You require no such prompting, driving yourself into her drenched cunt with full force, putting all your weight behind it as you plunge into her deepest depths.
Veh groans with satisfaction, which is not quite the reaction you were hoping to evoke but perhaps unavoidable, given who your partner is; nevertheless, you proceed with vigorously pounding her using the excellent leverage this position provides. Sliding in and out of her slick slit, you feel the vixen's walls wrap around you and actually draw you in, massaging the whole length of your shaft almost as dexterously as a set of fingers. Taken by surprise, you already feel a climax stirring and have to force yourself to suppress it.
Gritting your teeth, you refuse to be outdone by...whatever Veh actually is; she only gave you her name and said she fucked your sire regularly. Come to think of it, she dodged the question about who he was as well, but this is hardly the time for pondering. Hammering away at her, you struggle to think of a way to humble someone with this level of experience, but you doubt you can do anything she hasn't seen before unless you can //make// her submit herself.
In your mind, you forge a new chain of black fire, thinner and hopefully more subtle than the last, made not of screaming lust but whispers of submission and surrender instead. Wrapping it around and around until it covers her from head to toe, you pull it tight and wait, keeping up the brutal pace of thrusts all the while. Rather than being taught a lesson, the harlot throatily purrs, "I almost feel sorry for mommy; the poor thing will be wet clay in your hands once you get your claws in her. Well, I guess you've already got them in her, technically, along with your cock, she's just unaware for now."
Frustrated, you settle for taking it out on your mother's body, slamming all your weight down onto her with every movement, determined to make her feel sore for the next week after this. Veh just gives off pleased moans and sighs, though, which gradually grow louder and louder until she gasps, "Almost there, now. I'll take my leave just as she orgasms, and then it'll be all you. Have fun. Maybe next time we'll meet in the flesh..." A few more seconds pass, and then she cries out passionately, which transforms into a startled moan of surprise partway through; now, the question is, how should you play this?
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*/<<else>>Your lithe body tightens at the sight, throbbing as you line up your fist with your mother's mound. Her lower lips tremble in anticipation at the first touch, glistening petals fluttering open invitingly as if to entice your hand inside. You require no such prompting, driving your fist into her drenched cunt with full force, putting all your weight behind it as you plunge into her deepest depths.
Veh groans with satisfaction, which is not quite the reaction you were hoping to evoke, but perhaps unavoidable given who your partner is; nevertheless you proceed with vigorously pounding her using the excellent leverage this position provides. Sliding in and out of her slick slit, you feel the vixen's walls wrap around you and actually draw you in, massaging the length of your arm almost as dexterously as a set of fingers. Distracted by wondering how she's doing that, you're taken by surprise when something creeps up under your clothing to squirm against your lower lips.
Gritting your teeth, you refuse to be outdone by...whatever Veh actually is; she really only gave you her name and said she fucked your sire regularly. Come to think of it, she dodged the question about who he was as well, but this is hardly the moment for pondering. Hammering away at her, you struggle to think of a way to humble someone with this level of experience, but you doubt you can do anything she hasn't seen before unless you can //make// her submit herself.
In your mind, you forge a new chain of black fire, thinner and hopefully more subtle than the last, made not of screaming lust but whispers of submission and surrender instead. Wrapping it around and around until she's covered from head to toe, you pull it tight and wait, keeping up the brutal pace of thrusts all the while. Rather than being taught a lesson, the harlot laughs and throatily purrs, "I almost feel sorry for mommy; the poor thing will be wet clay in your hands once you get your claws in her. Well, I guess you've already got one in her; she's merely unaware for now."
Frustrated, you settle for taking it out on your mother's body, slamming all your weight down onto her with every movement, determined to make her feel sore for the next week after this. Veh, of course, just gives off pleased moans and sighs, which eventually start to grow louder and louder until she gasps, "Almost there, now, I'll take my leave just as she orgasms, and then it'll be all you. Have fun. Maybe next time we'll meet in the flesh..." A few more seconds pass, and then she cries out passionately, which transforms into a startled moan of surprise partway through; now, the question is, how should you play this?<</if>>
[[Break her|Kalene Breaking 3]]
[[Collar her|Kalene Taming 1]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>From the shouts and cries, your mother's reemergence has come as a complete surprise, seemingly unaware of everything that transpired while she was indisposed. Which is probably for the best, considering, but you need to come up with some explanation for her. Thinking quickly, you decide to just pretend everything's normal, rolling your eyes and grunting in amusement as you question how she could have possibly come so hard she forgot what was going on, especially when you're just getting started.
Kalene blinks at you with clouded eyes, obviously having trouble thinking clearly under the torrential flood of sensations as you continue to pound her while the invisible chains of dark flame dig into her defenseless flesh. In no time at all, she's howling in pleasure with every movement, powerless to do anything anything from such a vulnerable position, even if she wanted to. Which she doesn't; after what you've seen, her true nature as a slut who hides behind her position is readily apparent.
Just look at how easily she accepts fucking her own son, despite having no memory of how it started, moaning and writhing around your turgid rod like some base harlot. You'll have to break her of that if she's going to be your woman, can't have her running around fucking anything in sight; unless it suits your purposes, of course. The easiest way to accomplish this would be to make it so she is only satisfied with you.
With that in mind, you take the three layers of dark fire wrapped around your mother and twist them all together, the ravening lust, the compulsion to submit to you, the burning touch, until they're one lump of blackness and then //press// it into her. The result is hard to gauge, given that she is already howling in pleasure from your cock plunging in and out of her pussy, so with a shrug, you focus on continuing to fuck her brains out. Your timing seems good, Kalene's eyes have regained some clarity as she adjusts to the situation she was thrown into.
Well, you can't have that, so you take the only reasonable course of action and ram your dick deeper into her, all the way down, until it hits her cervix, and a gasp escapes her. This position limits your options almost as much as hers, but you try every trick you can think of, gyrating your hips, varying your pace, and a few more strategic applications of black flame. It doesn't take long for your mother's cries to take on that familiar sweet tone as another orgasm overtakes her.
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Female Version
*/<<else>>From the shouts and cries, your mother's reemergence has come as a complete surprise, seemingly unaware of everything that transpired while she was indisposed. Which is probably for the best, considering, but leaves you to come up with some explanation for her. Thinking quickly, you decide to just pretend everything's normal, rolling your eyes and grunting in amusement as you question how she could have possibly come so hard she forgot what was going on, especially when you're just getting started.
Kalene blinks at you with clouded eyes, obviously having trouble thinking clearly under the torrential flood of sensations as you continue to pound her while the invisible chains of dark flame dig into her defenseless flesh. In no time at all, she's howling in pleasure with every movement, powerless to do anything anything from such a vulnerable position, even if she wanted to. Which she doesn't; after what you've seen, her true nature as a slut who hides behind her position is readily apparent.
Just look at how easily she accepts fucking her own child, despite having no memory of how it started, moaning and writhing around the trunk of your wrist like some base harlot. You'll have to break her of that if she's going to be your woman, can't have her running around fucking anything that moves; unless it suits your purposes, of course. The easiest way to accomplish this would be to make it so she is only satisfied with you.
With that in mind, you take the three layers of dark fire wrapped around your mother and twist them all together, the ravening lust, the compulsion to submit to you, the burning touch, until they're one lump of blackness and then //press// it into her. The result is hard to gauge, given that she is already howling in pleasure from your fist plunging in and out of her pussy, so with a shrug, you focus on continuing to fuck her brains out. Your timing seems good; Kalene's eyes have started to regain some clarity as she adjusts to the situation.
Well, you can't have that, so you take the only reasonable course of action and ram your arm deeper into her, all the way down until it hits her cervix, and a gasp escapes her. This position limits your options almost as much as hers, but you try every trick you can think of, gyrating, varying your pace, and a few more strategic applications of black flame. It doesn't take long for your mother's cries to take on that familiar sweet tone as another orgasm overtakes her.<</if>>
[[Next|Kalene Breaking 4]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>With a guttural growl, you begin berating your mother, pointing out how easily she spread her legs for some inhuman shadowy being and how her first response to her son being hurt was to shamelessly seduce him. She tries to respond weakly through the fog of sex, but you talk right over her, punctuating every word with another thrust deep into her genitals. Kalene is having trouble staying coherent, her voice devolving into a series of lewd moans and cries as she falls farther and farther into the quagmire of pleasure.
<<if visited("Kalene Corruption 1") or visited("Kalene Corruption 1f")>>She may already be your woman<<else>>She's practically your woman already<</if>>, but before you're done here she'll be your personal cumdump. Pressing your mother's legs deeper into her shoulders, you lean in and not-so-gently bite her earlobe and neck, working your way down the side to the base, leaving a trail of red marks as a tinge of pain colors her cries. Bombarded from every side, any semblance of composure or rational thought has fled Kalene; she's basically become a puddle of quivering flesh beneath you.
Slamming into her with wild abandon, you channel every bit of pleasure and stimulation you can muster into the core of dark fire you buried in her. The sounds of your violent coupling would fill the room if they weren't being drowned out by Kalene's increasingly lewd moans as deep channels of ecstasy carve their way into her brain. Your bestial mating seems to be reaching another crescendo, your mother's voice reaching higher and higher as you push her beyond any ordinary limits of pleasure and into a vast black sea of raw sensation.
Kalene has to take deep gasping breaths now to sustain her uncontrolled cries, tongue lolling out like a bitch in heat, and her voice is almost comically breathy and high-pitched now. No one looking at her would imagine they were witnessing the high priestess of a god's primary temple instead of some wanton harlot who'd fallen as far as one could and still consider themself human. Looking into her eyes, they might start to doubt she still held onto the smallest piece of her humanity, so clouded with pleasure are hers they don't betray even the faintest glimmer of intelligence anymore.
Your mother's climax comes upon her suddenly and has every outward appearance of being mind-shattering; her face locked in a ludicrous expression of surprise, tongue sticking straight out as a hoarse, unintelligible scream escapes her. Her body quivers against you under the deluge of pleasure, eyes flickering upwards rapidly as her cunt spurts out sprays of clear fluid while you continue relentlessly pounding her. The walls of her flesh pot cling and wrap around you instinctively as you slide in and out, trying to coax your seed forth to fill it, but you continue holding yourself back, for now.
/*
Female Version
*/<<else>>With a guttural growl, you begin berating your mother, pointing out how easily she spread her legs for some inhuman shadowy being, and her first response to her son being hurt was to shamelessly seduce them. She tries to respond weakly through the fog of sex, but you talk right over her, punctuating every word with another thrust deep into her genitals. Kalene is having trouble staying coherent, her voice devolving into a series of lewd moans and cries as she falls farther and farther into the quagmire of pleasure.
<<if visited("Kalene Corruption 1") or visited("Kalene Corruption 1f")>>She may already be your woman<<else>>She's practically your woman already<</if>>, but before you're done here she'll be your personal cumdump. Pressing your mother's legs deeper into her shoulders, you lean in and not-so-gently bite her earlobe and neck, working your way down the side to the base, leaving a trail of red marks as a tinge of pain colors her cries. Bombarded from every side, any semblance of composure or rational thought has fled Kalene; she's basically become a puddle of quivering flesh beneath you.
Slamming into her with wild abandon, you channel every bit of pleasure and stimulation you can muster into the core of dark fire you buried in her. The sounds of your violent coupling would fill the room if they weren't being drowned out by Kalene's increasingly orgasmic moans as deep channels of ecstasy carve their way into her brain. Your bestial mating seems to be reaching another crescendo, your mother's voice reaching higher and higher as you push her beyond any ordinary limits of pleasure and into a vast black sea of raw sensation.
Kalene has to take deep gasping breaths now to sustain her uncontrolled cries, tongue lolling out like a bitch in heat, and her voice is almost comically breathy and high-pitched now. No one looking at her would imagine they were witnessing the high priestess of a god's primary temple instead of some wanton harlot who'd fallen as far as one could and still consider themself human. Looking into her eyes, they might start to doubt she still held onto the smallest piece of her humanity, hers being so clouded with pleasure they no longer betray even the faintest glimmer of intelligence.
Your mother's climax comes upon her suddenly and has every outward appearance of being mind-shattering; her face locked in a ludicrous expression of surprise, tongue sticking straight out as a hoarse, unintelligible scream escapes her. Her body quivers against you under the deluge of pleasure, eyes flicking upwards rapidly as her cunt spurts out sprays of clear fluid while you continue relentlessly pounding her. The walls of her flesh pot cling and wrap around you instinctively as you slide in and out, trying to coax your non-existent seed forth to fill it.<</if>>
[[Next|Kalene Breaking 5]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>Continuing your rampage unabated, you despoil every inch of your mother's insides, churning her sloppy hole into a frothing mess. You don't neglect the outside either, though, releasing one of her legs and pinching, stroking, licking, and biting whatever you can reach. The increased and continuous stimulation seems to have trapped Kalene in the throes of her orgasm; instead of coming down, she's stuck in an endless loop of agonizing pleasure.
The feeling of power running through you is addictive, the sense that you can do anything as you nudge, push, and cajole your whorish mother to further depths of obscenity on the end of your cock. A tiny part of you is almost scared by how easy it's all coming to you as well, but you pay it little mind as you continue to savor the unparalleled sensations of pleasure and dominance. Slamming in and out of her gaping slit, it's hard to imagine that the mindless sow beneath you is looked up to by your entire community, as her groaning cries grow ever wilder.
Shivers run up and down your spine, as you sense the dark mass you implanted in her pulse and grow with every fresh wave of shadow and bliss that you push through her, their echos returning home to give you a taste as well. Something within you shifts impatiently, eager to be free. You've been suppressing it so far, but your own release has been bubbling deep down, and you decide to finally ease off of it, raw pleasure surging through you as the pressure starts to build.
Energized, you start to move your body in a frenzy, stoking the flames inside you as your movements grow wild and uncontrolled, slamming into Kalene with little regard, though she's far beyond all caring at this point. Pistoning into her soft flesh, you can //feel// your dick and balls swelling up noticeably as your body prepares for what's to come. Pausing for a single moment, you commit to one final, gargantuan thrust, plowing all the way to your mother's core before allowing your climax to surge through you in an explosion of raw ecstasy.
You'd thought your mother had already hit the limit of what she could express as the pleasure fried her sense, but, from somewhere, she dredges up the energy for a high-pitched squeal as your cock explodes inside her, sending a torrent of greyish seed directly into her thirsty womb, her cervix desperately trying to open far enough to suck every drop up. The feeling of release is so intense you even let out an unconscious groan yourself, though it's almost entirely drowned out by Kalene's sharp cries. Wave after wave of scalding hot semen escapes you as you rhythmically grind against her, putting all your feelings and desires into animalistically breeding your own mother, the stimulation coaxing the lump of shadows inside her to bloom into a lush, virulent flower spreading its petals through every inch of her being.
/*
Female Version
*/<<else>>Continuing your rampage unabated, you despoil every inch of your mother's insides, churning her sloppy hole into a frothing mess. You don't neglect the outside either, though, releasing one of her legs and pinching, stroking, licking, and biting whatever you can reach. The increased and continuous stimulation seems to have trapped Kalene in the throes of her orgasm; instead of coming down, she's stuck in an endless loop of agonizing pleasure.
The feeling of power running through you is addictive, the sense that you can do anything as you nudge, push, and cajole your whorish mother to further depths of obscenity on the end of your cock. A tiny part of you is almost scared by how easy it's all coming to you as well, but you pay it little mind as you continue to savor the unparalleled sensations of pleasure and dominance. Slamming in and out of her gaping slit, it's hard to imagine that the mindless sow beneath you is looked up to by your entire community, as her groaning cries grow ever wilder.
Shivers run up and down your spine, as you sense the dark mass you implanted in her pulse and grow with every fresh wave of shadow and bliss that you push through her, their echos returning home to give you a taste as well. Something within you shifts impatiently, eager to be free. You've been suppressing it so far, but your own release has been bubbling deep down, and you decide to finally ease off of it, raw pleasure surging through you as the pressure starts to build.
Energized, you start to move your body in a frenzy, stoking the flames inside you as your movements grow wild and uncontrolled, slamming into Kalene with little regard, though she's far beyond all caring at this point. Pistoning into her soft flesh, you can feel your own slit start to drool noticeably despite the complete lack of physical stimulation to it as your body prepares for what's to come. Pausing for a single moment, you commit to one final, gargantuan thrust, plowing all the way to your mother's core before allowing your climax to surge through you in an explosion of raw ecstasy.
You'd thought your mother had already hit the limit of what she could express as the pleasure fried her sense, but from somewhere she dredges up the energy for a high-pitched squeal as your fist bruises her cervix, squashing her womb up against her other organs. The feeling of release is so intense you let out an unconscious groan yourself, though it's almost drowned out by Kalene's sharp cries. Putting all your feelings and desires into her, wave after wave of scalding hot black lava courses through you as you rhythmically grind against her, the stimulation coaxing the lump of shadows inside her to bloom into a lush, virulent flower spreading its petals through every inch of her being.<</if>>
[[Next|Kalene Breaking 6]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>The amount of seed you're dumping into Kalene quickly overwhelms her capacity to hold it, the excess bubbling up through her pussy until thick greyish cum dribbles out from around your cock with every shuddering movement of your intertwined bodies. Sometime later, with a growing puddle of fluids staining the table, you release your grip on her leg and pull out with a wet squelch, satiated but not drained, as you sit back down with a satisfied sigh. No longer held back by your turgid rod, a flood of seed flows freely from her gaping lips, quickly expanding the pool spreading across the table until drops start to trickle off the edge onto the floor.
After admiring the carnage for a bit, you shift over to Kalene's side and place a hand on her torso, feeling the heat radiating from her damp skin, and also, just below the surface, that black blossom swaying gently in the lingering currents of pleasure and passion, roots slowly digging deeper and deeper. Emboldened, you lean forward and murmur in her ear, telling her that if she wants to ever to feel even a fraction of what she just felt again, she needs to prove she deserves it. For a few moments, there's no reaction, but eventually she stirs, laboriously sliding off the table to crumple in a boneless heap before you.
For a second, something dark flickers in her eyes, then she presses her forehead against the carpet and, in a low monotone recites, "I submit my whole being to you. My body and mind are yours; do with them as you please." Looking up at you dully, she pulls herself over to you and sprawls across your lap, licking and sucking the mess from your body. In between mouthfuls, she pleads. "Just let me feel, mmph, like this, sluuurp, even more..."
It would seem you've succeeded in dominating Kalene to the point you doubt she could stand to be without you. You allow her to devour what's left of the bodily fluids coating your lower body, her tongue eliciting a pleasant tingle from your rapidly softening cock. It's tempting to allow your passion to rise for a second round, but there will be plenty of time for that later; besides, you're not sure her sanity could stand more, given the blank look in her eyes.
Once your body's clean, you push her away and stand, stretching luxuriantly and working your pleasantly fatigued muscles. Kalene looks disappointed, so you give her a pat on the head like you would a dog, and to your amusement, she actually looks gratified. Arranging your clothing, you step away and start heading for the door with a buoyant gait, confident that the future is going to get even more //interesting// now.
/*
Female Version
*/<<else>>The tides of burning heat cycle through the two of you, amplified pleasure scorching you to your very cores with every shuddering movement of your intertwined bodies. Sometime later, with a growing puddle of fluids staining the table, you release your grip on her leg and pull your arm out with a wet squelch, satiated but not drained, as you sit back down with a satisfied sigh. No longer held back by your fist, a flood of nectar gushes freely from her gaping lips, quickly expanding the pool spreading across the table until drops start to trickle off the edge onto the floor.
After admiring the carnage for a bit, you shift over to Kalene's side and place a hand on her torso, feeling the heat radiating from her damp skin and also, just below the surface, that black blossom swaying gently in the lingering currents of pleasure and passion, roots slowly digging deeper and deeper. Emboldened, you lean forward and murmur in her ear, telling her that if she wants to ever to feel even a fraction of what she just felt again, she needs to prove she deserves it. For a few moments, nothing happens, but eventually she slowly stirs, laboriously sliding off the table to crumple in a boneless heap before you.
For a second, something dark flickers in her eyes, then she presses her forehead against the carpet and, in a low monotone voice recites, "I submit my whole being to you. My body and mind are yours; do with them as you please." Looking up at you dully, she pulls herself over to you and sprawls across your lap, licking and sucking the mess from your body. In between mouthfuls, she pleads. "Just let me feel, mmph, like this, sluurp, even more..."
It would seem you've succeeded in dominating Kalene to the point you doubt she could stand to be without you. You allow her to devour what's left of the bodily fluids coating your lower body, her tongue eliciting a pleasant tingle from your engorged mound. It's tempting to allow your passion to rise for a second round, but there will be plenty of time for that later; besides, you're not sure her sanity could stand more, given the blank look in her eyes.
Once your body's been cleaned, you push her away and stand, stretching luxuriantly and working your pleasantly fatigued muscles. Kalene looks disappointed, so you give her a pat on the head like you would a dog, and to your amusement, she actually looks gratified. Arranging your clothing, you step away and start heading for the door with a buoyant gait, confident that the future is going to be even more interesting now.<</if>>
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[[Continue|North Corridor]]After a long, considering pause, you finally wrestle your inner demons down, despite the distracting warmth of her in your lap, and gently slide your mother's body off of you, politely refusing the interloper's offer. Veh seems genuinely surprised, eyes widening slightly, "Oh my, really? I can't remember the last time a young man <<if $genF is true>>, even a former one, <</if>>told //me// no face to face. Well, no matter, that just gives me a reason to try and pay you a visit in person, though that might be a bit tricky; the over-sexed fool may not be the sharpest knife in the set, but he does seem to have a sixth sense for when beauty walks his lands, even in disguise."
Sashaying back over to the other side of the table, Veh sits back down and looks at you searchingly from across it before saying, "Well then, it was nice meeting you, little apple; your sire and I look forward to seeing what you can accomplish over here yourself, but, if you ever find yourself no longer welcome around here, just head East." With that and one last knowing smile, her head droops briefly before jerking back up with a disoriented look. Your mother appears to be back in control of her body, with no recollection of what just happened, and you quickly reassure her that everything will be fine and that you'll talk about all this and what it means later.
Getting up, you kiss Kalene goodbye and turn towards the door, lost in thought about everything that has occurred. It's a lot to unpack, and you have no idea what it means for the future. Other than things are likely to get very, very complicated.
[[Continue|North Corridor]]Dark, hot feelings start to boil inside you, and you can't endure them any longer; this sort of temptation is simply too much. You quickly grab the backs of her thighs, and, lifting her slightly off the ground, roughly push her up against the nearest wall. A startled squeak escapes your mother as you shove her up against the hard stone, but before she has a chance to recover, you pin her wrists above her head and hiss that if she wants this so bad she'll get it. You've purposefully positioned things so that your raging erection is pressed directly against her exposed crotch, and you slowly grind yourself against her.
Your mother opens her mouth to say something, but seizing the opportunity, you shove your tongue down her throat, and she cuts off with a muffled gasp. Kissing fiercely, you greedily probe every corner of her mouth, noting as you do that she tastes faintly of honey and some sort of fruit. Your aggressive assault seems to have overcome any token resistance your mother had, and she opens her mouth and spreads her legs for you. Wrapping herself around you, she starts pulling herself up against your grinding hips. Removing your hand from her thigh, you slide it up between you to grasp one of her breasts and give it a rough squeeze, enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh deforming between your fingers and the small noises she makes whenever you tighten your grip.
After several more minutes of tormenting her body, her nipples are rock hard, and your chiton is damp where her soaked pussy grinds against your cock. Eventually, you release her mouth and pull back a bit. She swallows, breathing hard, and looks up at you with lust-clouded eyes. You ask her if she wants it, and she gives a small nod. Not satisfied, you pull her nipple roughly, causing her to let out a squeal, and you ask the question again. This time she groans out a "Yes."
Pulling away, you let her stand on her own and, releasing her breast, you slide your hand down her body to start brushing lightly along her slit. You can feel her shiver every time you touch her, and next, you ask what it is she wants. She looks at you through half-lidded eyes for a moment before replying. "I want your cock." Smirking, you increase the strength of your caresses and ask her what she wants you to do with it, and she hesitates only slightly before answering, "I want you to fuck me with your cock."
Stepping back, you let her arms go, and tell her that if she wants it that badly she should beg for it. She stares up at you, breathing hard, then turns and places her hands against the wall, sticks her ass out enticingly and looks at you over her shoulder and in a pleading tone begs "Please stick your big, hard dick in my wet pussy and fuck me hard, I need it inside me now!" Looking down at the amusingly pitiful sight of your mother begging for your cock fills you with a supreme sense of satisfaction, and you finally admit to yourself that you've longed to put your hands on her for years. Every time you've touched, or embraced, or she kissed you on your cheek you burned with a need deep down to tear her clothes off and take her for your own; something or someone was always in the way to stop you though. Now though, you've finally got your chance, and here she is panting and waving her ass at you like a bitch in heat, begging for her son to fuck her.
Moving in, you take your time and line up your engorged dick with her drooling fuckhole, but instead of jamming it in right away, you pause, leaving it just barely brushing against her lips. Groaning in frustration, she tries to push back against you, but you seize her waist and stop her. Waiting like that for several drawn-out moments, you make her understand that you're doing this at your pace, and she has no control over the situation.
When you're finally satisfied that the lesson has sunk in, you ram your hips forward, shoving the entire length of your cock inside her in one rough motion. She easily accommodates the entire girth of your dick, and you feel her drenched cunt immediately clench around you in a convulsive orgasm as she moans in relief. At the same time, that dark, burning sensation that's been growing in you reaches out, and you can somehow almost feel it start to slowly flow into your mother as you enter her.
[[Next|Kalene Corruption 2]]Dark, hot feelings start to boil inside you, and you can't endure them any longer; this sort of temptation is simply too much. Why should you hold back when she so clearly wants it? Pressing yourself up against her, you seize the back of her head with one hand and pull her in for a forceful kiss. Startled at first, she quickly relaxes against you and returns the kiss, albeit with less vigor than you. Deepening the kiss, you feel something stir in the depths of your belly, rising like tendrils of dark fire up through you and passing into your mother through your joined lips. She immediately groans erotically, almost going limp against you as more of the tendrils work their way into her.
Using your other hand to grab one of her thighs, you half-carry, half-guide her over to a nearby table and lift her onto it, still locked in a kiss. Sweeping the contents away, you lean into her, gyrating your hips against her. Your mother opens her mouth to say something, but seizing the opportunity, you shove your tongue down her throat, and she cuts off with a muffled gasp. Kissing her fiercely, you greedily probe her mouth, noting as you do that her mouth tastes faintly of honey and fruit. Your aggressive demeanor seems to have overcome any token resistance your mother had, and she opens her mouth and legs for you. Wrapping herself around you, she starts pushing up against your grinding hips. Removing your hand from her thigh, you slide it up between you to grasp one of her heavy breasts and squeeze it, enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh deforming between your fingers and the small noises she makes whenever you tighten your grip.
After several more minutes of tormenting her body, her nipples are rock hard, and your chiton is damp where you've been grinding against her soaked pussy. Eventually, you release her mouth, and leaning down, in a low voice you ask her if she wants it, and she gives a small nod. Smiling, you slide your hand down her belly to where your bodies meet, brushing gently up against her. She shivers against you, and next you ask her what she wants. Breathing out, she murmurs "You." Delicately tracing around her slit, you can feel her tremble every time you touch her before asking what it is she wants from you. Looking at you through half-lidded eyes for a moment, she whispers "I want you to fuck me."
Pulling away with a wide, predatory grin, a sense of triumph works its way down your spine, and with a dawning awareness, you finally admit to yourself that you've longed to put your hands on her for years. Every time you've touched, or embraced, or she kissed you on your cheek, you burned with a need deep down to tear her clothes off and take her for your own; something or someone was always in the way to stop you though. Admittedly you didn't imagine looking quite like this at the time, but that's something you can deal with later. Pulling yourself back to the situation at hand, you start stimulating her more firmly, but still keeping your fingers only on the outside of her vulva.
She tries to swing her hips up to meet your hand, wordlessly demanding more, but you ease back instead. Groaning in frustration, she tries to push back against you, but you seize her waist and stop her. Waiting like that for several drawn-out moments, you make her understand that you're doing this at your pace, and she has no control over the situation. Resuming your movements, you continue softly tracing around her mound for several long minutes, until you decide the message has had enough time to sink in, and abruptly slide two fingers inside her slick cunt. It swallows them easily, and a groan of relief escapes her, but quickly turns into an orgasmic cry as a stream of the dark fire from before suddenly floods down your arm, flowing through the fingers buried in her pussy and into her.
[[Next|Kalene Corruption 2f]]Not giving her a chance to rest, you start pumping your mother vigorously. Wet sounds fill the room as your waist slaps against her juice-slicked skin, and you hear her feebly try to stammer, "W-wait, please, I need time to, ahhhhh, catch my breath!" Completely ignoring her, you concentrate on the exquisite feelings coming from your cock every time you slide into the folds of her hot, drenched pussy. After spending several minutes savoring your mother's body, her pants and moans take on a sweeter pitch, and she gasps out, "I'm, aaah, cumminggg!"
Stiffening, her cunt clenches tightly around you again, as another orgasm rocks through her. Her breathing becomes ragged as you continue thrusting into her shaking body, and she tries to gather her wits and ask for a break once again, but you bring your hand sharply down and slap her right buttock, cutting her off with a startled yelp of pain; at the same time, her pussy tightens around your cock pleasantly. Alternating the speed and angle of your thrusts, you stir up her pussy, mixing in a slap to her ass now and then, enjoying the groans and yelps which get sweeter and sweeter until it's obvious she's enjoying it even more than you are.
Several minutes of light abuse later, the soft flesh of her ass has grown red and hot, and her sharp cries have devolved into lewd moans. Growing bored, you lean in and grasp the fullness of her swaying breasts in your hands, giving them a hard squeeze. Tweaking and rolling her nipples between your fingers, you enjoy her reactions as you toy with her breasts. Satisfied that she's too far gone to try and take control again, you order her to move her hips, and immediately feel her start wildly thrusting her waist back against you. As she does though, you feel something new.
Up until now, the dark fire that's been growing in you has been one-sided, flowing from you to her, but now you feel a flicker of something similar, but slightly different, respond from inside her. You don't really have time to ponder what this might mean now though, as her moans and gasps have quickly started to reach a fever pitch, and she shudders and goes limp as another climax seizes her. Amazingly, her hips continue to move against you, albeit more slowly, and your mouth twists in a grin. Sensing that your mother is at her limits, you release her breasts and grab her arms. Pulling them back towards you, you pull her up and against you, and use your new leverage to begin pounding your cock into her as hard as you can. Coming abruptly out of her orgasm-induced fog, she lets out a startled gasp but immediately starts moving her body against yours. Letting one arm go, you grip her chin and turn her head to look at you over her shoulder.
Looking into her face, you growl that from now on she is yours, that she will service you whenever you desire, obey your every word, and do her best to please your smallest whim, and she lives to serve you. You pause for a moment, excitement and anxiety rushing through you than ask if she understands.
A long moment that feels as if it lasts forever passes by before you feel her head nod slightly in your hand. A thrill runs all the way through you as the reality of your conquest sets in, and releasing her chin you resume fucking her pussy. Soaring high on the complete subjugation of your mother, you feel something stir and build deep in the pit of your belly as you push into her depths.
[[Next|Kalene Corruption 3]]Not giving her a chance to rest, you start pumping your hand into your mother vigorously. Wet sounds fill the room as your hand slaps against her juice-slicked skin, and you hear her feebly stammer out "W-wait, please, I need some time to, ahhhhh, rest!" Smiling, you ignore her and concentrate on the fingers dancing inside her hot, drenched pussy. After spending several minutes exploring your mother's body, her pants and moans take on a sweeter pitch, and she gasps out "I'm, aaah, cumminggg!"
Stiffening, her cunt clamps tightly around you again as another orgasm rocks through her. Her breathing grows ragged as you continue stimulating her trembling body, and she tries to gather her wits and ask for a break once again, but you bring your head down and clamp your mouth around hers once more, cutting her off with a muffled gasp; at the same time, her pussy tightens around your hand pleasantly. Alternating the speed and angle of your fingerwork, you stir up her pussy, enjoying the muffled groans and yelps against your mouth that get sweeter and sweeter as your mother slowly turns to mush under the tide of pleasure.
Several minutes of heavy kissing later, her sharp groans and yelps have devolved into lewd moans. Beginning to grow bored, you release her breast and reach down to start caressing your own pussy. You have to admit, the sensations are exquisite, perhaps being stuck in this body isn't all that bad, at least for now. Pulling away from her kiss, you look down at the pitiful state of your mother, and, satisfied that she's too far gone to try and take control again, you order her to move her hips. Immediately you feel her start wildly thrusting her waist back against you. As she does though, you feel something new.
Up until now, the dark fire that's been growing in you has been one-sided, flowing from you to her, but now you feel a flicker of something similar, but slightly different, respond from inside your mother. You don't really have time to ponder what this might mean now though, as her moans and gasps have quickly started to reach a fever pitch, and she shudders and goes limp as another climax seizes her. Amazingly, her hips continue to move against you, albeit more slowly, and your mouth twists in a smirk. Sensing that she's at her limit, you slip your other two fingers inside her as well and start furiously fingerfucking her. Coming abruptly out of her orgasm-induced fog, she lets out a startled gasp but immediately starts moving her body against yours again.
Pressing your forehead up against hers, you look deep into her sex-hazed eyes and throatily purr that from now on she is yours, that she will service you whenever you desire, obey your every word, and do her best to please your smallest whim. You pause for a moment, excitement, and anxiety rushing through you in a thrilling wave, then ask if she understands.
A long moment that feels as if it lasts forever passes by before you feel her head nod slightly against you. As the dream of your conquest becomes a reality, you jerk the hand inside of you deeper and orgasm lightly, going rigid as a wave of pleasure runs through you. Sliding in for another deep kiss, you resume fucking her pussy. Still soaring high on the afterglow, you feel something stir and build deep in the pit of your belly as you push into her depths.
[[Next|Kalene Corruption 3f]]Still pumping her hard, you lean in close, and in a low voice, you demand she say it out loud. Between panting breaths, she manages to moan out, "I'll be your woman." Grinning, you slow your pace to an erotic grind and reach down to where your bodies meet, giving her erect clitoris a sharp tug. A scream escapes her, and her entire body jerks upwards in a spasm of pain and pleasure as a small climax courses through her. Her eyes roll up slightly in her head, and while she's still off-balance you pull out of her. Turning her around you lean her gently against the wall so she's facing you. Pausing for a moment, you admire the complete disarray your mother has fallen into. Her sheer gown clings to her wetly, soaked from your mixed sweat, accentuating the curves of her body; and her hair has fallen from its normally neat pile to curtain and stick to her in waves of wet, tangled curls.
Satisfied, you draw closer and order her to present herself properly to you while looking into her eyes. Still floating in the afterglow of her last orgasm, your mother's eyes focus, meeting your gaze. For a second something dark flickers in her eyes, then after a momentary hesitation, she swallows and pushes herself up slightly. Arching her back and spreading her legs, trails of precum and her own fluids slowly dripping down her thighs as she stands on the tips of her toes and reaches down to her drooling vagina with one hand, spreading herself open to bare everything to you, while her other hand plays with her breast. In a low voice dripping with sex she says says, "I'm all yours, <<PName>>."
Something deep inside you roars in victory, and with a groan you slam your body into hers, kissing her forcefully. She obediently opens her mouth, returning the kiss, twining her tongue around yours. Wrapping one hand around the back of your head, her other reaches down between you to grip your engorged cock, and after giving it a quick squeeze guides it inside her once again. Gripping her full ass in both hands, you lift her off the ground entirely, and cock still firmly inside her, carry her over to the bed. After a few short orders and some impressive flexibility on your mother's part, you manage to get her turned away from you without removing your cock from her, and now, standing on all fours on the bed, she immediately resumes where you left off, wet ass slapping against your groin as she thrusts backward.
Chuckling, you give it an affectionate slap, and, kneeling behind her, grab her slim waist in both hands. Bending over her, you mount her and use the leverage to start slamming her pussy as hard as you can, causing her to gasp and almost immediately tighten around you in another climax. Continuing your animalistic coupling for a while, you can feel the sensation that's been building inside you this whole time start to reach a peak, and as you continue pounding your mother's wet cunt you'd swear the lights in the room have dimmed noticeably. Of more immediate concern to you than some candles burning down, however, is the sensation of your own climax finally approaching. Removing one hand from your mother's waist, you use it to push her head down until it presses against the bed, her ass still up in the air pumping against you.
Smirking, you tell her it's time for her reward and, using the improved angle, start pushing your cock down into her until you feel the entrance of her womb embrace its tip. Quickly increasing the pace of your thrusts, it isn't long before you feel the tension inside you reach a crescendo.
Gathering all of your lust, repressed longings, and darkest desires, you push it all down into one big ball, stoking the black fire deep inside you into a raging inferno. Closing your eyes, you get ready to unleash it all in one torrential burst. With one last powerful thrust, you slam into the depths of your mother and are a split second away from your climax.
[[Cum inside her|Kalene Corruption Insemination]]
[[Pull out of her|Kalene Corruption Dark Shower]]Still pumping her hard, you pull your lips away from hers, and, in a coaxing voice, urge her to say it out loud. Between panting breaths, she manages to moan out, "I'm yours." Grinning, you reach deep inside to a spot you've noticed makes her jump whenever you brush it and run one nail over it firmly. A scream escapes her, and her entire body jerks upwards in a spasm of pain and pleasure as a small climax courses through her. Her eyes roll up slightly in her head, and while she's still off-balance you pull out of her. Turning her over onto her stomach, you pause for a moment to admire the complete disarray your mother has fallen into. Her sheer gown clings to her wetly, soaked from your mixed sweat, accentuating the curves of her body, and her hair has fallen from its normally neat pile to curtain and stick to her in waves of wet, tangled curls.
Satisfied, you draw closer and urge her to present herself properly to you in a husky voice. Still floating in the afterglow of her last orgasm, she sucks in a deep breath, then, after a momentary hesitation, she swallows and pushes herself up off the table slightly. Arching her back and looking at you over one shoulder, she spreads her legs, trails of sweat and her own fluids slowly dripping down her thighs, and stands on the tips of her toes. Reaching down to her drooling vagina with one hand, she spreads herself wide open to bare everything to you. In a voice dripping with lust she says says, "Come on, hurry up and start fucking me again, <<PName>>."
Something deep inside you sings in victory, and with a low chuckle, you slam most of your hand inside her, while sliding the other one up her belly to resume groping her full breasts. Crying out in ecstasy as you begin drilling her once more, your mother pushes back against your hand, encouraging your delicate fingers to delve deeper. Obliging her, you move forward to straddle one of her legs, grinding your crotch along her hip as you play with her body. A pleasant shiver runs up your spine as your slit rubs against her, and you reach in and stimulate her most sensitive spot again, more gently this time, chuckling at her immediate reaction as she jerks in your hands and moans lewdly. A series of small orgasms later, your mother has devolved once more into a shuddering, panting mess whose sweet cries echo throughout the room.
Pressing yourself into her side as you grind against her, it isn't long before your gasping cries join with hers as the waves of pleasure build inside you. As you feel yourself inch closer to the edge, something about the darkness roiling in your gut changes, with a sensation of something opening or unfurling, like a door slowly creaking open after years of being sealed shut. The amount flowing through you and working its way into your mother suddenly increases, causing both of you to cry out with pleasure simultaneously. As you try to get a handle on this new rush of sensations, a small part of your brain notes that the lights in the room seem to have dimmed noticeably, but your swiftly approaching climax consumes most of your attention.
Gathering up all of your lust, repressed longings, and darkest desires, you push it all down into one big ball, stoking the black fire deep inside you into a raging inferno and getting ready to unleash it all in one torrential burst. With one final, powerful thrust, you ram your hand into the depths of your mother, feeling her convulse under you as she lets out a guttural shout, the tide of blackness washing away any remaining traces of resistance in a spectacular orgasm. At almost the same time you feel yourself peak, the sensation of her body surrendering completely to you nudging you over the edge and into your own climax.
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[[Next|Kalene Corruption After(f)]]Crawling next to her, you lower yourself onto your back, and, propping yourself up on some cushions, you gaze at the supine figure of your mother. Clearly still enjoying the aftershocks of your wild coupling, her eyes flutter open and look up at you when you grip one of her arms and pull her up onto your legs. Gesturing at the mess covering your groin with your other hand, you release her and she obediently draws herself up and begins gently cleaning you with her mouth. Leaning back, you close your eyes and enjoy the sensation of her warm mouth and tongue on your cock, idly stroking the top of her head while you contemplate the events that just transpired.
The fact that you'd been harboring such darkness deep down should terrify you, but you realize you've felt this way for a long time. Something always stopped you from expressing it, though, and you just ignored it until it was as if it wasn't even there. Maybe it's something about the trial, or nearly dying, that finally cracked your walls, but now that you've finally unleashed it and took what you wanted, you feel as if a massive weight has been lifted from you. You're not sure if you can go back to how things were, and, looking down at your mother's lewd face as she singlemindedly licks and sucks your cock, you're not sure you want to.
Once you feel she's cleaned you sufficiently, you rise from the bed and move over to one of the tables, using some of the cloth to towel off the rest of the various fluids clinging to you. Returning to the bed, you take a seat on the edge, thinking. Shifting herself over to you, your mother props herself up on one elbow and looking up with you with sleepy eyes says, "You should probably not linger here long, remember that Lysandrim has put measures in place to punish you for dragging your trial out." She smiles widely and continues, "While it would be my pleasure to take care of all the lust that built up from it, eventually he'd get suspicious of what was going on in here. While I obtained permission from him to have a private talk with you after you awoke, I'm not supposed to be aiding you directly."
You give her a small nod. Potentially pissing off a god in his own temple, while in the middle of his trial would not be wise. Lost in thought, you absently reach down and start fondling one of your mother's breasts. Stretching herself like a cat, she turns slightly to give you a better angle and watches you think. After a few minutes, you open your eyes and shake your head. You don't really have time to contemplate the meaning of life right now. Bending close to your mother, you give her a long, lingering kiss. After you finish, you rise and start for the door, without looking back.
[[Continue|Deep Ritual Corridor 1]]Collapsing atop your mother, you savor the aftershocks of your orgasm for a minute while you catch your breath. Clearly still enjoying the post-coital glow herself, your mother's eyes flutter open and look up at you when you pull her up. Normally carrying your mother around wouldn't present much of a challenge, but this new body isn't nearly as physically robust as you're accustomed to being. Nonetheless, you manage to move her over to the bed and lay her down before sitting next to her. Gesturing at the mess covering your groin with your other hand, you release her and she obediently draws herself up and begins gently cleaning you with her mouth. Leaning back, you close your eyes and enjoy the sensation of her warm mouth and tongue on your slit, idly stroking the top of her head while you contemplate the events that just transpired.
The fact that you'd been harboring such darkness deep down should terrify you, but you realize you've felt this way for a long time. Something always stopped you from expressing it, though, and you just ignored it until it was as if it wasn't even there. Maybe it's something about the trial, or nearly dying, that finally cracked the walls you built up, but now that you've finally unleashed it and took what you wanted, you feel as if a massive weight has been lifted from you. You're not sure if you can go back to how things were, and, looking down at your mother's lewd face as she singlemindedly slides her tongue around your pussy, you're not sure you want to.
Once you feel she's cleaned you sufficiently, you rise from the bed and move over to one of the tables, using some of the cloth to towel off the rest of the various fluids clinging to you. Returning to the bed, you take a seat on the edge, thinking. Shifting herself over to you, your mother props herself up on one elbow, and looking up with you with sleepy eyes says "You should probably not linger here long, remember that Lysandrim has put measures in place to punish you for dragging your trial out." She smiles widely and continues "While it would be my pleasure to take care of all the lust that built up from it, eventually he'd get suspicious of what was going on in here. While I obtained permission from him to have a private talk with you after you awoke, I'm not supposed to be aiding you directly."
You give her a small nod. Potentially pissing off a god in his own temple, while in the middle of his trial would not be wise. Lost in thought, you absently reach down and start fondling one of your mother's breasts. Stretching herself like a cat, she turns slightly to give you a better angle and watches you think. After a few minutes, you open your eyes and shake your head. You don't really have time to contemplate the meaning of life right now. Bending close to your mother, you give her a long, lingering kiss. After you finish, you rise and start for the door, without looking back.
[[Continue|Deep Ritual Corridor 1]]At the last moment, you pull out of your mother and unleash the roiling, dark mass that's been growing in you, a geyser of dark grey cum showering her crotch and legs as you do. Angling yourself up, thick ropes of seed shoot from your cock, coating your mother's ass and back. As the first drops spatter against her skin, your mother jerks under you with a low moan, whether from pain, or pleasure or both you can't tell. Thrusting your dick against her a few times to make sure her back and ass are stained nicely, you push her over and roll her onto her back, jerking your cock firmly with both hands to start coating her front in your viscous grey cum.
Her body continues to give small jerks and her feet clench and dance each time your cum lands on her, breasts heaving with each shuddering breath, eyes fluttering and unfocused, sometimes rolling up alongside a particularly strong convulsion. Shortly her front is painted with proof of your virility, thick streams and pools of your seed slowly oozing across her body. As your ejaculation finally starts to slow, an idea comes to you, and, using your hands, you start massaging your mother, spreading your cum evenly over her entire body until it glistens wetly in the low light.
Your mother has mostly calmed down now, lying in a heap and shuddering only very slightly with each panting breath, her half-closed eyes unfocused and fluttering occasionally. Wiping your hands clean in her hair, you look her over, admiring your handiwork. Before long you notice she's starting to look dry, and you can almost picture her skin greedily sucking in the fluids coating it.
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[[Next|Kalene Corruption After]]With a low groan, you press your body tight against your mother's as you feel your dick throb one final time. As soon as the first gush of your hot seed bursts from you to flood the depths of her womb, you gather up the roiling ball of black emotions and instincts you've been nurturing in your belly and start pushing it deep inside her along with your seed. As the first stream of your cum hits her, your mother bucks under you, her body going rigid as a guttural scream escapes her lips, sounding almost more like the cry of an animal than a woman, and the walls of her pussy clamp around your cock like a vice as her cervix starts sucking against the tip, greedily gulping down your seed. Stuck somewhere between ecstasy and agony, she continues to jerk and shudder, groaning at each fresh gout of cum you shoot inside her.
After the first few waves, you start moving in small, short thrusts, trying to expel as much of your seed as possible. It doesn't take long for your mother's womb to start overflowing with your cum, and after every thrust the viscous dark grey liquid starts leaking out, mixing with your mother's juices and slowly flowing down her thighs until her smooth skin wicks it away. With a final groan, you push in one last time and release the last few spurts of seed, making sure every last drop gets inside her.
Spending a few moments to savor the afterglow of your conquest, you hold yourself inside her a while longer, breathing deeply. With an all-encompassing feeling of satisfaction, you finally pull out of your mother's pussy, giving her one last gentle slap on the ass. As soon as you stop supporting her, she collapses onto her side, her well-used fuckhole agape; its lips fluttering slightly as if still trying to grip your cock as a thick stream of your dark grey seed oozes out onto her thigh.
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[[Next|Kalene Corruption After]]Chuckling, you lay down next to her and close your eyes, marveling at what you've done. You made love to your own mother, and not only did she enjoy it, but she also seemed eager, like she had been planning for this to happen. You suppose you should feel guilty or even horrified at what you've done, but you don't, not really. Even when you think of your father you feel nothing. He chose to marry a priestess of Lysandrim, and as a temple guard he was fully aware of what that meant, the countless other men she'd have to bed in the course of her duties to her god. Considering that, what's one more? Although you're not sure how //you// feel about the countless other men thing now, actually. You're going to have to have a long think about that and your relationship with your mother once you've sorted out this trial.
These reflections, and others about everything that's happened, occupy your mind for some time. While you have been lost in thought, you've felt your mother shifting around, and now some gentle sensations are making your groin tingle pleasantly. Opening your eyes, you push yourself up slightly to find your mother curled up between your legs, gently cleaning your cock with her mouth. You lay back down with a grin and enjoy the feeling of her warm mouth on you for several minutes. Feeling your dick has been thoroughly cleaned by this point, you reach down and gently pull her up to lie next to you, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and drawing her close.
Lingering like that for a time, eventually, she shifts and looks up at you, saying, "Much as I'd love to stay like this a while longer, you shouldn't linger here too long. The consequences of tarrying might not seem too great at first but it will still build up over time. Also, his grace might get suspicious and check in on you, and I'm not supposed to be helping you." Puzzled, you ask her how she's helped you. Rolling her eyes at you she responds, "Well, other than sating your considerable lusts and leaving you clearheaded for the trials ahead, do you feel more or less tired than before we started?" Thinking about it, you do seem quite a bit less physically fatigued than before you made love to her, which is somewhat odd.
Nodding, she continues, "As a priestess of Lysandrim I can wash away fatigue with my body. Useful for drawing things out for the rituals that need a man's stamina to last quite a while." Smiling seductively at you, she nuzzles in closer and plants a kiss on your neck. Sitting up, you slide off the bed and scoop up your clothing. Walking over to one of the tables and grabbing some cloth to towel yourself off with, then get dressed. After pulling on your chiton, you walk over to the bed and bend down, giving your mother one last kiss. Returning the kiss, she reluctantly parts, saying, "Please be careful, I don't think I could handle losing you again." You give her your goodbyes and, turning, head for the door.
[[Continue|Deep Ritual Corridor 1]]With a long sigh, you slide off your mother, breathing deeply as you soak in the reverberations of pleasure still running through you. You suppose you should feel guilty or even horrified at what you've done, but you don't, not really. Even when you think of your father you feel nothing. He chose to marry a priestess of Lysandrim, and as a temple guard he was fully aware of what that meant, the countless others she'd have to bed in the course of her duties to her god. Considering that, what's one more? Although you're not sure how //you// feel about the countless others thing now, actually. You're going to have to have a long think about that and your relationship with your mother once you've sorted out this trial.
These reflections, and others about everything that's happened, occupy your mind for some time. While you've been lost in thought, you've felt your mother shifting around, and now some gentle sensations are making your groin tingle pleasantly. Opening your eyes, you push yourself up slightly to find your mother curled up between your legs, gently cleaning you with her mouth. You lay back down with a grin and enjoy the feeling of her warm mouth on you for several minutes. Feeling you've been thoroughly cleaned by this point, you reach down and gently pull her up to lie next to you, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and drawing her close.
Lingering like that for a time, eventually, she shifts and looks up at you, saying "Much as I'd love to stay like this a while longer, you shouldn't linger here too long. The consequences of tarrying might not seem too great at first but it will still build up over time. Also, his grace might get suspicious and check in on you, and I'm not supposed to be helping you." Puzzled, you ask her how she's helped you. Rolling her eyes at you she responds "Well, other than sating your considerable lusts and leaving you clearheaded for the trials ahead, do you feel more or less tired than before we started?" Thinking about it, you do seem quite a bit less physically fatigued than before you made love to her, which is somewhat odd.
Nodding, she continues "As a priestess of Lysandrim I can wash away fatigue with my body. Useful for drawing things out for the rituals that need a man's stamina to last quite a while." Smiling seductively at you, she nuzzles in closer and plants a kiss on your neck. Sitting up, you slide off the bed and scoop up your clothing. Walking over to one of the tables and grabbing some cloth to towel yourself off with, then get dressed. After pulling on your chiton, you walk over to the bed and bend down, giving your mother one last kiss. Returning the kiss, she reluctantly parts, saying "Please be careful, I don't think I could handle losing you again." You finish your goodbyes and, turning, head for the door.
[[Continue|Deep Ritual Corridor 1]]Feeling her cervix kiss the tip of your cock is too much for you to bear, and with a satisfied groan, you unleash a torrent of burning hot seed directly into your mother's womb. She gives a surprised moan against your lips as the first stream of your cum shoots into her, and as you continue to push into her with small thrusts, her legs jerk up into the air with each as a new gush of sperm enters her womb. It doesn't take long before it's filled completely, and rivulets of thick white cum start spilling from her vagina to coat her thighs and vulva. Shuddering under you in the grip of her orgasm, small climaxes rack your mother as every fresh batch of cum enters her.
After several long minutes, you finally feel the tide of sensations start to ebb, and with a few final thrusts deposit the last of your seed. Breaking the kiss and breathing deeply, you move your sweat-slicked body away from hers, pulling out of her with a slick squelch, and sit back to admire the fruit of your labors. With you no longer there to impede it, your seed gushes out of her vagina in a thick flow, staining her skin and the sheets a curiously opalescent white.
Grinning at the proof of your conquest, you scoop some of your viscous cum up with two fingers and lean forward press them against her mouth. Eyes still fogged over from sex, she looks at you dreamily and opens her mouth to suck gently on your fingers. Evidently, the taste agrees with her, as she starts sucking them eagerly until they're completely clean, licking her lips greedily to get the last of it before swallowing happily.
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[[Next|Kalene Divine After]]With a jerk, you manage to pull out of her just in time, and a thick geyser of cum erupts from your cock a moment later, coating her vulva with thick strands of white seed. Still basking in the afterglow of her own climax, your mother gives an appreciative groan as the first ropes of hot, sticky cum land on her. Stroking yourself vigorously, you shoot your semen over her, thick clumps and ropes of it slowly flowing down her breasts to pool on her stomach, staining her skin a pearly white that gleams opalescent in the light.
Angling higher up, you artfully direct a few final jets of cum to splash over her face as your orgasm finally starts to fade. Rather pleased at the amount of seed you've covered her with, you start toying with it absently with a finger as you savor the pleasant feeling of emptiness in your groin. Directing it into artistic loops and whorls to complement the curves of her panting body, you coax it into increasingly complex patterns across her skin.
Eventually getting bored, you sit back and admire your handiwork, cementing the image in your mind before the liquid starts to slowly wick away, absorbed by her skin. Leaning back in, you press your still wet finger to her lips, which she helpfully parts for you, and pushing it inside her mouth, you hold it there as she starts sucking it clean. The taste seemingly agrees with her, as her efforts quickly strengthen and pleased sounds emanate from her throat, and your finger is quickly licked clean.
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[[Next|Kalene Divine After]]Ignoring the tiny voice in the back of your head saying it's wrong, you bend down and gently return her earlier kiss. Slowly shifting your hands down to her waist, you gently pull her towards you, and she obediently presses her body up against yours. As you kiss, you feel a tingling warmth suffuse you, washing away the last of your doubts, and something sleeping deep inside you starts to lazily stir. Deepening the kiss, you probe her lips with your tongue, and she helpfully opens her mouth for you, twining her tongue around yours. Her mouth and saliva taste faintly of honey, with tiny floral hints mixed in, and you greedily lap it up.
Slowly, you slide your hands down her waist until you reach her round, perky ass and grasp it tightly through her sheer robe, eliciting a pleased groan from deep in her throat. After holding the kiss for a few more long moments, you pull back, and still cupping her ass in one hand, you bring the other up and in one motion sweep her off her feet and into your arms. Arms still wrapped around your neck, she giggles like a much younger girl and rests her head against your shoulder, looking at you through dewy, half-closed eyes as you carry her towards the bed.
Arriving at your destination, your mother gives a startled squeak when you playfully toss her on to the bed. She gives you a cross, pouting look as you remove your belt and unclasp your chiton, that would be far more believable if not for the barely suppressed laughter she's clearly struggling to contain. Letting your chiton fall to the floor, you remove your sandals and, barely bending your knees, spring above the bed, going limp and collapsing atop of your mother like a puppet whose strings were cut. No longer able to contain herself, peals of laughter escape her, and she squirms against you, trying to shift your weight off her.
You begin showering the side of her neck and collarbone with kisses, as you slowly move your hands up her sides to the crooks of her arms. Her laughter was just starting to subside when you launch your surprise assault, fingers moving in a blur, tickling her weakest points. Her laughter renews and then some, and amid gasps and cries of laughter, she begs you to stop, body writhing against yours, desperately trying to escape your insidious touch as tears stream down her face.
Refusing to yield, you whisper in her ear, telling her how she can make it stop. Having some trouble breathing now, between heaves of laughter she manages to stammer out "I'm sorry! I'm a terrible mother who teased and seduced her own son! I'll take full responsibility!" Finally relenting, you push yourself up to your knees and give her a moment to collect herself. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she shrugs out of her flimsy robe and lies back, spreading her legs and reaching out towards you, she says "I'm all yours."
Lowering yourself atop her, you kiss her deeply and start grinding your erection against her soaking wet slit. Wrapping her arms around you with a deep sigh, she returns the kiss, arching her back and pressing back against you. After spending several minutes locked together like that, you pull out of the kiss, reaching down between you. Looking her deep in the eyes, you guide your rock-hard cock to her waiting pussy and slide in with one smooth thrust.
[[Continue|Kalene Divinity 2]]Ignoring the tiny voice in the back of your head saying it's wrong, you lean in and gently return her earlier kiss. Slowly shifting your hands down to her waist, you gently pull her towards you, and she obediently presses her body up against yours. As you kiss, you feel a tingling warmth suffuse you, washing away the last of your doubts, and something sleeping deep inside you starts to lazily stir. Deepening the kiss, you probe her lips with your tongue, and she helpfully opens her mouth for you, twining her tongue around yours. Her mouth and saliva taste faintly of honey, with tiny floral hints mixed in, and you greedily lap it up.
Slowly, you slide your hands down her waist until you reach her round, perky ass, and grasp it tightly through her sheer robe, eliciting a pleased groan from deep in her throat. After holding the kiss for a few more long moments, you pull away, catching her hand in yours as you do. Looking at her sideways through heavy-lidded eyes, you pull her towards the bed, a seductive smile crossing your face. Reaching your destination, you pretend to trip and dramatically fall onto the bed, dragging your mother down with you with a startled squawk.
Sprawled atop your chest she glares down at you crossly, although it would be far more believable if not for the barely suppressed laughter she's clearly struggling to contain. She opens her mouth to say something but cuts off with a squeak when you abruptly twist under her and start rolling over, swapping positions so you're on top and then continuing to roll until you're perilously close to falling off. Acting like you mean to continue right on off the edge, your mother yelps and flails wildly as she hangs halfway off the bed, but with one final heave you change directions and roll backwards once, rising up to straddle her. No longer able to contain herself, peals of laughter escape her, and she squirms against you, trying to shift your weight off her.
You begin showering the side of her neck and collarbone with kisses as you slowly move your hands up her sides to the crooks of her arms. Her laughter is just beginning to subside when you launch your surprise assault, fingers moving in a blur, tickling her weakest points. Her laughter renews and then some, and amid gasps and cries of laughter, she begs you to stop, body writhing against yours, desperately trying to escape your insidious touch as tears stream down her face.
Refusing to yield, you whisper in her ear, telling her how she can make it stop. Having some trouble breathing now, between heaves of laughter she manages to stammer out "I'm sorry! I'm a terrible mother who teased and seduced her own child! I'll take full responsibility!" Finally relenting, you push yourself up to your knees and give her a moment to collect herself. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she shrugs out of her flimsy robe and lies back, spreading her legs and reaching out towards you as she says "I'm all yours."
Lowering yourself atop her once more, you kiss her deeply, sliding your tongue between her full lips. Wrapping her arms around you with a deep sigh, she returns the kiss, arching her back and pressing back against you. After spending several minutes locked together like that, you pull out of the kiss, reaching down between you. Looking her deep in the eyes, you slide your hand down to her waiting pussy and push into it with one delicate finger.
[[Next|Kalene Divinity 2f]]A groan escapes your mother, and you feel her entire body tense slightly with a small orgasm as you penetrate her. Starting slow, you gently plow her with long, drawn-out thrusts, just savoring the feeling of her warm body wrapped around you. She recovers from her small climax quickly, and soon she's matching your pace, moving with you as the sound of two people making love fills the air. Wrapping her legs around you, she looks up at you with a slightly melancholy expression and says, "I really should have done this with you a lot sooner. I allowed my duties to make us strangers despite my best efforts, and Lysandrim himself teaches us the best way to understand and come closer to someone is to share your bodies."
Exhaling heavily, she continues, "It just never really occurred to me before, perhaps I was afraid you'd reject me like you rejected Lysandrim." Still moving slowly inside her, you lean down and murmur that you'd never reject her, stroking the side of her head gently with one hand. Closing her eyes, she enjoys your touch for a moment before replying, "I came so close to losing you, my precious, special child. I don't care what it takes anymore, I'm not letting go of you again, no matter what."
With that, she hugs herself tightly against you and increases the pace of her movements. Obliging her, you speed up as well. Reaching down to where your bodies meet and sliding a hand between you, your fingers quickly find her engorged clit and begin playing with it. A pleased gasp escapes her, and you feel her clench tightly around you. Looking up into your eyes, she asks, "When did you get so good at this? I haven't heard anything about you fooling around with the village girls." Smirking, you joke that you must just be a natural at this, and with a throaty laugh, she replies amusedly, "Well, considering who's child you are, that's not very surprising."
Leaning up she locks you in another deep kiss, shivering against you each time you roll her clit between your fingers. Savoring the feel of her hot lips against yours, you let her suck greedily on your tongue as the feeling of warmth that's spread throughout your body starts to intensify. A strange sensation begins in the pit of your belly, almost like a muscle stretching after a long period of not being used, and going with your instincts, you start pounding your mother harder, greatly increasing the pace of your thrusts.
Your mother breaks the kiss, a strand of saliva still connecting your lips briefly, and looking up at you with half-lidded eyes purrs, "Well now, you're not the only one who can mix things up." Not one to be outdone, she starts skillfully rolling and gyrating her hips against you. It seems she wants to make this a competition now, and you decide you're going to win. Altering your movements a little with every thrust, you begin searching for something your gut tells you is there, and before long you find it.
Pushing inside her a certain way, you feel her body shudder and raise slightly as a small gasp escapes her. Zeroing in on her weak spot, you start assaulting it mercilessly, and in a matter of seconds, your mother is reduced to a moaning, shivering mess. The warmth you've felt is reaching a fever pitch now, and with one more strong thrust, you feel her entire body spasm around you as she arches her back and screams in pleasure as a huge orgasm washes over her.
[[Continue|Kalene Divinity 3]]A sweet sigh escapes your mother, and you feel her entire body tense slightly as you penetrate her. Starting slowly, you gently stimulate her with long, drawn-out movements of your fingers, savoring the feeling of her warm body wrapped around you. Breaking the kiss, she looks up at you with a slightly melancholy expression and says "I should have done something like this sooner. Instead, I allowed my duties to make us strangers, despite my best efforts, and Lysandrim teaches that the best way to understand and come closer to someone is to share your bodies."
Exhaling heavily, she continues, "It just never really occurred to me before. Perhaps I was afraid you'd reject me like you rejected Lysandrim." Still moving slowly inside her, you consider protesting that you hadn't rejected anything, but now doesn't seem like the time for that, so instead, you lean down and murmur that you'd never reject her, stroking the side of her head gently with one hand. Closing her eyes, she enjoys your touch for a moment before replying, "I came so close to losing you, my precious, special child. I don't care what it takes, I'm not letting go of you again, no matter what."
With that, she reaches down to where your bodies meet, and sliding a hand between you, starts caressing your pussy. Not about to let her swing things back under her control, your fingers quickly find her engorged clit and begin to play with it as well. A pleased gasp escapes her, and you feel her clench tightly around you. Looking up into your eyes, she asks, "When did you get so good at this? I haven't heard anything about you fooling around with the village girls." Smirking, you joke that you must just be a natural. Laughing throatily, she replies, "Well, considering who's child you are, that's not very surprising."
Leaning up, she locks you in another deep kiss, shivering against you each time you roll her clit between your fingers. Savoring the feel of her hot lips against yours as she sucks greedily on your tongue, the feeling of warmth that's spread throughout your body starts to intensify. A strange sensation begins in the pit of your belly, almost like a muscle stretching after a long period of not being used. Going with your instincts, you start fingering your mother harder, changing up your pace, and working more fingers into her.
Your mother breaks the kiss, a strand of saliva hanging between you for a moment before she gives you a sly grin and purrs, "Well now, you're not the only one who can mix things up." Not to be outdone, she starts skillfully rolling and gyrating her fingers inside you. It would seem she wants to make this a competition, one that you decide you're going to win. Altering your movements a little with every thrust, you begin searching for something your gut tells you is there, and before long you find it.
Pushing inside her a certain way, you feel her body shudder and raise slightly as a small gasp escapes her. Zeroing in on her weak spot, you start assaulting it mercilessly, and in a matter of moments, your mother is reduced to a moaning, shivering mess. The warmth you've felt is reaching a fever pitch now, and with one more strong push, you feel her entire body spasm around you as she arches her back and screams in pleasure, a huge orgasm washing over her.
[[Next|Kalene Divinity 3f]]Not giving her a chance to collect herself, you continue pounding away at her weak spot, increasing the pace even more. Your mother's movements have stilled with her orgasm, and now she merely presses up against you. Between erotic gasps, she manages to beg, "Please, ahhh, <<PName>>! Give me some time, oh! To rest!" Crowing inwardly at winning this particular contest, you reply that she promised to take responsibility, and you're not even close to being satisfied. Hearing this, she groans and shudders as another small orgasm grips her.
Several minutes go by as you continue exploiting the most sensitive spots on your mother's body, forcing her to climax again and again until it becomes impossible to tell where one stops and the next begins. As you drive her further and further into an incoherent mess of sweet panting and shuddering moans, the sensation in your stomach intensifies until it explodes, filling you with a scorching rush of power. Wrapped up in this new yet somehow familiar tide of feelings, you ram your cock into your mother once more and crying out she convulses as a huge orgasm overtakes her.
Forcing yourself to slow down and move gently, you lean in and murmur in her ear, lavishing words of praise and love on her. After giving her a couple of minutes to bask in her latest climax and your honeyed words you resume energetically plowing her. Careful not to push her too hard, for now, you ask her if she loves you. Dreamily she responds, "Yes."
You start moving a bit faster and ask her how much she loves you, and looking up at you with dewy eyes she says, "More than anything." Picking up the pace a bit more, next you ask her if she loves you more than your father. Hesitating for a second, she looks to the side before replying, "Yes." Pushing into her harder now, for your final question you ask her if she loves you more than Lysandrim. She closes her eyes and after a long pause, in a whisper, you can barely hear breathes out a, "Yes."
Satisfied that you've well and truly won her, you give in to the currents of power and desire running through you and begin wildly plunging into her as far as you can reach, the sound of wet flesh striking together filling the room. Crying out in pleasure, her legs clamp tighter around you and you can feel her nails dig into your back as you pound her with everything you have now, working towards the fever pitch that's been building inside you.
Pushing your mouth against hers in one final kiss, you greedily suck on each other's lips and tongues while your bodies frantically move together, and before long you feel her give a muted groan against you as her body goes rigid, clenching in another orgasm. At nearly the same moment you feel yourself start to peak, and you hang on the edge of climaxing.
[[Finish inside her|Kalene Divine Insemination]]
[[Pull out|Kalene Divine Shower]]Not giving her a chance to collect herself, you continue pounding away at her weak spot, increasing the pace even more. Your mother's movements have stilled with her orgasm, and now she merely presses up against you. Between erotic gasps, she manages to beg, "Please, ahhh, <<PName>>! Give me some time, oh! To rest!" Crowing inwardly at winning this particular contest, you reply that she promised to take responsibility, and you're not even close to being satisfied. Hearing this, she groans and shudders as another small orgasm grips her.
Leaning in close, you ask her how much she loves you, and looking up at you with dewy eyes she replies "More than anything." Continuing to stimulate her weak point, you ask her if she loves you more than your father. Hesitating for a second, she looks away before saying, "Yes." Pushing into her harder now, for the final stroke you ask if she loves you more than Lysandrim. She closes her eyes and after a long pause, she breathes out a quiet, "Yes." Hearing that, something inside you awakens, as if after a long slumber, and sings out exultantly.
Secure in the knowledge that she's yours now, and frustrated by your own lack of stimulation up to now, you decide to change things up. Ceasing your movements, you pull away and swing yourself around until your groin sits squarely above your mother's face. She catches on to the idea pretty quickly, wrapping her arms around your legs and enthusiastically sliding her tongue around and inside your slit. Leaning back, you take a few moments and just enjoy the pleasure emanating from your lower body as she starts working on it.
Pulling yourself out of your reverie, you decide that you should probably get started yourself, and bend down to start exploring your mother's pussy. Focusing on the little nub at the top you begin running your tongue around it, occasionally flicking it playfully. Her reaction is immediate, you can feel her grip tighten, and a wet, muffled groan emanates from behind you. You're pleasantly surprised to find that the juices leaking from her have a subtle sweetness to them, mixed with a tang of salt from the sweat clinging to her skin.
Grinning, you step up the speed a bit, tongue twirling around and lapping at the small nub, while also bringing in a hand to start playing with her slit, sinking several fingers into her at once. After several minutes, warm, heavy sensations start building in your belly and giving in to the currents of power and desire running through you, your movements grow wilder, mouth working against her hungrily as your fingers plunge into her as far as you can reach.
Crying out in pleasure, her hands clamp tighter around you, nails digging into your legs as she begins feverishly eating you out, working towards the rising tide that's building inside you. You can feel her quivering against you as you step up your efforts, skillfully finding and exploiting her every weak spot as you move together towards the finish line.
Finally, you feel a shiver work down your spine and you spasm, wrapped in the grip of a flood of pleasure that intensifies until it explodes, filling you with a scorching rush of power. Wrapped up in this new, yet somehow familiar, tide of feelings, you ram your hand into your mother once more and you both cry out, convulsing against each other as a huge orgasm overtakes you both.
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[[Next|Kalene Divine After(f)]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>><<if $Msex == false>>You still feel some trepidation at being so intimately close to your mother, but she does seem to have learned from last time and is only stroking you with her hand, so far at least.<<else>>Given what you've already done with your mother, some therapeutic fingerwork seems almost innocent in comparison, and you briefly consider escalating things but decide to just enjoy the flow.<</if>> Between the trial and her overflowing charms, your body was already feverish with desire, so it only takes the lightest of touches through the fabric of your clothing before your <<DickDesc>> dick is standing rigidly at attention, aching for relief. Laughing softly in your ear, Kalene murmurs, "Ah, it makes me so happy to see how energetic you are, even after everything that's happened.
Sliding her hand over and around the tent in your <<ShortCloth>>, she gently teases the tip of your swollen rod, offering no satisfaction until you impatiently lift your hips, trying to press against her hand more firmly. Sighing sweetly, Kalene gently chides you, "My my, so impatient. You need to learn to relax and enjoy things properly, buuut I suppose you are in a bit of a hurry, so perhaps I should move things along just this once." With that, she pulls aside your clothing, <<if $DickS > 8>>sucking in a breath and staring appreciatively at your <<DickDesc>> cock before murmuring, <<if $Mfem == false and $Msex == true>>"Well, you've certainly done some growing since last time, can I even fit my hand around it?"<<else>>"Oh my! If I'd had any idea you were this well-hung..."<</if>><<elseif $DickS < 5>>cooing in delight and staring fondly at your <<DickDesc>> cock before consoling you,<<if $Mfem == false and $Msex == true>>"Don't worry sweety, I'll help you get it back to normal after the trial, if you want, of course, some people think smaller is better."<<else>>"How adorable! But if this is the reason I haven't heard of you chasing after any girls, we can deal with it after this trial mess is cleared up."<</if>><<else>>breath growing hot on your neck as she sizes up your <<DickDesc>> cock, murmuring, <<if $Mfem == false and $Msex == true>>"Just as splendid as I remember."<<else>>"Just as beautiful as the rest of my precious son."<</if>><</if>>
Just barely making contact with your skin, your mother delicately trails her fingers up and down your shaft, sending shivers up your spine. You're not the only one reacting though, you can feel her body grow hot against you, even through the fabric of her clothing, and two rigid protrusions growing out of the center of her breasts pressing into the center of your back. Nearly going mad with lust from her continued teasing, you're about to leap up and have your way with her when she finally wraps her soft hand around your engorged prick and starts stroking it, her fingers skillfully squeezing and undulating as they move up and down.
Letting out an involuntary gasp of relief, it's hard to believe a simple handjob can feel this good, even if it is from the high priestess of the god of pleasure. Your mother isn't done yet though, sliding down next to you until she's half-sitting, half-laying across your lap, and then lowering her face just above your crotch and sticking out her tongue so that saliva starts drooling down onto her hand and your cock. Kalene looks up at you the entire time, eyes locked with yours as she lubricates the shaft her hand is working expertly.
Eventually, she decides you're wet enough and withdraws her tongue back into her mouth, licking her lips sensually as she draws her head back up until it's level with yours. The speed of her hand has increased now that it's slimy with her saliva, leaving frothy trails of tiny bubbles in its wake as it glides over every bump and crease of your <<DickDesc>> dick. Exquisite feelings of bliss work their way through you, your mother staring intently at your face to soak in every tiny reaction and adjusting her movements accordingly until you feel as if she's playing you like an instrument.
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*/<<else>><<if $Msex == false>>You still feel some trepidation at being so intimately close to your mother, but she does seem to have learned from last time and is only stroking you with her hand, so far at least.<<else>>Given what you've already done with your mother, some therapeutic fingerwork seems almost innocent in comparison, and you briefly consider escalating things but decide to just enjoy the flow.<</if>> Between the trial and her overflowing charms, your body was already feverish with desire, so it only takes the lightest of touches through the fabric of your clothing before your nipples and clit are standing rigidly at attention, aching for relief. Laughing softly in your ear, Kalene murmurs, "Ah, it makes me so happy to see how energetic you are, even after all these changes.
Sliding her hand over and around your slit through your <<ShortCloth>>, she gently teases the tip of your swollen nub, offering no satisfaction until you impatiently lift your hips, trying to press against her hand more firmly. Sighing sweetly, Kalene gently chides you, "My my, so impatient. You need to learn to relax and enjoy things properly, buuut I suppose you are in a bit of a hurry, so perhaps I should move things along, just this once." With that, she pulls aside your clothing, <<if $Mfem == true and $Msex == true>>and, gazing at your slit, says, "Still such a pretty pink I see; I'm honestly a little jealous, even with all the effort I put in I can't look quite that fresh anymore."<<else>>making an appreciative sound as your pink slit is revealed, "What a pretty little mound you have, though I suppose that might not be a compliment you want to hear."<</if>>
Just barely making contact with your skin, your mother delicately trails her fingers up and down your lips, sending shivers up your spine. You're not the only one reacting, though, her body is growing hot against you, even through the fabric of her clothing, and two rigid protrusions grow out of the center of her breasts and press against your back. Nearly going mad with lust from her continued teasing, you're about to leap up and have your way with her when she finally wraps her soft hand around your groin and sinks two fingers into it, skillfully twirling and undulating them as they move in and out.
Letting out an involuntary gasp of relief, it's hard to believe a simple handjob can feel this good, even if it is from the high priestess of the god of pleasure. Your mother isn't done yet, though, sliding down next to you until she's half-sitting, half-laying across your lap, and then lowering her face just above your crotch and sticking out her tongue so that saliva starts drooling down onto where her hand is expertly jilling your pussy. Kalene looks up at you the entire time, eyes locked with yours as she thoroughly lubricates the pink slit her hand is working.
Eventually, she decides you're wet enough and withdraws her tongue back into her mouth, licking her lips sensually as she draws her head back up until it's level with yours. The speed of her fingers has increased now that they're slimy with her saliva, leaving frothy trails of tiny bubbles in their wake as they glide over every bump and crease of your pussy. Exquisite feelings of bliss work their way through you, your mother staring intently at your face to soak in every tiny reaction and adjusting her movements accordingly until you feel as if she's playing you like an instrument.<</if>>
[[Next|Kalene Handjob 2]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>Under this level of skilled stimulation, it takes no time at all before you feel the telltale throb of an approaching ejaculation, but just as you hit the critical point, Kalene's hand for several long seconds, finally resuming its movements once your climax has withered, unfulfilled. Letting out a dissatisfied groan, you glare at your mother, but she just smiles knowingly and continues working your <<DickDesc>> rod with one hand. Which is when you notice her other hand seems to have snaked under her chiton and between her thighs.
That would explain the flush in her cheeks and why her breath has grown so hot against your neck, but your attention is pulled back to your cock when she starts stroking it quickly once more. Though again, just as you reach the cusp of release, she stops and lets it pass, leaving you panting and frustrated. This cycle continues on, your mother edging you continually up to the brink before pulling you back at the last second, over and over, as she grows visibly more excited herself, erect nipples pushing out under the fabric of her clothes.
Your manhood is beginning to grow sore and swollen from the repeated denials, and you're seriously considering just finishing the job yourself when Kalene suddenly shivers and lets out a little exclamation. Pressing up against you, she ramps up stroking you once again as wet sounds escape from under her chiton, small pants and gasps punctuating every caress now as she pushes you towards orgasm one more time. A heavy throb starts in your groin once more, and you're pretty sure if she blue balls you again, you'll explode from the pressure.
This time Kalene doesn't stop, though, and continues expertly massaging your dick until it erupts, angling it towards herself so the jets of hot seed shoot over her, splattering her face and chest. Covered in your cum, your mother shudders in ecstasy and lets out a groan as she has a small orgasm of her own. Leaning against each other, panting, you both soak in the warm post-coital glow as the lingering echos of pleasure reverberate through you.
After a little while, your mother pushes herself up and starts cleaning herself off, scraping your seed into her hand and then licking it up. Once she's gotten most of it off, she bends down into your lap and uses her mouth to clean your <<DickDesc>> cock, sucking up every last drop of cum with the expertise of long experience. You groan at the pleasant sensation of her tongue on you, but she's milked you so dry your soft shaft doesn't respond at all.
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*/<<else>>Under this level of skilled stimulation, it takes no time at all before you feel the telltale throb of an approaching orgasm, but just as you hit the critical point, Kalene's hand stops for several long seconds, finally resuming its movements once your climax has withered, unfulfilled. Letting out a dissatisfied groan, you glare at your mother, but she merely smiles knowingly and continues working your wet slit with her hand. Which is when you notice her other hand seems to have snaked under her chiton and between her thighs.
That would explain the flush in her cheeks and why her breath has grown so hot against your neck, but your attention is pulled back to your vagina when she starts stroking it quickly once more. Though again, just as you reach the cusp of release, she stops and lets it pass, leaving you panting and frustrated. This cycle continues on, your mother edging you continually up to the brink before pulling you back at the last second, over and over, as she grows visibly more excited herself, erect nipples pushing out under the fabric of her clothes.
Your lips are beginning to grow puffy and sore from the repeated denials, and you're seriously considering just finishing the job yourself when Kalene suddenly shivers and lets out a little exclamation. Pressing up against you, she ramps up stroking you once again as wet sounds escape from under her chiton, small pants and gasps punctuating every caress now as she pushes you towards orgasm one more time. A heavy throb starts in your groin once more, and you're pretty sure if she blue balls you again, you'll explode from the pressure.
This time Kalene doesn't stop, though, and continues expertly massaging your cleft until it erupts, drenching her hand with clear love juices as your eyes roll up towards the ceiling from the force of the climax. Biting her lip, your mother shudders in ecstasy and lets out a muffled groan as she has a small orgasm of her own. Leaning against each other, panting, you both soak in the warm post-coital glow as the lingering echos of pleasure reverberate through you.
After a little while, your mother pushes herself up and starts cleaning herself up, licking her fingers clean with deliberate slowness. Once she's gotten most of it off, she smiles at your face, still slack from pleasure, and purrs, "There are perks to being a woman. Men still get to have their fun, of course, but they never seem to reach the stage of a truly mind-blowing experience, even with a skillful partner." Letting out an amiable sigh of agreement, you slowly try to pull the scattered faculties of your mind back down to earth.<</if>>
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[[Next|Kalene Handjob Finish]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>Once your dick is licked thoroughly clean, Kalene draws herself back up, swallowing audibly and smacking her lips with a mischievous smile. Leaning against your shoulder, your mother lets out a satisfied sigh and says, "Well, I hope you're feeling nice and refreshed and ready to tackle anything Lord Lysandrim might throw at you, because you're only about halfway done. Though probably the larger half at least, since the lower levels are larger than the temple on the surface." Gently stroking your head, she continues, "I shouldn't keep you any longer, I want to see this whole mess done with and my chrýsion home safe and sound as soon as possible."
Pulling away reluctantly, your mother reaches down the front of her chiton and pulls out a familiar golden key, though this one has a circular handle, and says, "Speaking of, I suppose you'll probably need this. His Grace said to give it to you once you'd gotten your reading, though I don't know what it's for, he just said you'd already know." Dropping the key into your hand, she pushes herself up to her feet and starts straightening her clothes and hair. Rising to your feet, Kalene wraps you in a hug, thankfully of a far less sexual nature than the last one, though her full bust still presses against you pleasantly.
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The embrace lasts a bit longer than it probably should, dragging on until finally Kalene unwillingly releases you, saying, "Now go on, shoo, finish your business with Lord Lysandrim and go home. I'll be waiting for you with some fresh honeycakes." Tucking the key in with your other things, you give your mother your farewells and turn towards the door. As you leave, though, you can't help but wonder if things can possibly go back to normal after all of this.
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Female Version
*/<<else>>Shaking your head to clear it, you pull yourself out of your daze and stretch luxuriantly. Leaning against your shoulder, your mother murmurs, "Well, I hope you're feeling nice and refreshed and ready to tackle anything Lord Lysandrim might throw at you, because you're only about halfway done. Though probably the larger half, at least, since the lower levels are larger than the temple on the surface." Gently stroking your head, she continues, "I shouldn't keep you any longer, I want to see this whole mess done with and my chrýsion home safe and sound as soon as possible."
Pulling away reluctantly, your mother reaches down the front of her chiton and pulls out a familiar golden key, though this one has a circular handle, and says, "Speaking of, I suppose you'll probably need this. His Grace said to give it to you once you'd gotten your reading, though I don't know what it's for, he just said you'd already know." Dropping the key into your hand, she pushes herself up to her feet and starts straightening her clothes and hair. Rising to your feet, Kalene wraps you in a hug, thankfully of a far less sexual nature than the last one, though her full bust still presses against you pleasantly.
<<modlus 5>>
The embrace lasts a bit longer than it probably should, dragging on until finally Kalene unwillingly releases you, saying, "Now go on, shoo, finish your business with Lord Lysandrim and go home. I'll be waiting for you with some fresh honeycakes." Tucking the key in with your other things, you give your mother your farewells and turn towards the door. As you leave, though, you can't help but wonder if things can possibly go back to normal after all of this.<</if>>
[[Continue|North Corridor]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>Looking deep into her eyes, you start digging up all your old buried emotions and desires that have begun to surface, infusing all that passion and affection into new, bright threads of warmth that spill forth as you drive deeper and harder into Kalene's body. Your mother's reaction to this new tactic is much more subtle, but almost more gratifying for it, as her eyes grow moist and her heart flutters against you. So many sensations are flowing through you now that keeping focused is difficult, but you manage, gradually increasing the pace as you stroke every inch of her depths with your <<DickDesc>> dick.
Kalene's well-honed technique seems to be wavering now, and amid all the groans of pleasure, she haltingly breathes, "Oh <<PName>>, what is this feeling? It's like...I'm a girl on my honeymoon again." Smiling gently, you whisper sweet words in her ear as you carefully wrap your arms around her, pulling her up until she's straddling your lap without stopping your movements. The new position is somewhat awkward, but it lets her melt against you as she bounces up and down on your cock.
Moving in for the kill, you press your lips against hers once more, and she groans happily, eagerly opening her mouth and twining her tongue against yours. Eyes fluttering, your mother's hands rove up and down your back before fumbling at your shoulders to pull down your <<ShortCloth>> and dig her fingers directly into your skin. Bobbing limply on your rod, Kalene rubs against you, pressing against as much of your skin as possible, like a cat.
You spend a while intermingled like that, bodies grinding and flexing against each other as they move together. Savoring the pleasure and intimacy, you feel like you want to stay like this forever, and maybe you could; you feel no rising pressure or need to suppress an ejaculation. Still, you probably should end this eventually, but first, you'll carve your mark on your mother so deeply she'll never forget it.
With that in mind, it's hard to do a good deep thrust from this position, so instead, you loop your arms under Kalene's and get a good grip on her shoulders, adding your strength to her weight as you firmly pull her down onto your spear with each plunge. Your mother's eyes grow unfocused again, and the muffled amorous sounds emanating from her throat get huskier as you reach further and further inside of her. Finally, the last tiny holdouts of subconscious uncertainty within her give way, and her body fully accepts you, her womb descending until you feel the tip of your cock start ramming into her cervix.
/*
Female Version
*/<<else>>Looking deep into her eyes, you start digging up all your old buried emotions and desires that have begun to surface, infusing all that passion and affection into new, bright threads of warmth that spill forth as you drive deeper and harder into Kalene's body. Your mother's reaction to this new tactic is much more subtle, but almost more gratifying for it, as her eyes grow moist and her heart flutters against you. So many sensations are flowing through you now that keeping focused is difficult, but you manage, gradually increasing the pace as you stroke her insides tenderly.
Kalene's well-honed technique seems to be wavering now, and amid all the groans of pleasure, she haltingly breathes, "Oh <<PName>>, what is this feeling? It's like...I'm a girl on my honeymoon again." Smiling gently, you whisper sweet words in her ear, carefully wrapping your arms around her and pulling her up until she's straddling your thigh without stopping your movements. The new position is somewhat awkward but lets her melt against you as your leg grinds against her fleshy petals.
Moving in for the kill, you press your lips against hers once more, and she groans happily, eagerly opening her mouth and twining her tongue against yours. Eyes fluttering, your mother's hands rove up and down your back before fumbling at your shoulders to pull down your <<ShortCloth>> and dig her fingers directly into your skin. Riding limply on your leg, Kalene rubs against you, pressing against as much of your skin as possible, like a cat.
You spend a while intermingled like that, bodies grinding and flexing against each other as they move together. Savoring the sensations of pleasure and intimacy, you feel like you could stay like this forever, and honestly, maybe you could; you feel no rising pressure or need to climax. Still, you probably should end this eventually, but first, you'll carve your mark on your mother so deeply she'll never forget it.
With that in mind, it's hard to properly stimulate her from this position, so instead, you loop your arms under Kalene's and slide atop the table, lifting one of her legs up over your shoulder, exposing her slit so you can start grinding yours against it. Your mother's eyes grow unfocused again, and the amorous sounds emanating from her throat grow huskier as you slide against each other. Finally, the last tiny holdouts of subconscious uncertainty within her give way, and her body fully accepts you, her flower unfolding against yours and gushing copious amounts of sweet nectar.<</if>>
[[Next|Kalene Romance 2]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>Pounding her rhythmically, you reach out to the web of threads wrapped around Kalene and pour a tiny bit more energy into it with every movement, gradually thickening it. Tongues still intertwined, your mother can make no response other than increasing the urgency and volume of the sounds emitting from her throat and squirming against you sensually. She still hasn't completely lost her head yet, though, gyrating her waist to try and match your efforts.
You enjoy the pleasure of her flesh caressing yours, but if she's trying to push you over the edge, you still feel completely in control, oddly enough. Kalene, on the other hand, has been orgasming regularly for some while now, judging by the periodic quivers that you feel working their way up her spine. Prying your lips free from your mother's with some difficulty, you suck in a deep breath and confidently whisper in her ear that she should get ready for her world to be shattered.
What was once a web of threads has now grown sufficiently to become a thin film coating your mother's body from head to toe, signaling that your preparations are complete. Starting the final push, you speed up, plowing her with such force that you can see her full hips and breasts ripple from each impact. Moment by moment, you can //feel// Kalene moving closer and closer to her biggest peak yet, and you get ready to pounce.
Just before she erupts in orgasm, you make your move, but this time, instead of pulling as you did with the strings earlier, you gently push on the golden film until it sinks into her skin. Simultaneously, you choose to finally ejaculate after thrusting directly against Kalene's cervix, and she bucks against you screaming out in orgasm as her insides are painted white. Your mother's reaction isn't as violent as her last big one, but it lasts //much// longer, nails digging furrows in your back as she screams on and on until she finally runs out of breath.
Your own ejaculation seems equally long-lasting as you dump load after load directly into her womb without stopping or slowing down. Soon both her womb and pussy overflow with your thick seed until it spills out to stain both her thighs and the carpet below. It's quite satisfying, and the pleasure is exquisite, but you start to wonder how long this is going to take; you don't feel like you're slowing down or running out at all.
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*/<<else>>Grinding against her rhythmically, you reach out to the web of threads wrapped around Kalene and pour a tiny bit more energy into it with every movement, gradually thickening it. Tongues still intertwined, your mother can make no response other than increasing the urgency and volume of the sounds emitting from her throat and squirming against you sensually. She still hasn't completely lost her head yet, though, gyrating her waist to try and match your efforts.
You enjoy the pleasure of her flesh caressing yours, but if she's trying to push you over the edge, you still feel completely in control, oddly enough. Kalene, on the other hand, has been orgasming regularly for some while now, judging by the periodic quivers that you feel working their way up her spine. Prying your lips free from your mother's with some difficulty, you suck in a deep breath and confidently whisper in her ear that she should get ready for her world to be shattered.
What was once a web of threads has now grown sufficiently to become a thin film coating your mother's body from head to toe, signaling that your preparations are complete. Starting the final push, you speed up, plowing into her with such force that you can see her full hips and breasts ripple from each impact. Moment by moment, you can //feel// Kalene moving closer and closer to her biggest peak yet, and you get ready to pounce.
Just before she erupts in orgasm, you make your move, but this time, instead of pulling as you did with the strings earlier, you gently push on the golden film until it sinks into her skin. Simultaneously, you choose to finally let the pleasure overflow, a stream of clear liquid squirting out of you to drench your mother as she bucks and screams out in orgasm against you. Your mother's reaction isn't as violent as her last big one, but it lasts //much// longer, nails digging furrows in your back as she screams on and on until she runs out of breath.
Your own ejaculation seems equally long-lasting as you dump an endless stream of nectar over her crotch without stopping or slowing down. Soon it flows down her quivering thighs to stain the table and carpet. It's quite satisfying, and the pleasure is exquisite, but you start to wonder how long this will take; you don't feel like you're slowing down or running out at all.<</if>>
[[Next|Kalene Romance 3]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>Before an actual puddle of opalescent seed can form, you decide you'll have to end it yourself and start pulling out, but as soon as you do, it immediately stops. Shaking your head, mystified, you take a deep breath to clear your post-coital fatigue, which is when you realize you're not actually tired, at all. In fact, you're feeling more energetic than before you walked into this room, including the rock-hard dick that's still buried in your mother's snatch.
Kalene is still caught in the lingering throes of her orgasm, shuddering and gasping against you as you slowly lower her down onto the nearby table. Looking over her disheveled form, slick with sweat and thighs splattered with cum, you feel a sense of...mastery? A couple of //other// feelings drift back up to the surface as well, and, still being perfectly energetic, you can see no reason not to go for a second round, resuming your movements to a disbelieving groan from your mother.
Sometime later, you're now resting with your back against the low table, digesting everything that's happened as your mother lies in a boneless heap across your lap. Something's changed inside you, which almost certainly has to do with your newly revealed heritage, but to what extent these changes reach, you can't even guess. Clearly, you've got some control over the sensation of pleasure, as well as copious...stamina, but you don't have the luxury of time to explore if there might be anything else.
Your contemplations are interrupted when, with a deep sigh, your mother stirs and groans, "Gods above <<PName>>, I haven't felt anything like that, even as a girl." Levering herself up, she runs a hand across her belly and purrs, "I'm almost certainly going to be with child after //THAT// performance, just one more thing to add to the long list of things we need to discuss when we finally get some time, I suppose. But speaking of time, you've already used far too much playing with an old lady. You should get a move on before His Gr- your father starts to get bored."
Reluctant to part so soon once again, you nonetheless slowly gather your things and put your clothes in order; as you do, a familiar-looking golden key slips out of your clothes; as you wonder how it got there, you notice your mother flashing a small smile from the corner of your eye. Bending down to give her a lingering kiss goodbye, you curl your fingers around hers, giving them a squeeze before murmuring your goodbyes in her ear and straightening up. Striding towards the door, you can't help but wonder just how complicated your family situation will be after this trial is over.
<<set $Mdiv to true>>\
<<set $Mcp to true>>\
<<modfat -100>>
<<modlus -100>>
<<moddiv 2>>\
<<modlew 5>>
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Female Version
*/<<else>>Before an actual puddle of clear fluid can start to form, you decide you'll have to end it yourself, but before you can even consider how it immediately stops by itself. Shaking your head, mystified, you take a deep breath to clear your post-coital fatigue, which is when you realize you're not actually tired, at all. In fact, you're feeling more energetic than before you walked into this room.
Kalene is still caught in the lingering throes of her orgasm, shuddering and gasping against you as you slowly pry yourself off of her. Looking over her disheveled form, slick with various mixed fluids, you feel a sense of...mastery? A couple of //other// feelings drift back up to the surface as well, and, still being perfectly energetic, you can see no reason not to go for a second round, resuming your movements to a disbelieving groan from your mother.
Sometime later, you're now resting with your back against the low table, digesting everything that's happened as your mother lies in a boneless heap across your lap. Something's changed inside you, which almost certainly has to do with your newly revealed heritage, but to what extent these changes reach, you can't even guess. Clearly, you've got some control over the sensation of pleasure, as well as copious...stamina, but you don't have the luxury of time to explore if there might be anything else.
Your contemplations are interrupted when, with a deep sigh, your mother stirs and groans, "Gods above <<PName>>, I haven't felt anything like that, even as a girl." Levering herself up, she runs a hand across your belly and purrs, "Well, I'm almost certainly going have a hard time enjoying other lovers after //THAT// performance, just one more thing to add to the long list of things we need to discuss when we finally get some time, I suppose. But speaking of time, you've already used far too much playing with an old lady. You should get a move on before His Gr- your father starts to get bored."
Reluctant to part so soon once again, you nonetheless slowly gather your things and put your clothes in order; as you do, a familiar-looking golden key slips out of your clothes, as you wonder how it got there, you notice your mother flashing a small smile from the corner of your eye. Bending down to give her a lingering kiss goodbye, you curl your fingers around hers, giving them a squeeze before murmuring your goodbyes in her ear and straightening up. Striding towards the door, you can't help but wonder just how complicated your family situation will be after this trial is over.
<<set $Mdiv to true>>\
<<set $Mcp to true>>\
<<modfat -100>>
<<modlus -100>>
<<moddiv 2>>\
<<modlew 5>><</if>>
[[Continue|North Corridor]]Standing up forcefully, you manage to shake your mother off, politely saying that you shouldn't get sidetracked right now. Looking disappointed, Kalene sighs, saying, "I was only trying to help, but I suppose you have a point if you don't think you need it." Standing up as well, with a slight pout to her full lips, she continues, "But you can at least give your mother a hug, can't you, or do you not even have time for that?"
However you feel about her new attitude towards you, you suppose you can't deny her this most basic of motherly requests. Walking into her embrace, you wrap your arms around your mother and squeeze her tightly against you as she sighs happily. This close, though, you cannot avoid feeling the weight of her breasts pressing against your chest or the subtle scent of her filling your nostrils.
<<modlus 10>>
You politely try to disengage after a few seconds, but Kalene does not cooperate, clinging to you for such an extended period of time that you begin to contemplate how you would go about prying her off you before she finally, reluctantly, releases you. Looking wistful as she lets go, your mother reaches down the front of her chiton, pulling out a familiar small golden key with a circular handle before saying, "I suppose you'll probably need this. I was supposed to give it to you after your reading, though I have no clue what it's for. His Grace just said you'd know." Pocketing the key, you thank her and give your farewells, quickly turning towards the door before she can think up something else to drag this out.
[[Continue|North Corridor]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>Coming to a decision, you reach back behind you to get a firm grasp on your mother's chiton and give it a sharp tug, pulling it off her. She lets out a surprised cry at her sudden nudity, but it turns into a pleased laugh as you pull her into your lap. Giving you an amorous look from under her lashes, Kalene says, "Well, I was just going to give you some quick relief before sending you on your way, but if you want to play..."
Wrapping your arms around each other, you pull her in for a deep kill, enjoying the feeling of her soft body pressed up against your chest. You spend a few minutes like that, tongues entwined as the wet sounds of heavy kissing are absorbed by the dark curtains and rugs. Finally pulling away, panting, Kalene gasps, "W-we probably shouldn't drag this out //too// much, unfortunately. But to make it up, let me give you some //special// service..."
Sliding halfway beneath the low table, leaving only her torso in your lap, Kalene eagerly pulls your clothing aside, <<if $DickS > 8>>sucking in a breath and staring appreciatively at your <<DickDesc>> cock before murmuring, <<if $Mfem == false and $Msex == true>>"Well, you've gotten quite a bit bigger since last time, could it even fit in me now?"<<else>>"Oh, if I'd known you were this impressive..."<</if>><<elseif $DickS < 5>>giggling in delight and glancing warmly at your <<DickDesc>> cock before consoling you,<<if $Mfem == false and $Msex == true>>"Don't worry sweety, I'll help you get it back to normal after the trial if you want, of course, some people do think smaller is better."<<else>>"Very cute! But if this is the reason I haven't heard of you chasing after any girls, we can deal with it after this trial business is cleared up."<</if>><<else>>breath growing hot on your shaft as she sizes up your <<DickDesc>> cock, murmuring, <<if $Mfem == false and $Msex == true>>"Still as splendid as last time."<<else>>"Just as perfect as the rest of my beautiful son."<</if>><</if>> Utilizing her pillowy breasts to completely engulf your rod, the sensation of her soft flesh wrapped around you sends shivers down your spine as she presses her tits together and slowly starts to rock her upper body up and down. Seeing your reaction, your mother gives you a doting smile as she slides up and down your shaft, the tip just barely visible in her cleavage at the highest point.
A few comfortable minutes pass as her warm skin caresses your engorged dick, but the stimulation isn't quite enough to satisfy you, and you start to worry about chafing. Which is almost exactly when your mother starts caressing her breasts, rhythmically massaging their bountiful flesh towards her nipples as she continues working your rod. The sight tickles something in the back of your mind, and just as you realize it reminds you of someone milking a goat, milk spurts forth from her erect teats.
Directing the streams back onto herself, Kalene thoroughly soaks your cock and her breasts in her milk, lubricating them splendidly as she increases the pace of her movements. Grinning at your shocked face, your mother slyly purrs, "It may have been a while since I gave birth, but I //am// the high priestess of a god of fertility; it doesn't take much to get my milk flowing again if I want it to." Between her milk easing the friction on your skin and more vigorous pace, you can feel the pleasure swell, and your dick responds in kind, growing harder and radiating heat.
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Female Version
*/<<else>>Coming to a decision, you reach back behind you to get a firm grasp on your mother's chiton and give it a sharp tug, pulling it off her. She lets out a surprised cry at her sudden nudity, but it turns into a pleased laugh as you pull her into your lap. Giving you an amorous look from under her lashes, Kalene says, "Well, I was just going to give you some quick relief before sending you on your way, but if you want to play..."
Wrapping your arms around each other, you pull her in for a deep kill, enjoying the feeling of her soft body pressed up against yours. You spend a few minutes like that, tongues entwined as the wet sounds of heavy kissing are absorbed by the dark curtains and rugs. Finally pulling away, panting, Kalene gasps, "W-we probably shouldn't drag this out //too// much, unfortunately. But to make it up, let me give you some //special// service..."
Sliding halfway beneath the low table, leaving only her torso in your lap, Kalene eagerly pulls your clothing aside, <<if $Mfem == true and $Msex == true>>and, gazing at your slit, says, "Still such a pretty pink I see, I'm honestly a little jealous, even with all the effort I put in I can't look quite that fresh anymore."<<else>>making an appreciative sound as your pink slit is revealed, "What a pretty little mound you have, though I suppose that might not be a compliment you want to hear."<</if>> Her pillowy breasts spill across your legs and the floor as she lowers her head to your groin and runs her lips down your cleft, causing you to shiver pleasantly. Seeing your reaction, your mother gives you a doting smile before sliding her tongue up and down your lower lips, its tip just barely slipping in now and then.
A few comfortable minutes pass as her mouth caresses every inch of your rapidly dampening crevice but, the stimulation isn't quite enough to satisfy, and you start to wonder when she's going to start. Which is almost exactly when your mother lightly bites down on your exposed clit, gently tugging and sucking at it. A small scream escapes you, and your whole body jumps slightly as a jolt of pleasure mixed with the barest tinge of pain shoots up your spine.
Seizing the opportunity, Kalene smoothly slides her arms underneath your legs when they jerk up and then pushes them higher to give her better access to your snatch. Grinning at your shocked face, your mother slyly purrs, "I //am// the high priestess of a god of fertility; I've been doing this for quite a while." As your mother begins eating you out in earnest, your head sinks back as the sensations course through you, hips pushing towards the source of pleasure with every movement.<</if>>
[[Next|Kalene Scry Sex 2]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>Now that the real fun has begun, pleasurable jolts work their way up and down your nerves as your mother's mammoth mammaries massage every inch of your rigid rod. It feels so good you find your hips are lifting a little with every movement, unconsciously trying to push yourself deeper into her soft flesh. Head cocked slightly to one side, Kalene's warm eyes drink in every tiny twitch and reaction you give with a soft smile as her surprisingly flexible body undulates against you.
As you feel the first stirrings of an orgasm finally start to build, you run your hands along her face and neck affectionately, and she lets out a low chuckle. Just as you're about to peak though, Kalene's movements slow almost to a stop, allowing the tension to quickly drain away to nothing. Your mother's chuckle turns to a small laugh at the look of consternation on your face as she slowly speeds back up, murmuring, "You need to learn patience, taking your time and enjoying things is so much more fulfilling in the end."
Her words do little to soothe your irritation, though, as she repeatedly pushes you to the very edge of climax, then abruptly pulls you back. Your <<DickDesc>> cock is throbbing with the need for release, and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from either begging for relief or shouting in frustration. The amused look on your mother's face as she bobs up and down on your shaft doesn't help, but the steady waves of pleasure make it difficult to hold any resentment.
Finally, and without any warning, Kalene doesn't stop moving as the surge of your orgasm starts to build, wet squelching sounds ringing out as she energetically kneads your rod between her tits. Finally cresting the hill you'd been so long denied, your dick erupts, splattering your mother's face and breasts with thick ropes of seed as relief and pleasure course through you. A small cry escapes her as she's coated in your cum, and she pretends to recoil but oddly only manages to angle your cock in such a way as to maximize the area getting covered.
Several minutes later, you're fairly certain you've been milked bone dry, though your rod occasionally twitches in a futile attempt to release more seed. Sighing deeply, Kalene brandishes her dirtied cleavage, and, in a mock dejected tone, says, "Just look at the mess you've made of me. It's going to take forever to clean up. Ah, but you've got to get on with your trial, so we should get you ready to go first." Head bobbing back down, she delicately sucks your slowly softening cock clean of the lingering remnants of milk and cum with enthusiasm.
/*
Female Version
*/<<else>>Now that the real fun has begun, pleasurable jolts work their way up and down your nerves as your mother's surprisingly long tongue massages every inch of your vagina. Your hips continue to lift a little with every movement, unconsciously trying to push her deeper into your soft flesh. Head cocked slightly to one side, Kalene's warm eyes drink in every tiny twitch and reaction you give with a soft smile as her surprisingly flexible body undulates against you.
As you feel the first stirrings of an orgasm finally start to build, you run your hands along her head and neck affectionately, and she lets out a muffled chuckle against you. Just as you're about to peak though, Kalene's movements slow almost to a stop, allowing the tension to quickly drain away to nothing. Your mother's chuckle turns to a small laugh at the look of consternation on your face as she slowly speeds back up, murmuring, "You need to learn patience, taking your time and enjoying things is so much more fulfilling in the end."
Her words do little to soothe your irritation, though, as she repeatedly pushes you to the very edge of climax, then abruptly pulls you back. Your crotch is throbbing with the need for release, and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from either begging for relief or shouting in frustration. The amused look in your mother's eyes as she eats out your snatch doesn't help, but the steady waves of pleasure make it difficult to hold any resentment.
Finally, and without any warning, Kalene doesn't stop moving as the surge of your orgasm starts to build, wet squelching sounds ringing out as she energetically flicks her tongue around your honeypot. Finally cresting the hill you'd been so long denied, your cleft erupts, splattering your mother's face and breasts with sprays of clear liquid as relief and pleasure course through you. A small cry escapes her as she's coated in your love juice, and she pretends to recoil, but oddly only manages to angle herself in such a way to maximize the area getting covered.
Several minutes later, you're fairly certain you've been milked bone dry, though your lips still occasionally quiver in an attempt to expel more juices. Sighing deeply, Kalene brandishes her dirtied cleavage and in a mock dejected tone, says, "Just look at the mess you've made of me. It's going to take forever to clean up. Ah, but you've got to get on with your trial, so we should get you ready to go first." Head bobbing back down, your mother delicately sucks your cleft clean of the lingering remnants of saliva and femme-cum with enthusiasm.<</if>>
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<<modlus -50>>
<<modlew 1>>
[[Next|Kalene Scry Sex Finish]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>Once your dick is licked thoroughly clean, Kalene draws herself back up, swallowing audibly and smacking her lips with a mischievous smile. Squirming out from under the table, your mother lets out a satisfied sigh and says, "Well, I hope you're feeling nice and refreshed and ready to tackle anything Lord Lysandrim might throw at you, because you're only about halfway done. Though probably the larger half, at least, since the lower levels are larger than the temple on the surface." Gently stroking your head, she continues, "I shouldn't keep you any longer; I want to see this whole mess done with and my chrýsion home safe and sound as soon as possible."
Pulling away reluctantly, Kalene reaches down and fumbles around in her discarded clothing, pulling out a familiar-looking delicate golden key, though this one has a circular handle, and says, "Speaking of, I suppose you'll probably need this. His Grace said to give it to you once you'd gotten your reading, though I don't know what it's for; he just said you'd already know." Dropping the key into your hand, she moves to a convenient pile of cushions and flops back down, one hand sliding down between her visibly wet thighs. Rising to your feet as well, you smooth your clothing and hair back into place and try not to pay too much attention to what your mother is doing.
<<modlus 5>>
Unable to help but sneak a few peeks as you slowly get ready to leave, Kalene calls out, "Mmmm, now go on, shoo, finish your business with Lord Lysandrim and go home. I'll be waiting for you with some fresh honeycakes. Ah!" Face hot, you tuck the key in with your other things and turn towards the door. As you leave, though, you can't help but wonder if things can possibly go back to normal after all of this.
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*/<<else>>Once your muff is licked thoroughly clean, Kalene draws herself back up, swallowing audibly and smacking her lips with a mischievous smile. Squirming out from under the table, your mother lets out a satisfied sigh and says, "Well, I hope you're feeling nice and refreshed and ready to tackle anything Lord Lysandrim might throw at you, because you're only about halfway done. Though probably the larger half, at least, since the lower levels are larger than the temple on the surface." Gently stroking your head, she continues, "I shouldn't keep you any longer; I want to see this whole mess done with and my chrýsion home safe and sound as soon as possible."
Pulling away reluctantly, Kalene reaches down and fumbles around in her discarded clothing, pulling out a familiar-looking golden key, though this one has a circular handle, and says, "Speaking of, I suppose you'll probably need this. His Grace said to give it to you once you'd gotten your reading, though I don't know what it's for; he just said you'd already know." Dropping the key into your hand, she moves to a convenient pile of cushions and flops back down, one hand sliding down between her visibly wet thighs. Rising to your feet as well, you smooth your clothing and hair back into place and try not to pay too much attention to what your mother is doing.
<<modlus 5>>
Unable to help but sneak a few peeks as you slowly get ready to leave, Kalene calls out, "Mmmm, now go on, shoo, finish your business with Lord Lysandrim and go home. I'll be waiting for you with some fresh honeycakes. Ah!" Face hot, you tuck the key in with your other things and turn towards the door. As you leave, though, you can't help but wonder if things can possibly go back to normal after all of this.<</if>>
[[Continue|North Corridor]]Stepping through the ornate door, you find yourself in a dimly-lit room that is difficult to make out the dimensions of. Thick sheets of cloth obscure the walls, and a pall of aromatic smoke issues from the few braziers set up around the center of the room. The room could be massive or confined to the dimly lit area in front of you.
In the center of the lit portion is a small, low table of the same dark wood as the door and just as intricately carved and polished. The only object upon it is a perfectly clear orb larger than your head and polished to a mirror sheen that glints even in the limited light available. Arrayed around the table are many thick, soft carpets and cushions made of rich cloth, with gold braziers set far enough back to not intrude, but still inundate the area with the scent of incense and just enough light to see through the thin smoke.
Just barely visible behind the table is a <<if $corruption >= 10 and $corruption >= $divinity>>large object shrouded underneath a cloth<<else>>statue of Lysandrim in an unusually pensive pose<</if>>. Moving closer to the table, you glance around but see no one, and nothing appears in the orb but your own reflection when you look into it. You're just about to head back towards the door when you hear a rustle of cloth and turn to see a figure step out from the shadows.
<<if $corruption >= 5 and $corruption >= $divinity>>[[Next|Kalene Scrying Corruption 1]]<<elseif $divinity >= 5>>[[Next|Kalene Scrying Divine 1]]<<else>>[[Next|Kalene Scrying 2]]<</if>>/*Corrupt Intro*/<<if $Mcor is true>>Sliding out of the darkness, hips swaying seductively, your mother steps into the dimly lit circle, full red lips pulling upwards into an inviting smile as she meets your gaze. <<if $Mfem == true and $genF == false>>Glancing over your restored form, she calls out, "I see you found a way back to your old body, just as I was getting used to the idea of having three daughters." <<elseif $Mfem == false and $genF == true>>Glacing over your transformed body, she calls out, "I see you've fallen for one of his Grace's little traps, or was it by choice, perhaps?" <</if>>You weren't expecting to meet her again before you finished the trial, but you suppose it makes sense she'd have a proper part to play, she is Lysandrim's high priestess, after all, and your previous encounter was a just a favor to her. Sadly, it appears she has found some clothes in the interim, though her loose black chiton has a plunging neckline low enough to give you a generous view of her cleavage.
The glossy, silken folds whisper as she prowls over to your side and plants a long, slow kiss on your lips. Heat stirs within you, but when you try to wrap your arms around her, your mother slides away nimbly and wags a finger, purring, "Now now now, I can't let you go and seduce me again so easily. Yet. I've got official business with you this time, and his Grace would be quite cross with me if I neglected it." The sideways wink she sends you suggests she isn't too worried, but she gestures you towards the low table anyways and walks to the opposite side, hips swaying.
<<modlus 10>>
<<if $genF == true and visited("Feminine Acceptance")>>
Before you take a seat though, you work up your courage and awkwardly explain your decision to go by a new name. Your mother's brows lift in surprise as she turns back towards you and stares for a moment before softly exclaiming, "My my my, but that means...oh darling we definitely need to have a talk, but there just isn't //time// right now." You give her a crooked grin and tell her not to fuss so much and just to deal with the matter at hand for now.<</if>>
Sitting down on a cushion, you think you've got a pretty good idea of where you are now, the Oracle of Lysandrim isn't nearly as famous as most of the other deities', but he does still have one, though from talk you've heard people only seek it out occasionally to divine who their perfect match is, or whether a child was fathered by them. Kalene gracefully kneels down across the table and moves her hands close to the polished orb, just barely avoiding touching it, and says, "Lysandrim has tasked me with revealing a few things to you, as his voice, so if you'd please look into the Oracle, we can get started." You oblige, wondering what exactly a god might want to tell you, it's already shocking that Lysandrim appeared to heal you personally./*Divine Intro*/<<elseif $Mdiv is true>>Sliding out of the darkness, body swaying elegantly, your mother steps into the dimly lit circle, full lips pulling upwards into a beaming smile as she meets your gaze. <<if $Mfem == true and $genF == false>>Glancing over your restored form, she calls out, "I see you found a way back to your old body, just as I was getting used to the idea of having three daughters." <<elseif $Mfem == false and $genF == true>>Glacing over your transformed body, she calls out, "I see you've fallen for one of his Grace's little traps, or was it by choice, perhaps?" <</if>>You weren't expecting to meet her again before you finished the trial, but you suppose it makes sense she'd have a proper part to play, she is Lysandrim's high priestess, after all, and your previous encounter was a just a favor to her. Sadly, it appears she has found some clothes in the interim, though her white chiton clings to her body alluringly and is ever so slightly sheer, just enough to give a vague impression of her body underneath.
The glossy, silken folds whisper as she sashays over to your side and plants a long, slow kiss on your lips. A glow blooms within you, but when you try to wrap your arms around her, your mother slides away nimbly and wags a finger, purring, "Now now now, I can't let you go and ensnare me again so easily. Yet. I've got official business with you this time, and his Grace would be quite cross with me if I neglected it." The sideways wink she sends you suggests she isn't too worried, but she gestures you towards the low table anyways and walks to the opposite side, hips swinging.
<<modlus 10>>
<<if $genF == true and visited("Feminine Acceptance")>>
Before you take a seat though, you work up your courage and awkwardly explain your decision to go by a new name. Your mother's brows lift in surprise as she turns back towards you and stares for a moment before softly exclaiming, "My my my, but that means...oh darling we definitely need to have a talk, but there just isn't //time// right now." You give her a crooked grin and tell her not to fuss so much and just to deal with the matter at hand for now.<</if>>\
Sitting down on a cushion, you think you've got a pretty good idea of where you are now, the Oracle of Lysandrim isn't nearly as famous as most of the other deities', but he does still have one, though from talk you've heard people only seek it out occasionally to divine who their perfect match is, or whether a child was fathered by them. Kalene gracefully kneels down across the table and moves her hands close to the polished orb, just barely avoiding touching it, and says, "Lysandrim has tasked me with revealing a few things to you, as his voice, so if you'd please look into the Oracle, we can get started." You oblige, wondering what exactly a god might want to tell you, it's already shocking that Lysandrim appeared to heal you personally./*Normal Intro Sex*/<<elseif $Msex == true>>Sliding out of the darkness confidently, your mother steps into the dimly lit circle, lips pulling upwards into a hungry smile as she meets your gaze. <<if $Mfem == true and $genF == false>>Glancing over your restored form, she calls out, "I see you found a way back to your old body, just as I was getting used to the idea of having three daughters." <<elseif $Mfem == false and $genF == true>>Glacing over your transformed body, she calls out, "I see you've fallen for one of his Grace's little traps or was it by choice, perhaps?" <</if>>You weren't expecting to meet her again before you finished the trial, but you suppose it makes sense she'd have a proper part to play, she is Lysandrim's high priestess, after all, and your previous encounter was a just a favor to her. Sadly, it appears she has found some clothes in the interim, the typical elaborate high priestess chiton you've seen her in countless times, though this one has a long slit in the skirt showing off her smooth legs and glittering golden sandals with high heels wrapped around her feet.
The garb swishes dramatically as she strides over to your side and plants a long, slow kiss on your lips. Lustful memories bloom within you, but when you try to wrap your arms around her, your mother slides away nimbly and wags a finger, purring, "Now now now, not so fast. This time mama has official business with you before we can have any fun, and his Grace would be quite cross with me if I neglected it." The sultry look she sends you suggests your patience will be rewarded, and she gestures you towards the low table while walking towards the opposite side, hips swaying.
<<modlus 10>>
<<if $genF == true and visited("Feminine Acceptance")>>
Before you take a seat though, you work up your courage and awkwardly explain your decision to go by a new name. Your mother's brows lift in surprise as she turns back towards you and stares for a moment before softly exclaiming, "My my my, but that means...oh darling we definitely need to have a talk, but there just isn't //time// right now." You give her a crooked grin and tell her not to fuss so much and just to deal with the matter at hand for now.<</if>>\
Sitting down on a cushion, you think you've got a pretty good idea of where you are now, the Oracle of Lysandrim isn't nearly as famous as most of the other deities', but he does still have one, though from talk you've heard people only seek it out occasionally to divine who their perfect match is, or whether a child was fathered by them. Kalene gracefully kneels down across the table and moves her hands close to the polished orb, just barely avoiding touching it, and says, "Lysandrim has tasked me with revealing a few things to you, as his voice, so if you'd please look into the Oracle, we can get started." You oblige, wondering what exactly a god might want to tell you, it's already shocking that Lysandrim appeared to heal you personally./*Normal Intro Rejected*/<<else>>Sliding out of the darkness hesitantly, your mother steps into the dimly lit circle, lips pulling upwards into an awkward smile as she meets your gaze. <<if $Mfem == true and $genF == false>>Glancing over your restored form, she calls out, "Ah, I-I see you found a way back to your old body, good for you." <<elseif $Mfem == false and $genF == true>>Glacing over your transformed body, she calls out, "Oh dear, you fell into one of his Grace's little traps, or...was it by choice?" <</if>>You weren't expecting to meet her again before you finished the trial, but you suppose it makes sense she'd have a proper part to play, she is Lysandrim's high priestess, after all, and your previous encounter was a just a favor to her. To your relief, it appears she has found some clothes in the interim, the usual elaborate high priestess chiton you've seen her in countless times.
Her garb swishes dramatically as she strides over to you and hugs you gently, this time being careful not to draw too close. A little regret blooms within you when you recall how your last meeting ended, but almost like she can sense your conflicted emotions your mother pulls away and reassures you, "Now now, this time I have some official business with you, so no point in worrying about the past." She looks a little contrite and vulnerable as she gestures you towards the low table, walking towards the opposite side herself.
<<if $genF == true and visited("Feminine Acceptance")>>
Before you take a seat though, you work up your courage and awkwardly explain your decision to go by a new name. Your mother's brows lift in surprise as she turns back towards you and stares for a moment before softly exclaiming, "My my my, but that means...oh darling we definitely need to have a talk, but there just isn't //time// right now." You give her a crooked grin and tell her not to fuss so much and just to deal with the matter at hand for now.<</if>>\
Sitting down on a cushion, you think you've got a pretty good idea of where you are now, the Oracle of Lysandrim isn't nearly as famous as most of the other deities', but he does still have one, though from talk you've heard people only seek it out occasionally to divine who their perfect match is, or whether a child was fathered by them. Kalene gracefully kneels down across the table and moves her hands close to the polished orb, just barely avoiding touching it, and says, "Lysandrim has tasked me with revealing a few things to you, as his voice, so if you'd please look into the Oracle, we can get started." You oblige, wondering what exactly a god might want to tell you, it's already shocking that Lysandrim appeared to heal you personally.<</if>>
[[Next|Kalene Scrying 3]]Gazing into the clear orb, you see nothing other than your own distorted reflection at first, but as your mother murmurs a few words under her breath, a roiling fog gradually obscures the inside of the ball. Closing her eyes, Kalene begins to hum almost imperceptibly, hands still hovering just over the surface of the crystal. The fog does not part or form any shapes, though, and you begin to wonder if you're supposed to do something other than stare at the ball cluelessly.
After a length of silence long enough to be uncomfortable, but too short to be called an egregious waste of time, your mother suddenly speaks in a clear, flat monotone, "You may have noticed odd changes or feelings in yourself or others, child of my flock, but you need not worry overmuch, these are all merely the result of the trial and my complete influence over this space amplifying or manifesting any faint echos of desire, for good or ill." Pausing for a short moment, in a voice that somehow manages to seem disinterested despite the flat tone, your mother adds, "Finish my trial and prove my mercy was not wasted."
With that, the orb starts to turn clear, your reflection slowly returning as the fog dissipates. Blinking in the dim light, you cock your head, wondering aloud if that was it. Your mother's brow furrows, and she seems to be concentrating deeply as she hesitantly murmurs, "Well, it feels almost like there might be something more, but...no, there's nothing. His Grace has nothing more to say, it seems." The crystal finishes returning to its natural clarity, and Kalene's hands slide down to the table.
A bit perplexed that a god would go to all this trouble merely to tell you everything's fine, carry on, you can't help but feel there must be more to it, though you have no clue what it might be. Preoccupied with your thoughts, you hardly notice what your mother's doing until you feel her arms wrapping around you from behind with a chuckle. Trailing one finger slowly down your chest, Kalene's voice is pitched low as she purrs, "Now that that business is out of the way, why don't you let me help relieve some of the stress you're carrying around? You still have a long road ahead of you, after all."
Even with clothes on, having your mother pressed up against you is almost overwhelming, her heavy breasts practically engulfing your shoulders as she leans down against you. Her scent fills your nostrils, and thoughts of gods and trials quickly vanish from your mind as her hand makes its way to your lap. While her behavior isn't exactly surprising after your last encounter, you've only got a few moments to act before she's running the show.
<<modlus 10>>
[[Let her continue|Kalene Handjob]]
[[Reach back and pull off her chiton|Kalene Scry Sex]]
[[Pull away|Kalene Scry Reject]]Gazing into the clear orb, you see nothing other than your own distorted reflection at first, but as your mother murmurs a few words under her breath, a roiling fog gradually obscures the inside of the ball. Closing her eyes, Kalene begins to hum almost imperceptibly, hands still hovering just over the surface of the crystal. The fog does not part or form any shapes, though, and you begin to grow impatient, wondering if you're supposed to do something other than stare at the ball cluelessly.
Just as you're ready to call this whole thing a waste of time, a flicker of gold catches your eye, and the fog parts slightly, revealing a tiny image that quickly grows larger. As you stare intently at it, it resolves into the picture of an incredibly attractive man in a pure white exomie holding aloft what you could only describe as a spear made of pure light. The man looks vaguely familiar, but you're certain you've never met anyone who looked that perfect; even the statues depicting Lysandrim don't look that good, unless...
As you realize who this must be, the man pulls his arm back and casually tosses the spear, which hurtles away with incredible speed nonetheless. The image in the orb is following the spear now as it heads towards its target, which appears to be the side of a modestly-sized cliff, and as it draws closer, you can just make out a small figure walking along the top. A shiver works its way down your spine for some reason as you watch the missile quickly approach and impact the cliffside just below the moving figure.
The shock of the impact shakes the entire cliff and causes a section of the edge to collapse and fall away, taking the figure with it. You reel backward in confusion as memories of a loud crack and falling through the air hit you just as you get a good look at the person falling, and realize you're looking into your own face. The enormity of this revelation hits you like a club to the head as your brain slowly tries to digest what this means.
So your fall was caused by Lysandrim, but why? Was it an accident? That makes little sense; why would he throw a spear at a random cliffside, and if so, why put you through this whole trial charade instead of just healing you and moving on? As you wonder what possible reason there could be to make you fall on purpose, the image in the orb shifts, showing a familiar room in which two figures are intertwined.
[[Next|Kalene Scrying Corrupt 3]]It appears to be the room you woke up in earlier, in the deepest part of the temple, though it seems more decorated than you remember, with flowers scattered about and floating in the pool and thick cloth layered on the altar. Atop which a man and woman are vigorously coupling in full view of the statue of Lysandrim, or would be if the statue was there, but it appears to be absent. The image moves in closer to the couple, near enough that you can practically hear the sounds of their moans until you realize you actually //can//; the crystal orb can apparently project sound, too, though it's a bit distorted.
The man is clearly Lysandrim; he looks identical to the previous scene, aside from being unclothed. The woman, however, is more difficult to make out beneath him, apart from the cascade of black hair spilling over the altar. You'd guess she's a bit younger than you, and the brief glimpses of her face elicit a feeling of recognition that you can't quite place; her erotic cries stir up a few //other// feelings in you as well as you shift in your seat. You've been so fixated on the scene before you that you'd almost forgotten your mother was still here until she sucks in a sharp breath, and you glance up at her. Which is when your brain clicks the last piece in place and realizes why the girl looked so familiar; she's a dead ringer for a younger version of the face across the table.
Your eyebrows raise slightly, but you shouldn't really be surprised; there have always been rumors floating around about Lysandrim bedding his priestesses. Some said it was only the most beautiful ones that caught his eye, others that it was part of the ritual of being raised to a priestess, and that was why homelier women and men tended to stay acolytes. Either way, your mother fucked a god at some point, but your attention is drawn back to the orb by a scream of passion before you can process that any further.
The young Kalene is convulsing in ecstasy beneath the god of pleasure, and it seems they've entered the final stretch, sweat-stained bodies pressed together and shuddering as they start to climax. You begin to wonder why this is being shown to you at all; is Lysandrim just trying to show off that he banged your mother and made you fall off the cliff? Why? Is he upset that you've always avoided the temple? It seems unlikely an actual god would care enough about the actions of one young man to go to all this trouble just for that. Drop you off a cliff in a passing fit of pique, maybe, but set up this whole trial?
Struggling to understand, your eye is drawn back to the scene when a glint catches it. The action seems to have ended, and Lysandrim is sitting off to one side, stroking your mother's head as she lies panting on the altar; what caught your eye, however, is a soft glow that has bloomed on your mother's skin just above her groin. This just further adds to your confusion, though, until the scene shifts suddenly again.
[[Next|Kalene Scrying Corrupt 4]]Something feels different this time, however; the picture doesn't change cleanly but rather flickers and grows dark, black clouds twisting through the orb as the room itself feels dimmer. Staring fixedly into the roiling black mass, you feel a twinge of...recognition? from deep in your guts, and reach out a finger to touch the orb. As if it senses your presence, the seething black fog condenses and forms a shadowy monotone scene, similar to the previous one.
You can see the same circular room, but Lysandrim is gone, seemingly having left your naked younger mother supine upon the altar, panting and disheveled, presumably recuperating from her recent divine coitus. This is likely why she doesn't appear to notice a dark cloud coalescing into the indistinct shape of a person at the edge of the room and approaching her. The monotone hues make it hard to tell, but through the shifting, seething mass, you catch glimpses of what looks like dark, muscular skin and strange clothing as the view draws nearer to the interloper.
Not realizing until it's far too late, the young Kalene is taken completely by surprise when the dark figure steps next to the altar, only barely able to start jerking up before it seizes her hands and pins her down against the stone, bending down and grinding against her as it presses what is presumably it's face to hers in what looks like a deep kiss. She puts up some weak resistance at first, but eventually, your mother succumbs to the shadowy entity, writhing beneath it as it crawls atop her, just as she was with Lysandrim. The black mist thins a little, letting you see more frequent and larger pieces of the mystery figure; they're clearly a man wearing exotic clothing that leaves much of their body exposed, well-built with dark skin and hair, and some sort of pattern or tattoo across much of their figure.
Your mother's limbs convulse in time to the stranger's thrusts, and she's clearly lost in the throes of overwhelming pleasure despite the brutal, self-serving movements of the being atop her as he carelessly ravages her. Tendrils of darkness peel away to wrap around her body until they are absorbed by her skin, causing her to howl increasingly wild cries of muffled pleasure against her assailant. Eventually, the mist parts slightly, and the view has shifted enough to allow a glimpse of the man's eyes, exposing you to the first splash of color in the otherwise monotone scene in the shining red pupils looking out from amidst his otherwise obsidian-black eyes.
A second gasp escapes the Kalene across the table from you, reminding you that the woman in the orb is also right here, though this time, your mother's eyes are wide in horrified recognition, rather than surprise. The action in the orb, meanwhile, seems to be approaching an end, entwined bodies slamming into each other with wild abandon until finally freezing in place, a muffled scream echoing through the room. Your mother's body shudders heavily as it accepts the dark man's seed, and from the gap between their bodies, you notice the tiny flicker of light above her groin slowly turning black.
[[Next|Kalene Scrying Corrupt 5]]Agast, your mother across from you whispers hoarsely to herself, "No, that was just a dream, a strange dream...wasn't it?" Meanwhile, the orb flickers a few times, and most of the darkness melts away as the orb resumes more normal operation. Rather than one fluid scene, though, the orb is now flashing through a series of still images, all focused on the younger Kalene in various poses and clothes. The only other thing that changes is your mother's belly, which gets a little bigger in every image, a patch of lingering darkness hovering over it.
This pattern continues until her gravid stomach dominates her slim frame, looking ready to pop any second, then the image shifts to show a new scene, now inside of a stone room with a pregnant woman, presumably your mother, lying on a bed as women bustle in and out and hover around her. Muffled gasps and heavy breathing echo faintly from the sphere as it slowly zooms in on the scene of your mother in the midst of labor; fortunately, it seems to have come in at the end rather than the beginning, the women surrounding her whispering excitedly that they can see the head. With one final deep breath, Kalene arches her back and tenses up and, with a moan that sounds suspiciously sweet, squeezes out a soaked, wailing infant from between her legs.
The other women quickly and efficiently tend to the babe and place it in its mother's arms, where she beams happily down at its beet-red face while cradling it gently against her. The orb has zoomed in so closely on the pair now you can't really make out what the others are saying now other than an indistinct murmur, but the young Kalene responds, "Of course I've already decided on a name, we've had seven months to think about it after all, this little one is-" You already know which of you this is, given everything, but a faint echo of incredulous surprise creeps up on you nonetheless as the name "-<<print $PlayerName>>" passes your mother's lips and the orb goes blank.
Left to your own devices, now, your conscious mind takes a few minutes to catch up, but your gut already understands the implications of everything you've been shown, mostly. Who or what was that dark figure that seduced your young mother, and is he your actual father, or is Lysandrim? You get the feeling Lysandrim didn't send that dark part of the vision, so he presumably doesn't even know it happened. While trying to digest everything that's just been dumped on you, you glance up to see your mother looking at you with a strange expression.
[[Next|Kalene Scrying Corrupt 6]]Rather than confusion, concern, or even horror, the only way you could possibly interpret her expression is curiosity, the kind when someone knows exactly what they're looking at, but is keenly interested nonetheless, and she gives you a predatory smile when you meet her gaze. Every hair on the back of your neck stands up as she looks at you, and eventually purrs in a voice similar to, but somehow completely distinct from your mother's, "Well now, it's so good to finally get a chance to meet you, hmm, how would you say it? Ah yes, my little paragyiós<<if $genF is true>>, or should I use progoní now?<<else>>.<</if>>" Her mannerisms have all completely changed; it's like she's an entirely different person now, and she referred to you as if you were her stepchild, not her own.
Thoroughly unsettled, you slowly ask who she is, and her smile widens for a long moment before she replies in a sickly sweet tone of feigned innocence, "Me? Why, I'm your darling mother, of course...though I suppose I shouldn't tease you too much, you did get a mountain of confusing revelations dropped on your head, and that just after the walking libido dropped you off a mountain." Her wicked smile never leaves her face as her eyes expertly dissect you, and she continues, "I am called Veh by some, though they often append a disparaging title to it, not that I mind-" That name tickles something faint in the back of your mind, but you can't quite grasp whatever memory it stirred, and it flits away as her voice distracts you, "-anyway, I am your actual father's, um, consort? Oh, fuck the flowery terms, I'm his woman."
The brazen language casually tumbling from her lips is almost as unsettling as her complete change of demeanor, and you demand to know what happened to your mother. Her amused look doesn't falter one iota, but she does affect a placating tone as she assures you, "Oh, don't worry, she's still right here; I'm just borrowing her body for a bit while she tries to come to terms with what she did<<if visited("Kalene Corruption After")>>, though I must compliment you on doing such an excellent job preparing her, she's already so flooded with your shadows it was like slipping into a comfortable old glove."<<else>>."<</if>> That's not entirely reassuring, but you see no gain in pushing any further, so instead, you simply ask what she wants.
Her smile widens once again as she replies in a voice positively dripping with innuendo, "Oh, there are many, //many// things I want, too many to count, but right here and now? I just wanted to say hello now that our darling little one has finally started to wake to their true potential. We were beginning to worry you never would, which would have been a tragic waste." That doesn't really tell you anything; frustrated now, you fire off a barrage of questions about who this 'we' is, who your //father// really is, and what the hell is going on. Still smiling knowingly, the woman wearing your mother's face wags a finger at you and slides closer, placing a hand on your leg familiarly.
"Sooo impatient, just like your father. I'd gladly tell you his name, but even a god as feckless as Lysandrim would notice //that// name being invoked in his own temple. As for what's going on, well, the short of it is, my master saw a golden opportunity to sneak his influence into a new area, seduced your mother before Lysandrim's essence inside her had taken root, and planted you in her belly instead. A delightful little...oh what's it called in that story your people like so much...ah yes, Phaestian Horse, that's it; such a dreadfully long, boring story, to be honest."
[[Next|Kalene Scrying Corrupt 7]]Furrowing your brow, you consider what that means while Veh continues on, "Now, you might be aware already, but it's an open secret that there's a little prophecy about Lysandrim, that only his son can replace him. You can probably see where this is going now, right?" <<if visited("Have a chat with her")>>You had heard that before, so<<else>>So<</if>> your actual father is hoping you'll replace Lysandrim, and assuming you'll be inclined to listen to him because he sired you, despite never even having met him? Seems a bit sketchy the longer you consider it, then, realizing something, you stop and point out that wouldn't that mean you aren't Lysandrim's son?
The woman wearing your mother's face seems unfazed, answering matter-of-factly, "Ah, yes, I can see why that would confuse someone raised by mortals. Gods and spirits work differently, you still have Lysandrim's essence in you, just subsumed by your true sires'. Plus, the fop still sees you as his son, which would probably be plenty for the prophecy; they don't get hung up on the details. Except the Aang ones, those people would turn a dinner invitation into a binding contract." Okay, that mostly makes sense, sort of, which just leaves the question of what they expect from you; so far, this Veh has seemed fairly frank, so you just flat out ask if they expect you to be a good little obedient son now that they've finally approached you after all these years.
That gets a throaty laugh from the woman, her smile widening as she purrs, "No, your father expects the apple to not fall far from the tree, which so far seems to be going swimmingly now that Lysandrim's nudged things along. He doesn't so much want to rule the world, as...twist it in his image. Though he probably also wouldn't complain if things ended up with him on top of everything. Enjoy yourself, do as you like, supplant Lysandrim, and paint this realm in your colors." Her hand creeps up your thigh to rest on your groin, "Personally, I'd prefer that; your methods seem more in line with my style than your father's, despite being his and not mine. Probably the fool's influence; at least he was good for something."
<<modlus 30>>
So all they want is just for you to do as you please? A refreshing change from the usual parental expectations you've butted up against for so long. Except for the replacing a god part, how the hell does one even do that; they're called gods for a reason. The few stories of it happening usually involved a child of two gods or godlike entities waging war against a tyrannical parent, never a half-mortal. As if reading your mind, Veh strokes your cheek with one finger and murmurs, "Don't worry about the details right now; the buffoon probably plans to groom you as his heir so he can fulfill the prophecy on his terms, but of course, if you see an opportunity to get proactive..."
Trailing off, Veh slides into your lap, straddling you, and with a husky voice, continues, "Mmmm, speaking of being proactive, why don't you start with taming this body? Your father already planted the seed in her, and she adores you. It would barely take a nudge to have her twined around your finger, and she's got a lot of influence for a mortal slut. Fuck her brains out, and you could mold her into whatever you like. I could even warm her up for you before I leave; what do you say? I wouldn't mind having a little taste myself; I'm dying to know what someone of your...unique origins feels like." The offer is tempting; her every movement drips sex, even more so than your mother at her most alluring, but can you trust a being like her?
[[Fuck Veh|Kalene Breaking 1]]
[[Turn her down|Kalene Breaking Reject]]/*Corrupt Intro*/<<if $Mcor is true>>Slinking out of the darkness, hips swaying seductively, your mother struts into the dim light, full red lips pulling upwards into an alluring smile as she meets your gaze. <<if $Mfem == true and $genF == false>>Glancing over your restored form, she calls out, "I see you found a way back to your old body, just as I was getting used to the idea of having three daughters." <<elseif $Mfem == false and $genF == true>>Glacing over your transformed body, she calls out, "I see you've fallen for one of his Grace's little traps, or was it by choice, perhaps?" <</if>>Seeing her again, you raise an eyebrow, but you suppose it makes sense after all, your previous encounter was just a favor to her. Sadly, it appears she has found some clothes in the interim, though her diaphanous black chiton has a plunging neckline so low every movement threatens to expose her groin.
The thin, gossamer folds whisper as she prowls over to your side and plants a long, slow kiss on your lips. Molten heat stirs within you as you wrap an arm around her, but after a while, your mother purrs, "Now now now, I can't let you go and seduce me again so easily. Yet. I've got official business with you this time, and his Grace would be quite cross with me if I neglected it." The sideways wink she sends you suggests she isn't too worried, but she gestures you towards the low table anyways and struts to the opposite side, pert ass swaying bewitchingly.
<<modlus 10>>
<<if $genF == true and visited("Feminine Acceptance")>>
Before you take a seat, you work up your courage and awkwardly explain your decision to go by a new name. Your mother's brows lift in surprise as she turns back towards you and stares for a moment before softly exclaiming, "My my my, but that means...oh, darling, we definitely need to have a talk, but there just isn't //time// right now." You give her a crooked grin and tell her not to fuss so much and deal with the matter at hand for now.<</if>>\
Sitting down on a cushion, you think you've got a pretty good idea of where you are now, the Oracle of Lysandrim isn't nearly as famous as most of the other deities', but he does still have one; though from talk you've heard, people only seek it out for trifling matters. Kalene gracefully kneels across the table and moves her hands close to the polished orb, just barely avoiding touching it, and says, "Lysandrim has tasked me with revealing a few things to you, as his voice, so if you'd please look into the Oracle, we can get started." You oblige, wondering what a god might want to tell you; it's already shocking that Lysandrim appeared to heal you personally./*Divine Intro*/<<elseif $Mdiv is true>>Sliding out of the darkness, body swaying elegantly, your mother steps into the dimly lit circle, full lips pulling upwards into a beaming smile as she meets your gaze. <<if $Mfem == true and $genF == false>>Glancing over your restored form, she calls out, "I see you found a way back to your old body, just as I was getting used to the idea of having three daughters." <<elseif $Mfem == false and $genF == true>>Glacing over your transformed body, she calls out, "I see you've fallen for one of his Grace's little traps, or was it by choice, perhaps?" <</if>>Seeing her again, you raise an eyebrow, but it does makes sense; your previous encounter was just a favor to her after all. Sadly, it appears she has found some clothes in the interim, though her white chiton clings to her body alluringly and is ever so slightly sheer, just enough to give a vague impression of her body underneath.
The glossy, silken folds whisper as she sashays over to your side and plants a long, slow kiss on your lips. A glow blooms within you, but when you try to wrap your arms around her, your mother slides away nimbly and wags a finger, purring, "Now now now, I can't let you go and ensnare me again so easily. Yet. I've got official business with you this time, and his Grace would be quite cross with me if I neglected it." The sideways wink she sends you suggests she isn't too worried, but she gestures you towards the low table anyway and walks to the opposite side, hips swinging.
<<modlus 10>>
<<if $genF == true and visited("Feminine Acceptance")>>
Before you take a seat, you work up your courage and awkwardly explain your decision to go by a new name. Your mother's brows lift in surprise as she turns back towards you and stares for a moment before softly exclaiming, "My my my, but that means...oh, darling, we definitely need to have a talk, but there just isn't //time// right now." You give her a crooked grin and tell her not to fuss so much and to deal with the matter at hand for now.<</if>>\
Taking a seat, you've got a pretty good idea of where you are now; the Oracle of Lysandrim isn't nearly as famous as most other deities', but he does still have one, though from talk you've heard people only seek it out occasionally for trifling matters. Kalene gracefully kneels across the table and moves her hands close to the polished orb, just barely avoiding touching it, and says, "Lysandrim has tasked me with revealing a few things to you, as his voice, so if you'd please look into the Oracle, we can get started." You oblige, wondering what a god might want to tell you; it's already shocking that Lysandrim appeared to heal you personally./*Normal Intro Sex*/<<elseif $Msex == true>>Sliding out of the darkness confidently, your mother steps into the dimly lit circle, lips pulling upwards into a hungry smile as she meets your gaze. <<if $Mfem == true and $genF == false>>Glancing over your restored form, she calls out, "I see you found a way back to your old body, just as I was getting used to the idea of having three daughters." <<elseif $Mfem == false and $genF == true>>Glacing over your transformed body, she calls out, "I see you've fallen for one of his Grace's little traps or, was it by choice, perhaps?" <</if>>Seeing her again, you raise an eyebrow, but it makes sense; your previous encounter was just a favor to her after all. Sadly, it appears she has found some clothes in the interim, the typical elaborate high priestess chiton you've seen her in countless times, though this one has a long slit in the skirt showing off her smooth legs and glittering golden sandals with high heels wrapped around her feet.
The garb swishes dramatically as she strides over to your side and plants a long, slow kiss on your lips. Lustful memories bloom within you, but when you try to wrap your arms around her, your mother slides away nimbly and wags a finger, purring, "Now now now, not so fast. This time mama has official business with you before we can have any fun, and his Grace would be quite cross with me if I neglected it." The sultry look she sends you suggests your patience will be rewarded, and she gestures you towards the low table while walking towards the opposite side, hips swaying.
<<modlus 10>>
<<if $genF == true and visited("Feminine Acceptance")>>
Before you take a seat though, you work up your courage and awkwardly explain your decision to go by a new name. Your mother's brows lift in surprise as she turns back towards you and stares for a moment before softly exclaiming, "My my my, but that means...oh, darling, we definitely need to have a talk, but there just isn't //time// right now." You give her a crooked grin and tell her not to fuss so much and to deal with the matter at hand for now.<</if>>\
Sitting down on a cushion, you think you've got a pretty good idea of where you are now; the Oracle of Lysandrim isn't nearly as famous as most of the other deities', but he does still have one, though from talk you've heard people only seek it out for trifling matters. Kalene gracefully kneels across the table and moves her hands close to the polished orb, just barely avoiding touching it, and says, "Lysandrim has tasked me with revealing a few things to you, as his voice, so if you'd please look into the Oracle, we can get started." You oblige, wondering what a god might want to tell you; it's already shocking that Lysandrim appeared to heal you personally./*Normal Intro Rejected*/<<else>>Sliding out of the darkness hesitantly, your mother steps into the dimly lit circle, lips pulling upwards into an awkward smile as she meets your gaze. <<if $Mfem == true and $genF == false>>Glancing over your restored form, she calls out, "Ah, I-I see you found a way back to your old body, good for you." <<elseif $Mfem == false and $genF == true>>Glacing over your transformed body, she calls out, "Oh dear, you fell into one of his Grace's little traps, or...was it by choice?" <</if>>Seeing her again, you raise an eyebrow, but it makes sense, your previous encounter was just a favor to her, after all. To your relief, it appears she has found some clothes in the interim, the familiar elaborate high priestess chiton you've seen her in countless times.
Her garb swishes dramatically as she strides over and hugs you gently, this time being careful not to draw too close. A little regret blooms within you when you recall how your last meeting ended, but almost like she can sense your conflicted emotions, your mother pulls away and tries to reassure you, "Now now, this time I have some official business with you, so no point in worrying about the past." She looks a little contrite and vulnerable as she gestures you towards the low table, walking towards the opposite side herself.
<<if $genF == true and visited("Feminine Acceptance")>>
Before you take a seat, you work up your courage and awkwardly explain your decision to go by a new name. Your mother's brows lift in surprise as she turns back towards you and stares for a moment before softly exclaiming, "My my my, but that means...oh, darling, we definitely need to have a talk, but there just isn't //time// right now." You give her a crooked grin and tell her not to fuss so much and to deal with the matter at hand for now.<</if>>\
Sitting down on a cushion, you think you've got a pretty good idea of where you are now; the Oracle of Lysandrim isn't nearly as famous as most of the other deities', but he does still have one, though from talk you've heard people only seek it out for trifling matters. Kalene gracefully kneels across the table and moves her hands close to the polished orb, just barely avoiding touching it, and says, "Lysandrim has tasked me with revealing a few things to you, as his voice, so if you'd please look into the Oracle, we can get started." You oblige, wondering what a god might want to tell you, it's already shocking that Lysandrim appeared to heal you personally.<</if>>
[[Next|Kalene Scrying Corrupt 2]]/*Corrupt Intro*/<<if $Mcor is true>>Sliding out of the darkness, hips swaying seductively, your mother steps into the dimly lit circle, full red lips pulling upwards into an inviting smile as she meets your gaze. <<if $Mfem == true and $genF == false>>Glancing over your restored form, she calls out, "I see you found a way back to your old body, just as I was getting used to the idea of having three daughters." <<elseif $Mfem == false and $genF == true>>Glacing over your transformed body, she calls out, "I see you've fallen for one of his Grace's little traps, or was it by choice, perhaps?" <</if>>You weren't expecting to meet her again before you finished the trial, but you suppose it makes sense she'd have a proper part to play in this, she is Lysandrim's high priestess, after all, and your previous encounter was a just a favor to her. Sadly, it appears she has found some clothes in the interim, though her loose black chiton has a plunging neckline low enough to give you a very generous view of her cleavage.
The glossy, silken folds whisper as she prowls over to your side and plants a long, slow kiss on your lips. Heat stirs within you, but when you try to wrap your arms around her, your mother slides away nimbly and wags a finger, purring, "Now now now, I can't let you go and seduce me again so easily. Yet. I've got official business with you this time, and his Grace would be quite cross with me if I neglected it." The sideways wink she sends you suggests she isn't too worried, but she gestures you towards the low table anyways and struts to the opposite side, hips swaying.
<<modlus 10>>
<<if $genF == true and visited("Feminine Acceptance")>>
Before you take a seat though, you work up your courage and awkwardly explain your decision to go by a new name. Your mother's brows lift in surprise as she turns back towards you and stares for a moment before softly exclaiming, "My my my, but that means...oh, darling, we definitely need to have a talk, but there just isn't //time// right now." You give her a crooked grin and tell her not to fuss so much and to just deal with the matter at hand for now.<</if>>\
Sitting down on a cushion, you think you've got a pretty good idea of where you are now; the Oracle of Lysandrim isn't nearly as famous as most of the other deities', but he does still have one, though from talk you've heard people only seek it out occasionally to divine who their perfect match is, or whether a child was fathered by them. Kalene gracefully kneels down across the table and moves her hands close to the polished orb, just barely avoiding touching it, and says, "Lysandrim has tasked me with revealing a few things to you, as his voice, so if you'd please look into the Oracle, we can get started." You oblige, wondering what exactly a god might want to tell you; it's already shocking that Lysandrim appeared to heal you personally./*Divine Intro*/<<elseif $Mdiv is true>>Sliding out of the darkness, body swaying elegantly, your mother steps into the dimly lit circle, full lips pulling upwards into a beaming smile as she meets your gaze. <<if $Mfem == true and $genF == false>>Glancing over your restored form, she calls out, "I see you found a way back to your old body, just as I was getting used to the idea of having three daughters." <<elseif $Mfem == false and $genF == true>>Glacing over your transformed body, she calls out, "I see you've fallen for one of his Grace's little traps, or was it by choice, perhaps?" <</if>>You weren't expecting to meet her again before you finished the trial, but you suppose it makes sense she'd have a proper part to play, she is Lysandrim's high priestess, after all, and your previous encounter was a just a favor to her. Sadly, it appears she has found some clothes in the interim, though her white chiton clings to her body alluringly and is ever so slightly sheer, just enough to give a vague impression of her body underneath.
The glossy, silken folds whisper as she sashays over to your side and plants a long, slow kiss on your lips. A glow blooms within you, but when you try to wrap your arms around her, your mother slides away nimbly and wags a finger, purring, "Now now now, I can't let you go and ensnare me again so easily. Yet. I've got official business with you this time, and his Grace would be quite cross with me if I neglected it." The sideways wink she sends you suggests she isn't too worried, but she gestures you towards the low table anyways and walks to the opposite side, hips swinging.
<<modlus 10>>
<<if $genF == true and visited("Feminine Acceptance")>>
Before you take a seat though, you work up your courage and awkwardly explain your decision to go by a new name. Your mother's brows lift in surprise as she turns back towards you and stares for a moment before softly exclaiming, "My my my, but that means...oh, darling, we definitely need to have a talk, but there just isn't //time// right now." You give her a crooked grin and tell her not to fuss so much and to just deal with the matter at hand for now.<</if>>\
Sitting down on a cushion, you think you've got a pretty good idea of where you are now; the Oracle of Lysandrim isn't nearly as famous as most of the other deities', but he does still have one, though from talk you've heard people only seek it out occasionally to divine who their perfect match is, or whether a child was fathered by them. Kalene gracefully kneels down across the table and moves her hands close to the polished orb, just barely avoiding touching it, and says, "Lysandrim has tasked me with revealing a few things to you, as his voice, so if you'd please look into the Oracle, we can get started." You oblige, wondering what exactly a god might want to tell you, it's already shocking that Lysandrim appeared to heal you personally./*Normal Intro Sex*/<<elseif $Msex == true>>Sliding out of the darkness confidently, your mother steps into the dimly lit circle, lips pulling upwards into a hungry smile as she meets your gaze. <<if $Mfem == true and $genF == false>>Glancing over your restored form, she calls out, "I see you found a way back to your old body, just as I was getting used to the idea of having three daughters." <<elseif $Mfem == false and $genF == true>>Glacing over your transformed body, she calls out, "I see you've fallen for one of his Grace's little traps or was it by choice, perhaps?" <</if>>You weren't expecting to meet her again before you finished the trial, but you suppose it makes sense she'd have a proper part to play, she is Lysandrim's high priestess, after all, and your previous encounter was a just a favor to her. Sadly, it appears she has found some clothes in the interim, the typical elaborate high priestess chiton you've seen her in countless times, though this one has a long slit in the skirt showing off her smooth legs and glittering golden sandals with high heels wrapped around her feet.
The garb swishes dramatically as she strides over to your side and plants a long, slow kiss on your lips. Lustful memories bloom within you, but when you try to wrap your arms around her, your mother slides away nimbly and wags a finger, purring, "Now now now, not so fast. This time mama has official business with you before we can have any fun, and his Grace would be quite cross with me if I neglected it." The sultry look she sends you suggests your patience will be rewarded, and she gestures you towards the low table while walking towards the opposite side, hips swaying.
<<modlus 10>>
<<if $genF == true and visited("Feminine Acceptance")>>
Before you take a seat though, you work up your courage and awkwardly explain your decision to go by a new name. Your mother's brows lift in surprise as she turns back towards you and stares for a moment before softly exclaiming, "My my my, but that means...oh, darling, we definitely need to have a talk, but there just isn't //time// right now." You give her a crooked grin and tell her not to fuss so much and to just deal with the matter at hand for now.<</if>>\
Sitting down on a cushion, you think you've got a pretty good idea of where you are now; the Oracle of Lysandrim isn't nearly as famous as most of the other deities', but he does still have one, though from talk you've heard people only seek it out occasionally to divine who their perfect match is, or whether a child was fathered by them. Kalene gracefully kneels down across the table and moves her hands close to the polished orb, just barely avoiding touching it, and says, "Lysandrim has tasked me with revealing a few things to you, as his voice, so if you'd please look into the Oracle, we can get started." You oblige, wondering what exactly a god might want to tell you, it's already shocking that Lysandrim appeared to heal you personally./*Normal Intro Rejected*/<<else>>Sliding out of the darkness hesitantly, your mother steps into the dimly lit circle, lips pulling upwards into an awkward smile as she meets your gaze. <<if $Mfem == true and $genF == false>>Glancing over your restored form, she calls out, "Ah, I-I see you found a way back to your old body, good for you." <<elseif $Mfem == false and $genF == true>>Glacing over your transformed body, she calls out, "Oh dear, you fell into one of his Grace's little traps, or...was it by choice?" <</if>>You weren't expecting to meet her again before you finished the trial, but you suppose it makes sense she'd have a proper part to play, she is Lysandrim's high priestess, after all, and your previous encounter was a just a favor to her. To your relief, it appears she has found some clothes in the interim, the usual elaborate high priestess chiton you've seen her in countless times.
Her garb swishes dramatically as she strides over to you and hugs you gently, this time being careful not to draw too close. A little regret blooms within you when you recall how your last meeting ended, but almost like she can sense your conflicted emotions, your mother pulls away and tries to reassure you, "Now now, this time I have some official business with you, so no point in worrying about the past." She looks a little contrite and vulnerable as she gestures you towards the low table, walking towards the opposite side herself.
<<if $genF == true and visited("Feminine Acceptance")>>
Before you take a seat though, you work up your courage and awkwardly explain your decision to go by a new name. Your mother's brows lift in surprise as she turns back towards you and stares for a moment before softly exclaiming, "My my my, but that means...oh, darling, we definitely need to have a talk, but there just isn't //time// right now." You give her a crooked grin and tell her not to fuss so much and to just deal with the matter at hand for now.<</if>>\
Sitting down on a cushion, you think you've got a pretty good idea of where you are now; the Oracle of Lysandrim isn't nearly as famous as most of the other deities', but he does still have one, though from talk you've heard people only seek it out occasionally to divine who their perfect match is, or whether a child was fathered by them. Kalene gracefully kneels down across the table and moves her hands close to the polished orb, just barely avoiding touching it, and says, "Lysandrim has tasked me with revealing a few things to you, as his voice, so if you'd please look into the Oracle, we can get started." You oblige, wondering what exactly a god might want to tell you, it's already shocking that Lysandrim appeared to heal you personally.<</if>>
[[Next|Kalene Scrying Divine 2]]Gazing into the clear orb, you see nothing other than your own distorted reflection at first, but as your mother murmurs a few words under her breath, a roiling fog gradually obscures the inside of the ball. Closing her eyes, Kalene begins to hum almost imperceptibly, hands still hovering just over the surface of the crystal. The fog does not part or form any shapes, though, and you begin to wonder if you're supposed to do something other than stare at the ball cluelessly.
Just as you're ready to call this whole thing a waste of time, a flicker of gold catches your eye, and the fog parts slightly, revealing a tiny image that quickly grows larger. As you stare intently at it, it resolves into the picture of an incredibly attractive man in a pure white exomie holding aloft what you could only describe as a spear made of pure light. The man looks vaguely familiar but you're certain you've never met anyone who looked that perfect, even the statues depicting Lysandrim don't look that good unless...that's because the sculptors couldn't capture the perfection of divinity in a mere carving of stone.
As you realize who this must be, the man pulls his arm back and casually throws the spear, which hurtles away with incredible speed nonetheless. The image in the orb is following the spear now as it heads towards its target, which appears to be the side of a modestly-sized cliff, and as it draws closer, you can just make out a small figure walking along the top. A shiver works its way down your spine for some reason, as you watch the missile quickly approach and impact the cliffside just below the moving figure.
The shock of the impact shakes the entire cliff and causes a section of the edge to collapse and fall away, taking the figure with it. You reel backward in confusion as memories of a loud crack and falling through the air hit you just as you get a good look at the person falling and realize you're looking into your own face. The enormity of this revelation hits you like a club to the head as your brain slowly tries to digest what this means.
So your fall was caused by Lysandrim, but why, was it an accident? That makes little sense, why would he throw a spear at a random cliffside, and if so, why put you through this whole trial charade instead of just healing you and moving on? As you wonder what possible reason there could be to make you fall on purpose, the image in the orb shifts, showing a familiar room in which two figures are intertwined.
[[Next|Kalene Scrying Divine 3]]It appears to be the room you woke up in earlier, in the deepest part of the temple, though it seems more decorated than you remember, with flowers scattered about and floating in the pool and thick cloth layered on the altar. Atop which a man and woman are vigorously coupling in full view of the statue of Lysandrim, or would be if the statue was there, but it appears to be absent. The image moves in closer to the couple, near enough that you can practically hear the sounds of their moans, until you realize you actually //can// hear them faintly; the crystal orb can apparently project sound too, though it's a bit distorted.
The man is clearly Lysandrim, he looks identical to the previous scene aside from being unclothed; the woman, however, is harder to make out beneath him, apart from the cascade of black hair spilling over the edge of the altar. You'd guess she's a bit younger than you, and the brief glimpses of her face elicit a feeling of recognition that you can't quite place. You've been so fixated on what you've been shown that you'd almost forgotten your mother was still here as well, until she sucks in a sharp breath and you glance up, which is precisely when you realize why the girl looked so familiar, she's a dead ringer for a younger version of the face across the table.
Your eyebrows raise slightly, but you suppose you really shouldn't be surprised, there's always been rumors floating around about Lysandrim bedding his priestesses. Some said it was only the most beautiful ones that caught his eye, others that it was part of the ritual of being raised to a priestess, and that was why homelier women and men tended to stay acolytes. Either way, your mother fucked a god at some point, but your attention is drawn back to the orb by a scream of passion before you can process that any further.
The young Kalene is convulsing in ecstasy beneath the god of pleasure, and it seems they've entered the final stretch, sweat-stained bodies pressed together and shuddering as they start to climax. You begin to wonder why this is being shown to you at all, is Lysandrim just trying to show off that he banged your mother and made you fall off the cliff? Why? Is he upset that you've always avoided the temple? It seems unlikely an actual god would care enough about the actions of one young man to go to all this trouble just for that. Drop you off a cliff in a fit of pique maybe, but set up this whole trial?
Struggling to understand, your eye is drawn back to the scene when a glint catches it. The action seems to have ended, and Lysandrim is sitting off to one side, stroking your mother's head as she lies panting on the altar; what caught your eye, however, is a soft glow that has bloomed on your mother's skin just above her groin. This just further adds to your confusion though, until the scene shifts suddenly again.
[[Next|Kalene Scrying Divine 4]]Rather than one fluid scene, the orb is now flashing through a series of still images, all focused on the younger Kalene in various poses and clothes. The only other thing that changes is your mother's belly, which gets a little bigger in every image and still glows faintly. This continues until her gravid stomach dominates her slim frame, looking ready to pop any second, then the image shifts to show a new scene, now inside of a stone room with a pregnant woman, presumably your mother, laying on a bed as women bustle in and out and hover around her.
Muffled gasps and heavy breathing echo faintly from the sphere as it slowly zooms in on the scene of your mother in the midst of labor; fortunately, it seems to have come in at the end rather than the beginning, the women surrounding her whispering excitedly that they can see the head. With one final deep breath, Kalene arches her back and tenses up and, with a moan that sounds suspiciously pleasant, squeezes out a soaked, wailing infant from between her legs. The other women quickly and efficiently tend to the babe and place it in its mother's arms, where she beams happily down at its beet-red face while cradling it gently against her.
The orb has zoomed in so closely on the pair now you can't really make out what the others are saying now other than an indistinct murmur, but the young Kalene responds, "Of course I've already decided on a name, we've had seven months to think about it after all, this little one is-" You have a strong inkling you already know which of you this is, given everything, but a faint echo of incredulous surprise creeps up on you nonetheless as the name "-<<print $PlayerName>>" passes your mother's lips and the orb goes blank.
Left to your own devices now, your conscious mind takes a few minutes to catch up, but your gut already understands the implications of everything you've been shown. <<if visited("Have a chat with her")>>If what that nymph said before was true, Lysandrim having a son would be a big deal, huge, even. That has to be why all this was set in motion.<<else>>If you're the son of Lysandrim, you guess that might be significant; you've only heard mention of his daughters, never sons, other than those fake ones that always end up with a gruesome fate. Is that what this is all about, some sort of test or something?<</if>>
You're reminded of your mother's presence across from you once more, as she quietly murmurs, "I see." Glancing up, you see a pensive look on her face before she closes her eyes and speaks more clearly, "I thought because you were a boy that you had to be Arsenios's, and the timing was just...coincidence; you seemed so typical growing up, until all this." Her face twitches momentarily before continuing, "Though I do wish His Grace had just told me instead of dropping you off a cliff and putting us through that."
[[Next|Kalene Scrying Divine 5]]This is a lot to take in all at once, but you try to keep a level head. Many things make more sense now, but even more questions keep popping into your head. What your mother said sticks out in particular, though; you can't really remember anything that ever happened that would indicate you were anything other than a typical village child, other than your dislike for being near the temple. Though, come to think of it, had it really been dislike or more of a...sense of unease, almost like you were being watched?
Other than that though, there was nothing, at least until this trial started. You've experienced some strange feelings and done things you couldn't have imagined a few days before, some of which still seem unreal to you. Could that be a result of your true heritage?
Overwhelming as it all is, you can't spend all day just sitting here pondering it, a fact that is underscored when your mother slides over to your side of the table and wraps her arms around you. Clutching your sides tightly, Kalene squeezes you against her, murmuring, "I'm not sure how to feel about this, my chrýsion. On the one hand, this could mean you're destined for great things, which excites me; however, those who get involved with the gods directly may burn the brightest, but they also fall the hardest, something we've already gotten a taste of."
Her grip on you tightens, and you reach back behind you to pat Kalene on the shoulder reassuringly, telling her she has nothing to worry about. Even if you're not so sure about that yourself, a fuzzy memory of the pain you felt after your own supposed father knocked you off a cliff briefly resurfacing. Still, it's probably best to put on a strong front for your mother's sake; she's probably had a harder time of it than you in some ways.
Speaking of hard things, the feeling of your mother's full bust pressing into your back has awoken certain parts of your anatomy, and the now-familiar feeling of warmth starts to blossom through you once again. Kalene's scent fills your nostrils, and you give the hands at your sides a considering look; it may just be your imagination, but are they ever so slowly sinking toward your waist? Credit where it's due; she's being much more subtle with her advances this time; perhaps you should 'reward' her?
[[Kiss her|Kalene Awakening 1]]
[[Stand to leave|Kalene Awakening Reject]]Heart pounding, you let yourself be pulled over to the bed, any hint of resistance having evaporated. Smiling amourously, your mother gently pushes you down on the bed, and reaches up, unwinding her hair from its elegant twists and coils. Shaking it out, she lets it fall around her body in luxurious curly black waves, then leans down to unfasten your belt. Pulling it and one of the clasps at your shoulders off, she slides your chiton off and lets it fall to the floor.
Watching her, you note absently that her flowing black hair does more to conceal her body than the sheer robe still loosely draping her. Seeing your eyes on her, she smiles and pulls her hair behind her back, then climbs on top of you until she's straddling your waist. Leaning back, she lets you get a good view of her mostly nude figure. Entranced by the movement of her full, heavy breasts as she breathes, she lets you admire her for a few moments more before lowering her head next to yours.
"You've grown into such a fine young man," She murmurs in your ear, going on, "every time I truly look at you, I can hardly believe my eyes." Gently, she runs her soft wet tongue up and around to lick your ear once, which sends a pleasant tingle down your spine, and whispers, "Now, I'm going to show you what real pleasure is." With that, she shifts so that you're staring into each other's faces, and she gently takes your lower lip between her teeth. Giving it a soft nibble, she pulls it back a bit before letting go and then lowers her body and lips against yours. Her kisses start short and fast, looking into your eyes and smiling the whole time, but then she licks her lips and presses them against yours passionately, making wet, erotic noises deep in her throat.
Her tongue probes against your mouth, searching for a way in, and you let her pull your mouth open and wrap her tongue around yours. Kissing you deeply, her eyes close, and you feel her body relax and stretch out on top of yours, even as her heartbeat starts to pound faster against your chest. As your tongue explores her mouth, you taste the delicate sweetness of pears, and you swallow eagerly as more of her saliva fills your mouth. Growing more and more excited, you slide your hands down to cup her round ass and squeeze it, eliciting a small, pleased exclamation from her, and she opens her eyes to gaze into yours. Looking at you deliberately, she begins wriggling and undulating her body against you, while bringing her hands up to cradle your head.
Head thick with lust, you find yourself moving one of your hands under her body and between her thighs, gently running your fingers over her soaking wet slit. You feel her stiffen, and her movements become more frenzied and aggressive as her tongue stabs into you, and her nails sink into the back of your head, almost painfully. Grinding her hips against your hand she demands more stimulation, and you oblige. Sliding two fingers inside her burning hot pussy you can feel it squeeze down on them tightly as she groans against your mouth.
You notice her other movements slow and stop until she's focusing solely on moving her hips back against your hand, trying to force it deeper inside her. You start stimulating her harder, moving your fingers around her vagina harder and faster. Separating from your lips, she lays her head against your chest, and you can feel her hot breath on your skin as she pants and gasps. Her drooling pussy is nice and open now, so you slide your other two fingers inside and start rubbing her clit with your thumb, enjoying the feeling of her constricting around your hand every time you brush against it. After a few minutes of this, you feel your mother start to tremble just before her vagina clamps around your hand like a vice, and she lets out a loud wordless moan as she climaxes.
[[Next|Kalene Sex 2]]Heart pounding, you let yourself be pulled over to the bed, any hint of resistance having evaporated. Grabbing something from a small table as she passes it, she tosses it onto the bed before pulling you over to it. Smiling amorously, your mother gently pushes you down on the bed, and reaches up, unwinding her hair from its elegant twists and coils. Shaking it out, she lets it fall around her body in luxurious black waves, then leans down to unfasten your belt. Pulling it and one of the clasps at your shoulders off, she slides your chiton off and lets it fall to the floor.
Watching her, you absently note that her flowing black hair does more to conceal her body than the sheer robe still loosely draping her. Seeing your eyes on her, she smiles and pulls her hair behind her back, then climbs on top of you until she's straddling your waist. Leaning back, she lets you get a good view of her mostly nude figure. She lets you admire the movement of her full heavy breasts as she breathes for a few moments more, before lowering her head next to yours.
Breath warm on your ear she murmurs, "You know, not everyone gets a chance to see how the other side lives, and being one of the fairer sex does come with its perks." With that, she slides a hand down your belly until it finds your slit, and then begins to delicately stimulate you with practiced ease. A hot sigh escapes your lips, and your hips push into her touch of their own accord. Chuckling, she runs her tongue up along your ear, then whispers, "Now, let me show you what real pleasure feels like." Sliding atop you, she presses the warm softness of her body against yours, continuing to caress the outside of your pussy with one hand while the other comes up to cradle your face.
Locking eyes with you, she gently takes your lower lip between her teeth. Giving it a soft nibble, she pulls it back a bit before letting go and then lowers her body and lips against yours. Her kisses start short and fast, looking into your eyes and smiling the whole time, but then she licks her lips and presses them against yours passionately, making wet, erotic noises deep in her throat. At the same time, she slips a finger inside your wet slit and starts skillfully stirring up your insides, causing sparks to fly inside your head.
Her tongue probes against your mouth, searching for a way in, and you let her pull your mouth open and wrap her tongue around yours. Kissing you deeply, her eyes close, and you feel her body relax and stretch out on top of yours, even as her heartbeat starts to pound faster against your chest. As your tongue explores her mouth, you taste the delicate sweetness of pears, and you swallow eagerly as more of her saliva fills your mouth. Growing more and more excited, you slide your hands down to cup her round ass and squeeze it, eliciting a small, pleased exclamation from her.
Head thick with lust, you move one of your hands under her body and between her thighs, gently running your fingers over her soaking wet slit. You feel her stiffen, and her movements become more aggressive as her tongue stabs into you. Grinding her hips against your hand, she demands more stimulation, and you oblige. Sliding two fingers inside her burning hot vagina, you can feel it squeeze down on them tightly as she groans against your mouth.
Not to be outdone, she picks up her pace as well, sliding more fingers inside you as she stimulates you harder and faster. Breaking the kiss, your mother presses up against you, breath ragged with desire. Her soaked pussy is nice and open now, so you slide your other two fingers inside and start rubbing her clit with your thumb, enjoying the feeling of her constricting around your hand every time you brush against it. After a few minutes of this, you and your mother start to tremble as you clench around each other, moaning out as one as you climax simultaneously.
[[Next|Kalene Sex 2f]]After a few long moments pass, your mother pushes herself back up to straddle your waist again. Smiling down at you lewdly, she purrs, "This was supposed to be for you, but you had to go and distract me, naughty boy. Not that I'm complaining..." Trailing one delicate finger down your chest she goes on, "but we should get things moving, or we might never want to stop."
Reaching behind you, she grips your cock in one hand while lifting herself slightly and, in one expert movement, aligns herself against you and drops back down, taking the entire length of you inside her easily. You can't help but gasp at the suddenness of feeling the hot, soft folds of her pussy wrapping around your dick. Leaning back, your mother starts slowly grinding her hips against you, moving your cock around inside her, and says, "Now it's my turn, so just relax, and let all of your frustration and fatigue fade away."
Raising herself waist slightly, she starts riding you in short, slow, movements, gyrating her hips as she moves up and down on your cock. As she rides you, she runs her hands through her hair and over her breasts, sometimes gliding her hand over her belly and down to where your bodies are connected for a quick stroke before moving back up. Feeling half certain you were going to explode the instant you were inside her from all the kissing and foreplay, you aren't surprised that you already feel an orgasm coming, however, you are a little bewildered when your mother immediately stops, waiting for several long breaths until the feeling has passed before she continues. She repeats this any time you start feeling like you're going to ejaculate and gives you a knowing smirk.
Desperate for stimulation, the next time she stops you try to arch your back and thrust into her, but she expertly keeps her entire weight against your waist and prevents you from doing more than bucking impotently until the feeling passes and she resumes. Chuckling, your mother murmurs, "Now now, I know you're young and you really, really want to come, but you need to learn to control yourself and do things properly. Fortunately, I'm here to teach you. You wouldn't want to leave the woman you're loving desperate and unsatisfied because you couldn't handle her, would you?" Looking down at you, a large smile spreads over her face, and she continues in a placating tone, "Still, I think it is time to start moving things along." Saying this, she leans over you and, bracing herself against your shoulders, starts gyrating her sweat-slicked body against yours more quickly.
Wanting to get back at her for toying with you, you reach up and grab her large, swinging breasts. Massaging and squeezing them gently, you see her close her eyes, and her mouth opens slightly, letting small gasps and moans leak out of her as you play with her tits. Her hair has begun to cling to both your bodies in long, wet strands and the sound of wet flesh slapping together starts filling the room as she wildly pumps her round hips against your crotch. Feeling the telltale twinge of an orgasm start building inside you, you move your hands to her waist and begin thrusting yourself, ramming your cock up into her to the base.
This time she doesn't stop you, but reaches one hand between you and starts playing with herself while riding you even harder. A brief moment later, you hear your mother give a gasping, strangled shout, and her pussy starts clenching and sucking against your cock. Giving one last enormous push, you thrust up into her and explode, flooding your mother's pussy with your cum as you climax. Giving a few more jerks against her, you continue to pump your seed into her for several long moments as you feel the entrance to her womb embracing the tip of your cock and sucking it in greedily.
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<<modlew 5>>
<<set $Mcp to 1>>\
<<set $Msex to true>>\
[[Next|Kalene Sex 3]]After a few long moments pass, your mother pushes herself up to straddle your waist. Smiling down at you lewdly, she purrs, "This was supposed to be for you, but you had to go and distract me, naughty child. Not that I'm complaining..." Trailing one delicate finger down your chest, she continues, "but we should get things moving, or we might never want to stop."
Reaching to one side she picks up a strange object, and you recognize it as that thing she tossed on the bed earlier. It looks like a curved whitish cylinder, carved out of horn or ivory, or perhaps a large bone. A bit under a foot long, both ends are well-rounded and worn smooth. You're not entirely sure what its purpose is at first, but that mystery is quickly solved when your mother leans in and starts to run one end against the lips of your pussy, saying, "This is called an olisbos, and it's what we girls use when there isn't a man handy, or if we just don't feel like putting up with all the trouble one brings." You're not sure if you should feel slighted at that, but the thought quickly passes as she works the object inside you.
It's a little uncomfortable at first, but your body adjusts to the foreign sensation of something cold and hard moving around inside you as your mother gently guides it in and out. Before long wet noises start filling the air as it slides into your slit with ease. Quickening her pace once it's apparent that you're comfortable, your mother starts gyrating the olisbos inside you, skillfully scooping out your insides as your breathing grows heavy and your hips start making small movements against her hand.
Chuckling softly to herself, your mother says, "Well well, someone's already enjoying herself. That's good, just relax and let it flow through you." Running her free hand up your side to your chest, she starts playing with your <<BustDesc>> breasts, pulling and squeezing them with a firm but tender touch. Hot, tingling sensations have started to build up inside your head, growing with each wave of pleasure that flows out from your chest and groin.
It doesn't take long for her skillful hands to stoke the tide of pleasure to a crescendo inside you, and your breathing comes in short, sweet gasps. As your vision starts to grow fuzzy and unfocused, you surrender your body to the swell of sensations and almost immediately feel yourself start to tremble. Reading you as easily as a sheet of parchment, your mother thrusts the olisbos into you one last time, pushing it in as far as it will go, and gyrating it slightly once it hits the end.
That's more than enough to push you over the edge in your current state, and with a wordless cry, you orgasm once again swept away on a current of pleasure that drags you under. While you're held in the throes of your climax you can feel your sweat-soaked body writhe against your mother, clutching at her unthinkingly. Abruptly, however, it ends, and you go limp, like a puppet whose strings have been cut, panting heavily as your brain tries to pull itself back together.
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<<modlus -100>>
<<modlew 5>>
<<modsex 1>>\
<<set $Msex to true>>\
[[Next|Kalene Sex 3f]]Collapsing against you in a heap, you can feel your mother's racing heartbeat pounding in time with your own as she pants on top of you. Basking in the afterglow, you both lie still for several minutes, intertwined, as your pounding hearts slowly return to normal. Eventually, your mother takes a deep breath and softly exhales, and you feel your half-soft dick slide out of her as she rolls off you. Snuggling up against you, she looks at you with a relaxed smile as she says, "If I had realized having sex with my own son could be this satisfying, I would have taken you to bed much earlier. I never should have let my duties here come between us as I did."
You start to murmur a protest, but she cuts you off, "No, I may not have realized at the time, but I still allowed it to happen. From now on though, I'm going to try and make up for it. When we have some time, after this is all over, we'll have a long talk." Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes for a moment before looking back up at you, she continues, "For now, though, this will have to do. Much as I might wish you could stay longer, you have a trial to pass, and if you linger too long there will be consequences. Now, just lie still for a few minutes, and I'll get you cleaned up."
With that, she slides between your legs and slipping your soft dick into her mouth, begins to expertly clean it. A pleasant tingle twists up your spine as you feel her warm tongue efficiently working itself all the way around the length of your phallus, licking up every last drop of sex juice still clinging to you. Once finished, she stands, and, walking over to fetch a thick linen cloth from a table, returns to rub your body down. After she's done wiping you free of sweat and other fluids, you push yourself up and quickly scoop up your chiton from the floor, wrapping it around yourself.
While you're fumbling with your belt, you feel your mother wrap her arms around your neck from behind, and lean in close to your ear, murmuring, "I can't help you any more than this. You should probably try and keep your head about you though. When Lysandrim gets directly involved in anything, it's very easy for things to get carried away. If you allow yourself to be distracted you'll be dancing to his tune before you even realize it. Not that it isn't enjoyable, but get too caught up and you might not even recognize what you've become. If you manage to keep enough of your wits to even think." With that, she gives you a soft kiss on the cheek and flops back onto the bed.
Glancing back over your shoulder, you look over her supine form one last time, wondering at what just happened, before walking over to the door.
[[Continue|Deep Ritual Corridor 1]]Basking in the afterglow, you lie still for several minutes, feeling your pounding heartbeat slowly return to normal as you lay intertwined. Eventually, your mother takes a deep breath and softly exhales, and you feel the slick olisbos slide out as she rolls off you. Snuggling up against you, she looks at you with a relaxed smile as she says, "If I had realized having sex with my own child could be so fulfilling, I would have taken you to bed sooner. I never should have let my duties here come between us as I did."
You start to murmur a protest, but she cuts you off, "No, I may not have realized at the time, but I still allowed it to happen. From now on though, I'm going to try and make up for it. When we have some time, after this is all over, we'll have a long talk." Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes for a moment before looking back up at you and continuing, "For now, though, this will have to do. Much as I might wish you could stay longer, you have a trial to pass, and if you linger too long there will be consequences. Now, just lie still for a few minutes, and I'll get you cleaned up."
With that, she slides between your legs and starts running her soft tongue over your slit, expertly cleaning it. A pleasant tingle twists up your spine as you feel her warm tongue efficiently working itself all the way around your vulva, licking up every last drop of sex juice still clinging to you. Once finished, she stands and walks over to fetch a thick linen cloth from a table, returning to rub your body down. After she's done wiping you free of sweat and other fluids, you push yourself up and quickly scoop up your chiton from the floor, wrapping it around yourself.
While you're fumbling with your belt, you feel your mother wrap her arms around your neck from behind and lean in close to your ear, murmuring, "I can't help you any more than this. You should probably try and keep your head about you though. When Lysandrim gets directly involved in anything, it's very easy for things to get carried away. If you allow yourself to be distracted, you'll be dancing to his tune before you even realize it. Not that it isn't enjoyable, but get too caught up and you might not even recognize what you've become. If you manage to keep enough of your wits to even think." With that, she gives you a soft kiss on the cheek and sinks back onto the bed.
Glancing back over your shoulder, you look over her supine form one last time, wondering at what just happened, before walking over to the door.
[[Continue|Deep Ritual Corridor 1]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>From the shouts and cries, your mother's reemergence has come as a complete surprise, seemingly unaware of everything that transpired while she was indisposed. This is probably for the best, considering, but leaves you to come up with some explanation for her. Thinking quickly, you act as if she threw herself at you after the upsetting revelations, and she's just confused by the powerful emotions.
Kalene blinks at you with clouded eyes, obviously having trouble thinking clearly under the torrential flood of sensations as you continue to pound her while invisible chains of dark flame dig into her defenseless flesh. In no time at all, she's howling in pleasure with every movement, powerless to do anything anything from such a vulnerable position, even if she wanted to. Which she doesn't; if the vision made anything clear, it's that so long as your mother's feeling pleasure, she's pretty much okay with getting it from anyone or anything.
Not wanting to push her too hard in her current state of confusion, you release her legs and transition to a more typical position. The more comfortable arrangement seems to help her collect herself, though plenty of groans and gasps still escape her as she clings to you. Kalene shivers against you, murmuring disconsolately, "I'm not sure what's real anymore..."
Suppressing the urge to roll your eyes, you instead acknowledge the opportunity before you and lean in, gently reassuring her that //you're// real, //this// is real and asking if anything else really matters, placing a hand just above her crotch as you slam into her with a particularly large thrust. This argument seems effective, her grip on you tightens, and she looks at you with dewy eyes, gasping, "Ohhh yesss, mmm, of course, it doesn't really, ah, whoever your father is you're //my// <<PName>>." Saying that your mother cranes her head upwards, lips puckering expectantly.
With a small chuckle, you indulge her, pressing your lips against Kalene's and calling up a spark of dark flame to give it some bite. Your mother groans appreciatively, melting against you and opening her mouth invitingly. Several long minutes of face-sucking ensue as you thoroughly despoil the inside of her mouth with your tongue while delighted sounds emanate from her throat.
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Female Version
*/<<else>>From the shouts and cries, your mother's reemergence has come as a complete surprise, seemingly unaware of everything that transpired while she was indisposed. Which is probably for the best, considering, but does leave you to come up with some explanation for her. Thinking quickly, you act as though she threw herself at you after the upsetting revelations, and she's just confused by the powerful emotions.
Kalene blinks at you with clouded eyes, obviously having trouble thinking clearly under the torrential flood of sensations as you continue to pound her while the invisible chains of dark flame dig into her defenseless flesh. In no time at all, she's howling in pleasure with every movement, powerless to do anything anything from such a vulnerable position, even if she wanted to. Which she doesn't; if the vision made anything clear, it's that so long as your mother's feeling pleasure, she's pretty much okay with getting it from anyone or anything.
Not wanting to push her too hard in her current state of confusion, you relax your hand and transition to less extreme stimulation. The more comfortable arrangement seems to help her collect herself, though plenty of groans and gasps still escape her as she clings to you. Kalene shivers against you, murmuring disconsolately, "I'm not sure what's real anymore..."
Suppressing the urge to roll your eyes, you instead acknowledge the opportunity before you and lean in, gently reassuring her that //you're// real, //this// is real, and ask if anything else really matters, placing your other hand just above her crotch as you slam into her with a particularly large thrust. This argument seems effective, her grip on you tightens, and she looks at you with dewy eyes, gasping, "Ohhh yesss, mmm, of course, it doesn't really, ah, whoever your father is you're //my// <<PName>>." Saying that your mother cranes her head upwards, lips puckering expectantly.
With a small giggle, you indulge her, pressing your lips against Kalene's and calling up a spark of dark flame to give it some bite. Your mother groans appreciatively, melting against you and opening her mouth invitingly. Several long minutes of face-sucking ensue as you thoroughly despoil the inside of her mouth with your tongue while delighted sounds emanate from her throat.<</if>>
[[Next|Kalene Taming 2]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>Looping her arms around the back of your neck, Kalene writhes against you sensuously, pushing up against you as you penetrate her over and over. Spreading her legs wide for you, she bends her knees and pushes her waist off the table to cradle you with her entire body as you move together. Latched firmly to your face this whole time, your mother does need to come up for air eventually, though, gasping, "Oh gooooahds! I can't believe how just touching can feel so...//good//, haaaa!"
Properly plowing into her has become somewhat awkward now; Kalene has pushed her legs up so high she's balancing unsteadily on the tips of her toes, so you decide to switch things up, wrapping your arms around her conveniently elevated body and quickly turning her over onto all fours, cock still embedded inside her. Your mother emits something between a hot sigh and a pleased groan as you mount her and begin vigorously pounding your <<DickDesc>> dick into her, the flesh of her ass rippling with every impact. You've got much more control from this position, and you put it to good use, tweaking and varying your movements to maximize the stimulation both of you feel.
Slamming into her from behind, you enjoy the feeling of her experienced folds wrapping around the entire length of your shaft and squeezing you with every thrust as she sways back and forth to the rhythm of your movements. It isn't long before her cries start to reach a fevered pitch once more, and, riding your mother like a bitch in heat, you drive her off the cliff and into another large orgasm as her body shudders and stops moving. A strangled cry of passion and bliss escapes Kalene as she throws her head back, tongue protruding sloppily as she moans, "Ahhhhhhhhh, whysh my own shonsh cockk sho fuckinggg goood!!!"
Panting for a few seconds, your mother rallies, resuming her movements as she opines, "How am I, haah, supposed to keep my dignity as a mother and, ahhhhhn! A priestess if every time you, uhhhn, stick your dick in me, I turn into a raving puddle of slutty, iiiee! Flesh..." A sly grin spreads across your face, and you let out a chuckle, telling her she'll just have to embrace it and accept the loss of dignity whenever you get your cock out, or of course, you could just take it out right now to spare her? Her reaction is immediate and forces a laugh from you as she growls, "Don't you fucking dare!"
Leaning in close, you press your <<BodyDesc>> body up against Kalene's back, wrap your hands around her full breasts, and whisper in her ear that she should prove how much she wants to keep going then. Your mother lets out an appreciative sigh as your fingers sink into the delicate flesh of her tits and immediately starts gyrating her shapely hips and ass, pressing back against you and wiggling erotically as the walls of her honeypot massage you thoroughly. Now it's your turn to give a pleased sigh as she expertly works her flesh against you; the sexual expertise of a priestess of Lysandrim is nothing to sneeze at, and you're glad you decided to make her yours, though part of your brain recalls the strange presence from earlier, its skill made your mother's look half-rate by comparison.
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*/<<else>>Looping her arms around the back of your neck, Kalene writhes against you sensuously, pushing up against you as you penetrate her over and over. Spreading her legs wide for you, she bends her knees and pushes her waist off the table to cradle you with her entire body while you move together. Lips latched firmly to yours this whole time; your mother does need to come up for air eventually, gasping, "Oh gooooahds, I can't believe how just touching can feel so...//good//, haaaa!"
Properly plowing into her has become somewhat awkward now; Kalene has pushed her legs up so high she's balancing unsteadily on the tips of her toes, so you decide to switch things up, wrapping your arm around her conveniently elevated body and quickly turning her over onto all fours, hand still embedded inside her. Your mother emits something between a hot sigh and a pleased groan as you begin vigorously pounding your slender hand into her, the flesh of her ass rippling with every impact. You've got much more control from this position, and you put it to good use, tweaking and varying your movements to maximize the stimulation she feels.
Slamming into her from behind, you enjoy the feeling of her experienced folds wrapping around the entire length of your fingers and squeezing you with every thrust as she sways back and forth to the rhythm of your movements. It isn't long before her cries start to reach a fevered pitch once more, writhing on all fours like a bitch in heat, and you drive her off the cliff and into another large orgasm as her body shudders and stops moving. A strangled cry of passion and bliss escapes Kalene as she throws her head back, tongue protruding sloppily as she moans, "Ahhhhhhhhh, whysh my own childsh sho fuckinggg goood!!!"
Panting for a few seconds, your mother rallies, resuming her movements as she opines, "How am I, haah, supposed to keep my dignity as a mother and, ahhhhhn! A priestess if every time you, uhhhn, stick something in me, I turn into a raving puddle of slutty, iiiee! Flesh..." A sly grin spreads across your face, and you let out a chuckle, telling her she'll have to embrace it and accept the loss of dignity whenever you get in the mood, or of course, you could just pull out right now to spare her? Her reaction is immediate and forces a laugh from you as she growls, "Don't you fucking dare!"
Leaning in close, you press your <<BodyDesc>> body up against Kalene's back and wrap your free hand around her full breasts, whispering in her ear that she should prove how much she wants to keep going then. Your mother lets out an appreciative sigh as your fingers sink into her ample flesh and immediately starts gyrating her shapely hips and ass, pressing back against you and wiggling erotically as the walls of her honeypot massage your digits thoroughly. You give an admiring hum as she expertly works her flesh against you; the sexual expertise of a priestess of Lysandrim is nothing to sneeze at, and you're glad you decided to make her yours, though part of your brain recalls the strange presence from earlier; its skill made your mother's look half-rate by comparison.<</if>>
[[Next|Kalene Taming 3]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>Shaking your head clear of thoughts of the mysterious Veh, you turn your attention back to your whorish mother, shaking her hips back and forth to please you. A slightly sadistic idea occurs to you, and still pressed close against her, you softly ask how this feels compared to your //real// father. Kalene shivers beneath you and quickly tries to deflect the question, but you firmly insist that this is something she'll need to confront eventually, and the sooner she does, the less it'll hurt.
As you continue to pump her vigorously, Kalene's thoughts seem to drift further and further away until, finally, she murmurs, "It was like...a raging inferno that consumed me over and over every second, leaving behind a numbing pleasure that threatened to swallow me until the next wave started." Her body gives another shiver underneath you as she continues, "It felt hot enough to turn my bones to ash, but also...cold? And beneath it all an ever ravenous hunger for more." You sense a faint wistfulness in her tone as she goes on, "I told myself it was just a dream, but did I really believe it? Months later, everything else still felt...pale, and empty when compared, except a tiny little ghost of a flicker whenever the baby kicked..."
Trailing off, your mother seems lost in memory for a while before finally dragging herself back to the present to say, "Until this. You feel very similar, but less coldly ravenous and more...alive. Less intense too, though still far more than anything else, up to now." Not sure to take that as a compliment or a slight, you ask if she'd like it more intense in a low growl, and she giggles girlishly before replying, "Not //that// intense. I feel any mortal stuck in something like that too long would lose themselves. Just that one brief encounter marked me for life, I think." You probably don't want to turn her into a gibbering wreck, but you also wouldn't mind putting //your// mark on her for life, so maybe it's time to crank things up another notch or two.
Considering things carefully, you start coaxing the black fire coating her to clump up, pushing it up and up until it forms a thick wreath of flames licking around her elegant throat. Next, you lift one arm and wrap it around her neck, pulling her back against you with a steady pressure sufficient to restrict her air intake but being careful not to choke her. Pounding her rhythmically, you listen to the sounds she makes grow shorter and more guttural as you pour more energy into the dark collar, funneling your feelings directly into it.
Your animalistic coupling grows more wild with every passing moment, and in no time, another orgasm wracks Kalene, a hoarse cry forcing itself from her throat as you plunge mercilessly into her deepest depths. The experience is intense enough that spurts of liquid escape her brutalized pussy, staining the tabletop as the sounds of meat slapping against meat grows loud enough to reverberate through the well-muffled corners of the room. You start imprinting the idea of yourself into the collar, to make it flare at every thought of you, every touch or word of yours, so that by the time you're done, she'll practically be training herself to long for you.
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Female Version
*/<<else>>Shaking your head clear of thoughts of the mysterious Veh, you turn your attention back to your whorish mother, shaking her hips back and forth to please you. A slightly sadistic idea occurs to you and still pressed close against her, you softly ask how this feels compared to your //real// father. Kalene shivers beneath you and quickly tries to deflect the question, but you firmly insist that this is something she'll need to confront eventually, and the sooner she does, the less it'll hurt.
As you continue to pump her vigorously, Kalene's thoughts seem to drift further and further away until finally, she murmurs, "It was like...a raging inferno that consumed me over and over every second, leaving behind a numbing pleasure that threatened to swallow me until the next wave started." Her body gives another shiver underneath you as she continues, "It felt hot enough to turn my bones to ash, but also...cold? And beneath it all an ever ravenous hunger for more." You sense a faint wistfulness in her tone as she goes on, "I told myself it was just a dream, but did I really believe it? Months later, everything else still felt...pale, and empty when compared, except a tiny little ghost of a flicker whenever the baby kicked..."
Trailing off, your mother seems lost in memory for a while before finally dragging herself back to the present to say, "Until this, you feel very similar, except less cold and ravenous and more...alive. Less intense too, though still way more than anything else up to now." Not sure to take that as a compliment or a slight, you ask if she'd like it more intense in a low growl, and she giggles girlishly before replying, "Not //that// intense. I feel any mortal stuck in something like that too long would lose themselves. Just that one brief encounter marked me for life, I think." You probably don't want to turn her into a gibbering wreck, but you also wouldn't mind putting //your// mark on her for life, so maybe it's time to crank things up another notch or two.
Considering things carefully, you start coaxing the black fire coating her to clump up, pushing it up and up until it forms a thick wreath of flames licking around her elegant throat. Next, you lift one arm and wrap it around her neck, pulling her back against you with a steady pressure sufficient to restrict her air intake but being careful not to choke her. Pounding her rhythmically, you listen to the sounds she makes grow shorter and more guttural as you pour more energy into the dark collar, funneling your feelings directly into it.
Your dominating rampage grows wilder with every passing moment, and in no time, another orgasm wracks Kalene, a hoarse cry forcing itself from her throat as you plunge mercilessly into her deepest depths. The experience is intense enough that spurts of liquid escape her brutalized pussy, staining the tabletop as the sounds of meat slapping against meat grows loud enough to reverberate through the well-muffled corners of the room. You start imprinting the idea of yourself into the collar, making it flare at every thought of you, every touch or word of yours, so that by the time you're done, she'll practically be training herself to long for you.<</if>>
[[Next|Kalene Taming 4]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>Drawing your attention back to the action, you allow yourself to relax and feel the first faint stirrings of your own climax. Flecks of fluid fly out with every impact as you ram your <<DickDesc>> cock into your mother with increasing force. Heat radiates from the two of you as you wantonly indulge in each other's bodies, sweat-slicked skin writhing together in a carnal dance.
Kalene's moans have grown increasingly high and sweet, and you sense she's drawing close to another peak, larger than before. The timing is perfect, so you spur her on, alternating the angle and depth of your thrusts to attack her weak spots from every direction while also stimulating yourself. Your mother's flesh shudders beneath you at this new assault, and her walls constrict around your rigid dick tightly.
Seeking to deepen the haze around what remains of Kalene's rational mind, you tighten your hold around her neck, still not fully choking her, but enough to make her feel like it, as her increasingly agitated state demands more air. You immerse yourself in the sensations of mounting your own mother as you push the two of you closer and closer to the edge, slamming into her with reckless abandon. The dark fire is practically boiling inside you now, screaming to be let loose to rampage through both of you, but you hold it back; your goal requires a finer touch this time.
Finally, you can stand it no more, and with one last powerful thrust, ram yourself into your mother's deepest depths and allow your cock to unleash its load. Kalene lets out a slightly strangled, throaty gasp as the searing hot seed laced with black flames is injected directly into her womb, and she convulses beneath you as her own orgasm overwhelms her. Keeping a tight rein on how much energy you funnel into her, you revel in the feeling of dumping load after load into her eager body from this position.
After several minutes of breeding her like this, you allow the tide to abate, breathing deeply as you finally relax the arm around her throat. Your mother sucks in a deep, shuddering breath almost immediately, followed by a long, satisfied exhalation as her upper torso collapses against the table. Still lying atop her, you savor the post-coital reverberations and odd flicker of black sparks they kick up, content with a job well done.
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Female Version
*/<<else>>Drawing your attention back to the action, you allow yourself to relax and feel the first faint stirrings of your own climax. Flecks of fluid fly out with every impact as you ram your arm into your mother with increasing force. Heat radiates from the two of you as you wantonly indulge in each other's bodies, sweat-slicked skin writhing together in a carnal dance.
Kalene's moans have grown increasingly high and sweet, and you sense she's drawing close to another peak, a big one. The timing is perfect, so you spur her on, alternating the angle and depth of your thrusts to attack her weak spots from every direction, fantasizing what it must feel like until it's like you're experiencing it yourself. Your mother's flesh shudders beneath you at this new assault, and her walls constrict around your hand tightly.
Seeking to deepen the haze around what remains of Kalene's rational mind, you tighten your hold around her neck, still not fully choking her, but enough to make her feel like she is, as her increasingly agitated state demands more air. You immerse yourself in the sensations of mounting your own mother as you push the two of you closer and closer to the edge, slamming into her with reckless abandon. The dark fire is practically boiling inside you now, screaming to be let loose to rampage through both of you, but you hold it back; your goal requires a finer touch this time.
Finally, you can stand it no more, and with one last powerful thrust, ram yourself into your mother's deepest depths and allow your body to run wild on the pleasure of passion and domination. Kalene lets out a slightly strangled, throaty gasp as the searing wave of black flames is injected directly into her womb, and she convulses beneath you as her own orgasm overwhelms her. Keeping a tight rein on how much energy you funnel into her, you revel in the feeling of dumping load after load into her eager body from this position.
After several minutes of panting, writhing ecstasy, you allow the tide to abate, breathing deeply as you finally relax the arm around her throat. Your mother sucks in a deep, shuddering breath almost immediately, followed by a long, satisfied exhalation as her upper torso collapses against the table. Still lying atop her, you savor the post-coital reverberations and odd flicker of black sparks they kick up, content with a job well done.<</if>>
[[Next|Kalene Taming 5]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>You stay glued together like that for a little while, enjoying the roiling mass of sensations that is your mother, jolts of black energy and ecstacy still spasming through her now and then. Eventually, though, with a satisfied sigh, you pull out, and her upraised ass finally slumps down, leaving her splayed out across the table like a rag doll. You wait expectantly, but there is no fountaining of fluids this time, curiously; perhaps her body is too greedy to let a single drop go.
Reclining on your side next to Kalene, with a confident smirk, you inquire who she belongs to now. With a labored sigh, she shifts around to groan out, "You of course, my chrýsion." Satisfied, you draw closer and order her to swear it properly, staring into her eyes.
Still floating in the afterglow of her last orgasm, your mother's eyes focus, meeting your gaze. For a second, something dark flickers in her eyes, then after a momentary hesitation, she swallows and in a low voice dripping with sex, says, "I, Kalene, wife of Arsenios, High Priestess of Lysandrim, forswear all oaths and vows I have taken. I submit my whole being to you. My body, my mind, my heart, they're yours; to do whatever you want." Turning over, she rises up slightly, arching her back and spreading her legs as trails of sweat and her own fluids slowly drip down her thighs.
Pushing herself up onto the tips of her toes, she reaches down to her drooling vagina with one hand and spreads herself open, baring everything to you, while the other plays with one of her breasts. Continuing in her low, erotic voice, she says, "I will obey your every word and serve you however you please. As a mother or lover, as a mistress or wife, as a toy or a whore or your slave. I swear on my eternal soul that I am only yours now." The collar around her neck flickers and writhes with every word, searing them into her very being, and you crawl atop her to reward her devotion with an encore.
Some time later, you're enjoying your well-satiated cock being thoroughly cleaned by your mother's skilled tongue, picturing in your mind's eye what delightful twists the future may hold now. But all good things must come to an end, and you've wasted quite a bit of time fooling around already. So, playfully shoving Kalene off your lap, you put your clothing and everything in order and give her a quick farewell kiss, making your way towards the door as she tiredly waves goodbye.
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Female Version
*/<<else>>You stay glued together like that for a little while, enjoying the roiling mass of sensations that is your mother, jolts of black energy and ecstasy still spasming through her now and then. Eventually, though, with a satisfied sigh, you pull away, and her upraised ass finally slumps down, leaving her splayed out across the table like a rag doll. With no hand to stop them, a modest deluge of fluids leak out from her gaping, overstimulated orifice.
Reclining on your side next to Kalene, with a confident smirk, you inquire who she belongs to now. With a labored sigh, she shifts around to groan out, "You, of course, my chrýsion." Satisfied, you draw closer and order her to swear it properly, staring into her eyes.
Still floating in the afterglow of her last orgasm, your mother's eyes focus, meeting your gaze. For a second, something dark flickers in her eyes, then after a momentary hesitation, she swallows and in a low voice dripping with sex, says, "I, Kalene, wife of Arsenios, High Priestess of Lysandrim, forswear all oaths and vows I have taken. I submit my whole being to you. My body, my mind, my heart, they're yours; to do whatever you want with." Turning over, she rises slightly, arching her back and spreading her legs as trails of sweat and other fluids slowly drip down her thighs.
Pushing herself up onto the tips of her toes, she reaches down to her drooling vagina with one hand and spreads herself open, baring everything to you, while the other plays with one of her breasts. Continuing in her low, erotic voice, she says, "I will obey your every word and serve you however you please. As a mother or lover, as a mistress or wife, as a toy or a whore or your slave. I swear on my eternal soul that I am only yours now." The collar around her neck flickers and writhes with every word, searing them into her very being, and you crawl atop her to reward her devotion with an encore.
Sometime later, you're enjoying your well-used pussy being thoroughly cleaned by your mother's skilled tongue, picturing in your mind's eye what delightful twists the future may hold now. But all good things must come to an end, and you've wasted quite a bit of time fooling around already. So, playfully shoving Kalene off your lap, you put your clothing and everything in order and give her a quick farewell kiss, making your way toward the door as she tiredly waves goodbye.<</if>>
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[[Continue|North Corridor]]!!@@.blue;High Priestess' Chamber@@
You are in a medium-sized room, moderately lit by a small fireplace set in one wall, and aided by candles on small tables and other flat surfaces. The room is somewhat lavishly appointed, the floor covered by quality carpets, with decorative wall hangings along the marble walls. The quality of the furnishings is good, much of it being carved and polished maple wood inlaid with various semi-precious materials in decorative patterns.
A spacious bed occupies the back wall, covered in soft, colorful cushions and pillows. In one corner sits a small table and stool, cluttered by a variety of small jars and bottles, and upon which is a large silver mirror. Near the bed sits a shelf holding what appears to be a large variety of clothing of various colors and fabrics. A table with two stools sits near the door, and a well-cushioned kline sits in front of the fireplace.
[[(W)Leave|Priestess Quarters]]!!@@.blue;Novice Classroom@@
Stepping into the room, you find yourself in a moderately sized space cluttered with many small tables and stools, with brightly painted wooden sheets hung on the walls depicting various things; including one listing the alphabet, and another with the numerals placed next to the correct number of apples. Gypsum writing sticks and wood tablets covered in white writing are scattered about alongside the occasional toy, with more stacked haphazardly on shelves. Against the east wall is a clear area with a single large sheet of blank wood taking up a good portion of the wall which most of the tables and stools are oriented towards, and set in the opposite wall is a second plain wooden door.
This room feels very familiar, it looks like the room where you learned to read and write a long time ago when you were still being strong-armed into going to the temple occasionally. Walking around the room, you feel a pang of nostalgia, even if you disliked being here at the time. That said, there isn't much of interest to your current situation unless you ever need to write something down.
[[(S)Door to corridor|Main Corridor 1]]
<<if visited("Playroom")>>[[(W)Door to playroom|Playroom]]<<else>>[[(W)Plain wooden door|Playroom]]<</if>><<if $portraits == true>><img src="img/Korinna.png"/><</if>>\
Your little sister, and by far your favorite sibling. She is currently a temple novice, in training to be an acolyte, although you've gotten the impression that it's not yet a sure thing. You suspect her natural shyness and modesty aren't exactly prime traits for an adherent of the god of fertility and hedonistic pleasure. She's well regarded in the village for those same traits though, along with her appealing looks, and you've heard it openly said that once she figures out she's not suited to temple life, she'll make an excellent marriage. Although whenever someone says that in her presence she quickly looks away and stammers something incomprehensible, to general laughter and knowing smiles, however, you're certain that you've caught a flicker of sorrow cross her face before she looks away.
You've always had a positive yet awkward relationship with Korinna, as she always seems to get flustered and shy in your presence, which you attribute to being a boy and her elder. You've caught her following and watching you often when you were both young, although that's dropped off since she started spending more time at the temple. The smallest bits of praise or kindness you've given her always left her cheerful and smiling all day, and you have to admit, you thoroughly enjoyed being the idolized older brother, especially in contrast to your rocky relationship with your other two siblings.
She is 18 years old, 5'4" tall, and weighs around 115 pounds. She has wavy medium brown hair, which flows to the small of her back, and soft brown eyes. Her face is slightly rounder and broader than your mother's, which lends her a more innocent air. Your mother occasionally remarks how much she reminds her of her when she was that age and reassures her with a smile that her very modest bust will fill out soon, especially if she becomes an acolyte; which always leaves Korinna blushing.
She is almost certainly a virgin, novices are usually maidens until they decide to formally join the temple as acolytes, to simplify things if they decide to leave and get married. With her shyness, you have a hard time imagining her sneaking off with a boy.
[[Return|$return]]Stepping through the doorway, you don't even have time to glance at the room before a wailing hundred-pound bundle of fabric and wavy brown hair slams into you. Staggering backward in surprise under the sudden assault, you look down to see your little sister crying into your <<ShortCloth>>, arms wrapped around you in a death grip. Exhaling softly, you reach down and gently stroke the top of her head, letting her work it out of her system.
Eventually, the sobs turn to sniffles and then cease altogether, though Korinna keeps her head pressed against your chest for quite some time. After what feels like an age, you finally clear your throat and prod her shoulder with a finger, nonchalantly remarking to no one that your little sister has somehow fallen asleep standing upright. Leaping back as if you'd suddenly caught fire, your red-faced, wide-eyed sister stammers out, "S-s-sorry, i-it's just with everything that's happened..."
Trailing off awkwardly, Korinna wrings her hands nervously and glances at you with her brown eyes before continuing, "Even though mama said you were fine now, I couldn't stop picturing when they were bringing you into the temple..." Her eyes start to look watery once more, and she quickly rubs them before finishing, "But you really are okay, <<if $genF == true>>I guess?" She sounds a little uncertain and seems to be staring at your new "assets".<<elseif $corruption > 1 or $divinity > 1>>though you seem...different?" She sounds a little uncertain and seems to be staring at you intently.<<elseif $outfit > 0>>though you seem...different?" She sounds a little uncertain, and seems to be staring at your clothes.<<elseif visited("Acolyte Hairstyling")>>though you seem...different?" She sounds a little uncertain, and seems to be staring at your hair.<<else>>just like nothing happened." Wiping her hand on her chiton, she stares up at you in relief.<</if>>
<<if $genF == true>>Chuckling, you put a hand on your hip and, gesturing towards your body, you tell her you're surprised she recognized you so quickly. <<if visited("Kalene 1f")>>Still clearly a little flustered by everything, she seems happy to talk about something else and nods, saying, "Mama mentioned your, umm, situation when she told me what was going on a little while ago, and you look just like her now."<<else>>Still clearly a little flustered by everything, she seems happy to talk about something else and nods, saying, "Well, you look just like mama now, and when Cassandra and Penelope just disappeared when I looked away I knew something odd was going on."<</if>><<else>>Chuckling, you tell her you've been through a lot, it'd be shocking if you weren't at least a little different for it. Korinna nods, looking more composed as she brushes her hair out of her face and rubs her face clear.<</if>> Glancing to the side, she murmurs, "I'm just happy you're in one piece."
Stepping forward, you place your hands on your sister's shoulders reassuringly and tell her it'd take a lot more than a little fall to take you away from your little sister. Korinna's face immediately turns bright red once more, and you can feel her body shiver slightly at your touch. Abruptly seizing one of your arms with both hands, your sister starts pulling you further into the room, stammering, "N-no point just standing here all day, I'm sure you're still weak or tired from, uh, everything, so l-lets sit down."
<<if $genF == true and visited("Feminine Acceptance")>>
While she's dragging you towards a seat though, you suck in a deep breath and explain your decision to go by a new name. Korinna freezes in her tracks and stares at you in shock before stammering, "B-but, why would y-you need to change your name? There's n-no reason to, I-we can fix this." You just smile and gently prod her until she starts moving again, telling her you can talk about this later.<</if>>\
[[Next|Korinna 2]]As Korinna leads you into the room, you have your first opportunity to look around and are puzzled by what you see. It's a good-sized room but not huge like many of the other rooms on this level so far, and is filled with an odd assortment of furniture, along with a fairly large bed towards the center of the room and several tables covered in a variety of jars and implements. What attracts most of your attention, however, are the wooden frame constructs lined up along the walls in a bizarre array of shapes and sizes, you've never seen anything like them, and they serve no obvious purpose.
Pulling you towards the bed, your sister notices you gazing around the room and hesitantly says, "Oh. Umm, t-this is a room they use to give novices and acolytes practice performing most of the rituals done in the temple. All of these are based on props for various ceremonies, though they're not fully finished or painted." As you sit down, she looks down, blushing, and quietly adds, "I hear that since no one comes here that often people use it to, ummm, meet up." Raising an eyebrow, you casually ask what she was doing in here.
Korinna's eyes go wide as dinner plates, and she almost falls off the bed in her haste to correct you, stumbling over her words as she stutters, "N-n-n-n-no! I-I was just waiting here to s-see you, I knew you w-were going to have to come see mama, and you'd have to p-pass by this r-room. A c-couple of my friends were with m-me, b-but they were just trying to cheer me up, I t-think." Bursting out in laughter at the look of desperation on her reddened face, you wheeze a little as you tell her it was just a joke and she doesn't need to get so worked up; it's none of your business what she may or may not be getting up to with anyone. Oddly enough, though, rather than relief or exasperation or anything else you might expect to see, you catch a glimpse of hurt on her face before she quickly looks down into her lap, hiding her face behind a veil of hair.
Puzzled, you settle back on the bed, wondering what you could have said to offend her, it was just a little harmless teasing...wasn't it? Feeling like the awkward one now, you shift around uncomfortably, searching for something to change the subject, finally asking if she had something in particular she wanted to talk about, since she went to the trouble of waiting here for you. With a small squeak, Korinna pops up, once again her ordinary flustered self, and stammers, "Ah! Y-yeah, I, uh, w-wanted to help you somehow, so when mama mentioned she'd be waiting for you in the oracle, I knew if I stayed here I could catch you."
While you're touched by her offer, your mind can't help but think back to certain other offers of 'help' you've gotten recently, and you have to push away the resulting vulgar mental images of your cute little sister, though they continue to linger in the back of your mind. You have to admit her blushing face and sparkling, dewy eyes are quite appealing, particularly in light of all the flagrantly sexual advances you've encountered, but there's no way she'd ever be interested in those kinds of things, especially with you. Just as you open your mouth to reply, though, something stirs in the depths of your head, and the last piece of the puzzle falls into place, forcing you to finally look back at every interaction with your sister you've ever had with the clarity to finally see the truth.
<<abcd "(A,B)">><<if $genF == true or $fem > 2 or $corruption > 2 or $divinity > 2>>[[Ask how she wants to help|Korinna Ritual]]<<else>>[[Ask how she wants to help|Korinna Aid]]<</if>>
<<abcd "(C)">>[[Confront her|Korinna Corruption]]
<<abcd "(D)">>[[Kiss her|Korinna Seduction]]Looking a bit embarrassed, Korinna fidgets as she says, "Well, I know we're not supposed to help you escape directly, but I overheard some of the servants talking about how certain doors that normally were not were going to be locked during the trial, and then one of them handed the other a key so they could get through, so I..." Eyes downcast, she reaches into her chiton and withdraws a heavy, slightly rusty key, and holds it out while hesitantly asking, "You don't think anyone will be terribly mad, do you?" Laughing out loud in disbelief that your precious little meek sister actually //stole// something, you pat her on the head and reassure her that you're sure Lysandrim will forgive her.
As you stow the key with your other things, Korinna adds, "I think it's for the servants' quarters further down the main hall, though I'm not sure how much help it will be." Shaking your head, you tell her it's the effort she put in that counts, regardless of how useful or not it is. You should probably be moving on now, but something about that feels wrong, maybe your sister deserves a reward of some kind? Your mind also flashes back to your earlier revelation about her, perhaps should be addressed now that you've had a little time to process it properly.
<<abcd "(B)">>[[Say goodbye|Korinna Goodbye]]
<<abcd "(A)">>[[Kiss her cheek|Korinna Love 1]]A flicker of predatory hunger lights a spark of <<if $corruption > 1>>that familiar<</if>> dark fire in response to your epiphany, and in a smooth, silky tone, you ask if that's really the only reason. Looking confused now, Korinna furrows her brow as she stutters, "W-well, other than to see you, y-yes?" Shaking your head solemnly, you reach over and cup her chin in one hand, forcing her face to look up into yours as you tell her that if she truly wants something, she has to be upfront about it, rather than just hoping it will fall into her lap sometime.
You didn't think it was possible, but your sister seems to become even more flustered, and you can feel her shivering slightly against your hand as she mumbles, "W-what? I-I don't, t-there isn't-" Unable to turn her blushing face away, her eyes look down to avoid your gaze as she trails off. Releasing her chin, you slide your hand forward to stroke the side of her face gently, a spark of black flame pushing itself into Korinna through your touch and making her shudder with pleasure even as she whispers, "I can't..."
Still tenderly stroking her cheek, in a soft voice, you ask if she truly cannot, or if she's merely afraid she might not get what she desires. Finally meeting your gaze, Korrina looks at you with dewy eyes full of conflicting feelings of trepidation and hope, voice breathy as she murmurs, "<<PName>>, I..." Deciding one more push should do it, you raise an eyebrow and ask if she trusts you so little that she can't confide her dreams to her big brother.
You can almost see her resolve start to crack, and your sister shakes her head, hurriedly stumbling over herself to correct you, "T-that's not it, I-, it's j-just impossible." Sighing and shaking your own head a few times, you lean down and kiss her full on the lips, pushing a tongue of that inky blaze into her at the same time. Korinna's eyes go wide and unfocused from the shock and heat coursing through her, slim body going limp against you like a puppet whose strings have been cut.
Time drags to a standstill for several long moments, until you finally pull away, nonchalantly asking if it still seems so impossible to her now. Still breathless and muddled from your sudden assault, Korinna just stares blankly at you for a few seconds before shaking her head once more. Laughing, you ask if she wants to do that some more, to which she nods absentmindedly.
<<if $genF == false>>[[Next|Korinna Corruption 2]]<<else>>[[Next|Korinna Corruption 2f]]<</if>>Wrapping your arms around her, you gently guide Korinna down to the bed and shower her face and neck with soft kisses, each one leaking a little more shadowy fire into her until she calls out, "<<PName>>!" Seizing the opening, you lock your lips to hers once more, though this time, you probe deeper, seeking to explore and monopolize every corner of her. Your hands have already started doing the same, sliding over and under her white chiton before eventually slipping it off her entirely.
Skin flushed red with passion, your little sister wraps her arms around you and pulls herself against you, tongue twining energetically around yours as you greedily plumb the depths of her throat. Reaching one hand between her slender thighs, you begin running your fingers over and around her smooth mound, stimulating her very lightly, but even that is enough to cause her to arch against you and emit a muffled groan. Smiling against her, you prod and tweak and rub random spots around her slit, enjoying the small twitches and responses her inexperienced body gives to every caress.
Lightly flicking the hood of her clit one final time, you move your hand down and abruptly jam a finger inside her, pushing a current of oily fire into her alongside it. The tight walls of her vagina immediately constrict around your intruding digit, hips bucking against your hand as Korinna experiences her first orgasm, eyes clenched shut as she moans through your connected lips. With some difficulty, you start moving your finger around inside her, trying to widen her narrow channel.
Half-lidded eyes fluttering, your sister's waist undulates in time with your movements, seeking greater stimulation from your finger as it works its way in and out. In short order, wet squelching sounds start to fill the air as her honeypot floods with juices, easing the friction as you encourage her tight slit to open up. Judging her about as ready as she's going to get, you withdraw your hand, a glistening thread trailing back to her lower lips.
Breath hot and wet, Korinna sighs in disappointment as you pull away and adjust your position, shifting your clothing until your <<DickDesc>> manhood springs free, already fully engorged and ready to go. Realizing what's about to happen, your little sister licks her dry lips and spreads her legs apart to give you easy access to her drooling snatch. Pressing your cock against her mound, you rub it against the entrance a few times before ramming your searing hot shaft inside her to the hilt.
[[Next|Korinna Corruption 3]]Wrapping your arms around her, you gently guide Korinna down to the bed and shower her face and neck with soft kisses, each one leaking a little more shadowy fire into her until she calls out, "<<PName>>!" Seizing the opening, you lock your lips to hers once more, though this time, you probe deeper, seeking to explore and monopolize every corner of her. Your hands have already started doing the same, sliding over and under her white chiton before eventually slipping it off her entirely.
Skin flushed red with passion, your little sister wraps her arms around you and pulls herself against you, tongue twining energetically around yours as you greedily plumb the depths of her throat. Reaching one hand between her slender thighs, you begin running your fingers over and around her smooth mound, stimulating her very lightly, but even that is enough to cause her to arch against you and emit a muffled groan. Smiling into her mouth, you prod and tweak and rub random spots around her slit, enjoying the small twitches and responses her inexperienced body gives to every caress.
Lightly flicking the hood of her clit one final time, you move your hand down and abruptly jam a finger inside her, pushing a current of oily fire into her alongside it. The tight walls of her vagina immediately constrict around your intruding digit, hips bucking against your hand as Korinna experiences her first orgasm, eyes clenched shut as she moans through your connected lips. With some difficulty, you start moving your finger around inside her, trying to widen her narrow channel.
Half-lidded eyes fluttering, your sister's waist undulates in time with your movements, seeking greater stimulation from your finger as it works its way in and out. In short order, wet squelching sounds start to fill the air as her honeypot floods with juices, easing the friction as you encourage her tight slit to open up. Judging her about as ready as she's going to get, you withdraw your hand, a glistening thread trailing back to her lower lips.
Breath hot and wet, Korinna sighs in disappointment as you pull away and tug off your clothing, wondering how exactly to proceed. An idea occurs to you, and, glancing about, you spot what you seek on the conveniently placed nearby table. Grabbing the curved, rigid, leather rod, no doubt intended for "practice" just such as this, you stick one end in your own damp snatch, and, lining up the other with her drooling slit, drive it in as far as it will go.
[[Next|Korinna Corruption 3f]]Despite all that time spent trying to widen and lubricate her passage, it's still a struggle, but you power through, confident that the surge of dark fire flowing into your sister will overwhelm any pain or discomfort from being deflowered. Korinna lets out a breathy cry tinged with only the smallest hint of pain as you plow through her hymen and into her deepest reaches with your <<DickDesc>> dick, turning her from a girl into a woman in one stroke. You pause for a moment, letting the sensations sink in while her pussy adjusts to your size.
After a few long moments though, you start moving, starting with slow, steady strokes to ease your sister into her first time, each movement drawing out small gasps from her that slowly grow more and more erotic. Korinna does slowly gather her wits, the light of reason returning to her eyes as she murmurs, "This is amazing, <<PName>>. No wonder all the others are always slipping off to see village boys or batting their lashes at the guards if it feels this good." Grinning to yourself, you suspect it doesn't feel quite as amazing for them as she's feeling right now, but you keep that to yourself as you funnel more oily flames into her slick pussy.
Since she's lucid enough to talk now, you figure Korinna can handle you getting serious, so you speed up, vigorously scooping out her insides with your <<DickDesc>> cock. Breathy gasps quickly turn to moans, and you feel her grip on you tighten, body quivering as she slips back under the currents of pleasure. Slamming into one particularly sensitive spot, you feel her abruptly clench around you as a strangled cry escapes your sister's throat.
She's still so tight it's hard to move with her locked up around you like this, but you drive through it, not giving her a break to process what is presumably her first orgasm, and instead pushing her even further. Still dazed from the climax, Korinna warbles unsteadily, "Ah! W-wait, please, I need aaaaah moment to ressst!" Shaking your head in disappointment, you ask if she really wants to stop, or if that's just what she thinks she should say.
Your sister stares up at you through unfocused eyes, struggling to gather her thoughts, and for a brief moment, you could swear you saw a flicker of black fire reflected in her brown eyes before she answers, "What I really want? I...I want...more!" Up until now, you hadn't felt much resistance to the streams of dark flames you'd channeled into her, but with that final word something changes, and it starts flowing so easily it's almost like she's sucking it out of you instead. Hardly about to deny such a request, you grab her legs and pull them up until her feet are over her shoulders, completely exposing her drooling pussy and giving you an excellent angle to slam down into her with all your weight.
[[Next|Korinna Corruption 4]]Despite all that time spent trying to widen and lubricate her passage, it's still a struggle, but you power through, confident that the surge of dark fire flowing into your sister will overwhelm any pain or discomfort from being deflowered. Korinna lets out a breathy cry tinged with only the merest hint of pain as you plow through her hymen and into her deepest reaches, turning her from a girl into a woman in one stroke. You pause for a moment, letting the sensations sink in while you both adjust to the intruding object.
After a few long moments though, you start moving, starting with slow, steady strokes to ease your sister into her first time, each movement drawing out small gasps from her that slowly grow more and more erotic. Korinna does slowly gather her wits, the light of reason returning to her eyes as she murmurs, "This is amazing, <<PName>>. No wonder all the others are always slipping off together or sneaking out to see village boys if it feels this good." Grinning to yourself, you suspect it doesn't feel quite as amazing for them as she's feeling right now, but you keep that to yourself as you funnel more oily flames into her slick pussy.
Given that she's lucid enough to talk now, you figure Korinna can handle you finally getting serious, so you speed things up, vigorously swinging and gyrating your hips with each thrust to assault her slit from different angles. Breathy gasps quickly turn to moans, and you feel her grip on you tighten, body quivering as she slips back under the currents of pleasure. Your new body has given you a little insight into how a woman's body works, and you exploit it, a strangled cry escaping your sister's throat as you hit every weak point she has, her back arching against the bed.
She's still so tight it's hard to move with her locked up around you like this, but you drive through it, not giving her a break to process what is presumably her first orgasm and instead pushing her even further. Still dazed from the climax, Korinna warbles unsteadily, "Ah! W-wait, please, I need aaaaah moment to ressst!" Shaking your head in disappointment, you ask if she really wants to stop, or if that's just what she thinks she should say.
Your sister stares up at you through unfocused eyes, struggling to gather her thoughts, and for a brief moment, you could swear you saw a flicker of black fire reflected in her brown eyes before she answers, "What I really want? I...I want...more!" Up until now, you hadn't felt much resistance to the streams of dark flames you'd channeled into her, but with that final word, something changes, and it starts flowing so easily it's almost like she's sucking it out of you instead. Hardly about to deny her request, you grab her legs and pull them up until her feet are over her shoulders, completely exposing her drooling pussy and giving you an excellent angle to plow into her.
[[Next|Korinna Corruption 4f]]Driving into her with everything you've got, you hammer her pussy mercilessly, determined to carve the shape of your cock into her inexperienced body. For her part, Korinna seems to embrace this abrupt escalation whole-heartedly, calling out your name repeatedly amidst the endless array of cries and moans. Being subjected to this kind of onslaught, it isn't long at all before your sister shudders underneath you and cries out once more as another orgasm wracks her.
Drowning in currents of pleasure and black fire, the sounds Korinna is making grow increasingly wild and disorderly as you pound away at her, mercilessly focusing on every sensitive spot and weak point you've noticed. Still trapped in the throes of her orgasm, your sister manages to squeal out, "Oh gods, AH! I'm gonna go crazy, OHHH I'm going crazyyyy!" Seeing no problem with this personally, you continue pushing her, because really, Korinna could do with going a little crazy, maybe pull her out of that shell of always having to be the good girl.
Pushing yourself to greater exertions, you continue to exploit the leverage your position gives you, savagely slamming into your sister's petite body with wild abandon. At that kind of pace, it doesn't take long before you feel a climax of your own start to stir, and a fresh rush of dark flames starts surging through you. Korinna still seems lost in her continuous orgasm, pinned beneath you and incapable of doing much other than emitting increasingly erotic sounds every time your <<DickDesc>> dick rams into her.
Which is why you're mildly impressed when she manages to moan out a mostly coherent sentence, "Ah!, <<PName>>, you're, mmmmh, getting close now too, hah! Aren't you? Finish inside, ah, I want to feel it!" You're even more surprised she could tell, by this point, you'd expect most women to be gibbering balls of raw sensation barely capable of thought, but your delicate little sister is still managing to read you. Waving the distracting thought away, you continue to fuel the growing wave inside you, focusing on the sensation of your cock plunging in and out of Korinna's churned-up pussy.
Each movement pulls you a little closer to the edge, and you barrel towards it with everything you've got, the tide of oily fire inside you roaring higher and higher to match. Korinna is staring through you with glazed-over eyes, tongue lolling out of her mouth and a trickle of drool escaping to one side as she pants for air. Pulling back one final time, you teeter on the edge of a precipice, and you have a split second to decide how this is going to end.
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[[Spray it over her|Korinna Dark Shower]]Driving into her with your full weight, you hammer her pussy mercilessly, carving the sensation of pleasure into her inexperienced body. For her part, Korinna seems to embrace this abrupt escalation whole-heartedly, calling out your name repeatedly amidst the endless array of cries and moans. Being subjected to this kind of onslaught, it isn't long at all before your sister shudders underneath you and cries out once more as another orgasm wracks her.
Drowning in currents of pleasure and black fire, the sounds Korinna is making grow increasingly wild and disorderly as you pound away at her, mercilessly focusing on every sensitive spot and weak point you've noticed. Still trapped in the throes of her orgasm, your sister manages to squeal out, "Oh gods, AH! I'm gonna go crazy, OHHH I'm going crazyyyy!" Seeing no problem with this personally, you continue pushing her, because really, Korinna could do with going a little crazy, maybe pull her out of that shell of always having to be the good girl.
Pushing yourself to greater exertions, you continue to exploit the leverage your position gives you, savagely slamming into your sister's petite body from above with wild abandon. At that kind of pace, it doesn't take long before you feel your own climax start to stir, and a fresh rush of dark flames starts surging through you. Korinna is still lost in her continuous orgasm, pinned beneath you and incapable of doing much other than emitting increasingly erotic sounds every time the leathery shaft rams into her.
Which is why you're mildly impressed when she manages to moan out a mostly coherent sentence, "Ah!, <<PName>>, you're getting close now too, hah! Aren't you? I'm so, ah, glad!" You're even more surprised she could tell, by this point, you'd expected her to be a gibbering ball of raw sensation barely capable of thought, but your delicate little sister is still managing to read you. Waving the distracting thought away, you continue to fuel the growing wave inside you, focusing on the sensation of the toy stuck in you plunging in and out of Korinna's churned-up pussy.
Each movement pulls you a little closer to the edge, and you barrel towards it with everything you've got, the tide of oily fire inside you roaring higher and higher to match. Korinna is staring through you with glazed-over eyes, tongue lolling out of her mouth and a trickle of drool escaping to one side as she pants for breath. Pulling back one final time, you teeter on the edge of a precipice, only a split second away from the brink.
[[Next|Korinna Corruption 5f]]Closing your eyes, you plunge down once more, slamming the fake cock in all the way to her cervix as your climax finally erupts. Unleashing a raging tide of dark fire inside her, you can't help but groan in satisfaction which Korinna mirrors, her body shuddering as the torrent pushes her ongoing orgasm to new heights. Dumping load after load directly into her womb, you can almost feel her greedily drinking it all up until her petite body starts squirting sprays of clear liquid like a fountain.
The next few moments feel like they last an eternity, but ultimately the tide does start to recede, and you give Korinna a few final small pumps and release her legs before collapsing atop her. Soaking in the reverberations of your tremendous orgasm, you take deep breaths and let your body cool off after your prodigious exertions. Feeling your sister's limp body still quivering under you occasionally, you do wonder if you overdid it, but she seemed to be enjoying herself.
Much as you might want to, though, you can't stay like this forever, so with a sigh, you push yourself up, the drenched olisbos sliding out of you with a small slosh. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you briefly consider what's just transpired as you pull your clothing back in order; it's difficult to believe you hadn't realized Korinna held these kinds of feelings for you; it's so obvious looking back. Perhaps a change of perspective was needed; after everything that's happened, you're certainly seeing things differently now.
Glancing over at her supine form, you run a hand over your sister's sweat-dampened hair, noting that other than her skin still being flushed, nothing seems any different about her, well, other than the leather rod still sticking out of her pussy. Chuckling, you start to pull away, but Korinna turns over and limply grasps at your hand, absently murmuring, "I'm so happy, <<PName>>..." Blinking, you look at her drowsing face and smile, untangling your hand and grabbing a thick cloth off a nearby table to towel yourself off.
Standing up, you make ready to leave, ensuring everything is in order before bending down to kiss Korinna's forehead. You're going to have to sort all this out with her later, though you have no idea how just yet, but you need to deal with this trial first. Still, as you stride towards the door, you can feel that there is a definite spring in your step.
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[[Continue|North Corridor]]Never having been one to deny an earnest request from your little sister, you plunge down once more, slamming your cock in all the way to her cervix as your climax finally erupts. Unleashing a raging hot tide of cum inside her, you can't help but groan in satisfaction which Korinna mirrors, her body shuddering as the torrent of dark fire and seed push her ongoing orgasm to new heights. Dumping load after load directly into her womb, you can almost feel it greedily drinking it all up until her petite body is stuffed so full it starts to overflow.
The next few moments feel like they last an eternity, but ultimately the tide does start to recede, and you give Korinna a few final small pumps to get the last spurts of seed into her before releasing her legs and collapsing atop her. Soaking in the reverberations of your tremendous ejaculation, you take deep breaths and let your body cool off after your prodigious exertions. Feeling your sister's limp body still quiver under you occasionally, you do wonder if perhaps you overdid it, but she seemed to be enjoying herself, perhaps a bit too much.
Much as you might want to, though, you can't stay like this forever, so with a sigh, you push yourself up, soft dick sliding out of your sister with a small pop, her tight slit releasing you only reluctantly. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you briefly consider what's just transpired as you pull your clothing back in order; it's difficult to believe you hadn't realized Korinna held these kinds of feelings for you; it's so obvious looking back. Perhaps a change of perspective was needed; after everything that's happened you're certainly seeing things differently now.
Glancing over at her supine form, you run a hand over your sister's sweat-dampened hair, noting that other than her skin still being flushed, nothing seems any different about her. You start to pull away, but Korinna turns over and limply grasps at your hand, absently murmuring, "I'm so happy, <<PName>>..." Blinking, you look at her drowsing face and chuckle a little, untangling your hand and grabbing a thick cloth off a nearby table to towel yourself off.
Standing up, you make ready to leave, ensuring everything is in order before bending down to kiss Korinna's forehead. You're going to have to sort all this out with her later, though you have no idea how just yet, but you need to deal with this trial first. Still, as you stride towards the door, you can feel that there is a definite spring in your step.
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[[Continue|North Corridor]]After a moment's hesitation, you pull out, the tip of your dick sliding free just before it erupts, spewing thick ropes of greyish seed out over your little sister's torso and the back of her legs as your orgasm rushes through you. Groaning in relief, you empty yourself over her, enjoying the feeling of her slim body jumping slightly under you whenever a splatter of hot cum hits her. Pressing the length of your shaft against her slit, you slide it back and forth, trying to coax every spurt to reach even further and coat as much of Korinna as possible.
What feels like an eternity later, but is probably only a handful of seconds, the surge finally starts to dwindle, the last few threads of seed seeping out slowly, and you shake your hips to get the last few drops out. Rolling to one side, you collapse onto the bed next to your sister and soak in the afterglow, feeling pleasantly spent. Listening to Korinna's rough breathing, you wonder if perhaps you went a bit overboard, but she did ask for it.
Much as you might want to, though, you can't stay like this forever, so after catching your breath for a few moments, you push yourself up. Perching on the edge of the bed, you briefly consider what's just transpired as you pull your clothing back in order; it's difficult to believe you hadn't realized Korinna held these kinds of feelings for you; it's so obvious looking back. Perhaps a change of perspective was needed; after everything that's happened, you're certainly seeing things differently now.
Glancing over at her supine form, you run a hand over your sister's sweat-dampened hair, noting that other than her skin still being flushed and covered in greyish cum, nothing seems any different about her. You start to pull away, but Korinna turns over and limply grasps at your hand, absently murmuring, "I'm so happy, <<PName>>..." Blinking, you look at her drowsing face and chuckle a little, untangling your hand and grabbing a thick cloth off a nearby table to towel yourself off.
Standing up, you make ready to leave, ensuring everything is in order before bending down to kiss Korinna's forehead, carefully avoiding the splatters of your seed. You're going to have to sort all this out with your sister later, though you have no idea how just yet, but you need to deal with this trial first. Still, as you stride towards the door, you can feel that there is a definite spring in your step.
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[[Continue|North Corridor]]Feeling a surge of energy as you come to a decision, you ram yourself deep inside Korinna one final time, pushing your torso up to a sitting position while at the same time guiding Korinna to lay down before you. On the edge of losing control, you hastily pull out, just barely sliding free of her lower lips before your orgasm explodes, sending a shower of pearlescent white seed cascading over your little sister's groin and belly. Back arching, your sister lets out a guttural cry, eyes rolling up as the overwhelming sensations hit her, both of you riding the wave of bliss as you pump streams of cum onto her.
Shooting load after load of hot seed out over your little sister for what feels like an eternity, you do inevitably feel the tide start to wane. Coaxing out the last little spurts with a few pumps, you finally collapse against the bed with a deep sigh, Korinna panting beside you. Basking in the afterglow, thoughts drift idly through your mind, and you suppose you should feel a little guilty about taking advantage of your sister's infatuation with you to bed her, but it just felt so right, no matter what any petty moralizing might say.
Might as you might wish to, though, you can't stay like this forever, so, reluctantly, you roll away from Korinna, shaking your head to clear the post-coital fog still clinging to you. Propping yourself up on one arm, you glance over at your sister, taking in her flushed skin, slick with your cum, and half-lidded, unfocused brown eyes flecked with gold. Apparently, they weren't quite as unfocused as you thought though, as, with a flutter of lashes, she looks up and meets your eyes, a small, wan smile blooming on her lips.
Brushing a loose lock of wavy brown hair out of her face, you lean down and softly kiss her forehead before getting up off the bed. Snagging some cloth from a nearby table, you wipe yourself clean of sweat and any other fluids spattered on you, wondering if you should say something. Now doesn't seem like the time for any real talking, though, Korinna looks exhausted, and you still need to deal with this trial, plus both of you probably need some time to think.
Figuring it can wait till after you've sorted this out, you finish cleaning yourself off, making sure your clothing is straightened out and in order, and then give your sister a quick farewell. Walking towards the door, you avoid looking back; you need a clear head to focus on what is ahead. Plus, you've probably had enough time to recover and don't want to tempt yourself into going back for a second round.
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[[Continue|North Corridor]]Leaning over, you give your little sister a quick hug and bid her your goodbyes before standing up. You resolve to have a long talk with her after everything is sorted out, but otherwise try to put your suspicions to the back of your mind for now. Trying to put on a cheerful face, you give her a wave and turn to head for the door.
[[Continue|North Corridor]]Ramming into your sister's drenched snatch for the final time, pulling out doesn't even occur to you as you force your cock all the way up to her cervix and explode inside her. Not that it matters; with the death grip Korinna has you in, you doubt you could have separated in time anyway as you unleash surge after surge of hot seed directly into her womb. Eyes rolling up towards the heavens, your little sister screams wordlessly as she drowns in the pleasure, slim body eagerly drinking up every drop of cum, practically sucking it out of you.
Driving out the final few spurts of thick seed, you give a deeply satisfied sigh as you empty yourself inside Korinna's slick honeypot. Coming to rest atop her slender, sweat-stained form, you bask in the post-coital glow, breathing slowly and deeply as your mind drifts on the currents. Your sister on the other hand, is still panting and shuddering as the aftershocks of her prolonged orgasm work their way through her.
Shifting to one side, you sink onto the bed, your mostly soft cock parting from its warm haven reluctantly as you lay on your side, one arm draped over your sister's bare chest. Eyes mostly closed, you pay little attention to anything as your mind wanders aimlessly, until you're eventually brought back to awareness by several jostling movements. Prying your bleary eyes all the way open, you're surprised to find Korinna perched on the edge of the bed with her back turned to you.
Pulling her chiton back into place and refastening it, your sister combs her hands through her hair several times in an attempt to untangle and smooth it down, with limited success. Having done what she can to tame her sweat-dampened locks, Korinna stands and glances back, noticing your groggy gaze and flashing a smile. Turning to face you, she leans over to cup your cheek with one delicate hand, saying in an uncharacteristically bold tone, "Wish I could stay longer, buuut we've both got places to be. At least we've finally come to an...understanding, everything else can be sorted out later."
With that, she turns on her heel and strides to the door, a distinct spring in her step as you stare after her. You're still having trouble reconciling your sister's behavior with your inner picture of her, was she only ever awkward around you because of her feelings, or is this new confidence more the influence of the trial? Either way, you can't lay here forever thinking about it, so you push yourself up, make sure everything's in order and leave as well.
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[[Continue|North Corridor]]Leaning over, you move in to kiss your sister on the cheek, quickly brushing your lips against her skin. As you start to pull away though, Korinna throws her slim arms around your neck and pulls you back in, to your surprise, pressing her mouth firmly against yours this time. So surprised are you by this sudden turn that you don't have any time to consider resisting as she drags you down to the bed, still locked together.
Dumbfounded by how aggressive your meek sister is acting, it takes you several seconds to gather your thoughts, and by that time, she's wrapped herself around you so tightly you'd probably need to get rough to get her off you. You don't have the heart to do that to her, and you have to admit it feels rather pleasant having her soft, slim body pressed up against you like this. So pleasant, in fact, that you can feel your <<DickDesc>> dick stirring in response, sprouting to life until it's pressing rigidly into Korinna's thigh.
Wondering if she noticed, and feeling a bit awkward now, you make a few half-hearted attempts to extricate yourself from your current predicament or at least create some space between your sister and your crotch, but every time she just wiggles closer, sending sparks through your brain as she rubs up against your engorged cock. Resigning yourself to your fate, you fold your arms around Korinna and return her kiss, engulfing her honey-sweet mouth with yours.
Pleased sounds emanate from Korinna's throat as you finally start to reciprocate her embrace, and she practically pulls you on top of her, arms and legs gripping you tightly. Still surprised by how forward she's continuing to be, you start to wonder exactly how far she intends to take this and whether it could be the trial and Lysandrim's influence emboldening her. If so, you probably should try to slow down before things go too far.
Weighed down by these thoughts, your movements lose steam as you consider what to do, until finally, your sister takes notice and pulls away, breathing heavy as she asks, "What's wrong?" Not knowing how to broach the topic, you waffle, mumbling a few vague excuses and trying to avoid her gaze. Narrowing her eyes slightly, Korinna takes a deep breath to steady herself and, looking you straight in the eye, says, "By the gods, do I have to get down on my hands and knees and beg you to fuck me, big brother?"
[[Next|Korinna Love 2]]Feeling like you just got smashed in the face with a club, you cough several times as your brain reels in shock, but your sister isn't done quite yet, continuing, "After years of quietly following you around, obsessing about how to express my feelings without coming off as a silly little girl, I've gotten this one perfect opportunity //and// you //finally// seem to get it, but you're dragging your feet!" Blinking rapidly, you open your mouth, but no words come out as Korinna sucks in another breath and delivers the final blow, "So stop worrying about the future, accept your present fortune, and stick your cock in me already!"
Your mind goes blank as it tries to work through what Korinna just said, but your groin has no such issue, growing so hard it starts to ache from the friction as it strains against the fabric of your <<ShortCloth>>. Instinctively, you reach down to free it without considering your current circumstances, and it springs clear, swaying turgidly before coming to a stop pointing almost directly at your sister's exposed crotch. Staring downwards, you're unsure when she unclasped her chiton, but she immediately takes advantage of the situation, pushing her hips up until she's impaled on your <<DickDesc>> rod.
You both groan as your dick slides home inside her, relief and pleasure coursing through you as her folds part around you. So overwhelming are the sensations at first that you don't realize that you've already started unconsciously moving your hips, plunging your cock in and out of your sister's virgin pussy. Well, formerly virgin pussy, the abrupt insertion has left a red smear on your shaft as irrefutable proof of Korinna's flower being thoroughly plucked.
You almost stop moving, but it would be pointless now; the damage is done, and she's made it clear that this is what she wants. To underscore this, Korinna pulls you back down to continue your earlier kiss, being even more aggressive about it and practically shoving her tongue down the back of your throat. Bodies moving in sync, the sounds of your coupling begin to echo around the room as you start actively participating, her fire kindling yours and pushing both of you to intensify your efforts.
Locked together like that for some time, it almost starts to worry you how compatible you are, despite your sister's inexperience, her body quickly adjusts to your invasion, love juices flowing freely from her now, punctuating every thrust with wet squelching sounds. The faint note of pain that had tinged her breathing and muffled cries also has also faded, leaving only eager lust. Feeling a bit light-headed, you pry your lips away from Korinna's and suck in a breath to steady yourself before placing your hands firmly on her waist and deepening your thrusts until you start bottoming out inside her.
[[Next|Korinna Love 3]]<<if $DickS > 5>>You're almost surprised her petite body can fit your full length, you're just barely brushing<<else>>Your dick fits inside her petite body like it was made for her, you just barely brush<</if>> up against the entrance to her womb at the apex of every movement. Every time you do, Korinna lets out an exclamation, first calling out your name in surprise, then working her way through several gods before devolving into wordless cries of pleasure. A surge of affection runs through you as you watch her expression grow increasingly disordered and amorous, and you lean in to kiss her neck and throat.
Increasing your pace until you're pumping your sister with wild abandon, you feel a heavy tightness start to build in your groin, signaling the end is approaching. Korinna also seems to be spiraling towards the precipice, her voice getting higher and breathier with each thrust until she moans, "Gods, I feel something coming!" Nibbling on her ear, you suppress the urge to simply wail away at her until you explode, changing up the angle and force of your movements instead, seeking out what elicits the best reactions from her.
After a few long moments filled with the sounds of wet skin slapping together, her body under you jumps slightly after one particularly long, scooping lunge, so you repeat it a few times, noting her increasing reactions with each repetition. Tightening her grip on you, Korinna gasps out, "Yes! Right there, <<PName>>! Just like that!" Grinning to yourself, you figure you might as well give the lady what she wants and focus on pounding her slit with similar thrusts again and again.
In short order your sister's moans reach a fever pitch, and with a wordless cry her entire body clenches around you, going rigid as the shock of her first orgasm runs through her. Panting heavily for breath as the aftershocks run through her, Korinna's eyes flutter as she mumbles, "Ah, give me a-hn, moment to- hiiii! Rest!" Shaking your head, you chastise her for cumming without you and instead put more force into your movements, still focusing on hitting her weak spots.
You can barely contain yourself at this point, but you hold on for a little longer, pushing your sister as far as you can; she //is// the one who asked for this, after all. Korinna moans through clenched teeth, trying to maintain some semblance of her wits through the torrent of pleasure as she clings to you, body clenching around you again and again as smaller climaxes follow the first. Finally, you can stand the pressure on your groin no longer, rearing back one last time in preparation for the final plunge.
[[Next|Korinna Insemination]]Gripping her waist tightly, you tell Korinna that it would be cruel to lose her virginity just for the sake of some ritual and deftly roll over so that you're lying atop her. Your sister gasps a little at the sudden shift but otherwise seems unconcerned at this development, gazing up at you with her large brown eyes and wrapping her arms around your neck as you start to move. Taking it slow at first, you gently slide in and out of her tight vagina, carefully trying to coax her juices out so you can really get started.
Leaning in, you cradle her head and press your lips against hers in an extended kiss, which she eagerly returns, small happy sounds escaping her throat. After several minutes of slow, deliberate movements and kissing, you start to feel her slim body relax around you, and moving becomes a bit easier, though she's still extraordinarily tight. Speeding up some, you break the kiss and ask how she's feeling, to which she breathily replies, "I'm fine, <<PName>>, it hardly hurts at all anymore, so move as much as you want."
You're not sure if it's inexperience or if she's just trying to please you, but you're pretty sure if you went all out now, you'd tear her apart, so you keep to your current slow and steady pace. Sliding one hand down her belly to where your bodies meet, you start trying to delicately coax her little clit out of hiding, rubbing and gently flicking its protective hood. A hot sigh escapes her, reminding you that her upper lips are unoccupied, and you bend down for another, deeper kiss.
Between this three-pronged attack, in almost no time, the wet sounds of skin sliding against skin start to fill the air as your sister's slit begins to leak rivulets of honey. With the increased lubrication, you speed up, and Korinna pleasantly against you, giving you a perfect opportunity to stick your tongue down her throat. Eyes flying open in shock, she gives a muffled exclamation of surprise at the sudden intrusion but settles down once she realizes what's going on.
The gradual process of her petite body adjusting to your <<DickDesc>> cock seems to have finally reached a comfortable place as your tongues twine together. She's still tight as hell, but you finally feel free to move as you like without worrying, so you put some force into your hips and start plowing into her with fast, powerful movements. Arching her back, she presses up against you more tightly, and small groans start escaping her every time your dick bottoms out inside her.
[[Next|Korinna Lovemaking 2]]Coming up for air, you break the kiss and suck in a deep breath; looking down at your sister's dewy half-lidded eyes, a spark runs through you and, unable to resist the urge to push her even further, you crane your head down and start sucking on one of the pink nubs atop her modest breasts. Hugging your head tightly to her, between gasps of pleasure, Korinna moans, "Oh gods, <<PName>>..." As Korinna's breathing grows increasingly heavy and ragged, you can feel your own orgasm start to boil over, despite your best efforts to contain it.
Scooping out her insides vigorously, you make an effort to stimulate as much of your little sister's pussy as possible with each thrust, hoping to hit any sweet spots she might have. Little gasps and convulsions signal that you're on the right track and that she's getting close as well. Still clutching you tightly, Korinna starts to unconsciously move her slim body in time with yours, moaning, "What is this feeling? Like I'm about to fall into a sea of madness..."
Grinning against her, you spur yourself to one final effort, pounding Korinna with everything you've got as you spiral up towards the peak of pleasure that awaits. Unable to hold back any longer, with one last climactic push, you plunge your cock inside her as far as it will go before it explodes, unleashing a flood of cum inside her tight little cunt as you orgasm heavily. The sensation of your hot seed raging inside her seems to be the final piece that pushes your sister over the edge and into a wordless wail as currents of pleasure sweep away her reason.
You lay entwined like that for quite a while, the experience having left you both dazed and breathless, but eventually, you pull away, your half-soft cock slipping out of Korinna with a wet plop and releasing a stream of mixed fluids that begin seeping from her slit. Sitting back, you try to catch your breath, glancing at your sister's dopey but satisfied face and wondering what the consequences of this are going to look like. Now, however, is not the time to be getting reflective, though you're definitely going to need to sort this situation out after you're finished with this ordeal.
Wiping off the symbols drawn on you with a nearby cloth, you've started to collect your clothing and get dressed when you hear a rustle behind you, and then two slim arms drape over your shoulders as your sister murmurs in your ear, "Promise me you'll be safe and won't get hurt again, <<PName>>." With a cocky grin, you reassure her that they wouldn't go to all this trouble of healing you and setting up this whole trial just to get you hurt again and reach behind you to pat her on the head. Finishing getting your things in order, you make your goodbyes to Korinna, kiss her forehead gently and make for the door, feeling surprisingly more confident about how things will turn out now yourself.
<<set $kcp to true>>
<<modlus -100>>
<<modsexfat 10>>
<<modlew 1>>
[[Continue|North Corridor]]Looking extremely embarrassed, Korinna wrings her hands nervously as she says, "W-well, I'd been at a loss as to what I could actually do up until now, but then I saw how, um...different you seem." Your appearance //has// changed, and honestly, even you're not sure if that's as far as it goes or how you feel about it yourself, but you nod encouragingly at her to go on. The hand wringing intensifies, and your sister starts fidgeting as she continues, "T-there was one time a priestess who was teaching us about the types of ceremonies and rituals performed here mentioned a ritual to restore a person's body to its intended state, though, she said it wasn't used in Lysandrim's temples very often."
You've never heard of such a thing, but that's hardly surprising, especially if it isn't done that often, though you have to wonder if they had something like that, couldn't it have healed you instead of going through all this hassle with Lysandrim? Slipping off the bed, Korinna pads over to a small cabinet and pulls the doors open to reveal a honeycomb of nooks containing rolled-up scrolls, glancing over them for several moments before removing one and quickly checking it. Nodding to herself, she returns, and, blushing furiously, holds it out to you.
Looking at the scroll, you laboriously work your way through the cramped, somewhat archaic text, and while you don't recognize some of the words and terms, several things become clear. This ritual could not be done for someone as injured as you were, as the target has to participate, and none of the priestesses could have used it even if they wanted to, as the ritual requires a maiden to perform it. What really starts your heart pounding in your chest, though, and explains your sister's fresh bout of nerves, is the actual ritual seems to entail deflowering the one performing it as the primary act.
Eyebrows raised as high as they can go, you look up and ask if she understands what she's proposing, and, seemingly too embarrassed to speak anymore, Korinna simply nods. Still not quite able to believe it yourself, you ask if she's really okay with this, to which she meekly responds, "If it'll help you even a little bit, I want to do anything I can." Stunned that your quiet little sister would be willing to go so far for you, you lean way back and try to think about this clearly.
<<if $genF == false>>[[Go ahead with the ritual|Korinna Ritual Male]]<<else>>[[Go ahead with the ritual|Korinna Ritual Female]]<</if>>
<<abcd "(B)">>[[Talk her out of it|Korrina Reject]]
<<abcd "(A)">><<if $genF == false>>==Kiss her cheek and assure her you're fine==<<else>>==Kiss her cheek and assure her you're fine==<</if>>Straddling your legs, Korinna closes her eyes and, in a far more confident voice, starts to almost chant, "Gods, I beseech you, hear my plea. Before me lies a being twisted from its natural course, and I offer myself freely to cleanse them, please, show mercy and let the blood of innocence wash away all distortions in body, mind, and soul and return them to their intended state." Sliding closer, your little sister positions herself atop you, inexperience rendering her movements awkward, until the shaft of your already-rigid cock is pressed up against her mound.
Sucking in a breath, your sister swings herself up and hovers over your dick, trying to get herself lined up but fumbling it the first couple of times. Face flaming red, she eventually manages it, lowering her hips until you feel your tip start to enter her; her small body is extraordinarily tight, though, so she needs to put some force in it to proceed, small sounds of discomfort escaping from her clenched lips as she slowly sinks down onto your rod. After an inch or two of your <<DickDesc>> cock is buried in her, you come up against an obstruction, and an involuntary grimace passes across Korinna's face.
You don't exactly have a lot of experience with virgins, but you can only assume this must be her maidenhead, and, not wanting her to hurt herself unduly, you reach up and grab her waist, holding her back. Telling her there's no rush, you start shifting your hips slightly, slowly working yourself back and forth against the barrier, avoiding pressing it with any real force as you seek to nudge it out of the way. Gradually you feel it start to stretch and slowly give way, and continuing your gentle, deliberate movements, you eventually push past it, pulling Korinna down atop you until you're fully buried inside her tight body.
Another small twitch of discomfort crosses her face, but once she comes to rest atop you, a sigh of relief escapes her, and she pauses for several moments as she adjusts to being speared on your <<DickDesc>> rod. The feeling of her warm walls clamped around you tight as an animal trap is almost too much to bear, so you're honestly glad for the break; you have no idea how long you'd last if she started moving now. Raising her arms, Korinna starts to chant again in a slightly breathier voice, "Oh by this red blood of purity I offer, let their body be cleansed."
Reaching down to where your bodies join, your sister wipes up a tiny line of red trickling out and leans forward to dab it on your stomach. Not expecting much, you do actually feel an odd shifting sensation spreading throughout your body, which increases as Korinna continues, repeating similar lines, but for mind and soul, and then dabbing your forehead and chest. Finished with that, she sucks in another deep breath and then slowly starts to move up and down atop you.
<<set $corruption to 0>>
<<modlew -10>>
<<set $divinity to 0>>\
<<set $fem to 0>>
<<set $trans to 0>>\
[[Next|Korinna Ritual 3]]Straddling your legs, Korinna closes her eyes and, in a far more confident voice, starts to almost chant, "Gods, I beseech you, hear my plea. Before me lies a being twisted from its natural course, and I offer myself freely to cleanse them, please, show mercy and let the blood of innocence wash away all distortions in body, mind, and soul and return them to their intended state." Sliding closer, your little sister positions herself atop you, inexperience rendering her movements awkward, and grabs a rigid, leather-bound rod she'd placed nearby.
Sucking in a breath, your sister swings herself up and hovers over you, trying to line up the leathery shaft with the cleft in her mound, but fumbling it the first couple of times. Face flaming red, eventually, she manages it, lowering her hips until the tip starts to enter her; it seems like she's having to put some force in it to proceed, small sounds of discomfort escaping from her clenched lips as she slowly sinks down the length of the olisbos. After an inch or two is buried in her, she stops, an involuntary grimace passing across Korinna's face.
You don't exactly have a lot of experience with virgins, but you can only assume she's run up against her maidenhead, and, not wanting her to hurt herself unduly, you reach down and grab her wrist, holding her back. Telling her there's no rush, you start shifting the rod slightly, slowly working it back and forth against the barrier, avoiding pressing it with any real force as you seek to nudge it out of the way. Gradually you feel it start to stretch and slowly give way, and, continuing your gentle, deliberate movements, you eventually push past it, Korinna sliding down atop you until the shaft is almost entirely buried inside her tight body.
Another small twitch of discomfort crosses her face, but once she comes to rest, a sigh of relief escapes her, and she pauses for several moments as she adjusts to the intruding object. The sight of her nubile body swaying and shuddering atop you sparks embers of desire within you, so you're earnestly grateful you'll soon have a dick once more, hopefully. Raising her arms, Korinna starts to chant again in a slightly breathier voice, "Oh by this red blood of purity I offer, let their body be cleansed."
Reaching down to where the olisbos spreads her lips apart, your sister wipes up a tiny line of red trickling out and leans forward to dab it on your stomach. Not expecting much, you do start to feel an odd shifting sensation spreading throughout your body, which increases as Korinna continues, repeating similar lines, but for the mind and soul instead, and then dabbing your forehead and chest. Finished with that, she sucks in another deep breath and then slowly starts to move up and down atop you.
<<set $corruption to 0>>
<<modlew -10>>
<<set $divinity to 0>>\
<<set $fem to 0>>
<<set $trans to 0>>\
<<set $genF to false>>\
<<if $dickS < 6>><<set $dickS to 6>><</if>>\
[[Next|Korinna Ritual 3f]]The sensations of your insides shifting and her tight, untouched pussy squeezing you as she moves combine together in such a way that it feels as if your brain is being sucked out through your dick, and your mind goes blank in a sea of whiteness. Snapping back to reality, you wonder what just happened; it felt almost like an orgasm, but you don't think you came, and Korinna certainly hasn't reacted at all. Shrugging inwardly, you return to enjoying the pleasure of your little sister riding your cock.
Almost immediately thereafter, though, she stops moving and, with a nervous air, says, "Well, the ritual is complete, and I think it worked. We can stop now..." Trailing off, it almost sounds as if she's asking a question, and it seems she's leaving it up to you.
<<abcd "(A)">>[[You're not going to let her first time end like this|Korinna Lovemaking]]
<<abcd "(B)">>[[End it here|Korinna Ritual End]]The shifting sensations and smoldering embers of lust combine together in such a way it's as if your brain's being sucked out through your navel, your mind going blank in a sea of whiteness. Snapping back to reality, you wonder what just happened; it felt almost like an orgasm, but you don't think you came, and Korinna certainly hasn't reacted at all. Shrugging inwardly, you look down and see your formerly soft female body has been replaced with more familiar toned masculine lines, complete with rigid cock bumping up against Korinna's petite ass.
Your sister almost immediately stops moving and, with a nervous air, says, "Well, the ritual is complete, and it, ah, certainly seems to have worked. I guess we can stop now..." Trailing off, it almost sounds as if she's asking a question, and it seems she's leaving it up to you.
<<abcd "(A)">>[[You're not going to let her first time end like this|Korinna Lovemaking]]
<<abcd "(B)">>[[End it here|Korinna Ritual End]]You've already taken this as far as you're willing to, this much can be explained as a ritual, and no one would bat an eye, any further though, and your sister's reputation would be permanently at risk. Reluctantly lifting Korinna off you, you sit up and gently set her down next to you, trying not to see the look of hurt and disappointment that crosses her face. Placing a hand firmly on her shoulder, you thank her emphatically, trying to make it clear how much you appreciate what she's done and reassure her how much it means to you.
Telling yourself that you're going to need to have a long talk with your sister after this is all settled, you lift your hand and stroke the top of her head a few times before telling her you have to go. Looking away from you, she nods once as you grab a cloth and wipe the symbols off you and get dressed. Torn, you briefly consider trying to console Korinna some more but force yourself to head for the door to get this cursed trial over with.
<<modlus 10>>
[[Continue|North Corridor]]Telling yourself that you need to do this to get your normal body back, and for no other reason, you nod and say you should do it. Korinna's eyes widen slightly, and she visibly swallows before bobbing her head and saying, "Y-yes, okay, so we're doing it. Uhhh, I'll need to get a few things r-ready before..." Rising hurriedly, your sister bustles awkwardly about the room, grabbing a few things and depositing them on a small table right next to the bed.
Growing visibly more nervous as she moves, Korinna finally stops before the bed, wringing her hands and avoiding your gaze as she struggles with something until you clear your throat and ask what should come next. Jumping slightly, your sister hurriedly stammers, "W-w-w-w-well, uh, w-we should p-p-probably get u-undressed..." Raising an eyebrow as if to ask if that's all, you look at her calmly as you slide off your <<ShortCloth>> and let it slip to the ground.
Your sister's face and neck turn bright red as she stares at your naked curves, all other thoughts swept from her mind. With a bemused smirk, you ask if she intends to continue or stand there gawking at your transformed body for the rest of her days, enjoying the look of absolute panic that spreads across her face as she snaps back to reality. Spurred back into motion, she quickly unclasps the peronai holding her chiton together and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her petite body.
Your breath catches a little as you gaze at her nubile form; even after all the erotic and debauched situations you've been exposed to so far, there's something special about your innocent sister exposing herself to somebody, perhaps for the first time. Korinna then seats herself on the edge and grabs a small jar she placed on an adjacent stand, scooping out an inky black paste with which she starts drawing various shapes and symbols on her pale skin. You don't recognize them as letters or anything, but then most of your attention is currently focused on the soft curves of her modest breasts and hips.
After a few minutes of painting herself, your sister turns to you and shyly squeaks, "Y-your turn now, I need to d-draw a few things on you, too." Scooting closer, Korinna gently guides you down onto the bed and starts dabbing some of the stuff on you, mainly on your stomach and forehead, with a few simple lines elsewhere. Eventually, she finishes and, taking several slow, deep breaths, says, "Okay, now we can start, all you have to do is lie back and go along with things once I start, um, moving."
[[Next|Korinna Ritual 2f]]Telling yourself that you're just doing this to pass the trial and no other reason, you nod and say you should do it. Korinna's eyes widen slightly, and she visibly swallows before bobbing her head and saying, "Y-yes, okay, so we're doing it. Uhhh, I'll need to get a few things r-ready before..." Rising hurriedly, your sister bustles awkwardly about the room, grabbing a few things and depositing them on a small table right next to the bed.
Growing visibly more nervous as she moves, Korinna finally stops before the bed, wringing her hands and avoiding your gaze until you clear your throat and ask what should come next. Jumping slightly, your sister hurriedly stammers, "W-w-w-w-well, uh, w-we should p-p-probably get u-undressed..." Raising an eyebrow as if to ask, is that all, you look at her calmly as you remove your <<ShortCloth>> and drop it on the ground.
Your sister's face and neck turn bright red as she stares at your naked frame, all other thoughts swept from her mind. With a bemused smile, you ask if she intends to continue or stand there admiring you for the rest of her days and are gratified by the look of absolute panic that spreads across her face as she snaps back to reality. Spurred back into motion, she quickly reaches up and unclasps the peronai holding her chiton together, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her petite body.
You have to admit your breath catches a little as you gaze at her nubile form, even after all the erotic and debauched situations you've been exposed to so far, there's something special about your innocent sister exposing herself to somebody, perhaps for the first time. Korinna then seats herself on the edge of the bed and grabs a small jar she had placed on an adjacent stand, dipping a finger in and scooping out an inky black paste that she starts drawing various shapes and symbols on her pale skin. You don't recognize them as being letters or anything, but then, most of your attention is focused on the soft curves of her modest breasts and hips.
After a few minutes of painting herself, your sister turns to you and shyly squeaks, "Y-your turn now, I need to d-draw a few things on you, too." Scooting closer, Korinna gently guides you down onto the bed and starts dabbing some of the stuff on you, mainly on your stomach and forehead, with a few simple lines elsewhere. Eventually, she finishes, and taking several slow, deep breaths, says, "Okay, now we can start, all you have to do is lie back and go with things once I start, um, moving."
[[Next|Korinna Ritual 2]]A rush of warmth suffuses you as everything finally clicks, and almost by instinct you bend down and gently press your lips against hers. Korinna's eyes go wide as ripe grapes, but she doesn't pull away, instead melting against you. Cradling her delicate body, you slowly sink back until you're prone with your sister laying in your arms, lips still locked together.
Trailing one hand slowly down her back until it rests just above her petite ass, you hold Korinna steady while you slide a leg between her thighs, only a few thin layers of cloth between you and her unspoiled mound. Idly tracing circles on the back of her neck with your thumb, you pour more heat into your kiss, engulfing her lips with yours and sucking on them passionately. You notice your sister's eyes have become unfocused, and her exposed skin has flushed bright red and is radiating heat as she clings tightly to you.
Entwined like that, several minutes pass, with only the sounds of wet kissing and cloth rustling as bodies shift against each other filling the room until your sister finally pulls away, gasping for air. Not wanting to let her gather her thoughts, you continue showering kisses along her cheek, jaw, and neck, causing Korinna to moan out your name before whispering in your ear, "Am I dreaming again?" Working your lips up to her ear, you reply with a whisper of your own, asking if it matters.
Your little sister's only response is to grab your head and mash her lips against yours, body undulating against you as she straddles your leg. Surprised at how quickly she learns for a girl who's probably never even kissed before, you give a small huff of amusement and reciprocate, sliding your tongue into her mouth and giving it a swirl. Seemingly taken by surprise, Korinna lets out a muffled exclamation at the intrusion and accompanying rush of heat, which lets you delve deeper into her mouth, probing into every nook and cranny.
Between the stimulation of both her upper and lower mouths, it doesn't take much longer before you feel a faint telltale dampness against your leg and the subtle squelch of wet cloth rubbing against it. Shifting your hand from her back, you winnow it under her chiton and perizoma until it slides up against her hot slit. Your sister's eyes refocus on yours, and you see eagerness in her face, tempered by only a small amount of trepidation.
<<if $genF == false>>[[Next|Korinna Seduction 2]]<<else>>[[Next|Korinna Seduction 2f]]<</if>>Seeking the little nub that should crown her mound, you grope about her groin until you locate it, a spark of warmth jumping between you as you start to delicately stimulate it. Korinna's reaction is immediate, bucking her hips and arching her back with a wordless cry against you. Working her clit like a musical instrument, you marvel at the variety of sounds your sister can still make with your tongue shoved down her throat as she squirms and shudders atop you.
Eyes dewy and unfocused, Korinna's flushed body radiates heat as she wriggles against your hand fervidly, seeking more stimulation. Stealthily bringing your unoccupied hand up to her shoulder, you deftly unpin her chiton and sweep it off her in one motion. You're not sure if she even noticed, so preoccupied is she with the movement of your tongue and fingers.
Now unhindered by obstructions, you coax and caress every fold of your little sister's gushing pussy, discovering every sensitive spot and exploiting them to push her closer and closer to her peak. Her muffled voice rises to match, pitching higher and sweeter as she's swept up in the rush of pleasure. Unable to stand it any longer, Korinna jerks away from you, her eyes drifting upwards to stare at the ceiling as her first orgasm sweeps through her, body convulsing slightly as her slit sprays out spurts of clear liquid.
After what probably felt like an eternity to her but was only a few seconds, Korinna's movements cease, and she lies panting atop you. Still somewhat out of it, your sweat-soaked sister absently gasps out, "Oh gods, what's happening to me?" Shifting back, her eyes widen slightly as her mound presses against your rigid shaft and snaps her back to reality.
Pushing herself up until her glistening body straddles your waist, with a coquettish smile, Korinna says, "Ah, of course, I've been very selfish, haven't I? You've been doing all the work, and I'm the only one whose been feeling good. Well, that's easy enough to fix." Eagerly pawing at your clothing until your <<DickDesc>> dick springs free, she pauses a moment to stare, then lifts herself over your rod and lines it up with her soaking slit. Fumbling it a few times, Korinna finally gets you properly pressing up against her entrance, then, biting her lip in anticipation, plunges onto your cock all at once.
[[Next|Korinna Seduction 3]]Seeking the little nub that should crown her mound, you grope about her groin until you locate it, a spark of warmth jumping between you as you delicately stimulate it. Korinna's reaction is immediate, bucking her hips and arching her back with a wordless cry against you. Working her clit like a musical instrument, you marvel at the variety of sounds your sister can make with your tongue shoved down her throat as she squirms and shudders atop you.
Eyes dewy and unfocused, Korinna's flushed body radiates heat as she wriggles against your hand fervidly, seeking more stimulation. Stealthily bringing your unoccupied hand up to her shoulder, you deftly unpin her chiton and sweep it off her in one motion. You're not sure if she even noticed, so preoccupied is she with the movement of your tongue and fingers.
Now unhindered by obstructions, you coax and caress every fold of your little sister's gushing pussy, discovering every sensitive spot and exploiting them to push her closer and closer to her peak. Her muffled voice rises to match, pitching higher and sweeter as she's swept up in the rush of pleasure. Unable to stand it any longer, Korinna jerks away from you, and her eyes drift upwards to stare at the ceiling as her first orgasm sweeps through her, body convulsing slightly as her slit sprays out spurts of clear liquid.
After what probably felt like an eternity to her but was only a few seconds, her movements cease, and she lies panting atop you. Still somewhat out of it, your sweat-soaked sister absently gasps out, "Oh gods, what's happening to me?" Shifting against you Korinna's eyes widen slightly as her leg presses against your hot slit, and she snaps back to reality.
Pushing herself up until her glistening body straddles your waist, a coquettish smile spreads across her face as Korinna says, "Ah, of course, I've been very selfish, haven't I, you've been doing all the work, and I'm the only one who's been feeling good. Well, that's easy enough to fix." Eagerly pawing at your clothing until your <<ShortCloth>> is practically torn off you, she pauses a moment to stare, then presses a hand against your lower lips. Fumbling it a few times, Korinna finally gets her fingers properly lined up with your entrance, then, biting her lip in anticipation, plunges them into your slit all at once.
[[Next|Korinna Seduction 3f]]The tightness of Korinna's virgin slit puts up some resistance, but with how drenched it is, she manages to work her way down the length of your <<DickDesc>> cock without much trouble, bottoming out with a sigh. A subtle current of warmth starts flowing between your connected bodies, and she closes her eyes as the deluge of unfamiliar sensations hits her. Arching her back a bit, your sister lets out a small moan and gyrates her waist, reveling in the pleasure soaking through her.
You understand how she feels, you could lay here relishing in the feeling of her slick folds wrapped around you forever, but you'd rather move things along so you can feel even better. You could start moving yourself, but it'd be more interesting if Korinna kept the initiative, so instead, you brush one thumb up against her vulva until it bumps against her clit so lightly it could have almost been accidental. Jumping slightly at the stimulation, your sister glances down at you feverishly and tentatively starts to ride up and down your dick, skin flushed and eyes bright.
Her enthusiastic movements are awkward at first, but her inexperience holds a certain charm; jerky, halting movements giving way to a smoother rhythm as her confidence grows. Waist flowing up and down, your little sister's voice begins to take on a high, amorous tone, and her breathing becomes clearly audible as she sways atop you. Pleased with how things are going so far, you rest your hands on her hips, fingers pressing lightly into the flesh of her slim ass.
You spend some time like this, Korinna slowly growing accustomed to the movement of your bodies and learning how best to squeeze out every drop of pleasure. You enjoy experiencing the transition from innocent young virgin to flowering young woman, but you think she's about at the limit of what she can learn herself, for her first time at least. Deciding it's time to get involved yourself, you gently grab one of her tragically unutilized arms and guide her hand up to her own modest chest, using your free hand to demonstrate exactly how she should use it.
Using your index finger and thumb to toy with her small, pink nipple, you let her breast flow across your palm as you rotate it in small circles, massaging her expertly. With a pleased exhalation, Korinna breathes out, "Ahh, <<PName>>..." Once she's picked up the idea and is eagerly groping her perky tits on her own, you turn your attention back to where your cock is sliding in and out of her, placing your hands back on her hips and gently guide her movements, trying to show her how to mix things up and vary her pace and rhythm.
[[Next|Korinna Seduction 4]]Your slit puts up some resistance to Korinna's awkward fingers, but with how drenched it is, she manages to work her way down into your folds without too much trouble, and you sigh as she bottoms out inside you. A subtle current of warmth starts flowing between your connected bodies, and your sister closes her eyes as the deluge of unfamiliar sensations hits her. Arching her back a bit, she lets out a small moan and gyrates her waist slightly, reveling in the pleasure soaking through her.
You understand how she feels, you could lay here relishing in the feeling of her slim fingers inside, but you'd rather move things along so you can feel even better. You could just start moving yourself, but it'd be more interesting if Korinna kept the initiative, so instead, you brush one thumb up her vulva until it bumps against her clit so lightly it could have almost been accidental. Jumping slightly at the stimulation, your sister seems to regain some of her senses and starts tentatively working her fingers in and out, skin flushed and eyes bright.
Her enthusiastic movements are awkward at first, but her inexperience holds a certain charm; jerky, halting movements giving way to a smoother rhythm as her confidence grows. Waist riding up and down against your thigh, your little sister's voice begins to take on a high, amorous tone, and her breathing becomes clearly audible as she writhes atop you. Pleased with how things are going so far, you rest your hands on her hips, fingers pressing lightly into the flesh of her slim ass.
You spend some time like this, Korinna slowly growing accustomed to the movement of your bodies and learning how best to squeeze out every drop of pleasure. You're enjoying experiencing the transition from innocent young virgin to flowering young woman, but you think she's about at the limit of what she can learn herself, for her first time, at least. Deciding it's time to get involved yourself, you gently grab her tragically unutilized arm and guide her hand up to your <<BustDesc>> breasts, then reach over to her own modestly endowed chest to demonstrate exactly how she should use it.
Using your index finger and thumb to toy with her small, pink nipple, you let her breast flow across your palm as you rotate it in small circles, massaging her expertly. With a pleased exhalation, Korinna breathes out, "Ahh, <<PName>>..." Once she's picked up the idea and is eagerly groping you on her own, you turn your attention back downwards, placing one hand on her hip to gently guide her movements while stroking her delicate pink clit with the other.
[[Next|Korinna Seduction 4f]]Your sister seems to catch on quickly, whether from natural aptitude, or enthusiasm for her partner, you're not sure, but either way, the warmth and pleasure you're feeling grow with each passing second. Getting serious now, you start to move yourself, matching her rhythm and swinging your hips up to meet her with enough force to fill the room with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Taken off-guard by your sudden shift, Korinna lets out a gasp and shudders as a second, smaller, orgasm runs through her, erotic moans escaping her every time your cock slams into her.
Lithe body swaying unsteadily atop you, your sister's breathing grows increasingly erratic as she grapples with the unfamiliar sensations of pleasure coursing through her until she gasps out, "It's coming again, ohhh gods!" Gripping her waist firmly, you put more force in your thrusts, chuckling as you point out that it's her who's cumming. Korinna doesn't seem to hear you, lost in a trance as she is, though her hips and hands both continue to move unabated.
Watching Korinna's disheveled form undulate above you, the stirrings of your own climax begin to build inside you. Closing your eyes, you immerse yourself in the heat and pressure growing in your abdomen, feeling it flow through you, increasing the pace of your movements to stoke it even higher. Your sister seems to be having a hard time keeping up now, her sweat-stained body desperately pumping up and down on your shaft as increasingly breathless cries escape her lips.
Pounding away at her pussy with your <<DickDesc>> cock, you're somewhat surprised when you feel something start to brush against the tip at the apex of every thrust until you realize Korinna's womb must have descended enough that you're pressing up against the entrance. This insight is affirmed by the high-pitched gasps your sister lets out every time you push into it, and you start lingering for a moment whenever you plunge into her, twirling your hips a bit to toy with her cervix before pulling back.
With this level of stimulation it doesn't take long before you're both standing on the brink, heat radiating off your sweat-slick, writhing bodies as you couple vigorously. Your sister manages to gather her thoughts enough to gasp out, "Aaah! You're getting close now, aren't you? It's fine, mmmmh, you can finish like this, I want it inside!" The pressure inside you has hit the boiling point, and you only have a split second to decide how to proceed.
[[Cum inside|Korrina Divine Insemination]]
[[Cum outside|Korinna Divine Exsemination]]Your sister seems to catch on quickly, whether from natural aptitude or enthusiasm for her partner, you're not sure, but either way, the warmth and pleasure you're feeling grow with each passing second. Getting serious now, you slip several fingers into her, matching her rhythm and pressing your hand into her with enough force to fill the room with the sounds of wet skin sliding against skin. Taken off-guard by your sudden shift, Korinna lets out a gasp and shudders as a second, smaller, orgasm runs through her, erotic moans escaping her every time your fingers slam into her.
Lithe body swaying unsteadily atop you, your sister's breathing grows increasingly erratic as she grapples with the unfamiliar sensations of pleasure coursing through her until she gasps out, "It's coming again, ohhh godsss!" Gripping her waist firmly, you put more force in your thrusts, chuckling as you point out that she's the one who's cumming. Korinna doesn't seem to hear you, lost in a trance as she is, though her hips and hands both continue to move unabated.
Watching Korinna's disheveled form undulate above you, the stirrings of your own climax begin to build inside you. Closing your eyes, you immerse yourself in the heat and pressure growing in your abdomen, feeling it flow through you, increasing the pace of your movements to stoke it even higher. Your sister seems to be having trouble keeping up, her sweat-stained body and fingers working frantically against you as increasingly breathless cries escape her lips.
Pounding away at her pussy with your juice-drenched hand, you're somewhat surprised when you feel your sister press up against you, mashing her small breasts into your <<BustDesc>> ones as she writhes against you. Clamping her mouth over yours, she feverishly works her lips against yours, high-pitched sounds emanating from her throat as she tries her best to devour you whole. Eyes glazed over with pleasure and lust, Korinna continues to undulate atop you as her fingers worm their way into every crack and crevice of your folds.
With this level of stimulation, it doesn't take long before you're both standing on the brink, heat radiating off your sweaty, tangled bodies as you couple vigorously. Your sister manages to gather her thoughts enough to gasp out, "Aaah! You're getting close now too, aren't you? Ah, MMMMH, finally, I'm about to go crazy!" The pressure inside you has hit the boiling point, and you can only hang on as you prepare to go over the edge.
[[Next|Korinna Seduction 5f]]Feeling a surge of energy lance through you, you ram your hand deep inside Korinna one final time, pushing yourself up against her for better leverage as your fingers slide home. With her hand still inside you, the addition of her thigh digging into your groin is enough to push you over the edge, and the warmth inside you explodes into an orgasm. At the same time, your sister lets out a guttural cry and arches her back, eyes rolling up as the overwhelming sensations hit her, sending both of you riding the wave of bliss together.
Spraying streams of clear juices onto each other for what feels like an eternity as you cling to one another, you do inevitably feel the tide start to wane. Shuddering together, the last little spurts leave you as Korinna collapses against you with a deep sigh, spent. Basking in the afterglow, thoughts drift idly through your mind; you suppose you should feel a little guilty about taking advantage of your sister's infatuation with you to bed her, but it just felt so right, besides, her maidenhood is still technically intact.
Might as you might wish, you can't stay like this forever, so you reluctantly roll away from Korinna, shaking your head to clear the post-coital fog still clinging to you. Propping yourself up on one arm, you glance over at your sister, taking in her flushed skin, slick with sweat, and half-lidded, unfocused brown eyes flecked with gold. Apparently, they weren't quite as unfocused as you thought, though, as, with a flutter of lashes, she looks up and meets your eyes, a small, wan smile blooming on her lips.
Brushing a loose lock of wavy brown hair out of her face, you lean down and softly kiss her forehead before getting up off the bed. Snagging some cloth from a nearby table, you wipe yourself clean of sweat and any other fluids spattered on you, wondering if you should say something. Now doesn't really seem like the time for any real discussion, Korinna looks exhausted, and you still need to deal with this trial, plus both of you probably need some time to think.
Figuring it can wait till after you've sorted this out, you finish cleaning yourself off, making sure your clothing is straightened out and in order, and then give your sister a quick farewell. Walking towards the door, you avoid looking back; you need a clear head to focus on what is ahead. Plus, you don't want to tempt yourself into going back for a second round.
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[[Continue|North Corridor]]Feeling a surge of energy as you come to a decision, you ram yourself deep inside Korinna until you hit her cervix and explode, sending a torrent of searing hot cum directly into her womb. Back arching, your sister lets out a guttural shout, and her eyes roll up as the overwhelming sensations hit her, both of you riding the wave of bliss as you pump a seemingly endless stream of seed into her deepest sanctum. The amount you're pouring into her quickly overwhelms what her petite body can hold, flooding her pussy and escaping in small rivulets every time her body spasms atop you.
Entwined together for what feels like an eternity as you shoot load after load of hot cum up into your little sister, you feel the tide start to wane eventually. Ekeing out the last few spurts with a couple of gentle thrusts, you finally relax against the bed with a deep sigh, spent, and Korinna goes limp and collapses onto you. Basking in the afterglow, thoughts drift idly through your mind, you should probably feel a little guilty about taking advantage of your sister's infatuation with you to bed her, but it just felt so right, no matter what any petty moralizing might say.
Much as you might wish to, though, you can't stay like this forever, so reluctantly, you roll Korinna off you, your rapidly softening dick sliding out of her with a wet sound and releasing a flood of pearlescent seed to stain her thighs. Propping yourself up on one arm, you glance over at your sister, taking in her flushed skin, shiny with sweat, and half-lidded, unfocused brown eyes flecked with gold. Apparently, they weren't quite as unfocused as you thought though, as with a flutter of lashes she looks up and meets your eyes, a small, wan smile blooming on her lips.
Brushing a loose lock of wavy brown hair out of her face, you lean down and softly kiss her forehead before getting up off the bed. Snagging some cloth from a nearby table, you wipe yourself clean of sweat and any other fluids spattered on you, wondering if you should say something. Now doesn't seem like the time for any real talking, though, Korinna looks exhausted, and you still need to deal with this trial, plus both of you probably need some time to think.
Figuring it can wait till after you've sorted this out, you finish cleaning yourself off, making sure your clothing is straightened out and in order, and then give your sister a quick farewell. Walking towards the door, you avoid looking back; you need a clear head to focus on what is ahead. Plus, you've probably had enough time to recover and don't want to tempt yourself into going back for a second round.
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[[Continue|North Corridor]]Shaking your head, you tell your little sister that you couldn't possibly let her do this, assuring her that you're certain once this whole mess is dealt with you'll sit down with mother and get everything sorted out. Korinna opens her mouth as if to protest, but you place a finger over her lips and reiterate that you're not going to let your sister throw away something precious because of this ludicrous trial. Taking a deep breath to clear your head, you try to banish all the conflicting thoughts and suspicions plaguing you and resolve to have a long talk with Korinna once you're no longer stuck in a trial that toys with your instincts and feelings.
Reaching over, you wrap Korinna in a firm hug, squeezing her slender form tightly against you for several moments. Finally releasing her, you quickly stand and summon your cheeriest grin, saying your goodbyes and promising to make some time to come and see her when this is all over. Striding towards the door, you force your eyes forward and avoid glancing back, afraid that your resolve might waver.
[[Continue|North Corridor]]Stepping through the door, you find yourself in a good-sized bedroom, lit by a small fireplace and soft candlelight. It seems notably larger than the other bedrooms you peeked in, and the furnishings are slightly higher quality. Not seeing much relevant to your situation, you turn to leave, only to find your way blocked by an unfamiliar woman standing in the doorway. Startled, you instinctively step back into the room. The woman herself is just as surprising. Living with your mother and sisters has left you accustomed to being around beautiful girls, but her looks put even your mother's to shame.
She has flawless alabaster skin, a stunning full figure encased in a silken white chiton, and an elegant pile of golden curls sits atop her head. A look of concern furrows the brow of her softly elegant face, and her clear blue eyes stare at you intently. She takes a step into the room, and with a slightly haughty tone demands, <a class="secret" data-passage="Lamiai Question">"Who are you, and what are you doing back here?"</a> Unsure what to do, you pause a moment to decide your course of action.
[[Try to explain|Lamiai 2]]
<<if $fat <= 50>>[[Push past her and leave|Lamiai Leave Success]]<<else>>[[Push past her and leave|Lamiai Leave Fail]]<<endif>>You attempt to explain your situation, and quickly tell the woman about the trial, and how you're just trying to find your way out. Her expression softens somewhat, but she still seems uncertain. Taking a few steps towards you, she looks you up and down appraisingly before moving in close enough to touch you.
"So you're the high priestess's eldest son, <<PName>>? <<if $genF == true>>My my, you've certainly had an interesting time of it so far.<</if>> I've heard so much about you, it's such a shame we didn't get to meet sooner..." She trails off suggestively, running one delicate hand down your chest, and a shiver runs up your spine. She moves around behind you, and you can feel her hot breath on your ear as she murmurs into it, "After spending so long laying on that cold stone slab, you must be feeling restless. I can help you with that..." She trails off, pressing her body against your back.
Your mouth feels painfully dry, and it's hard to collect your thoughts with the sensation of her rather large breasts pressed against your back. Not giving you a chance to recover, she places one hand on your shoulder, and you feel her start to gently steer you towards the bed.
[[Go along|Lamiai Seduction 1]]
<<if $lust > 75>>@@.purple;''//Your overwhelming lust prevents you from thinking clearly about the situation, and your choices are limited accordingly.//''@@<</if>>
<<if $lust <= 75 and $fat <= 50>>[[Pull away and try to leave|Lamiai Leave Success]]<<elseif $lust <= 50 and $fat > 50>>[[Pull away and try to leave|Lamiai Leave Fail]]<<endif>>\<<if visited("Confront Lamiai 1")>>Pressing yourself up closer to her, you're taken by surprise when her form shifts suddenly, her clothing vanishing and her lower half fusing into the long, sinuous body of a snake. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realize she must be one of the lamiai, dangerous creatures with the upper body of a woman, and the lower body of a massive dark grey and black serpent. The same small part of your brain also notes that she seems far gaunter now, with a much more modest bust obscured by pitch-black hair that falls loosely around her nude body, and that her hands now end in wicked-looking claws. The rest of your brain is busy realizing just how much this changes things, and you instinctively realize you have to do something to maintain control of the situation.<<if $corruption > 0>> A familiar burning sensation boils out from deep within you<<else>> A strange burning sensation boils out from deep within you<</if>>, and wrapping your legs around her you use the weight of your body to pull her down to the floor, twisting around her as you do to place yourself on top.
Not giving either of you any time to think about what you're doing, you lean down and kiss the creature deeply on the lips, pushing a torrent of dark fire into her as you do. Her slitted yellow eyes widen in surprise, and you feel her moan against your mouth as she goes limp in your arms. <<else>>Deciding your only option is to do something unexpected to take control of the situation, you actually step in closer to the creature, intentionally reaching out to that black fire you experienced before. She seems surprised that you'd move closer, and opens her mouth to say something. Seizing the chance, you move in, interrupting whatever she had planned to say with a deep kiss, forcing a surge of dark energy into her through her mouth at the same time. Her eyes widen in shock and start to roll up as you feel her groan against your lips. Seizing her, you press her down until she's lying on the floor with you on top, lips still locked together.<</if>>
<<if $genF == false>>Sliding one hand down her stomach, you're relieved to find her anatomy is still human down to where a woman's upper thighs would be, where her hips start turning to rough scales and join together. Fortunately, between the heavy kissing and the heady currents of black desire flowing through you, your body is ready to go, and you pull your clothing aside to reveal your engorged shaft. Grinding it against her crotch a few times, you line up with her slit and ram into her wet pussy in one thrust, pushing a fresh wave of that raging energy into her at the same time. Arching her back under you, she finally breaks free of your kiss to utter a scream of pleasure as she climaxes. Looking into her sex-glazed eyes, you ask if she wants more, and she hisses out a breathy, "Yesss". With a grin you oblige, pumping your <<DickDesc>> cock into her, relaxing now that the situation is under your control.
It doesn't take long before she climaxes again, her body greedily sucking in the waves of black fire you continue to pour into her as she shrieks with pleasure. Gasping for breath as she comes down from her second orgasm, she eventually manages to ask, "What iss thiss incredible senssation? Why do I feel sso...ssatiated?" Not entirely sure of that yourself, you sidestep the question, instead murmuring in her ear that if she was your woman she could feel like this all the time. Looking up at you, a flicker of uncertainty passes across her reptilian eyes and she whispers, "Would you-, do you, really want...//me//?" Leaning down you kiss her again, this time making it as tender as you can without slowing the pace of your thrusts. Her arms wrap around you, careful not to scratch you with her claws, and she pulls herself tightly against you as you feel something small and rough wrap around your leg.
Breaking the kiss you start moving faster, allowing the sensation of release that was building up deep down to rise to the front, while whispering to her that if she wants something, she should say it clearly. Between renewed moans of pleasure, she manages to shout, "Yess! I alwayss want to feel like thiss! I'll be your woman, I'll do whatever you want, jusst give me more!" Indulging her, you increase the flow of darkness along with the pace of your hips, quickly building towards your own zenith. It's not long before you feel ready, and, stoking the roiling fire deep inside, you give her one last, powerful thrust, unleashing a massive tide of black fire and cum into her as your climax rolls through you. Her whole body goes rigid and convulses under you as she orgasms yet again, slit pupil eyes rolling up in her head as a shriek of carnal delight escapes her thin lips.
Pulling her close to you, you continue pumping short thrusts into her as she gasps and shudders under you, each stroke bringing a fresh wave of your seed to fill every inch of her pussy and womb until it overflows, sending trickles of thick grey cum trailing over her hips. After what feels like an eternity, you finally start to feel yourself ebb, giving her one final thrust to deposit the last of your cum inside her before pulling out. Sighing contentedly, you lay motionless atop her supine form, taking a few minutes to bask and catch your breath.<<else>>Sliding one hand down her stomach, you're relieved to find her anatomy is still human down to where a woman's upper thighs would be, where her hips start turning to rough scales and join together. Fortunately, between the heavy kissing and the heady currents of black desire flowing between you, her pussy is already soaked. Grinding your hand against her crotch a few times, you line up with her slit and slam most of your hand into her wet cunt, pushing a fresh wave of that raging energy into her at the same time. Arching her back under you, she finally breaks free of your kiss to utter a scream of pleasure as she climaxes. Looking into her sex-glazed eyes, you ask if she wants more, and she hisses out a breathy, "Yesss". With a grin, you oblige, pumping your hand into her, relaxing now that the situation seems under control.
It doesn't take long before she climaxes again, her body greedily sucking in the waves of black fire you continue to pour into her as she shrieks with pleasure. Gasping for breath as she comes down from her second orgasm, she eventually manages to ask, "What iss thiss incredible senssation? Why do I feel sso...ssatiated?" Not entirely sure of that yourself, you sidestep the question, instead murmuring in her ear that if she wants you could make her feel like this all the time. Looking up at you, a flicker of uncertainty passes across her reptilian eyes and she whispers, "Would you-, do you, really want...//me//?" Leaning down you kiss her again, this time making it as tender as you can without slowing the movement of your hand. Her arms wrap around you, careful not to scratch you with her claws, and she pulls herself tightly against you as you feel something small and rough wrap around your leg.
Breaking the kiss you whisper to her that if she wants something, she should say it clearly. Between renewed moans of pleasure, she manages to shout, "Yess! I alwayss want to feel like thiss! I'll be your woman, I'll do whatever you want, jusst give me more!" Indulging her, you start shoving your entire hand into her, increasing the flow of darkness at the same time. It's not long before you feel she's ready, and you give her one last, powerful thrust as deep into her as you can go, unleashing a massive tide of black fire as you do. Her whole body goes rigid and convulses under you as she orgasms yet again, slit pupil eyes rolling up in her head as a shriek of carnal delight escapes her thin lips.
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Pulling her close to you, you continue pumping short thrusts into her as she gasps and shudders under you, each stroke bringing a fresh wave of shadowy currents sweeping through to fill every inch of her and sending trickles of slick sex juices trailing down her hips. After a while, you finally start to feel her ebb and give her one final thrust before she goes limp, her breathing ragged. Sighing in relief, you look down at her supine form, amazed that you managed to completely turn this around.<</if>>
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[[Next|Corrupt Lamiai Epilogue]]Thinking quickly, you decide to try and end this encounter by striking a deal while you have the upper hand. Adjusting your hold on her, you bark in her ear to stop squirming so you can talk this out and come to an understanding. Hearing this, her body stills against you, and she says, "Understanding? What sort of understanding do you mean?" Laying it out plainly, you tell her that, clearly, she didn't go to all the trouble of attempting to deceive and ensnare you for nothing, she must want something or have some sort of goal in mind, and perhaps what she wants can be obtained by bargain rather than guile and force. Pausing for a long moment, the woman eventually replies, "Well... Lysandrim brought me here to hunt you down for his little game. Normally I devour my prey, but, since he insisted no permanent harm befall you, I was going to settle for toying with you for a bit, and then, after I had my fun, drain you of some of your blood instead. Not enough to truly hurt you, of course, ruining his little trial would probably make Lysandrim rather cross. It wouldn't be nearly as filling as a full meal, but one must make do when a god's making the rules. And it's not like a free snack and bit of fun is a bad thing, especially if it comes with a bit of godly goodwill for helping a diety out with their game."
A shiver runs down your spine when you hear her casually refer to eating people and drinking your blood. There are several creatures you can think of that would do that, and you don't relish dealing with any of them face to face, but you steel your nerves and continue listening to her, "Now that the game is up and you've gone and caught me though, well, I //am// still rather thirsty. Perhaps I could lend you some aid for your trial in return for a taste?" You ask what kind of aid she's offering. You can't see her face, but her tone practically oozes sly satisfaction as she says, "Oh, I could give you something you might find useful at some point. I doubt you'll be able to get anything else like it in here. Although you might want to be careful, once he knows you have it, he might not let you keep it." You consider her offer. You could require her to give her word, and from what you've heard, beings like her generally have to follow the letter of their promises, and she probably can't do any permanent harm to you. Should you risk it though? Perhaps you should go with a different method of dealing with her after all.
[[Make her swear on it|Lamiai Deal Conclude]]
[[Choke her unconcious|Lamiai Victory]]
<<if $abcd == true>>**(C)**[[Fuck her|Lamiai Corruption]]<<else>>[[Fuck her|Lamiai Corruption]]<</if>>"Oh very well, I promise that in exchange for releasing me and giving me a portion of your blood, I will provide you with the agreed-upon aid and leave you otherwise unmolested and uninjured. Oh, and I also won't take enough blood to seriously impede you. Wouldn't want to leave a loophole, would we?" You don't particularly care for the bored, mocking tone she's using, but it does at least appear she intends to keep her side of things. Having made your decision, you carefully ease your grip on her, going slowly to see if she tries anything the instant she feels free. Nothing happens, however, and soon enough you release your hold on her and step back, still wary. You tersely demand that she gives you whatever it is she has for you. Turning towards you, she condescendingly wags a finger, replying, "Not so fast. I'm the one who promised, you could just take it and try to run. I get my payment first, then you can have it."
With that she steps towards you, moving in very close. Still far from comfortable with the situation, there's not a whole lot you can do about it either way now, so you stand there stoically as she brushes up against you and brings her face close to your neck, murmuring, "Don't worry, it won't even hurt...much." You feel a few sharp pricks of pain on your neck, which quickly fade to a dull ache as she places her lips against your neck and starts making sucking and swallowing noises. It really doesn't hurt much, but the sensations of her sucking the blood out of your body are strange and unpleasant. What seems like an eternity later, but probably wasn't much more than a minute, she finally stops and pulls away just as you were starting to feel lightheaded. Stepping back, she gives you a small smile, made disconcerting by her lips currently being stained bright red with your blood, and says, "You're actually quite good. Such a shame I can't take a bigger taste. A promise is a promise though." Reaching behind her she fumbles around for a moment before drawing something out and presenting it to you.
Taking it from her, you examine it closely. At first glance, it almost looks like a bronze snake, but on closer inspection, it's clearly a long dagger made to look like a snake, with the head as the pommel and the scaled neck as the hilt. Made entirely out of a single piece of bronze, the blade is slightly wavy, almost like a serpent in motion. Wide at the bottom and tapering to a small, sharp point, the blade has a long channel reaching from near the tip to the hilt, and in it are tiny etchings of snakes twined together. The snake's head pommel is open as if to strike, with two green jewels for eyes and four gleaming silver fangs set in the mouth. The hilt is intricately engraved to look like the scaled body of a serpent, which also gives it a decent grip. The craftsmanship seems extremely good, but something about the weapon unsettles you.
The woman watches you inspect the dagger, and interrupts to say, "Since you were such a tasty snack, it would be shame for you to die before I ever got the chance to have a proper meal with you, so I'll warn you the blade is poisoned with my own venom, and you should avoid cutting yourself with it. A small one probably won't kill you, but you will most likely get very ill, and you can probably forget finishing this game of Lysandrim's. A solid blow will probably kill or at least debilitate most mortal creatures, and it won't fade with time, but it will lose potency with use." The woman smiles widely at you before continuing, "Now if you'll excuse me, this appetizer has whet my appetite, and I need to go find a proper main course." Turning, she walks towards the door and exits the room, leaving you staring at the blade with a new sense of trepidation.
It occurs to you now that she did not give you a sheath, and cutting yourself on the blade would most likely not count as her directly harming you, thus leaving her free and clear. Frowning, you look around the room for something to use instead. Finding some fine silk cloth, you tightly wrap it around the blade multiples times, looping it through the snake's mouth and around the hilt, and finally securing it with the tightest knot you can manage.
Lysandrim might not appreciate you being armed now, so you decide to risk concealing the blade inside your clothes, sliding it under your belt. Acutely aware of the double-edged sword pressing against you, you elect to be very careful with your movements from now on.
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[[Continue|Kalene's Quarters]]Soaring high on adrenaline, you manage to dodge around her and make a break for the door, avoiding one of her hands that moves in a blur to grab at you as you pass. Bursting through the door, you hear her give an angry shout as you sprint down the hall to the door leading to the corridor. Chancing a glance behind you as you fling open the door, you don't see any pursuit.
Pausing for a few more moments, nothing else happens. Walking through the door, your pounding heart starts to slow. It appears you probably won't have to worry about being chased by whoever or whatever that woman was. At least for now.
[[Continue|Deep Ritual Corridor 3]]@@.red;Fatigue too high, check failed!@@
Trying to move towards the door, your tired brain is slow to react when the woman's hand suddenly moves in a blur and grabs your arm in an iron-hard grip. You turn towards her in surprise, preparing to unleash an angry demand to be released, but the words die in your throat. Looming before you where the beautiful priestess once stood, is a terrible figure. From the torso up she still looks like a woman, but thinner than before and with far more angular and predatory features. Long sheets of black hair partially obscure her more modest bust, and she is otherwise nude. The biggest change in her face is her eyes, which are now large and yellow, with slits for pupils, like a snake's.
Speaking of snakes, in place of legs she now has the body of a massive serpent, covered in dark grey scales with a pattern of black scales on top that shifts between waves and connected blotches vaguely shaped like rounded diamonds. Fear and panic grip you, as this is quite clearly a lamiai, and you are firmly in her grasp. The stories you've heard of these creatures whispered around fires at night and used to frighten children into obedience are unpleasant, to say the least. Their favored tactic is to seduce young men with illusions of beauty and then devour the flesh and blood of their prey. You break out in a sweat, although you don't feel at all warm right now. She seems to be enjoying your panicked reaction to her, as she gives you a wide grin, coincidentally showing off a set of very long, white fangs.
With inhuman strength she pulls you back towards her until you're standing directly in front of her, your arm still firmly in her grip. Her smile takes on a more coy look, and she starts speaking in a voice somewhere between a purr and a hiss, "Now now, no need to look sso worried, little boy. You're not going to die today. At leasst not by my hand." Surprisingly, this fails to bring you much comfort, especially since you notice her tail has started slowly circling behind you.
Continuing on with a more ominous tone she says, "However, Lyssandrim said if I caught you I could do as I pleassed with you, so long as I don't break you or causse lasting damage." Drawing you near, she moves her face quite close to your own and goes on conversationally, "Normally, I jusst eat my dinner and move along, but playing with your food once in a while can be fun too." You're so close to her face, you can clearly see the tip of her thin, forked tongue when she speaks.
Your current situation is not good, if you're going to have any brilliant ideas on how to escape, now's the time.
[[Do nothing|Lamiai Rape]]
<<if $corruption >= 3>><<abcd "(C)">>[[Dominate her first|Lamiai Corruption]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: hidden attribute insufficent//''<</if>>You decide to ignore the woman and leave. As you stride to the door, she starts to reach out with one hand as if you grab you, but you knock her arm away and walk through the door. As you move down the small hall to the door, you hear her calling after you loudly, but continue ignoring her and leave.
[[Continue|Deep Ritual Corridor 3]]Feeling something is very wrong, you look more closely at the woman and ask her how she is even here. She blinks, looking confused, and you continue, telling her that unless she already knows exactly who you are and why you're here, there is no way she could see or speak to you; only people who intend to meet you can interact with you during your trial, and everyone was informed about it.
The woman seems taken aback, but she recovers quickly and stares at you with hard eyes, her lips twisting up in a sneer. You notice that her long fingernails now actually look rather sharp and glint with a curious, almost metallic sheen. With a malevolent purr she says, "Well, I suppose this means the game is over. Too bad, it would have been much more enjoyable for you to play along." Standing between you and the door, she starts moving towards you slowly.
<<if $fat <= 50>>[[Take aggressive action|Confront Lamiai 1]]<<else>>@@.grey;''//Your overwhelming fatigue prevents you from taking direct action, and your choices are limited accordingly.//''@@<</if>>
<<if $fat <= 50>>[[Try to flee|Lamiai Flee Success]]<<else>>[[Flee|Lamiai Leave Fail]]<</if>><<if $genF == false>>Your fatigued brain fails to come up with any brilliant ideas in the few seconds before the creature's tail starts wrapping around you. Dragging you over to the bed, she pushes you down onto it before sliding on top of you herself, coiling her lower body around your legs tightly. You can feel her forked tongue slither up your neck and tickle your ear as she whispers, "Mmmm, deliciouss. Ssuch a sshame I won't be able to have a proper tasste." The pressure on your legs increases until you feel your bones start to creak under the strain, but it finally settles just on the edge of discomfort. The creature pulls back, and, giving you an unpleasant smile, slides one clawed hand up your chiton to grasp at your groin. Feeling your soft, limp penis she purses her lips in an exaggerated pout and says, "Oh, are you not enjoying my company, little boy? Well, we'll jusst have to do ssomething about that..."
Trailing off she starts massaging your flaccid cock with her hand, careful not to brush it with her talons as she stimulates you, and it doesn't take long for your traitorous phallus to become erect under her touch. Resigned to what is about to happen, you squeeze your eyes shut and try to imagine more pleasant things as you feel her shift against you. You hear her give a low chuckle, and once again her tongue tickles your ear as she whispers into it, "You only have yoursself to blame, if you'd jusst played along thiss would have been much more, mmm, comfortable for you." With that she pushes her body against you, her hot slit wrapping tightly around your <<DickDesc>> dick, and she starts moving against you in a slow, steady rhythm.
After a seemingly interminable period of being slowly squeezed and rubbed raw by rough scales as the lamiai rides atop you, the noises coming from her take on a tone of urgency, and she shifts to a more energetic pace. Feeling the frustrating pressure in your groin start to respond to the increased stimulation, you groan with relief as things finally seem to be coming to an end. Perhaps sensing you relax, the lamiai lowers herself until you can feel her hot breath on your face, and pants out, "Enjoying yoursself now, little boy? Thatss good, but all thiss fun iss making me sso thirssty."
Feeling her arms wrap around your shoulders, a sharp pain in your neck causes your eyes to snap wide open. The creature seems to have her face pressed against your neck, and wet sounds escape from where her mouth works against it. Your attention is drawn elsewhere, however, as her movements become more frenzied, and your throbbing dick feels ready to explode. You can feel her body shudder against you, and with one last hard thrust she goes rigid, vagina clamping around your cock like a vice as her climax sweeps through her; which is more than enough to push you over the edge as well, and your dick erupts, flooding her insides with your pent-up cum. Feeling lightheaded now, her mouth continues to work against your neck as your consciousness drifts away, and everything fades to black.
Waking with a start, your body feels heavy as lead, and your groggy mind struggles to piece together what happened. Jerking your eyes open, you quickly scan the room, but the lamiai is nowhere to be seen. Sighing in relief, you sluggishly lever yourself up to a sitting position and try to decide your next move. Idly scratching at an itch on your neck, your hand comes away covered in small brown flecks, and a chill runs down your spine.
Gently feeling at your neck, you find a few small scabs on one side, along with more brown flakes stuck all around them. Unpleasant ideas start to form in your head, but you push them away and rise unsteadily from the bed and start heading for the door. Your only real option is to take this as a lesson and be more on your guard as you go through the trial.<<else>>Your fatigued brain fails to come up with any brilliant ideas in the few seconds before the creature's tail starts wrapping around you. Dragging you over to the bed, she pushes you down onto it before sliding on top of you herself, coiling her lower body around your legs tightly. You can feel her forked tongue slither up your neck and tickle your ear as she whispers, "Mmmm, deliciouss. Ssuch a sshame I won't be able to have a proper tasste." The pressure on your legs slowly increases until you feel your bones start to creak under the strain, but it finally settles just on the edge of discomfort. The creature pulls back, and, giving you an unpleasant smile, slides one clawed hand up your chiton to fondle your groin. Seeing the look on your face, she purses her lips in an exaggerated pout and says, "Oh, are you not enjoying my company, little girl? Well, we'll jusst have to do ssomething about that..."
Trailing off she starts massaging your slit with her hand, careful not to brush it with her talons as she stimulates you, and it doesn't take long for the first traces of fluid to start leaking out under her touch. You hear her give a low chuckle, and she pushes her body against you, slithering up your torso and over your head until her pussy is positioned directly above your face, and a feeling of trepidation takes hold of you. A feeling that is immediately validated as she firmly presses her lower body up against you, almost smothering your face in her groin to the point you can hardly breathe. Struggling feebly, you hear her laugh distantly and say, "You only have yoursself to blame, if you'd jusst played along thiss would have been much more, mmm, comfortable for you." At the same time you feel something covered in rough scales brush up against your thighs, <<if $vcd == 0>>and a sudden sharp stab of pain shoots up your spine as the tip of her tail violently penetrates your vagina, causing you to go rigid and let out a muffled scream from under her bulk as it moves around inside you.
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<<else>>and with a sudden jerk forward the tip of her tail penetrates your vagina, spreading you wide and causing you to let out a muffled moan from under her bulk at the uncomfortable feeling of the dry, rough thing moving around inside you.
<</if>>After a seemingly interminable period of being slowly crushed and rubbed raw by rough scales as the lamiai ravages you, the distant sound of her sighs grows sweeter, and she shifts to a more energetic pace as she grinds against your face and crotch. To your dismay, a sliver of pleasure starts building in you, despite the pain and fear. Perhaps sensing the change in your traitorous body, you hear the muffled voice of the lamiai call out, "Enjoying yoursself now, little girl? Thatss good, but all thiss fun iss making me sso thirssty."
You can't really see well from under her, but you feel her grab one of your arms and pull it upwards, then a sharp pain in your wrist is followed closely by wet mouth sounds. The creature seems to have pressed her face against your arm, wet sounds escaping from where her mouth works against it. Your attention is drawn elsewhere, however, as between the lack of oxygen and whatever the atmosphere of the trial is doing to you, you feel like you're about to climax. You can feel her body shudder against you, and with one last hard thrust she goes rigid, tail ramming into you as her climax sweeps through her, which is more than enough to push you over the edge as well. Feeling lightheaded now, her mouth continues to work against your wrist as your consciousness drifts away, and everything fades to black.
Waking with a start, your body feels heavy as lead, and your groggy mind struggles to piece together what happened. Jerking your eyes open, you quickly scan the room, but fortunately, the lamiai is nowhere to be seen. Sighing in relief, you sluggishly lever yourself up to a sitting position and try to decide your next move. Idly scratching at an itch on your arm, your hand comes away covered in small brown flecks, and a chill runs down your spine.
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Glancing down at your wrist, you see a few small scabs on the underside, along with more brown flakes smeared all around them. Unpleasant ideas start to form in your head, but you push them away and rise unsteadily from the bed and start heading for the door. Your only real option is to take this as a lesson and try to be more on your guard as you go through the trial.<</if>>
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[[Continue|Priestess Quarters]]<<if $genF == false>><<if $lust >= 50>>Head thick with desire, you lack the will to protest as she guides you over to the bed.<<else>>Seeing no reason to object, you let her guide you over to the bed.<</if>> Gently pushing you down onto it, she climbs on top of you, straddling your waist. Smiling as wide as a cat just after it caught the bird, she leans down over you, brushing her face up along your neck to whisper,, "You smell, mmm, absolutely delicious..." in your ear, her hot breath against your skin sending a thrill down your spine. Speaking of thrills, even through your clothing your painfully erect cock is sending wave after wave of them through you as she grinds her hips against yours until you feel ready to burst. However, as soon as you try to push up against her seeking relief, she pulls back, looking at you coyly as she says, "Now now, it would be very rude to end things so soon, we haven't even gotten started yet."
Reaching up, she unclasps the peronai holding her chiton together and lets it fall around her waist, exposing her impressively large breasts with delicate pink nipples already standing firmly erect. Showing off, she slowly fondles her tits, kneading and groping them as you watch, frustration building inside you. Just when you can no longer take it and are about to make a move, she slides a hand down to her waist and unhooks her thin girdle, letting her clothes slide off entirely as she leans forward and shifts your own clothing aside to reveal your uncomfortably hard dick. Then, in one smooth motion, she positions herself and drops onto you, releasing a small sigh as she takes your entire length inside her.
While you savor the feeling of relief from having her wrapped around you, she starts to move, riding your cock up and down at a fast, steady pace. Waves of pleasure soak through your body, and you try to wrap your hands around her waist but she just gives a low chuckle and leans forward, lifting your hands to her breasts instead, with a surprisingly firm grip. For several minutes the room is filled with the sounds of energetic coupling as the woman moves atop you, slowing down whenever you start to feel the pressure in your groin peaking, then speeding back up as it passes. Clearly relishing your obvious frustration, she draws close and murmurs in your ear, "Just a bit more, my little <<PName>>, I'm almost there." Rearing back up, she starts moving her sweat-slicked body more energetically, gyrating her hips and waist wildly atop you.
Closing your eyes, you focus entirely on the sensations emanating from your cock, trying to urge them towards the climax you can feel building. Her breathing above you has gotten soft and breathy, small gasps and cries escaping her with every thrust as her movements intensify. Just as you feel you cannot stand it any longer the woman gives one last loud cry before impaling herself upon you one last time, collapsing against you with an orgasmic moan as your own climax erupts out of you, pushing your seed deep inside her. Preoccupied with your long-awaited release, you hardly notice a sharp sensation against your neck, a dull warmth spreading through you as you pump load after load of cum into the woman's pussy. The weight atop your legs seems to have grown tremendously, and as your climax trails off, your consciousness follows suit, thoughts fading out into blackness.
Struggling awake with a groan, you force your eyes open. Kicking your groggy brain into motion, you try to piece together what happened, but other than bedding that gorgeous priestess your mind's a blank. You must have just passed out immediately after. Which is a little strange, you hope...uh whatever her name was isn't too upset. You don't remember asking for a name, come to think of it, everything happened so fast. Pushing your strangely heavy body into a sitting position, you don't see her anywhere around the room.
Feeling something odd on your neck, you reach up to feel at it; brushing small flecks of something off, you feel a small bumpy mass like a scab on one side. Glancing at the rust-colored specks on your hand, you lick one, and it tastes faintly of iron. Dried blood? Did you cut yourself on something while having sex and not notice? It can't have been that bad, you don't see any blood staining the bed, but at the same time your body feels heavy and unresponsive, and your thoughts themselves come sluggishly.
You feel a chill work its way down your spine and shove aside the foreboding ideas that have started working themselves into the edges of your thoughts. Whatever happened, you still need to get on with this trial, so, with fingers clumsy with fatigue, you adjust your clothing and push yourself to your feet. Giving the room one last look, you shake your head and stumble towards the door.<<else>><<if $lust >= 50>>Head thick with desire, you lack the will to protest as she guides you over to the bed.<<else>>Seeing no reason to object, you let her guide you over to the bed.<</if>>Gently pushing you down onto it, she climbs on top of you, straddling your waist. Smiling as wide as a cat just after it caught the bird, she leans down over you, brushing her face up along your neck to whisper, "You smell, mmm, absolutely delicious..." in your ear, her hot breath against your skin sending a thrill down your spine. Continuing she says, "Usually I only pursue young men, but I think an exception once in a while is fine. You're still a young man more or less up here anyway." Cupping your head in her hands, she starts slowly grinding her lower body against yours, sending pleasant sparks up your spine.
Reaching up, she unclasps the peronai holding her chiton together and lets it fall around her waist, exposing her impressively large breasts with delicate pink nipples already standing firmly erect. Showing off, she slowly fondles her tits, kneading and groping them as you watch,<<if $BustS < 9>> a spark of jealousy leaping into your mind out of the blue, to your surprise and bewilderment<<else>> frustration building inside you<</if>>. Just when you can no longer take it and are about to make a move, she slides a hand down to her waist and unhooks her thin girdle, letting her clothes slide off entirely as she leans forward and shifts your clothing aside to reveal your own dampened slit. Then, in one smooth motion, she slides her lower body between your legs, releasing a small sigh as her pussy rubs up against yours.
While you savor the pleasant feelings emanating from your lower body, she starts to move, pushing and gyrating her hips to grind against you with a slow, steady pace. Waves of pleasure soak through your body, and you slide your arms above your head and arch your back, mirroring her circular grinding movements with your own. For several minutes the room is filled with the sounds of energetic coupling as you move together, small sighs and gasps escaping you as the pleasure slowly builds. Clearly relishing the effect she's having on you, she draws close and murmurs in your ear, "Just a bit more, my little <<PName>>, I'm almost there." Reaching down, she slides a hand in between your sweat-slicked bodies and starts moving it energetically, alternating who she stimulates while gyrating her hips and waist more vigorously.
Closing your eyes, you focus entirely on the sensations emanating from your groin, trying to urge yourself towards the climax you can feel building. Her breathing above you has gone soft and breathy, small gasps and cries slipping from her as her movements intensify. Just as you feel you cannot stand it any longer the woman gives one last loud cry before squeezing your clit between her fingers, collapsing on top you with an orgasmic moan as your own climax erupts inside you. Preoccupied with your long-awaited release, you hardly notice a sharp sensation against your neck, a dull warmth spreading through you as wave after wave of warm sensations rush through you. The weight atop your legs seems to have grown tremendously, and as your climax trails off, your consciousness follows suit, thoughts fading out into blackness.
Struggling awake with a groan, you force your eyes open. Kicking your groggy brain into motion, you try to piece together what happened, but other than bedding that gorgeous priestess your mind's a blank. You must have just passed out immediately after. Which is a little strange, you hope...uh whatever her name was isn't too upset. You don't remember asking for a name, come to think of it, everything happened so fast. Pushing your strangely heavy body into a sitting position, you don't see her anywhere around the room.
Feeling something odd on your neck, you reach up to feel at it; brushing small flecks of something off, you feel a small bumpy mass like a scab on one side. Glancing at the rust-colored specks on your hand, you lick one, and it tastes faintly of iron. Dried blood? Did you cut yourself on something while having sex and not notice? It can't have been that bad, you don't see any blood staining the bed, but at the same time your body feels heavy and unresponsive, and your thoughts themselves come sluggishly.
<<modsex 1>>
You feel a chill work its way down your spine and shove aside the foreboding ideas that have started working themselves into the edges of your thoughts. Whatever happened, you still need to get on with this trial, so, with fingers clumsy with fatigue, you adjust your clothing and push yourself to your feet. Giving the room one last look, you shake your head and stumble towards the door.<</if>>
<<modfat 100>>
<<modlus -100>>
<<modlew 5>>
[[Continue|Priestess Quarters]]Leveraging your arm across her throat, you tighten it as much as you can, using your other arm as an anchor to hold it there. Her struggles against you intensify, and it takes everything you have to hold her in place as you choke the breath from her, but eventually, she starts to weaken after what feels like an eternity. As she finally goes limp and slumps against you, you're startled when she suddenly vanishes from your grip. Looking around in confusion, the room is empty; whatever the thing masquerading as a priestess was is nowhere to be seen.
You tense, worried this could be a trap or trick of some sort, and pause to listen for a few minutes. Nothing happens, though, and after a while, you relax. Perhaps she got removed from the trial once she fell unconscious, some sort of protection so you didn't kill her? Or, since you defeated her, she was returned to where she came from since she'd served her purpose? Shrugging inwardly, you decide not to waste any more time thinking about it and just move on.
[[Continue|Kalene's Quarters]]"Okay, if you want to change the length, I've got different strength creams to grow out your hair in a snap, or of course I can cut it shorter, so, what do you feel like trying?"
Your hair is currently <<HLDesc>>.
<<if $hairL > 0>><<link "Cut hair a little shorter">><<ahp 1>><<modHL -1>><<script>>Engine.play("Length")<</script>><</link>><</if>>
<<if $hairL > 0>><<link "Cut hair shorter">><<ahp 1>><<modHL -5>><<script>>Engine.play("Length")<</script>><</link>><</if>>
<<if $hairL > 0>><<link "Cut hair a lot shorter">><<ahp 1>><<modHL -10>><<script>>Engine.play("Length")<</script>><</link>><</if>>
<<if $hairL > 0>><<link "Chop it all off">><<ahp 1>><<modHL -100>><<script>>Engine.play("Length")<</script>><</link>><</if>>
<<if $hairL is 0>>@@color:grey;Your hair is shaved short, theres nothing to cut.@@<</if>>
<<if $hairL < 66>><<link "Grow hair out a little">><<ahp 1>><<modHL 1>><<script>>Engine.play("Length")<</script>><</link>><</if>>
<<if $hairL < 66>><<link "Grow hair out">><<ahp 1>><<modHL 5>><<script>>Engine.play("Length")<</script>><</link>><</if>>
<<if $hairL < 66>><<link "Grow hair out a lot">><<ahp 1>><<modHL 10>><<script>>Engine.play("Length")<</script>><</link>><</if>>
<<if $hairL < 66>><<link "Maximum length!">><<ahp 1>><<modHL 100>><<script>>Engine.play("Length")<</script>><</link>><</if>>
<<if $hairL is 66>>@@color:grey;Your hair is as long as it can be without tripping over it.@@<</if>>
[[Finish adjusting hairlength|Acolyte Hairstyling]]The severity of your situation starts to dawn on you, and you realize you've been running your hands over your body, subconsciously making sure you're still whole. The woman continues, "Of course, your mother was hardly about to stand there and watch her own son die, or worse, so she called the other priestesses together and appealed directly to Lysandrim to save you. Fortunately for you, thanks to your family's long history of service and your mother's heartfelt plea on your behalf, Lysandrim saw fit to appear and grace you with his touch, and mended your broken body himself."
This comes as something of a surprise to you, as far as you're aware healing isn't exactly something Lysandrim is known for, outside of rendering a barren womb fertile, or occasionally restoring maimed genitals. At least outside his closest followers, which you could hardly consider yourself. Expressing your confusion to the matron she says, "Yes, that is understandable, although in this case, I imagine your family being so closely intertwined with his temple weighed on his consideration. And there's also his...stipulations."
Alarm bells suddenly start ringing in your mind. Stipulations is not a good word to hear when you've just been told you're indebted to a god for saving your life, despite this being very unusual for them. Your entire body tenses up, and you're sure your face must be showing it too, because the matron smiles slightly as she resumes speaking, "Now now, before we start getting into that, I need to make sure you're in a fit state to deal with all of this and make some important decisions. Your head is still all there, no amnesia? Do you know what your name is?"
[[Of course you know your own name, it's...|Name Character]]"Good, your head still seems to be mostly in working order, so we can get down to business. His Grace has set some conditions to his aid, which your mother agreed was only fair, given that you weren't exactly a devout follower of his, always taking any excuse to get out of coming here for lessons, and just avoiding us in general once your parents gave up trying to drag you in here. He's offered you a choice, which I think is more than fair. You can swear your eternal loyalty and service to Lysandrim, and become his devotee for the rest of your days. However, since that's not the sort of thing you can force on a person, if for some reason this should be unacceptable, you may undergo a trial instead."
You relax slightly, but your mind starts buzzing with activity. It wasn't as bad as you were starting to dread, but then again you don't know what the 'trial' might entail. On the other hand, you could simply become a follower of Lysandrim. The rest of your family already are, and it's not like you were exactly against worshipping him. You were never sure why you felt so uncomfortable around the temple, but every time you went in or near it, without fail, a heavy pit like a ball of lead formed in your stomach and you were constantly bombarded with vague feelings of unease. Your family always just assumed it was a personal quirk or independent streak, but it was always a mystery to you. Could you overcome your discomfort of the temple for the rest of your life? Then there was this trial, and thinking that it was best to know your options, you ask the matron about it.
Raising one eyebrow she replies, "Hmmm. Clearly this isn't as simple a choice for you as I assumed. Very well. His Grace did give some basic details about what your trial would be like. You simply have to make your way out of the temple, which you are currently in the deepest part of. Of course, his Grace would be setting up obstacles to obstruct your path, although he assured your mother it wouldn't be anything directly lethal or dangerous. Although the way he said directly did seem somewhat...vague. Also, all the temple inhabitants have been told they should not provide direct assistance to your escape, although they may impede you however they wish should they so choose." You can't say for sure, but you feel her smile got wider when she said that last bit. She continues, "At any time when he thinks there's no point in continuing the trial, His Grace may end it, although in that case you would be at his mercy. Ah, he also said you may wish to proceed as quickly as possible, as during the trial you will be influenced by a, um, spirit that will influence your thoughts and instincts the longer you linger in the temple, to prevent you from dragging things out too long. Beyond that, there are no rules. Use any means you can to get out of the temple any way you can."
Parts of what she said are somewhat concerning, although it could be much worse. You think. Simply getting out of the temple seems easy enough, but you have no clue what might be placed in your way to stop you. Although at least it won't be anything "directly" dangerous, whatever that means. The bit about thoughts and instincts being affected is a little alarming. Either way though, you need to make a decision.
[[Risk the Trial]]
[[Follower Ending]]The god of Birth, Fertility, and Hedonistic Pleasure. His palatial main temple dominates the landscape of your village, and most of the inhabitants serve or provide for the temple in some manner, and in return, his blessing enriches the village. Your crops have always been good, even during times surrounding regions have suffered bad harvests for one reason or another. No woman in the village has ever suffered a miscarriage or died in childbirth unless a victim of extreme trauma such as a long fall or other accident. Newborns are born quickly, painlessly, and are always whole and healthy, which you gather is unheard of in other places. Couples continue to produce children well into their fourth or fifth decade, and barren women and men from far off lands have been known to travel to the temple with offerings to plead for Lysandrim's favor to heal their fallow bodies.
Of course, being a god of pleasure as well, many of the rituals and ceremonies performed in worship of him involve sex or other indulgences. Unmarried young men and women from the village frequently attend these orgies, and it is generally accepted as a necessity of living under Lysandrim's beneficence. Any children born of these gatherings are usually given into the care of the temple to foster, although sometimes a mother will keep a child, with the support of the temple and village.
Lysandrim's exploits are talked of far and wide, most of which end in him bedding at least three women. Tales of his debaucherous escapades are quite popular at feasts and festivals, where his quick wit and sly maneuvering get him out of hot water as fast as his lustful predilections and fondness for uncut wine get him into it. One strange detail that remains consistent throughout all of them, though, is that the many, many children he's sired by an astounding variety of women, animals, and the occasional inanimate object, have all been girls. There are a few tales of men who claimed to be the son of Lysandrim, but they all invariably end up revealed as frauds and meet a tragic end shortly thereafter.
His physical appearance is as mutable as that of the other gods, but generally, he appears as a well-endowed young man in his prime with short, golden curls and green eyes whose brilliance puts emeralds to shame.
[[Return|$return]]!!@@.blue;Main Corridor (E)@@
A long, reasonably wide corridor made of the same ubiquitous marble, and adequately lit by suspended braziers set periodically above head height. <<if visited("Tethered Bird") and $usl == false>>
Walking up to the blank wall at the false end of the corridor, you pull out the key you obtained and insert it into the lock. Before you even have a chance to turn it, the wall vanishes, and the key along with it, opening up another long stretch of the corridor to you.<<set $usl to true>><<elseif visited("Tethered Bird") and $usl == true>>The hallway continues on some distance to the west.<<else>>The east leads to the blocked stairwell you started in, while the west leads to a blank wall that isn't supposed to be there according to your faint recollections. On closer inspection, the wall itself has a prominent gold keyhole on the front, over which a square is carved into the stone.<</if>>
The north and south walls each contain three simple wooden doors set evenly apart. Only the South-East door is marked, with a symbol of a staff with a single snake curling around it carved into the wood, all the others are identical. You think one of these leads to a room where you had lessons as a child, and though you can't recall which, you're almost positive the door was not marked.
<<if visited("Tethered Bird")>>[[(NE)Door to storeroom|West Storage]]<<else>>[[(NE)Plain North-East door|Tethered Bird]]<</if>>
[[(N)Plain North door|Kid's Classroom]]
[[(NW)Plain North-West door|Playroom]]
[[(E)Blocked Stairway|Second Floor Start]]
<<if visited("Infirmary")>>[[(SE)Door to sick room|Infirmary]]<<else>>[[(SE)Door with staff carving|Infirmary]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Novice Classroom")>>[[(S)Door to classroom|Novice Classroom]]<<else>>[[(S)Plain South door|Novice Classroom]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Recreation Room")>>[[(SW)Door to leisure room|Recreation Room]]<<else>>[[(SW)Plain South-West door|Recreation Room]]<</if>>
<<if $usl == true>>[[(W)Continue down the corridor|Main Corridor 2]]<</if>>\!!@@.blue;Central Main Corridor@@
Yet another long, reasonably wide corridor made out of the same ubiquitous marble stretches out before you, sufficiently lit by braziers set periodically above head height. <<if visited("Kalene Scrying 1") and $ucl == false>>
Walking up to the blank wall at the false end of the corridor, you pull out the key you obtained and insert it into the lock. Before you even have a chance to turn it, the wall vanishes, and the key along with it, opening up another long stretch of the corridor to you.<<set $ucl to true>><<elseif visited("Kalene Scrying 1") and $ucl == true>>The hallway has archways leading to corridors to the north and south and continues on some distance to the west.<<else>>The east leads back towards the blocked stairwell you started in, the north and south walls each have an archway leading to other corridors, while the west leads to another blank wall that isn't supposed to be there. On closer inspection, just like the previous wall, there's a prominent gold keyhole on the front, though this one has a circle carved in the stone above it.<</if>>
[[(N)Archway to north hallway|North Corridor]]
[[(E)Continue down the corridor|Main Corridor 1]]
[[(S)Archway to south hallway|South Corridor]]
<<if $ucl == true>>[[(W)Continue down the corridor|Main Corridor 3]]<</if>>\!!@@.blue;Main Corridor (W)@@
Once again, another long, reasonably wide corridor made out of the same ubiquitous marble stretches out before you, sufficiently lit by braziers set periodically above head height.
The hallway has several doors in the north and south walls and continues on some distance to an archway to the west. The east leads back down the corridor; the doors to the north look pristine and polished, while the ones in the southern wall each look well-worn from regular use.
<<if visited("Guest Room 1")>>[[(NE)Door to bedroom|Guest Room 1]]<<else>>[[(NE)Polished door|Guest Room 1]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Guest Room 2")>>[[(N)Door to bedroom|Guest Room 1]]<<else>>[[(N)Polished door|Guest Room 2]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Guest Room 3")>>[[(NW)Door to bedroom|Guest Room 1]]<<else>>[[(NW)Polished door|Guest Room 3]]<</if>>
[[(E)Continue down the corridor|Main Corridor 2]]
<<if visited("Pantry")>>[[(SE)Door to larder|Pantry]]<<else>>[[(SE)Worn stained door|Pantry]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Servant's Quarters")>>[[(S)Door to back hall|Servant's Quarters]]<<else>>[[(S)Worn clean door|Servant's Quarters]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Barracks")>>[[(SW)Door to barracks|Barracks]]<<else>>[[(SW)Worn scratched door|Barracks]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Minotaur 1")>>[[(W)Continue through the archway|Third Floor Start]]<<else>>[[(W)Continue through the archway|Minotaur 1]]<</if>>!!@@.blue;Large Ritual Courtyard@@
You are in a massive square room, which extends for a couple of hundred feet to both sides and in front of you. It looks almost like a courtyard or atrium, but underground. The room is dominated at its center by a large statue of Lysandrim in the nude upon which a ray of light falls from a circular hole in the ceiling above it, although you're unsure if it's sunlight funneled from above or some sort of artifice. At the base of the statue is a large, elaborate stone altar. A pathway circles around the statue and branches off in each major direction, eventually meeting a door in each wall, including the one you just arrived from.
Beyond the path is a large decorative pond of water, bridged by delicately carved marble where the paths lead to the doors. Decorative archways, columns, and low marble walls are scattered about the perimeter of the room, and you also see small fountains and sculptures here and there. Piles of cushions and bedding are strewn around, as well as seemingly random patches of ornamental greenery, and you spy a few smaller shrines and altars tucked away here and there. Around the perimeter of the pond are a few tables and chairs, grouped in random bunches.
The doors to the east and west are very large, and decorated with simple carvings and bronze inlays. The doors to the north and south are both regularly sized, simply carved and polished double wooden doors, and neither pair opens when you try them.
<<if visited("Atrium Corridor")>>[[(E)Wooden doors to the small corridor|Atrium Corridor]]<<else>>[[(E)Wooden doors|Atrium Corridor]]<</if>>
[[(W)Wooden doors to the large corridor|Deep Ritual Corridor 2]][[Return|$return]]
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/%Row 5%/<<if visitedTags("F2GR3")>><<if tags().includes("F2GR3")>><span class="blink"><img src="img/Room11.png"/></span><<else>><img src="img/Room11.png"/><</if>><<else>><img src="img/Blank.png"/><</if>> <<if visitedTags("F2GR2")>><<if tags().includes("F2GR2")>><span class="blink"><img src="img/Room11.png"/></span><<else>><img src="img/Room11.png"/><</if>><<else>><img src="img/Blank.png"/><</if>> <<if visitedTags("F2GR1")>><<if tags().includes("F2GR1")>><span class="blink"><img src="img/Room11.png"/></span><<else>><img src="img/Room11.png"/><</if>><<else>><img src="img/Blank.png"/><</if>> <img src="img/Blank.png"/> <img src="img/Blank.png"/> <<if visitedTags("F2NH")>><img src="img/Spacer2.png"/><<else>><img src="img/Blank.png"/><</if>> <<if visitedTags("F2PLR")>><<if tags().includes("F2PLR")>><span class="blink"><img src="img/Room21.png"/></span><<else>><img src="img/Room21.png"/><</if>><<else>><img src="img/Blank.png"/><</if>> <<if visitedTags("F2KC")>><<if tags().includes("F2KC")>><span class="blink"><img src="img/Room20.png"/></span><<else>><img src="img/Room20.png"/><</if>><<else>><img src="img/Blank.png"/><</if>> <<if visitedTags("F2WS")>><<if tags().includes("F2WS")>><span class="blink"><img src="img/Room11.png"/></span><<else>><img src="img/Room11.png"/><</if>><<else>><img src="img/Blank.png"/><</if>> <img src="img/Blank.png"/>
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/%Row 7%/<img src="img/Blank.png"/> <img src="img/Blank.png"/> <img src="img/Blank.png"/> <img src="img/Blank.png"/> <img src="img/Blank.png"/> <<if visitedTags("F2SH")>><img src="img/Spacer2.png"/><<else>><img src="img/Blank.png"/><</if>> <<if visitedTags("F2RR")>><<if tags().includes("F2RR")>><span class="blink"><img src="img/Room6.png"/></span><<else>><img src="img/Room6.png"/><</if>><<else>><img src="img/Blank.png"/><</if>> <<if visitedTags("F2NC")>><<if tags().includes("F2NC")>><span class="blink"><img src="img/Room19.png"/></span><<else>><img src="img/Room19.png"/><</if>><<else>><img src="img/Blank.png"/><</if>> <<if visitedTags("F2IN")>><<if tags().includes("F2IN")>><span class="blink"><img src="img/Room12.png"/></span><<else>><img src="img/Room12.png"/><</if>><<else>><img src="img/Blank.png"/><</if>> <img src="img/Blank.png"/>
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<</if>>!!@@.blue;Meeting Hallway@@
You are in a moderate-sized hallway of smooth marble stone, adequately lit by evenly spaced braziers hanging from the ceiling. The east wall is taken up almost in its entirety by a set of large wooden doors, adorned with simple carvings and bronze inlays of plants. The doors back to the meeting hall take up the west wall, with bronze reliefs of Lysandrim that match those on their other side. The north and south walls each hold a simple wooden door. Above the door to the north, you see what looks like a bundle of herbs carved into the marble. Glancing at the southern door you see a carving of a loom above it. Nothing else catches your eye.
<<set $combat to 0>>
<<if visited("Apothecary")>>[[(N)Door to Apothecary|Apothecary]]<<else>>[[(N)Herb door|Apothecary]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Forewarning")>>[[(E)Set of double doors|Charis 1]]<<else>>[[(E)Set of double doors|Forewarning]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Three Sisters")>>[[(S)Door to Weaving Hall|Weaving Hall]]<<else>>[[(S)Loom door|Three Sisters]]<</if>>
[[(W)Ornate doors to meeting hall|Meeting Hall]]!!@@.blue;Grand Meeting Hall@@
You find yourself in a vast hall, dwarfed only by the underground atrium you saw previously, though this room is far more conventionally designed. Tall columns line both sides of the room, and directly in front of you is a large statue of Lysandrim in the nude with several comely girls twined around his legs and looking up at him with adoration. A small dais is raised in front of the statue, with a wide marble altar covered in vibrant cloth set upon it. Much of the hall is taken up by rows of simple marble benches, with the front few rows having colorful padded cushions arrayed on them, and in front of them are arrayed several thickly padded klines and chairs.
At the opposite end of the hall are a pair of ornate wooden doors, each decorated with a large bronze relief of Lysandrim; one of him amongst abundant plant life, the other with him standing in the center of a gaggle of pregnant women, a hand pressed to one's belly as if to bless it. You suppose this must be a general meeting hall or place of worship; there's enough seating to hold most, if not all, of those who reside at the temple, at least.
[[(E)Large ornate doors|Meeting Corridor]]
[[(W)Doors to common area|Temple Commons]] As you near the archway, you can see into the room quite clearly. Where the stairway up should be is a familiar stone wall with a golden lock and triangle above it, but the rest of the room seems completely empty. Wondering if you missed something and should turn back, you step through the threshold and abruptly feel a strange twist. In the time it takes to blink, you suddenly find yourself in a much dimmer, large room made of dusky, rough-hewn stone blocks.
All observation of your new surroundings will have to wait, though, your attention is focused on the other thing crouched on the other side of the room. Your brain has a hard time comprehending what it's seeing, which isn't helped by the dim shifting light of a few crude torches on the walls. Whatever it is, it's crouched low and snuffling loudly, torchlight flickering off a bizarre mix of fur, gleaming skin, and...horns?
The creature seems surprised by your sudden presence, twisting towards you and sniffing loudly from its large, almost bovine snout. The confusion is fleeting, though; it quickly rears up, towering over you on two powerful-looking legs, and lets out a roar that makes the hair on the back of your neck jerk straight up. You unconsciously try to take a step back, but your heel smacks into solid stone; the archway behind you is no more, apparently.
You appear to be trapped here with the thing, and a vague promise of nothing dangerous seems entirely inadequate. The sphinx and everything else at least were rational beings; this creature seems more like a wild animal that has no concept of holding back. This is, of course, when you detect a glint of gold right around the thing's left horn.
<<if $genF == true and visited("Kalene Scrying Corruption 1")>>[[Next|Minotaur Female C]]<<elseif $genF == true and visited("Kalene Scrying Divine 1")>>[[Next|Minotaur Female D]]<<elseif $genF == true and visited("Kalene Scrying 2")>>[[Next|Minotaur Female]]<<elseif $genF == false and visited("Kalene Scrying Corruption 1")>>[[Next|Minotaur Male C]]<<elseif $genF == false and visited("Kalene Scrying Divine 1")>>[[Next|Minotaur Male D]]<<elseif $genF == false and visited("Kalene Scrying 2")>>[[Next|Minotaur Male]]<</if>>Your name is
<<textbox "$PlayerName" "Alexis" "Listen" autofocus>>!!@@.blue;Main Corridor North@@
You stand in a slightly smaller hallway off the main corridor made out of the same ubiquitous marble stone and lit by the same braziers as all the others. However, this one is decorated with wall tapestries depicting various scenes of Lysandrim's life and beatification, alongside a few astrological pieces, and there are finely woven carpets of deep blue and purple lining the floor as well. There are three wooden doors, one in each wall, the ones on the sides looking like the well-made but otherwise plain wooden doors you've seen elsewhere, however, the one at the end of the hall is made of a rich, dark wood polished to a sheen and flanked by a golden brazier on each side that burn with a strange, otherworldly blue flame.
You're sure you've never been down here before, you doubt you'd have forgotten this sight, and moving closer, you see the dark ornate door is covered in carvings of geometric symbols, astrological signs, constellations, and several prominent eye motifs. Clearly, there's something important behind that door, or at least something the temple wants people to think is. You don't see anything to mark out the two plainer doors at a glance, though they do look a bit more polished and well-made on closer inspection, perhaps not to clash too much with their ornate sister.
<<if visited("Kalene Scrying 1")>>[[(N)Ornate door to Oracle|Oracle Room]]<<else>>[[(N)Dark ornate door|Kalene Scrying 1]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Ritual Room")>>[[(E)Door to ritual chamber|Ritual Room]]<<else>>[[(E)Plain east door|Ritual Room]]<</if>>
[[(S)Archway to main corridor|Main Corridor 2]]
<<if visited("Korinna 1")>>[[(W)Door to practice room|Practice Room]]<<else>>[[(W)Plain west door|Korinna 1]]<</if>>Satyr party scene
lots of little choices: eating, drinking, dancing
male sex scene? if you get drunk?
Flutes, tamborines, pipes, and citherns.
Nymphs? MAINADES (Maenads) mixture of Dryades, Naiades, and Oreiades
dancing gets you divinity?
hesitant nymph you can get drunk for corruption?
how to handle player getting drunk? Track how many drinks you have? Female characters can handle 1 less drink?
research aphrodisiac foods?
Something unique that can come out of this encounter?
anceint Greek terms that may be useful
ὦ φίλτατε (masc.), ὦ φιλτάτη (fem.) = dearest!
ὦ γλυκύτατον = you sweet thing!
ὦ χρύσιον ó chrýsion = my golden one!
ὦ τεκνίδιον = my little guy/girl! (to a child)
μαμμία = mommy
ἄττα = daddy
καλλίστη = my pretty
ἀγαπητέ (masc.), ἀγαπητή (fem.) = darling, beloved!!@@.blue;Novice Classroom@@
Stepping into the room, you find yourself in a moderately sized space cluttered with many small tables and stools. Gypsum writing sticks and wood tablets covered in white writing are scattered about, with more stacked on selves. Against the east wall is a clear area with a wooden podium in the center with a large sheet of wood taking up a good portion of the wall behind it, most of the tables and stools are oriented towards the podium, and in the opposite wall is another plain wooden door.
This room sparks some recognition, <<if visited("Kid's Classroom")>> it looks very similar to the children's classroom, though a bit less decorated and no toys hidden about.<<else>>you think you've been somewhere very similar, though not this exact room; if you had to guess, it looks kinda like a place you'd teach lessons.<</if>> That said, you don't see much of interest unless you ever need to write something down, that is.
[[(N)Door to corridor|Main Corridor 1]]
<<if visited("Recreation Room")>>[[(W)Door to leisure room|Recreation Room]]<<else>>[[(W)Plain wooden door|Recreation Room]]<</if>>!!@@.blue;Novice Dormitory@@
Another fairly large room of the now-ubiquitous marble stretches before you. Reasonably well-lit, it's a plain room filled with a jumble of well-worn furniture, mostly narrow single beds. A big table against one wall is covered in what looks like folded white chitons, of the type temple novices usually wear.
Not much else sticks out; there doesn't appear to be much point to this room other than sleeping, this is probably where novices who don't live in the village stay. A door to the west leads back to the corridor. You glance around once more to be sure, but nothing seems relevant to the trial.
[[Leave|South Corridor]] Walking into the room, its purpose is plainly evident to even the most casual glance. Cribs fill up most of the space, along with some tables and such scattered with various necessities for the rearing of infants. Brightly lit, the solid stone is softened by cloth hangings and soft, simple carpets covering the floors and walls. None of the cribs appear occupied at the moment, which makes sense; a baby wouldn't even know who you are, let alone intend to meet you.
Walking a quick circuit of the room, nothing stands out as being at all relevant to the trial or out of place. Nothing useful either, unless you ever need a small soft cloth.
[[(N)Leave|South Corridor]]The woman blinks at you a couple of times, staring at you for a long minute, before finally bursting into peals of delighted laughter. Eventually gathering her wits, and, with only the occasional giggle breaking her composure, she replies, "A very beautiful, very naked woman offers to reward you for your good manners, and all you ask for is her name. You are, without a doubt, a true gentleman. Very well, to answer your question my name is Diane, and, in case you have not yet guessed, I am a Meliade of this forest." She gestures towards the trees surrounding you. You recall from stories told around firesides and shared at celebrations that a Meliade is a type of nymph, one that usually tends to fruit-bearing trees. Not surprising, given the circumstances. Looking up, you see that many of the trees surrounding the clearing are pomegranate trees, heavy with fruit.
Continuing, she says, "Although of late Ly has had me wrapped around his finger and neglecting my trees somewhat. Especially with trying to carry all this extra weight around." she says, gently rubbing her round belly with one hand. Diane's gaze seems more interested, and her demeanor, in general, seems more open and friendly. Perhaps this wasn't such a waste of your reward? Either way, you still need to get that key.
<<modnym 50>>
[[Contemplate your next move|Gravid Nymph Hub]]Shifting back to make room on her bed of greenery, she says, "Come now, no need to be shy." Beckoning you over with one hand, she gestures for you to join her. Crawling next to her, you ease onto the surprisingly comfortable mat of green and lie down facing her, careful not to bump her heavy stomach. Eyes sparkling, she smiles softly at you and says, "Now for your reward." Gently guiding your head down, she directs you towards one of her soft, full breasts. You obediently latch onto her pink nipple with your mouth and start sucking gently, being careful with your teeth.
Her warm milk almost immediately starts filling your mouth, and you gulp down the sweet, thick liquid. A gentle warmth spreads out from your stomach as you drink, and you close your eyes as your entire body relaxes. You can feel one of her hands stroking your head, running her fingers slowly through your <<HLDesc>>, <<HCDesc>> hair, and occasionally scratching your scalp gently. Letting your mind drift on the warm currents of pleasant sensations, you hear her start singing softly, and although you can't understand any of the words, it fills you with a sense of peace, washing away all the fears and anxiety you've been harboring about your situation.
Spending several minutes like that leaves your entire body limp and filled with warmth and contentment as you drink deeply and greedily, but eventually, you feel her arms wrap around your head and gently pull you away from her bosom. You're bitterly disappointed that it's over for a moment until you feel her raise you slightly and place your lips to her other breast, cradling your head gently against her. With your ear now pressed to her chest, you can hear her heartbeat gently pounding an accompaniment to her singing as you happily continue to drink from her. Wrapped up in the warm, soft, comforting darkness your consciousness slowly drifts away.
Waking reluctantly at first, you bolt up with a start when you realize you've fallen asleep. Looking around wildly you realize you're still in the clearing, and everything is as it was. Glancing down you notice several things. First, the woman is still lying next to you, looking at you with a bemused smile and noticeably smaller breasts. Second, you are completely naked, and your clothes are in a pile on the grass nearby. Finally, your breasts look and feel substantially larger, with nipples standing stiffly at attention.
The woman smiles wider at your blank look of confusion and contentedly purrs, "You enjoyed drinking my milk so much I'm afraid you drifted off for a few minutes. You looked so peaceful I couldn't bring myself to wake you, so I undressed you and let you rest." You notice her eyes are sparkling and her face looks rather flushed. Continuing she says, "I must admit, there are few feelings more satisfying than nourishing another life with your body, but I'm very glad it was so pleasant for you as well. It makes me even more eager for these little ones to join me." She gently caresses her belly, breathing out a happy sigh. Glancing at you from under her lashes she slyly says, "I'm sure you'll find you feel the same soon enough, now that you have our blessing." Reaching down she caresses a spot below your navel.
Looking down at the spot she touched, you see a dark green brand just below your belly, shaped like a rounded triangle made of vines. Blushing, you dress and thank her, sitting down in front of her once more.
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[[Return|Gravid Nymph Hub]]Shifting back to make room on her bed of greenery, she says, "Come now, no need to be shy." Beckoning you over with one hand, she gestures for you to join her. Crawling next to her, you ease onto the surprisingly comfortable mat of green and lie down facing her, careful not to bump her heavy stomach. Eyes sparkling, she smiles softly at you and says, "Now for your reward." Gently guiding your head down, she directs you towards one of her soft, full breasts. You obediently latch onto her pink nipple with your mouth and start sucking gently, being careful with your teeth.
Her warm milk almost immediately starts filling your mouth, and you gulp down the sweet, thick liquid. A gentle warmth spreads out from your stomach as you drink, and you close your eyes as your entire body relaxes. You can feel one of her hands stroking your head, running her fingers slowly through your <<HLDesc>>, <<HCDesc>> hair, and occasionally scratching your scalp gently. Letting your mind drift on the warm currents of pleasant sensations, you hear her start singing softly, and although you can't understand any of the words, it fills you with a sense of peace, washing away all the fears and anxiety you've been harboring about your situation.
Spending several minutes like that leaves your entire body limp and filled with warmth and contentment as you drink deeply and greedily, but eventually, you feel her arms wrap around your head and gently pull you away from her bosom. You're bitterly disappointed that it's over for a moment until you feel her raise you slightly and place your lips to her other breast, cradling your head gently against her. With your ear now pressed to her chest, you can hear her heartbeat gently pounding an accompaniment to her singing as you happily continue to drink from her. Wrapped up in the warm, soft, comforting darkness your consciousness slowly drifts away.
Waking reluctantly at first, you bolt up with a start when you realize you've fallen asleep. Looking around wildly you realize you're still in the clearing, and everything is as it was. Glancing down you notice several things. First, the woman is still lying next to you, looking at you with a bemused smile and noticeably smaller breasts. Second, you are completely naked, and your clothes are in a pile on the grass nearby. Finally, your cock is painfully erect and seems substantially larger than you remember it being. The woman smiles wider at your blank look of confusion and contentedly purrs, "You enjoyed drinking my milk so much I'm afraid you drifted off for a few minutes. You looked so peaceful I couldn't bring myself to wake you, so I undressed you and let you rest."
You notice her eyes are sparkling and her face looks rather flushed. Continuing she says, "I must admit, there are few feelings more satisfying than nourishing another life with your body, but I'm very glad it was so pleasant for you as well. It makes me even more eager for these little ones to join me." She gently caresses her belly, breathing out a happy sigh. Rising, you dress somewhat clumsily around your raging erection, and, thanking her awkwardly, you take a seat in front of her once more.
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<<modlus 100>>
<<moddiv 1>>\
<<moddic 2>>
<<modtra 2>>\
[[Return|Gravid Nymph Hub]]The woman looks at you, a sad expression crossing her face, and says, "I am sorry, but I do not know. It is not as if Ly shared his plans with me, he merely gave me a key and said you would come looking for it, and that I should make you earn it." Chagrined, you start to ask something else, but she cuts you off, "I answered your question truthfully and to the best of my knowledge, as agreed. I am sorry, but you have already had your reward. I cannot give you another just because you wasted it. Perhaps take this as a lesson to think things through more carefully in the future."
Thoroughly disheartened, you return to pondering what to do next.
[[Contemplate your next move|Gravid Nymph Hub]]<<if $genF == false>>With a frustrated grunt, you ease back slightly and stick to shallower thrusts. Looking relieved she starts to thank you, but you cut her off, demanding that she start repaying you by properly swearing to be your woman. Rushing to appease you, she says, "Of course! I swear it! My heart, my body, everything is yours, Master!" With that, you can feel her last traces of resistance fade, and instead of forcing the darkness into her, she's practically sucking it out of you now.
Taking a moment to bask in your conquest, you finally start to feel the first stirrings of a pending ejaculation, and you pursue it eagerly. Accelerating your pace, the wet sounds of your frantic coupling fill the air between her lewd moans and cries of pleasure. Abruptly, however, you feel her pussy clench around you like a vice, but instead of a blissful expression of orgasm, this time <<NymN>> looks rather startled. Figuring it was probably just one of the brats giving her a solid kick, you ignore her and continue working towards your climax. After a few more minutes, though, you feel her vagina clench around you again and after a surprised exclamation, she hesitantly says, "I think...I'm going into labor."
Cursing inwardly, you focus on your own pleasure, trying to encourage your impending orgasm to arrive more quickly. Engrossed in your efforts, you're somewhat surprised a few minutes later when after a particularly strong contraction, a deluge of liquid pours out of her, and you realize you're running out of time. Slamming in and out of her at a furious pace, you feel close to the edge of release when another contraction constricts her body around you tightly. When it releases its grip after a moment, you feel something round and warm slide down and press against the tip of your <<DickDesc>> cock.
Moaning loudly, <<NymN>> pants, "Th-the babies are coming!" Pausing, you briefly consider stopping, but you immediately reject the idea, you're far too close to stop now, she can wait until you're done. When you push the obstruction back up inside her with your dick, a startled gasp escapes her and she cries out in surprise as she orgasms from the bizarre sensations. The thought that you're now using her own baby to fuck her is both amusing, as well as strangely arousing, and you feel your own impending climax swiftly approach as you supress a laugh. The infant's head rests against your cock, following you in and out as you stroke inside its mother.
Riding high on pleasure and the dark fire coursing through her, <<NymN>> seems beyond caring about her unborn children now; letting loose wild, lust-fueled cries as she swings her hips against you. Gathering up all the darkness remaining in you as you near the peak, you release it all in one massive surge as you push all the way up into her womb and finally orgasm. A torrent of cum and dark power shoots out from you, swiftly filling her womb. <<NymN>> rocks back, pressing her head into the greenery and tongue lolling out as she screams in pleasure at her own massive climax. Emptying yourself into her, you imagine that you're baptizing the unborn infants in your seed, and you can almost feel them absorbing the lust and depravity from the bizarre circumstances of their birth.
Eventually, the tide of your ejaculation starts to wane, and after savoring the last few spurts, you pull out, moving off of her and sitting back to watch the end of the show. It doesn't take long for the cum-slicked infants to slide out of her, now that your cock is no longer there to obstruct them. The speed of the whole thing is a bit astounding, you recall your mother took an hour or two to birth your younger siblings, but you suppose things work differently where spirits and gods are involved. Your gaze is drawn to a glint of gold in one of the infant's hands, and you see that it's holding a golden key in its tiny fist. Gently prying the key away from it, you tuck it inside your kolpos for now. You'd almost forgotten about that particular problem, but it seems to have worked itself out perfectly.<<else>>With a frustrated sigh, you ease back slightly and stick to shallower movements. Looking relieved she starts to thank you, but you cut her off, demanding that she start repaying you by properly swearing to be your woman. Rushing to appease you, she says, "Of course! I swear it! My heart, my body, everything is yours, Master!" With that, you can feel her last traces of resistance fade, and instead of forcing the darkness into her, she's practically sucking it out of you now.
Taking a moment to savor the rush of a new conquest, a thrill of pleasure runs down your spine and you release her breast, sliding your hand down to begin pleasuring your own soaked pussy. Abruptly, however, you feel her clench around you like a vice, but instead of a blissful expression of orgasm, this time <<NymN>> looks rather startled. Figuring it was probably just one of her brats giving her a solid kick, you ignore her and continue working towards your climax. After a few more minutes, though, you feel her vagina clench around you again and after a surprised exclamation, she hesitantly says, "I think...I'm going into labor."
Momentarily stunned, you contemplate what to make of this. You could just stop now, but you feel like that would leave things incomplete somehow. Not to mention you haven't climaxed even once yet. Trying to encourage your impending orgasm to arrive more quickly, you're somewhat surprised when, after a particularly strong contraction, a deluge of liquid pours out of her, and you realize you're running out of time. Slamming in and out of her at a furious pace, you feel close to the edge of release when another contraction constricts her body around you tightly. When it releases its grip after a moment, you feel something round and warm slide down, and press against the top of your hand.
Moaning loudly, <<NymN>> pants, "Th-the babies are coming!" Pausing, you briefly consider stopping once more, but you immediately reject the idea, you're far too close now, she can wait until you're done. When you push the obstruction back up inside her with your hand, a startled gasp escapes her and she cries out in surprise as she orgasms from the bizarre sensation. The thought that you're now using her own baby to fuck her is both amusing, as well as strangely arousing, and you feel your impending climax swiftly approach as you suppress a laugh. The infant's head rests against your fist, following you in and out as you stroke inside its mother.
Riding high on pleasure and the dark fire coursing through her, <<NymN>> seems to be beyond caring about her unborn children by this point; letting loose wild, lust-fueled cries as she pushes her hips against you. Gathering up all the darkness remaining in you as you near your peak, you release it all in one massive surge as you push all the way up and into her womb. A torrent of dark power pours out from you, your climax following swiftly on its heels. <<NymN>> rocks back, pressing her head into the greenery, tongue lolling out as she screams in pleasure at her own massive orgasm. Emptying yourself into her, you imagine that you're baptizing the unborn infants in black fire, and you can almost feel them absorbing the lust and depravity from the bizarre circumstances of their birth.
Eventually, the tide of pleasure starts to wane, and after savoring the last of it, you pull your arm out of her gaping chasm, moving off of her and sitting back to watch the end of the show. It doesn't take long for the juice-slicked infants to slide out of her, now that your hand is no longer there to obstruct them. The speed of the whole thing is a bit astounding, you recall your mother took an hour or two to birth your younger siblings, but you suppose things work differently where spirits and gods are involved. Your gaze is drawn to a glint of gold in one of the infant's hands, and you see that it's holding a golden key in its tiny fist. Gently prying the key away from it, you tuck it inside your kolpos for now. You'd almost forgotten about that particular problem, but it seems to have worked itself out perfectly.<</if>>
After she spends spending several minutes recovering from the wild birthing sex, <<NymN>> finally gathers her wits and starts tending to her newborn children. The babes, both girls, seem none the worse for their part in the debauched escapades, mewling hungrily and squirming in her arms. As she brings them to her breasts to drink, you notice the trickle of milk leaking from them has lost its golden sheen, replaced by a dull yellow tinge instead. The infants still drink it greedily, nonetheless.
Letting your eyes wander over her body, you note several other small changes, aside from her mostly flattened belly. Her flaxen hair has darkened to a dirty blond, and her sparkling green eyes have taken on a flat, yellow-green hue. Her skin has paled considerably and is now marred by a few prominent black beauty marks. Her lips look fuller and darker than before and naturally assume a distinctive pout. Noticing your gaze she gives you a sly smile, and says, "Would you like to name them, master? I'd be so //very// grateful if you would." Thinking for a few minutes, you tell her you'll give her a new name as well, to signify her new status as your woman.
Moving beside her, you push two fingers into her vagina and scoop out some of your mixed fluids. Dabbing your juice-soaked fingers on the newborn's foreheads, you christen them Epineía and Laithymía, and, placing your fingers in their mother's mouth, you name her Ástoliá. Sucking on your fingers eagerly, she quickly licks them clean, looking slightly forlorn when you pull them away from her. Cocking her head at you, she frowns and says, "You have to leave now, don't you?" You nod, and she sighs. Reaching into her hair with her free hand while the other cradles the suckling babes, she extracts a pink, star-shaped blossom and holds it out to you, and says, "Take this then, if you're somewhere I can reach I'll come if you call my new name into it. Somewhere with trees or lots of natural greenery would be best."
Taking the flower, you gently place it in your kolpos. As you stand and make ready to leave she flashes you a lascivious smile and adds, "Be sure to call me to you once you've finished with that fickle god's little game, I'm already starting to feel lonely without you." Moving to the locked door you glance back, taking in the clearing one last time. Something about it seems to have changed, but you can't quite put a finger on what.
Shrugging inwardly, you turn to the door and unlock it with the golden key, both key and lock vanishing immediately as the lock springs open. Pushing open the door you step through, finding yourself back in another windowless marble chamber. To your surprise, the door snaps closed behind you by itself and turning you wrench it back open. Rather than the clearing, however, all you see is the marble corridor that had preceded it. It would seem you won't be able to return to the clearing, at least not this way.
<<set $cnc to true>>
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[[Examine the room|Temple Dog]]"Ah, saving your favor for a future need? Very well, although I'm not certain how much help a boon of mine will be in your trial, I'll try to lend you my aid when you call." Removing a small flower from her hair, she holds it out to you. Taking it from her, you examine it for a moment. It appears to be a plain heather flower, nothing particularly special or noteworthy stands out about it.
You look up at her as she continues, "All you must do is hold the flower up and ask for help. I'll provide what aid I can, but don't go expecting miracles, I'm not a diety after all. Oh, and don't think you can use this to make me give you the key, I can't break a promise, even for a favor." With that, she settles back down on her bed of greenery and smiles at you. Tucking the flower inside your kolpos, you ponder your next move.
<<set $hnf to true>>
[[Return to the problem at hand|Gravid Nymph Hub]]As you prepare to settle back in, Diane raises a hand to stop you, saying "Actually, I think that is quite enough, <<PName>>." Pausing she closes her eyes for a few moments, brow furrowed in concentration, then reaches between her legs and delicately extracts a small golden key from between the folds of her lips. Presenting it to you with a smile, she continues "You've certainly done enough for me to earn this." Taking it from her, you thank her politely, to which she gives a small smile and replies "No need to thank me, I just played my part. In truth, I might not be doing you any favors letting you past me. Ly might be a flighty, merry god, but he is still a god, and he's probably arranged much more challenging obstacles than I. If you turned back now and pleaded for mercy he would probably be lenient. You may not die if you continue, but there are fates just as bad or worse that can be visited upon a mortal, without harming a hair on their head."
You pause for a moment, but then shake your head and thank her for her concern. You had your chance to back out, but you've committed to passing this trial. Bidding her farewell, you stride towards the door and unlock it with the key, and both vanish immediately. Pushing open the door you step through, finding yourself back in another windowless marble chamber. The door closes behind you by itself, and turning in surprise you wrench it back open. Rather than the clearing, however, all you see is the marble corridor that had preceded it. It would seem you won't be able to return to the clearing, at least not this way.
<<set $cnc to true>>
[[Examine the room|Temple Dog]]"Potions? I don't have much experience with such things, but I may be able to discern what effect it could have on you." She says, holding out a hand.
<<if $hfe == true>>You hand the round bottle over to her. She examines it closely, pulling the stopper out and inhaling deeply. Dipping the tip of one finger in the liquid, she sucks on it thoughtfully. Eventually, she says, "Hmm. I think this is intended to drastically enhance a woman's feminine traits, it feels very concentrated and potent as well. Her breasts would get larger, her hips would widen, her face would become more feminine, and so on. If a man were to drink it, well, I'm not sure he would still be a man after a minute or two. They would be very beautiful though, at least." She finishes with a giggle, replacing the stopper and handing the bottle back.<<set $ife to true>><</if>>
<<if $hte == true>>You hand the triangular bottle over to her. She looks at it curiously, turning it over in her hands. Removing the stopper she sniffs delicately, and with a triumphant exclamation says, "This I recognize quite clearly. It has concentrated extracts of several plants I've used myself. It should greatly refresh the drinker, washing away fatigue and restoring vitality. I don't detect any other ingredients. Replacing the stopper, she hands the bottle back to you.<<set $ite to true>><</if>>
With a smile, she says, "I hope that was helpful." Thanking her, you return to pondering the problem of the key.
[[Contemplate your next move|Gravid Nymph Hub]]She seems slightly disappointed when you tell her you'd like a bottle but quickly recovers. Rummaging around the bed of greenery she's laying on, she pulls out a delicate oval bottle of fine glass, etched all around with a flowering vine motif. Sliding out the stopper, she places it against one of her generous breasts and starts to slowly but firmly massage the milk from it with a gentle sigh.
Before long, steady streams of rich, creamy milk start filling the bottle, and as she works, she hums an unfamiliar song softly. When the bottle is half full, she switches to her other side and repeats the process until the bottle is brimming with the curiously gold-tinged milk. Replacing the stopper, she offers the bottle to you, and, taking it, you tuck it inside your chiton.
Looking back up, you notice her studying you, biting one lip slightly. After a moment she says, "Being milk of my kind, you need not worry about it spoiling, and it should prove most refreshing and energizing. Minor illnesses and ailments should not trouble you for a long time after drinking it. Also, I placed a blessing of my children and I on it."
She pauses, rubbing her stomach lovingly before continuing, "If a man were to drink it, he would find himself significantly enhanced in terms of the size, stamina, and virility of his manhood. On the other hand, if a woman were to drink it, she would likely find her feminine features improved, as well as a blessing of fertility upon her womb. She need only rub a hand over her womb after taking the seed of whomever she wishes to conceive with, and she will almost certainly find herself pregnant with his child."
Cocking her head at you, she stares for a long moment before finally asking, "Are... you sure you wouldn't like to drink some fresh? I still have plenty to spare, so I don't mind..." She trails off, looking at you a little sheepishly.
<<set $hnm to true>>
[[Politely decline|Gravid Nymph Hub]]
<<abcd "(D)">><<if $genF == false>>[[Accept her offer|Nymph Blessing M]]<<else>>[[Accept her offer|Nymph Blessing F]]<</if>>Resuming your movements, you ignore her and start pushing the tip of your dick against the annoying obstruction. Yelping in pain, she cradles her belly and starts to protest but you cut her off again, reminding her that she swore her body to you just moments ago and then wondering aloud if perhaps she'd like you to stop altogether. Breathing heavily, she licks her lips and stares at you for a moment before shaking her head. Chuckling inwardly, you increase the amount of dark energy you pour into her with each thrust, and it isn't long before her pained cries start to turn sweet again. Satisfied that she's become obedient once more, you tell her that if she's truly your woman she needs to swear it properly.
Enthralled by the strange pleasure she feels whenever the babes in her stomach squirm and thrash from your <<DickDesc>> cock invading their sanctuary, she distractedly answers, "I swear! I swear I'll be your woman! My body, my heart, everything I have is yours! Just...don't...stooooooop!" As she orgasms amidst her own babies' distress, you feel your own climax finally start to build following her complete surrender. Putting more force behind your thrusts, you vigorously assault the barrier blocking her deepest depths, and feel it start to slowly stretch and give way. Her entire body shakes under the pounding, breasts, and belly bouncing as she moans and cries out incoherently, eyes glazed over and staring blankly at the sky.
Pulling your hips back one final time you pause, gathering all the black emotions remaining inside you, and slam forward, pushing your <<DickDesc>> cock even farther inside her. You feel the membrane snap, rupturing and giving way to an immense feeling of satisfaction as you orgasm, flooding her occupied womb with a torrent of your cum and dark fire. A surge of amniotic fluid pours out of her vagina, drenching her thighs and the greenery under her, and you try your best to replace it, pumping more semen into her as you feel something struggle weakly against the tip of your cock.
Crying out in the throes of her own enormous orgasm, she bucks wildly under you, arching her back and digging her fingers into her stomach as her eyes roll up in her head. Mouth hanging open, her tongue lolls out of her mouth, and she emits guttural sounds like an animal as the pleasure overwhelms her. Several moments pass like that, as you feel the movements in her womb slow, then they cease altogether as you release more cum inside her. To your surprise, her belly almost immediately begins to shrink, slowly deflating like a waterskin being squeezed of its fluid.
Eventually, as both of your orgasms' start to settle down, her belly has almost flattened out, with only a slight bulge remaining to show she had recently been pregnant. Pulling out of her with a wet pop, a few last drops of dark grey cum fall onto her skin, fluids streaming out of her gaping vagina now that your cock is no longer there to keep them in. To your continued surprise, several objects slide out of her in the flow, a small golden key, and two oval stones slightly smaller than a finger. Well, that's probably the key you require, but curious what the stones are, you pick up one of them and examine it in the light. Perfectly smooth and made of a semi-translucent, grey material shot through with gold veins, it feels slightly warm to the touch. Presumably, these are what remains of the semi-divine brats she was carrying.
Suddenly a strange idea pops into your head and placing one of the stones in <<NymN>>'s mouth you order her to swallow, which she does obediently. Picking up the second stone, you place it in your mouth and swallow it whole. It goes down easily, and as you feel it dissolve in your throat, a wave of energy washes through you, leaving you feeling refreshed and full of vigor. Speaking of vigor, your <<DickDesc>> dick is already standing at attention once again and, seeing no reason not to indulge a bit further, you slide down on top of the nymph as she eagerly positions herself to accommodate you.
A good while later, having broken in your new woman quite thoroughly, you ponder a few things while sitting next to her exhausted, supine form. Letting your eyes rove over her, you notice some small changes in her appearance. Her hair, which had been like golden flax, has noticeably darkened to a dirty blond, and her sparkling emerald eyes have taken on a dull yellow-green hue. Her skin, which had been a dewy light olive has grown quite pale, and a smattering of beauty marks now mar it. Her lips seem fuller and redder then they were, and naturally form a pout now. Her breasts seem even fuller and firmer than they were, and her areola' have lightened with the rest of her skin to a delicate pale pink. Milk still trickles from them, although it has lost its golden sheen and instead it has a dull yellow tinge.
Rousing <<NymN>> with a squeeze, you inform her you've decided to give her a new name, Ástoliá, to reflect that she's now yours. Smiling up at you dreamily she says, "Thank you, master. It's such a pretty name." Reaching down, she unwinds a flower from her hair and holds it up to you, continuing, "I imagine you'll need to leave and continue with your trial, so take this. Just say my name into it and I'll come, so long as it's someplace I can reach; places where trees or lots of greenery grow would work best." Glancing at the pink, star-shaped bloom, you tuck it into your kolpos. As you rise to your feet and turn towards the locked door, you hear her purr out, "Please hurry and finish this silly trial, master, I'm already getting lonely just thinking of being away from you."
Ignoring her, you stride towards the door and unlock it with the gold key, and both key and lock vanish immediately. Pushing open the door you step through, finding yourself back in another windowless marble chamber. The door closes behind you by itself, and turning in surprise you wrench it back open. Rather than the clearing, however, all you see is the marble corridor that had preceded it. It would seem you won't be able to return to the clearing, at least not this way.
<<set $cnc to true>>\
<<set $cnD to 2>>\
<<set $hnf to true>>\
<<modfat -100>>
<<modlus -100>>
<<modlew 20>>
<<modcor 2>>\
<<moddic 2>>
[[Examine the room|Temple Dog]]<<if $genF == false>>Sensing a golden opportunity, you ask for a kiss. Raising an eyebrow, she smiles at you and says, "Just a kiss? How very romantic, I doubt many young men in this situation would ask for something so...chaste." Taking that as assent, you rise and step closer, kneeling beside her and cupping her cheek in one hand you pause for a moment, deliberately locking eyes with <<NymN>>. Purposefully holding her gaze just a hair too long for comfort, you abruptly lean in and kiss her. As soon as your lips connect, <<if $divinity > 0>>that same feeling of warmth and energy from before<<else>>a strangely familiar feeling of warmth<</if>> starts unfolding from deep inside you, and you instinctually try to infuse the kiss with it, funneling it up and pushing it into her.
Immediately opening her mouth, she lets out a muffled groan of pleasure, an opening that you're happy to exploit by pushing your tongue past her lips and enthusiastically exploring her mouth, which tastes faintly of pomegranates and something sweet. She doesn't seem to mind the intrusion, energetically twining her tongue around yours. After several more long minutes of intense kissing, you finally break free, both of you breathing heavily. Looking at you through half-closed, unfocused eyes <<NymN>> manages to pant out, "Well, I think that should satisfy your request." Looking back at her intently, you ask if //she// is satisfied. Swallowing heavily, she glances away and stammers, "Well, I...i-it has been a while since I've felt the touch of another. And Ly being gone so long then showing up just to ask me to play a part in his little game is...vexing. Even if he did promise me something nice when it's finished."
Her mouth has taken on a slight pout now, and you murmur some vague, soothing words as you gently stroke the back of her head. Looking back up at you she shifts onto her back and spreads her legs, saying, "I suppose what I'm saying is, no, I am not satisfied, so you should stop being so circumspect and just fuck me already." Unable to completely suppress a chuckle, you obligingly move over to kneel between her legs and shift your chiton aside to reveal your already erect manhood. Grabbing her hips in both hands, you pull her up against you and slide inside her in one smooth motion, pouring a fresh surge of warmth into her where your bodies connect.
You immediately feel her shudder and clench in a light climax as you enter her, and she shouts out, "Ohhhhh gods yesss!" After taking a few moments to recover, she breathily pants, "I guess I didn't realize just how much I needed this." Hiding a grin, you start moving slowly, <<DickDesc>> cock thrusting in and out of her drooling pussy while you hold her against you. After a few more moments, she manages to collect herself enough to lock her legs around yours and start moving her own hips, matching your rhythm. As you move together, you can feel the warm sensation quickly build until waves of heat are coursing throughout your entire body, and embracing it, you wrap yourself in the sensation and let it guide your movements.
Rolling and gyrating your hips as you move in and out of her, in no time at all she's going rigid as another small orgasm rolls through her, followed swiftly by another. Pumping more and more of the growing torrent of heat into her, it isn't long before <<NymN>> devolves into a shuddering, groaning mess as all of the small climaxes blur together into one continuous orgasm. In between cries of pleasure, she manages to gasp out, "Please, ah! Go slower! This is too, uhhn! Much!" Ignoring her plea, you start thrusting even harder, curious what might happen if you push her farther. At first her cries just get a little louder, but then, just as you feel the stirrings of your own climax start to build, she deliriously moans out, "Gods! Ohhhh! I'm going to! Ahhhhhh! Go crazy! It's coming! I'm coming Lyyyyyy!"
Normally, you feel like it would be embarrassing to have a woman you're bedding confuse you for a previous lover, however, in this case, it's a little flattering to be mistaken for the god of sex. Feeling a flash of competitiveness, you start going all out, pumping your rigid cock into her at a furious pace, scooping out waves of her love juices with every thrust as a dull roar of white-hot fire fills your head. Finally, with one last, powerful thrust, you reach the peak you've been seeking and ejaculate, releasing an enormous wave of hot cum deep inside her. At the same time <<NymN>> lets out a scream of pleasure, eyes rolling back in her head and body convulsing slightly, as she crests a similar peak and climaxes hard, a massive flood of her own juices pouring out of her as she does.
As you empty yourself into her, you grind your hips up against hers, making sure her pussy swallows up every last drop of seed. Eventually, once you feel completely spent, you pause, savoring the post-coital glow, as you look down at her panting, disheveled figure. That's when you feel something strange bump against the tip of your cock and <<NymN>> groans. Hesitating in confusion for a few seconds, your eyes widen as it finally starts to dawn on you what's been happening for a while now without your realizing. Hastily pulling out of her, you stumble backward a few steps and sit down heavily as she lets out another groan of effort, louder this time, and something round and fleshy starts to emerge from her vagina.
Soon, a fluid-coated newborn babe is cooing happily as it lays between its mother's legs, and after a few more minutes of heavy groaning and belabored pants, it's joined by a second baby. Their sweat-slicked mother props herself up on one elbow to look at them over the swell of her much smaller stomach, smiling wanly as she says, "Well, that was certainly an interesting time to decide they were ready to join the world. Definitely Ly's." Standing up, you move to help the exhausted nymph, gently picking up the newborns, both girls, and placing them in her arms. A tiny part of your brain notes the distinct lack of any blood and how oddly calm the babies are. A much larger part notices one of them has its tiny little hand clutched around a small gold key. Following your gaze the new mother chuckles, then says, "Guess my secret hiding place isn't much of a secret now. Go on, take it."
Delicately removing the key from the babe's grip, you glance back at her uncertainly. Her tired smile widens and she gently admonishes, "Don't worry about me, I am no mortal woman to be brought low by the mere act of bringing new life into this world. I'll be perfectly fine. Go finish whatever silly game Ly has you running about for. Perhaps one day we'll meet again, and I can introduce my daughters to the man who helped deliver them in a most creative fashion." The new mother laughs merrily at the thought as she cradles her twins against her. After you take a moment to adjust your chiton, she gives a small wave of goodbye as you stride towards the locked door. Unlocking it with the gold key, both key and lock vanish immediately.
Pushing open the door you step through, finding yourself back in another windowless marble chamber. The door closes behind you by itself, and turning in surprise you wrench it back open. Rather than the clearing, however, all you see is the marble corridor that had preceded it. It would seem you won't be able to return to the clearing, at least not this way.<<else>>Sensing a golden opportunity, you ask for a kiss. Raising an eyebrow, she smiles at you and says, "A kiss? How very charming, although also perhaps a touch cliche." Taking that as assent, you rise and step closer, kneeling beside her and cupping her cheek in one hand you pause for a moment, deliberately locking eyes with <<NymN>>. Holding her gaze just a hair too long for comfort, you abruptly lean in and kiss her. As soon as your lips connect, <<if $divinity > 0>>that same feeling of warmth and energy from before<<else>>a strangely familiar feeling of warmth<</if>> starts unfolding from deep inside you, and you instinctually try to infuse the kiss with it, funneling it up and pushing it into her.
Immediately opening her mouth, she lets out a muffled groan of pleasure, an opening that you're happy to exploit by pushing your tongue past her lips and vigorously exploring her mouth, which tastes faintly of pomegranates and something sweet. She doesn't seem to mind the intrusion, enthusiastically twining her tongue around yours. After several long minutes of intense kissing, you finally break free, both of you breathing heavily. Looking at you through half-closed, unfocused eyes <<NymN>> manages to pant out, "Well, I think that should satisfy your request." Looking back at her intently, you ask if //she// is satisfied. Swallowing heavily, she glances away and stammers, "W-well, I...it has been a while since I've felt the touch of another. And Ly being gone so long, then showing up just to ask me to play a part in his little game is...vexing. Even if he did promise me something nice when it's finished."
Her mouth has taken on a slight pout now, and you murmur some vaguely soothing words as you gently stroke the back of her head. Looking back up at you, she says, "I suppose what I'm saying is no, I'm not satisfied, so you should stop being so circumspect and just fuck me already." Grabbing you abruptly, she pulls you down on top of her and starts energetically shoving her tongue into your mouth. Helpfully parting your lips for her, you shift to one side to keep your weight off the swell of her gravid belly. Wrapping one arm around her, you bring the other down to her slit and slide a finger inside her, pouring a fresh surge of that warmth through the connection.
You immediately feel her shudder and clench in a light climax as you enter her, and she wordlessly cries out against you. After taking a few moments to recover, she breathily pants, "I guess I didn't realize just how much I needed this." Hiding a grin, you start moving slowly, hand sliding in and out of her drooling pussy while you hold her against you. After a few more moments, she manages to collect herself enough to bring one leg up between yours, until it's grinding against your crotch. As you move together, you can feel the warm sensation quickly build until waves of heat are coursing throughout your entire body, and wrapping yourself in the sensation, you let it guide your movements.
Twisting and undulating your hand as you move in and out of her, in no time at all she's going rigid as another small orgasm rolls through her, followed swiftly by another. Pumping more and more of the growing torrent of heat into her, it isn't long before <<NymN>> has devolved into a shuddering, groaning mess as all the small climaxes blur together into one continuous orgasm. In between cries of pleasure, she manages to gasp out, "Please, ah! Go slower! This is too, uhhn! Much!" Ignoring her plea, you start thrusting even harder, curious what might happen if you push her farther. At first, her cries just get a little louder, but just as you feel the stirrings of your own climax start to build, she deliriously moans out, "Gods! Ohhhh! I'm going to! Ahhhhhh! Go crazy! It's coming! I'm coming Lyyyyyy!"
Normally, you feel like it would be embarrassing to have a woman you're bedding confuse you for a previous lover, however, in this case, you feel a little perplexed that she could make such a mistake with your current appearance. Shrugging inwardly, you start going all out, pumping your entire hand into her and swinging your hips against her leg at a furious pace as a dull roar of white-hot fire fills your head. Finally, you reach the peak you've been seeking and climax lightly, releasing an enormous wave of warmth deep inside her. At the same time <<NymN>> lets out a scream of pleasure, eyes rolling back in her head and body convulsing slightly as she orgasms hard, a truly massive flood of her own juices pouring out of her.
As you push the last of the heat into her, you grind your hips up against her, savoring the post-coital glow as you admire her panting, disheveled figure. That's when you feel something strange bump against the tip of your hand that's still embedded in her pussy and <<NymN>> groans. Hesitating in confusion for a few seconds, your eyes widen as it finally starts to dawn on you what's been happening for a while now without you realizing. Hastily pulling out of her, you stumble backward a few steps and sit down heavily as she lets out another groan of effort, louder this time, and something round and fleshy starts to emerge from her vagina.
Soon, a fluid-coated newborn babe is cooing happily as it lays between its mother's legs, and after a few more minutes of heavy groaning and belabored pants, it's joined by a second baby. Their sweat-slicked mother props herself up on one elbow to look at them over the swell of her much smaller stomach, smiling wanly as she says, "Well, that was certainly an interesting time to decide they were ready to join the world. Definitely Ly's." Standing up, you move to help the exhausted nymph, gently picking up the newborns, both girls, and placing them in her arms. A tiny part of your brain notes how oddly clean and calm the babies are. A much larger part notices one of them has its tiny little hand clutched around a small gold key. Following your gaze, the new mother chuckles and says, "Guess my secret hiding place isn't much of a secret now. Go on, take it."
Delicately removing the key from the babe's grip, you glance back at her uncertainly. Her tired smile widens and she gently admonishes, "Don't worry about me, I am no mortal woman to be brought low by the mere act of bringing new life into this world. I'll be perfectly fine. Go finish whatever silly game Ly has you running about for. Perhaps one day we'll meet again, and I can introduce my daughters to the one who helped deliver them in a most creative fashion." The new mother laughs merrily at the thought as she cradles her twins against her. After you take a moment to adjust your chiton, she gives a small wave of goodbye as you stride towards the locked door. Unlocking it with the gold key, both key and lock vanish immediately.
<<modsex 1>>
Pushing open the door you step through, finding yourself back in another windowless marble chamber. The door closes behind you by itself, and turning in surprise you wrench it back open. Rather than the clearing, however, all you see is the marble corridor that had preceded it. It would seem you won't be able to return to the clearing, at least not this way.<</if>>
<<modsexfat 50>>
<<modlus -100>>
<<modlew 10>>
<<moddiv 1>>\
<<set $cnc to true>>\
[[Examine the room|Temple Dog]]Focusing on the problem at hand, you ask how you can get the key from her. She deflates a little, and, looking slightly disappointed, says, "How boring. Of all the things you could have asked for or about." She sighs disconsolately and continues, "Very well, I intended to just give you the key after you performed a few small services or favors for me. I made sure you couldn't just take it by putting it somewhere you can't reach." She strokes her belly as she says the last part, and continues, "As for what I want you to do, I didn't have anything specific in mind, just some small niceties would be fine. It's more about the thought and intent than the actual deed. I believe that pretty much covers it, it's not very complicated. <<if $nns == false>>Although I will say that if you had just asked me normally I would have more or less said the same, but been a bit vaguer."<<else>>"<</if>>
<<if $nns == false>>Now, having something to work with, you start coming up with ideas. Thinking back to when your mother was pregnant with your siblings, and what things you've overheard other women mention, you brainstorm what might please an expecting mother. The first thing you remember is they frequently got swollen extremities and your mother asking you to rub or massage her a few times. You also recall her mentioning to Charis once that her stomach could start to feel stretched or sore, but the temple had oil that could ease that immediately. Another thing you remember hearing about is strong cravings for specific foods or flavors, and then there was the time you overheard your mother advising a woman from the village, and she said pregnancies frequently stoked the libido and that regular sex could also help her body prepare and ease the birthing.
With a few new ideas on how to proceed, you consider your options.<<set $nns to true>><<else>>You already had a general idea of most of this from earlier, but it does still clarify some things.<</if>>
[[Contemplate your next move|Gravid Nymph Hub]]Putting on your most charming smile, you ask <<if visited("Nymph Befriend")>>Diane<<else>>the woman<</if>> if she'd like a massage. Looking at you with amusement, she slyly replies, "You know, if you wanted to touch, all you had to do was ask." Blushing, you start to protest, but she just laughs merrily and continues, "I was merely jesting. We don't really get swollen or sore, but I have been lying about more than I'd like, and far be it from me to spurn being pampered by an attractive young <<if $genF is true>>woman<<else>>man<</if>>." With that she pushes herself up to a sitting position and swings her legs towards you, saying, "Might as well start at the bottom and work your way up, no?" as she wiggles her toes at you. Sliding yourself closer, you pull her feet onto your lap and pick one up. Working it between your hands, you marvel at how smooth and dainty it is. After several minutes of massaging her feet, you start working your way up, first to her slender calves, and then further up to her thighs. It's at this point that it becomes completely impossible to ignore the fact that you have a clear, unobstructed view between her legs, although you try your best not to stare.
<<modlus 25>>\
Once you've thoroughly massaged both her legs, she gives you a knowing smile then turns around so her back is facing you and says, "You know, you're going to need to be better at handling these kinds of situations if you're going to play with Ly. He's certainly going to have things far more, 'challenging' than I waiting for you. If just seeing someone nude is enough to put you off-balance, his games will eat you alive." Kneading her shoulders and back, you retort by blaming her overwhelming beauty for your awkwardness, which elicits a laugh from her before she responds, "Well, at least you learn quickly." After massaging her shoulders and neck for a while longer, you think you've done about as thorough a job as your limited skill can manage, particularly with her belly to consider. Pulling away, you move back and ask her how she feels. Stretching luxuriantly, she turns to glance at you and answers, "Quite good, thank you. Not the most skilled hands to touch my body, but a little personal attention is always appreciated." Settling back in her bed of greenery, she gives you a small smile.
<<modnym 25>>
[[Return|Gravid Nymph Hub]]Reasoning that you might not ever be down here again, you decide to try taking a dip. Stripping off your clothing and laying it on an empty table, you step down into the amber-colored liquid, and slowly ease yourself into the pleasantly hot oil. Luxuriating for a while, you can feel some of the tension and fatigue drift away as your body soaks. Eventually, you start to feel slightly light-headed from the heat, and, reluctantly, you step out of the bath and towel off with some of the provided cloth.
As you dress, your skin feels slightly different to your touch, and you notice it does look somewhat lighter and smoother than before. Shrugging inwardly, you decide to continue on your way.
<<modfat -30>>
<<modlus 10>>
<<modfem 1>>
<<modSQ 1>>\
<<modtra 2>>\
[[Continue|Oil Spring]]!!@@.blue;Oil Spring@@
You are in a reasonably large rectangular room, the center of which is taken up entirely by a large pool of shimmery amber-colored liquid of some sort. Bubbles occasionally surface near the center of the oil, and the air feels heavy and tinged with a slightly acrid smell. Several low klinai are scattered about the perimeter of the pool, and a table near the door is piled high with linen cloths and polished bronze pitchers.
Moving to the edge of the pool, you lean down and dip a finger in to test, finding that the liquid is comfortably warm. Swirling it around a bit, from the feel, thickness, and the way it slides off surfaces, it seems to be an oil of some sort. Rubbing it between your fingers, it quickly saturates the skin, leaving it soft and smooth. As preposterous as it seems, the room appears to have been built around some sort of oil hot spring; you can only assume this to be a product of Lysandrim's beneficence.
<<if visited("Oil Bath") < 1>>[[Bathe|Oil Bath]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Ask how you can get the key") and $teo == false>>[[Take some oil to the clearing|Take oil to nymph]]<</if>>
[[(E)Leave|Deep Ritual Corridor 2]]This game has some optional features available if you wish.
Currently, the game has no artwork, but if you would like to add your own character portraits for your character and family members on their profile page, you can enable the option to do so here. If you enable portraits but do not add any, there will be a blank space at the top of each profile. This is a very rough implementation I did on the quick by request and will probably be refined in a future release.
<<if $portraits === false>><<linkreplace "Enable Portraits">>@@.yellow;Portraits have been enabled.@@<<set $portraits to true>><<script>>Engine.play("Option")<</script>><</linkreplace>><<else>><<linkreplace "Disable Portraits">>@@.yellow;Portraits have been disabled.@@<<set $portraits to false>><<script>>Engine.play("Option")<</script>><</linkreplace>><</if>>
This game has a simple guide system called ABCD available for your use. It will denote certain choices that will lead you down a certain route with an A, B, C or D. While the game is fairly fluid and probably does not "require" that choice for you to ultimately follow that path, it will certainly at least contribute to following that route. Also, the letters do stand for particular words, if you can discern their meaning it might give you a little insight into how the route is going to play out. Of course, if you wish, you may opt to not use the hint system if you prefer, and keep things a surprise.
<<if $abcd === false>><<linkreplace "Enable ABCD hints">>@@.yellow;Hints have been enabled.@@<<set $abcd to true>><<script>>Engine.play("Option")<</script>><</linkreplace>><<else>><<linkreplace "Disable ABCD hints">>@@.yellow;Hints have been disabled.@@<<set $abcd to false>><<script>>Engine.play("Option")<</script>><</linkreplace>><</if>>
These settings can be changed once in the game proper in the options menu.
[[Continue|Introduction]]<<if $portraits == false>><<linkreplace "Enable Portraits">>@@.yellow;Portraits have been enabled.@@<<set $portraits to true>><<script>>state.display(state.active.title, null, "back")<</script>><</linkreplace>><<else>><<linkreplace "Disable Portraits">>@@.yellow;Portraits have been disabled.@@<<set $portraits to false>><<script>>state.display(state.active.title, null, "back")<</script>><</linkreplace>><</if>>
<<if $abcd == false>><<linkreplace "Enable ABCD hints">>@@.yellow;Hints have been enabled.@@<<set $abcd to true>><<script>>state.display(state.active.title, null, "back")<</script>><</linkreplace>><<else>><<linkreplace "Disable ABCD hints">>@@.yellow;Hints have been disabled.@@<<set $abcd to false>><<script>>state.display(state.active.title, null, "back")<</script>><</linkreplace>><</if>>
[[Return|$return]]Stepping back into the dimly lit room, you glance around but your mother is nowhere to be seen, as expected. There really isn't much of interest other than the scrying orb, and its surface remains blank. You briefly consider trying to use it again, but it's not a toy, and the oracle is actually more a person than the physical objects they might choose to use as part of the process.
Plus, you probably don't want to do anything that might anger Lysandrim at this particular time, that could only end poorly. The disorienting room seems to hold little else in the way of interest, although you do walk around the dark perimeter of the room once to see if there are any doors obscured by the darkness. You find none, though now you know the room really isn't much bigger than it appears, it's just an illusion created by the dark curtains and scant lighting.
[[(S)Door to the corridor|North Corridor]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>> With much groaning and gasping and an endless stream of complaints, the portly little man belaboredly hauls himself to his ...hooves? Rubbing his head dramatically the creature squints up at you with beady eyes as he grumbles, "Oi, what kind of person just grabs a body and drags them across a cold stone floor with no warning, huh?" Raising an eyebrow, you question whether someone who hides when someone enters the room really has the right to complain about being discovered and ask why someone involved in this trial is hiding anyway.
The little man just looks at you blankly, "What trial? Do you mean the business ol' Golddick's been up to is some weird trial? All I heard was he was gettin' together a lot of folk for something and figured he was hosting another big party, and forgot to invite little ol' me. Again. So I just came sniffing around, but couldn't find hide nor hair of anyone, and well, all that searching worked up a mighty appetite so..." He glances over at the wheel of cheese that, when intact was likely almost as large as him, before continuing, "-but then I heard someone coming, and since there didn't seem to be no party I thought they might take exception to my having a nibble of yon' cheese so I just found a corner to squeeze into, s'all.
Well, that's not really what you were expecting, at all. Perhaps because he was looking for what was going on, the trial let him in, or is it because he's not human? Either way, it doesn't seem like he has anything to do with this, knows nothing, and also isn't a threat, so you should probably just move on. Turning to do just that, you're mildly surprised when the strange little man squawks, jumping in front of you and saying, "Whoa now, you can't just leave, I still don't know what's going on, and you haven't even introduced yourself."
Sighing, you summarize the trial for him, leaving out all the personal details, and quickly introduce yourself. The little man strokes his scruffy little beard in puzzlement, musing, "That's strange. Never heard of Golddick ever doing anything like this before, at all. Very strange. Can't even be for a laugh, cause he's not here, and more then half these rooms don't even have a statue of him." Something about that bothers you, so you ask what he meant by that last bit, and he glances up at you slyly.
Still stroking his beard, the portly pan explains, "Wha, you don't know? Inside their domain a god's statues are err, how 't put it, sort of the same as the god themself, like. So they can sorta see and hear what their statues do, mostly. Oh, my name's Akrágos, by the way." That's certainly interesting to know, makes you wonder if this Akrágos might know anything else that might help you deal with Lysandrim, so with some slight feelings of misgivings, you ask. His beady little eyes seem to twinkle slightly, and he beckons you over to a nearby door, "Oh I can do you one better, I've got something that should be pretty useful to someone in your shoes. I was gonna save this for a special occasion, but I could be convinced to part with it, for the right price."
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Female Version
*/<<else>>With much groaning and gasping and an endless stream of complaints, the portly little man belaboredly hauls himself to his ...hooves? Rubbing his head dramatically the creature squints up at you with beady eyes as he grumbles, "Oi, what kind of person just- oh well, hey there gorgeous, if you wanted a piece of 'ol Akrágos you just shoulda asked" Raising an eyebrow, you wonder at just how quickly the diminutive goat switched from feigned outrage to shameless flirting, and ask why someone involved in this trial is hiding in the first place.
The little man just looks at you blankly eyes immediately sliding down to your chest as he strokes his little beard and muses, "What trial? Do you mean the business ol' Golddick's been up to is some weird trial? All I heard was he was getting together a lot of folk for something and figured he was hosting another big party, and forgot to invite little ol' me. Again. So I just came sniffing around, but couldn't find hide nor hair of anyone, and well, all that searching worked up a mighty appetite so..." Akrágos glances over at the wheel of cheese that, when intact was likely almost as large as he is, before continuing, "-but then I heard someone coming, and since there didn't seem to be no party I thought they might take exception to my havin' a nibble of yon' cheese so I just found a corner to squeeze into, s'all.
Well, that's not really what you were expecting, at all. Perhaps because he was looking for what was going on, the trial let him in, or is it because he's not human? Either way, it doesn't seem like he has anything to do with this, knows nothing, and also isn't a threat, so you should probably just move on. Turning to do just that, you're mildly surprised when the strange little man squawks, jumping in front of you and saying, "Whoa now, you can't just leave, I still don't know what's going on, and you haven't even introduced yourself, beautiful."
Sighing, you summarize the trial for him, leaving out all the personal details, and quickly introduce yourself. Staring at your hips in puzzlement, he cocks his head, "That's strange. Never heard of Golddick ever doing anything like this before, at all. Very strange. Can't even be for a laugh, cause he's not here, and more than half these rooms don't even have a statue of him." Something about that bothers you, so you ask what he meant by that last bit, and Akrágos glances up at you slyly.
Still stroking his beard, the portly pan explains, "Wha, you don't know? Inside their domain a god's statues are err, how 't put it, sort of the same as the god themself, like. So they can sorta see and hear what their statues do, mostly." That's certainly interesting to know, makes you wonder if this Akrágos might know anything else that might help you deal with Lysandrim, so with some slight feelings of misgivings, you ask. His beady little eyes seem to twinkle slightly, and he beckons you over to a nearby door, "Oh I can do you one better, I've got something that should be pretty useful to someone in your shoes. I was gonna save it for a special occasion, but I could be 'convinced' to part with it."<</if>>
[[Next|Pan 2]]/*
Male Version
*/<<if $genF == false>>Stepping through the door, you find yourself in...another forest clearing. You blink a few times as your eyes adjust to the bright sunlight after spending so long in the dim flickering firelight of braziers. Looking around, it's apparent this isn't the same clearing. No oddly thick wall of foliage preventing egress or small stream cutting through it. Sadly, there also aren't any beautiful nymphs either.
Akrágos hurries over to a tree with an oddly low knot as you glance around. Would this count as escaping the temple? You could just leave, there's nothing to stop you this time, but you really have no idea where you are. It could take days, or even weeks to get back, or longer. You're not even entirely sure if you're in the same country...or world.
After that sobering thought, you turn to make sure the door you came through is still there, and are relieved to see it still standing at the edge of the glade, the dim confines of the kitchen just visible through it. Distracted by your thoughts, you're startled by a sudden, "Oi, you just gonna stand there gawkin' at nuthin' all day, or we doin' this deal?" Turning you see the rotund reveler standing there holding a large bottle of some sort of liquid expectantly.
Seeing he finally has your attention, Akrágos gives the bottle a dramatic swirl, saying, "This right here is a genu-wine bottle of Lysandrim's favorite refreshment. Ol' Golddick can never get enuff' of the stuff. Made from some golden grapes that only grow in one spot because the vine used to be some hot young slut who seduced some goddess's favorite boytoy or somethin'. Only ripen once every ten years, then the grapes get crushed under the delicate feet of some beautiful nymph, yada yada yada. Point is, bottles are vanishingly rare, and it tastes like liquid sex. So, of course, every virile god, demi-god, hero, and creature tries to get their grubby mitts on 'em. With a bottle of this in hand, well you could get almost anything ya wanted out of a certain god if you play it right."
If that's all true, it could certainly be helpful to have. Even if you never actually see Lysandrim, it would probably work equally well on a lot of things you might encounter in the type of trial he's set up. If it's true, of course, this creature doesn't exactly seem like the most upstanding honest dealer in the land, not to mention the question of how HE got his grubby mitts on something that exclusive. As if sensing your doubts, the little man holds up his hands and says, "Ask me no questions about how I acquired it, and I shall tell you no lies. Besides, if it's fake and you tell Golddick who you got it from, I'm fucked, and not in the fun way."
[[Next|Pan Trade]]
/*
Female Version
*/<<else>>Stepping through the door you find yourself in...another forest clearing. You blink a few times as your eyes adjust to the bright sunlight after spending so long in the dim flickering firelight of braziers. Looking around it's apparent this isn't the same clearing. No oddly thick wall of foliage preventing egress this time, or small stream cutting through it. There also aren't any beautiful nymphs either.
Akrágos hurries over to a tree with an oddly low knot as you glance around. Would this count as escaping the temple? You could just leave, there's nothing to stop you this time, but...you really have no idea where you are. It could take days, or even weeks to get back, or longer. You're not even entirely sure if you're in the same country...or world.
After that sobering thought, you turn to check on the door you came through and are relieved to see it still standing there at the edge of the glade, the dim confines of the kitchen just visible through it. Distracted by your thoughts, you're startled by a sudden, "Oi, you just gonna stand there gawkin' at nuthin' all day, or we doin' this?" Turning you see the rotund reveler standing there holding a large bottle of some sort of liquid expectantly.
Seeing he finally has your attention, Akrágos gives the bottle a dramatic swirl, saying, "This right here is a genu-wine bottle of Lysandrim's favorite refreshment. Ol' Golddick can never get enuff' of the stuff. Made from some golden grapes that only grow in one spot because the vine used to be some hot young slut who seduced some goddess's favorite boytoy or somethin'. Only ripen once every ten years, then the grapes get crushed under the delicate feet of some beautiful nymph, yada yada yada. Point is bottles are vanishingly rare, and it tastes like liquid sex. So, of course, every virile god, demi-god, hero, and creature tries to get their grubby mitts on 'em. With a bottle of this in hand, well you could get almost anything ya wanted out of a certain god if you play it right."
If that's all true, it could certainly be helpful to have. Even if you never actually see Lysandrim, it would probably work equally well on a lot of things you might encounter in the type of trial he's set up. If it's true, of course, this creature doesn't exactly seem like the most upstanding honest dealer in the land, not to mention the question of how HE got his grubby mitts on something that exclusive. As if sensing your doubts, the little man holds up his hands and says, "Ask me no questions about how I acquired it, and I shall tell you no lies. 'Sides, if it's fake and you tell Golddick who you got it from, I'm fucked, and not in the fun way."
[[Next|Pan Solicit]]<</if>>/*Non-corrupt choice*/<<if $cnD == 0>>Pulling out the small pink sprig of heather given to you by <<if visited("Nymph Befriend")>>the nymph<<else>>Diane<</if>> earlier, you consider it for a few moments. You're pretty sure the randy little goat would want to get his hands on a boon from a beautiful nymph, but is that the best call? Since you're in a forest and outside the temple, you could also use it yourself and ask for her help to resolve this, though you suppose the end result is the same either way.
[[Trade the boon|Pan Boon 2]]
[[Use the boon|Pan Dyrad 1]]<<else>>Pulling out the sprig of pink larkspur given to you by Ástoliá, you glance at its virulently vibrant star-shaped petals. You have absolutely no intention of giving it to the horny little bastard, but a round or two with the slutty nymph should be more than enough. You assume since you're in a forest she should have no problem getting here either.
[[Call Ástoliá|Pan Slut 1]]<</if>> You decide to offer him the femininity potion, pulling it out and showing off the round glass bottle of brown fluid. The scruffy goat cocks his head, taking the bottle and turning it over in his hands. Sniffing around the stopper, he muses, "Enhances femininity, you say...I do know a lot of gals that would kill to get their mitts on somethin' like that. Or fuck."
He seems intrigued; a tiny nudge would probably seal the deal, so leaning in conspiratorially, you inform him that the brew is supposedly potent enough to turn a man into a woman if they drank the whole thing. Akrágos' eyebrows shoot up as he glances at you slyly, "For real? Now ain't that a trick and a half...I know a few bastards who could use a reality check like that, but I gotta be careful, this is probably meant for humans...still, though, lotta things you could do with this 'n all." The little man is so engrossed in his thoughts you think he's forgotten you haven't actually made a trade yet.
You cough politely to bring him back to reality, chuckling at his surprised face. Abashedly, the little goat man stammers, "Oh uh y-yeah. I guess this will do, I mean, its no bottle of high-class booze but, with you being in such a jam with Golddick, I can take the hit." His facade would be far more convincing without the bright red face.
Nevertheless, you hold out a hand and he takes it, shaking it vigorously, "Alrighty, we got a deal! No take-backsies!" The little goat is whistling as he saunters back towards his presumed hidey-hole. As you turn to head back towards the door you hear him exclaim, "Oh ho ho, what to do, maybe I'll find some plain village girls and offer them a sip for some fun, I could get a lot of pussy out of this if I stretch it out like that. Or there's that asshole who cut in on my fun with that wasted nymph at that last party, I wonder how he'd feel if he woke up from his next hangover with a pair of tits and a cunt dripping with my spunk! Ha!"
Shaking your head and starting to regret what you've unleashed on the people of the world, you step through the open door and back into the temple kitchen.
<<set $hwb to true>>\
<<set $hfe to false>>\
[[Continue|Communal Kitchen]] You decide to offer him the bottle of nymph's milk, pulling it out and showing off the intricately detailed glass bottle. Akrágos takes it and looks it over, scratching his head as you explain what's inside. "Breastmilk from a Nymph? I mean, I'm intrigued, don't get me wrong, but is it really worth the same as a bottle of god-tier wine?"
You try to prop up your offer by explaining that she was pregnant with Lysandrim's kids, so it must contain a pretty potent blessing if it's going to nourish demi-gods sired by the deity of fertility. <<if visited("Nymph Blessing M")>>Having sampled some yourself, you inform him that your manhood grew a few inches bigger after drinking some and hint that it boosted your virility and stamina as well.<<else>>You suggest that it'll surely boost his virility and stamina, and maybe even make his manhood bigger.<</if>> You can tell your sales pitch is having an effect; the little pot-bellied deviant is stroking his beard thoughtfully, and the hint of a grin is starting to peek through.
"Well...it is probably a once-in-a-lifetime chance, and I'm gettin' a good vibe; besides, I've always wondered what a woman's milk tastes like, and if you're giving it to me straight, this must be top-shelf stuff to boot..." He reaches out a hand for you to shake, "Alrighty, you've got yourself a deal buddy!" Shaking on it, Akrágos hands over the bottle of wine and immediately uncorks the bottle you handed him, chugging it down. As you start walking back towards the door, you hear him exclaim, "Holy shit, it worked! Need to go find that dryad that mocked me earlier and said to come back when I grew a few inches. Gonna make that bitch eat her words, and then my cock! Ha!"
Shaking your head and starting to regret what you've unleashed on the women of the world, you step through the open door and back into the temple kitchen.
<<set $hwb to true>>\
<<set $hnm to false>>\
[[Continue|Communal Kitchen]] You decide to offer him the stamina-restoring potion, pulling it out and showing off the oddly-shaped triangular glass bottle. The little man strokes his beard, taking the bottle and turning it over in his hands. Peering through the light blue liquid, he says, "Restores your stamina, huh? Useful thing to have, no doubt about that, but equal to top shelf booze like this? Hmmmm."
Clearly you'll need to do some up-selling of your offer, and given the lecherous attitude Akrágos has shown so far, you know exactly how to do so. Leaning down low, in a conspiratorial whisper, you point out that it's a stamina potion brewed in Lysandrim's primary temple to get you through the god of sex's trial, giving the goat-man an exaggerated wink. You can see the gears turning in his tiny brain as all the scenarios such a thing could be used for start playing out in his balding head.
An unsettling grin starts spreading across his face, "Yeah...yeah...hey, uh, so how much do I gotta drink for it to, uh, 'work'?" Shrugging, you tell him you can't really say without drinking it yourself and advise sipping it slowly until he achieves the deisred 'result'. Stroking his beard some more, you can see him talking himself into it.
Sure enough, he reaches out a hand for you to shake, "Alrighty, you've got yourself a deal buddy!" Shaking on it, Akrágos hands over the bottle of wine, and grabs the bottle you handed him, turning around and trotting back to some sort of hidey hole to stash it away. As you start walking back towards the door you hear him exclaim, "Hehehe! Can't wait to try this stuff out; once I get my hands on a nice bitch I'll fuck her brains out until she can't walk! If I play my cards right, I could even have a hell of a threesome on my hands..."
Shaking your head and starting to regret what you've unleashed on the women of the world, you step through the open door and back into the temple kitchen.
<<set $hwb to true>>\
<<set $hte to false>>\
[[Continue|Communal Kitchen]] Supposing you do want this dubious bottle of murky provenance, the question becomes, how do you get it from the little man? You're not exactly swimming in drachmae if he even cares about coin; perhaps you've picked something up that will interest him. You could also just grab it and walk away, he's only a quarter of your size, but that might not be wise, he may be small, but it's hard to say how a non-human might get back at you for such a brazen wrong.
Before pondering any further, you ask Akrágos if there's anything in particular he wants for such a high-quality item. He strokes his little beard and gives you a sly look, "Welllll, if you've got a hot woman I could spend a few days of 'quality time' with, I'd be sorely tempted. Got a girlfriend you're getting bored of? Slutty sister, maybe? I'm not choosy so long as she ain't got a face like half-melted cheese." He scratches his groin while giving you a lecherous wink.
You'd say you're surprised by his crass suggestion, but that would be the biggest lie you've ever told in your life. You're not letting this thing near Korinna if it's the last thing you do, Charis...tempting, but she'd never agree; your mother might go along with it to help you, but the thought turns your stomach. You don't have a girlfriend per se either, even if you were inclined to hand over someone you care about to this degenerate, so it looks like you'll have to come up with a different offer for him.
<<if $hfe == true>>[[Offer the femininity potion|Pan Fem Potion]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: missing neccesary item//''<</if>>
<<if $hte is true>>[[Offer the stamina potion|Pan Sta Potion]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: missing neccesary item//''<</if>>
<<if $hnm is true>>[[Offer the bottle of nymph milk|Pan Milk]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: missing neccesary item//''<</if>>
<<if $hnf == true>>[[Offer the dryad's boon|Pan Boon 1]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: missing neccesary item//''<</if>>!!@@.blue;Pantry@@
It takes your eyes a few moments to adjust to the dim lighting of this room, filled to the brim with crates, pots, baskets, shelves, sacks, racks, and barrels laden with food. A decent-sized room, dried herbs and cuts of cured meat hang from the ceiling and walls. Two braziers barely stoked provide an absolute minimum amount of light.
A quick nose around the room reveals nothing of interest unless you want an apple or some smoked meat. Nothing that seems related to the trial. Identical plain wooden doors rest in each wall but the western one, but the eastern one is completely immobile, no matter how hard you try to open it.
<<if visited("Main Corridor 3")>>[[(N)Door to the corridor|Main Corridor 3]]<<else>>[[(N)Plain door|Main Corridor 3]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Servant Storage")>>[[(S)Door to storeroom|Servant Storage]]<<else>>[[(S)Plain door|Servant Storage]]<</if>>Curiosity piqued, you stoop down and fish out a somewhat bedraggled piece of parchment that had slipped down next to a stove. A kitchen is hardly the place to find something as valuable as parchment, but it quickly becomes clear why it was here on closer inspection. One side holds a few scribbled words, most of which are scratched out rather aggressively, but on the other is what looks like a crude map of this floor of the temple marked out in charcoal. You'd guess this was probably thrown out, then rescued by one of the servants or laborers who repurposed it as a map, then lost it. Taking a few minutes to study it, you think you've gained a rough understanding of the layout of this floor, although none of the rooms are labeled. This should certainly help you get around this floor at least.
<<set $fm1 to true>>
[[Return|Private Kitchen]]Clawing your way back to consciousness, you reluctantly pry your eyes open and push your sore body up to a sitting position, groaning when the sudden movement causes your pounding brain to smack up against your skull. Groggily trying to sort out what happened and where you are, you recall the party and all the wine you drank, to your chagrin; should have stopped after the first cup, maybe the second. Cursing everyone who kept refilling your skyphos and yourself for not just saying no, you glance around at the now-empty room; the only signs that the party actually happened are some empty platters and jugs still laying about.
Glancing down, you realize two things; first, you were lying on top of one of the tables while passed out for some reason, and second, you're completely naked, with your lower body coated in the dried residue of sex fluids. <<if $genF == true>>That explains the slight soreness and the faint sensation of fullness in your vagina. Trying to push the thought that you apparently had sex with an unknown number of faceless satyrs that you have no memory of from your mind, you silently acknowledge that maybe there's a grain of truth to the belief that drinking akraton can cause madness or death, at least in large quantities.
<<if $vcd == 0>>@@.red;You have lost your virginity.@@<<set $pluck to "an unknown satyr">><</if>>
<<if $preg == false>><<impreg 50 "an unknown satyr">><</if>><<else>>That explains the slight soreness and faint fatigue of exertion. Presumably, you had sex with those two nymphs who were hanging off you, you hope, though you never even learned their names; you suppose you have to acknowledge that maybe there's a grain of truth to the belief that drinking akraton can cause madness or death, at least in large quantities.<</if>>
Sliding off the table, you search around for your clothes, finally finding them halfway across the room underneath a bench. Sliding them on, everything seems to be intact, if a bit rumpled. Glancing around, you suppose you need to get moving; there's no point lingering here, though you're so hungover you just want to curl up in a dark corner and not move for like, a week.
<<modfat 25>>
<<modlus 25>>
<<modlew 5>>
<<modsex 1>>\
<<modvag 2>>\
[[Continue|Priest's Cafeteria]]You're not entirely certain why, but the raucous beat of the music calls to something in you, and you find yourself <<if visited("Satyr Party 2") is 1>>letting the nymph pull you over to the dancers<<else>>moving towards the throng of dancers<</if>>. You're immediately caught up in the current of moving bodies, forced to move along with them, or risk being bowled over and crushed underfoot as they careen wildly about in the limited space. At first, it's all you can do just to keep up, but you gradually adapt, dancing along awkwardly at first, then with increasing confidence as you realize everyone's just dancing as they please with no set steps or rules, moving their bodies about passionately.
Just as you feel like you've fallen into synch with the tempo of things, <<if $genF == false>>the nymph from earlier<<else>>one of the satyroi<</if>> appears in front of you, grabbing your hand and spinning you around merrily. As you dance with this new partner, a feeling of warmth beyond just the heat of exertion begins spreading through you. Losing yourself in the flow of things, warmth suffuses every corner of your being as you twirl and dance, both by yourself and with an ever-changing string of partners as the music plays on and on.
You have no idea how much time passes like this, but eventually, a tiny voice in the back of your mind starts murmuring a warning, and you pull yourself out of whatever trance or spell had taken hold of you and lurch out of the crowd. Panting heavily, though you don't feel particularly winded, you wipe the sweat from your brow and shake your head to clear it of the last fragments of that frenzied mood that had grasped you. Turning your back on the dancers, you step away, a little perturbed at how easily you got caught up in things.
<<modfat 25>>
<<moddiv 1>>\
[[Next|Party Hub]]The instant you think just one drink is fine <<if visited("Satyr Party 2") is 1>>you find the nymph has dragged you over to the nearest krater<<else>>you find yourself standing in front of a krater<</if>>, and a young pug-nosed man is offering you a kylix he's just filled full of dark red wine. Accepting the bowl with a nod, you take a somewhat hesitant sip, noting the distinctly sweet smell emanating from it. Not surprisingly, the wine itself is also quite sweet, and you suspect from the rich aroma and strong flavor that it hasn't been cut with water.
Unlike other nearby regions, drinking akraton isn't entirely unknown to you since it's occasionally served for certain rituals and festivals in the village, though usually in small portions. But here you've just been handed a kylix full of the stuff, and everyone around you appears to be casually chugging it with wild abandon. Taking another sip, you must admit, it is very good wine, the sweetness offsets the strong flavor of alcohol, and you wonder where it originated from.
Pondering these things, you hardly notice how much you've actually drunk until your bowl is empty. Blinking in surprise, you barely have time to open your mouth before another pug-nosed youth dances over and instantly refills your bowl from the jug they carry. You hadn't intended to have another drink, but it would be rude to let such good wine go to waste, wouldn't it?
<<modfat -10>>
[[Just one more is fine|Party Drink 2]]
[[You've had enough to drink|Party Hub]]Taking a gulp of your newly refreshed drink, you savor just how good it really is and wonder how they made it this sweet. Did they add something while brewing it, or is there just a variety of grape that much sweeter than the rest? Either way, the wine goes down so smoothly and pleasantly that it's hard to stop yourself from just pouring the whole skyphos down your throat in one go.
While pondering whether or not it might be //too// smooth for casual drinking like this, you hear a voice say, "Lysandrim does have a knack for getting his hands on the really good stuff, as you've clearly discovered." Turning your head, you see <<if $genF == false>>the two nymphs from before<<else>>two of the assinine men<</if>> have sidled up next to you and clasped your shoulders familiarly, both bearing wide grins. Taken by surprise by their sudden appearance, you stammer out a vague affirmation, your tipsy brain trying to sort out what their arrival could mean.
Before you can come to a decision, however, you're distracted by the cheerful chatter of your companions, who talk with great mirth about all the things they've seen and done whenever Lysandrim has thrown one of his lavish parties. Laughing and joking along with the pair, you only realize your cup is once again empty when one of the two snags a jug from a passing youth and refill your skyphos for you before you can react. You're not sure drinking more is a great idea, but you're only a little tipsy, you're sure just //one// more drink couldn't hurt, and it would be impolite to snub your new friends, right?
<<modfat 25>>
[[Alright, but just one more|Party Drink 3]]
[[No, put down the cup and get back to the rest of the party|Party Hub]]Brandishing the skyphos in gratitude, you lurch clumsily and almost spill some. Giggling at yourself, you take a quaff from your newly refreshed cup and lean against your new friends, confessing how glad you are to find such good company in the midst of this crazy trial. Laughing merrily, the pair of <<if $genF == false>>nymphs<<else>>satyrs<</if>> assures you that you're always in good company at a feast held by Lysandrim.
Taking another swig of wine, you get a bit teary as you recount everything that's happened to you in this trial. That's not even getting into the fall; you've no clue how that even happened since you weren't walking that close to the edge, you think. Mulling it over in your head, all you can recall is a loud crack, and then falling; but then, just before the cracking sound, you remember a glimmer of light from the corner of your eye that you'd thought was merely the sea gleaming in the sun, but you were pretty far away from the coast...
Distracted from your contemplations when one of the <<if $genF == false>>nymphs<<else>>satyrs<</if>> starts telling a funny story, you hardly notice how much time passes, or how many times your skyphos is refilled. Everything starts to turn into a blur of faces and shapes and sensations, until finally, after some <<if $genF == true and $vcd == 0>>discomfort followed by <</if>>pleasureable feelings, you black out.
<<modfat 50>>
[[Next|Party Aftermath]]Deciding this looks like nothing more than a huge distraction, or even maybe a trap, you worm your way out of the two ladies grasp, turn around sharply, and head directly for the door you entered through. Just before you reach it, however, two pairs of hands grab at your shoulders, trying to hold you back as the two nymphs cry out in unison, "Wait! You're the guest of honor, don't just leave, stay a while, and have some fun!" They're not really trying to restrain you, so you could shake them off and leave easily enough...unless you're having second thoughts?
[[Maybe just one drink wouldn't hurt...|Party Hub]]
[[Leave|Temple Commons]]Once you start thinking about it, you realize that you are kinda hungry, and you'll probably need your strength for the challenges ahead, so you <<if visited("Satyr Party 2") is 1>>pull away from the nymphs and<</if>> turn to the nearest table. The scents of a plethora of dishes, both familiar and foreign greet your approach, and you feel your eyebrows rise as you look over the decadent spread of platters and bowls. From what you've heard from visitors and those who've traveled abroad, your region's cuisine is considered too rich and often spoken of with humor or even contempt, but the table before you could put even the most lavish festival spread you've seen to shame.
You barely recognize half of the dishes on display, but familiar plates of roasted fish and fowl, dining staples such as loaves of bread to scoop up food and wipe your fingers on, and bowls of figs and grapes greet you alongside the more exotic fare. You hardly know where to start, but your fellow revelers seem to have no such problems, stuffing their faces with handfuls of meat and fruit and drinking soup straight from the bowl. Every time something starts to run out, a small horse-tailed boy appears balancing a replacement on their shoulder or head and dances away with the empty dish.
The nymph from before who suggested you try some refreshments comes up and excitedly says, "Oooh, you should try some eel, or perhaps some of this honeycake, everything is delicious since Lysandrim provided one of his own chefs and the ingredients as well. There are even some things from faraway lands, like that drink over there." She points at a skyphos full of a frothy brown liquid, and continues, "I think I heard someone say the chef called it...cacao? Anyway, there's also those odd bread things from Persís filled with sweet fruits and other things, they're fantastic." She gestures at a platter of what indeed appears to be tiny loaves of bread of some kind, with fragments of nuts and honey drizzled on top.
There's almost too much choice, and everything smells divine, but you can't linger here forever, so you need to decide.
[[Stick to what you know|Greek Snack]]
[[Just the smell of that cacao stuff is waking you up, maybe you should try it?|Cup of Cacao]]
<<abcd "(C)">>[[Those small bread things do look good...|Persian Pastries]]Standing in the midst of the tumultuous crowd, you have to marvel at all the energy everyone's putting out and wonder how they have the stamina to keep going non-stop like this. Then again, they're not human, so that might explain it, or maybe Lysandrim's done something to keep the party going until it's served its purpose. Either way, it shows no signs of stopping anytime soon.
There's probably no end to what you could get up to here, but the main draws seem to be the food, drink, and music. You have to admit, the smells wafting over from the tables are divine, although the pungent aroma of uncut wine accompanies them all. Then there's the small space they've cleared for dancing, where a crowd whirls about with wild abandon, though you find there' something almost mesmerizing about their movements.
Whether or not it's just one big distraction, or there's some other purpose to the festivities, is difficult to say, but it seems you can leave when you like, and there doesn't seem to be any overt risk to staying a while.
<<if $abcd == true>><<actions [[Grab a drink|Party Drink]] [[Try some food|Party Food]] [[(D)Dancing sounds perfect, actually|Party Dance]] [[Head for the door|Party Exit]]>><<else>><<actions [[Grab a drink|Party Drink]] [[Try some food|Party Food]] [[Dancing sounds perfect, actually|Party Dance]] [[Head for the door|Party Exit]]>><</if>>
<<if visited("Party Exit")>>[[Leave for real|Temple Commons]]<</if>><<if tags().includes("alter")>><<alter>><</if>>
<<if $outfit is 1 and tags().includes("room")>><<modlus 0>><<elseif $outfit is 2 and tags().includes("room")>><<modlus 2>><<elseif tags().includes("room")>><<modlus 1>><</if>>
<<if tags().includes("birth")>><<set $father to "none">><</if>><<if $fem >= 5 and tags().includes("room") and $genF == false>><<goto "Feminization">><</if>>\
\
<<if $hairL is 0 and $hairS > 0>><<goto "Shaved Hair">><</if>>\
<<if $hairL < 4 and $hairS is 2>><<goto "Freed Hair">><</if>>\
<<if $hairL < 12 and $hairS is 3>><<goto "Freed Hair">><</if>>\
<<if $hairL < 12 and $hairS is 4>><<goto "Freed Hair">><</if>>\
<<if $hairL < 12 and $hairS is 5>><<goto "Freed Hair">><</if>>\<<if not tags(passage()).includes("noreturn")>><<set $return=passage()>><<endif>>
<<if not tags(passage()).includes("nomap") and $mapoff == false>><<removeclass "#map-element, #title-element" "stowed">><</if>>
<<if tags(passage()).includes("nomap") and $mapoff == false>><<addclass "#map-element, #title-element" "stowed">><</if>>Intrigued by these small bread things, you take one from the platter and bite into it. You almost gasp when the explosion of flavors hits your tongue as soon as you get past the thin flaky crust, thick slices of fruit coated in a syrup that holds sweetness beyond anything you've ever tasted. You haven't had them before, but you think this mild and fleshy fruit must be apples; baking them has turned their crispness into soft warmth, with the nuts on top adding some nice texture.
Devouring the rest while barely taking the time to chew, you grab a second and stuff it into your face, unable to stop yourself from having more of this incredibly delicious treat. You're not sure what the syrup's made from, assumedly honey is part of it, but there are also little brown flecks of something floating in it, and the sweetness has a sort of high clear note to it beyond any honey you've ever had. Finishing the second, you wonder how these are made, hardly even noticing you've already taken another.
Before too long, you reach over to the platter, only to realize it's empty, and you've eaten every single one of the fruity desserts. Shocked, you stare at the platter for several seconds trying to make sense of it, but there's no denying the feeling of uncomfortable fullness in your stomach. Shaking your head in bewilderment, you turn your bloated body away from the table, no way in heck you could eat another bite, even if you wanted to.
<<modfat -10>>
<<modcor 1>>\
<<modBS 1>>\
[[Next|Party Hub]]!!@@.blue;Ward Playroom@@
You find yourself in a colorful, brightly lit room with simple wooden doors in the South and East walls. Simple, well-worn carpets and tapestries cover the floor and walls, their colors faded and obscured by time and innumerable stains. The rest of the room is filled with a wide variety of toys of all shapes and sizes, hardly leaving room to walk without stumbling over a doll or a ball.
Looking around, you don't recognize the room at all, though that's not surprising, you didn't like being in the temple in the first place, so you would have preferred to play outside or at home. It's clearly being used as some sort of room for children to play in, so you doubt there's anything relevant to the trial here, though you do a quick scan for anything out of place anyway. Unless Lysandrim has decided to hide something in a bag of knucklebones or the body of a doll missing one eye though, you don't see anything out of the ordinary.
[[(S)Door to corridor|Main Corridor 1]]
<<if visited("Kid's Classroom")>>[[(E)Door to classroom|Kid's Classroom]]<<else>>[[(E)Plain wooden door|Kid's Classroom]]<</if>>You're in the same room where you met Korinna. It's a good-sized room filled with an odd assortment of furniture, along with a fairly large bed towards the center of the room and several tables covered in a variety of jars and implements. Lining the walls are wooden frame constructs in a bizarre array of shapes and sizes; supposedly they're similar to things used in some rituals or ceremonies and are used to practice.
Korinna is nowhere to be found, of course, and the room does not hold much of interest.
[[(E)Door to corridor|North Corridor]]@@.red;ALPHA WARNING:@@ At this time the game is in alpha and still incomplete. It is also entirely possible you may find yourself in a dead-end at some point. Currently, there is one "false/early" ending in the game, but standard play should end at the second floor which will inform you that it is the end of the current content. If you find yourself trapped in a passage before that point that obviously is not supposed to end the game, it is either a bug or an oversight on my part, please report it to me.
This game uses a few features that you should know about before proceeding. Please read through this at least the first time to get the most out of your play experience.
First, this game has hidden options. Some passages will have links hidden in the body of the text that will be indistinguishable from normal text unless you click on them directly. They are intended to reward paying attention and thinking things through. For example, if a character lies to you, and you know or deduce so, either through prior knowledge or critical thinking, you may be able to click on the lie and be taken to a different passage where your character catches the lie. These hidden options will be rare, and will always be beneficial. Although you might still prefer the non-hidden options if you want your character to fail an encounter for a particular reason. In this alpha release there is currently ONE hidden option to help you out of a sticky situation.
Second, there are two kinds of points you can recieve from some choices, these will affect which general route you will end up following after the halfway point of the game. The only way to track these points is subtle changes to your appearance to reflect which one is currently higher. If you use the hint system available on the options page after this, any choice that leads to increasing these points will be marked (C) or (D), and as a rule of thumb, more extreme or impressive options will give more points.
Third, as this is a Twine game, hitting your browser's back button, or the back arrow button at the top of the game's sidebar will UNDO your last choice completely, like it never happened. It is basically a rewind button.
[[Continue|Option]]!!@@.blue;Communal Bath@@
Entering the bathing area, you are enveloped in the pleasantly warm, moist air; and the scent of soap mixed with lavender and a melange of other fragrances wafts around you. There are three distinct baths here, a very large pool taking up the lion's share of the room, with two smaller ones off to one side. One of the smaller pools bubbles and steams energetically, and you assume it's a hot spring. Large slots high up in the northern wall emit a constant stream of warm water, which falls into shallow channels that direct it into the largest pool.
Buckets and large ewers are strewn about the edges of the baths, and there are several raised marble slabs large enough for a person to recline on situated along the east wall. You spy a small door set in the west wall, but upon closer inspection, it is tightly sealed and does not even budge under your touch. A doorway to the south leads back into the changing room.
[[Leave|Dressing Room]]!!@@.blue;Priest's Cafeteria@@
A moderately sized room, tables of all shapes and sizes are scattered about, leading you to assume this to be a dining hall of some sort. There are two doorways in the north wall, and at a glance, the left one appears to lead to a large kitchen from which wafts strong smells of food cooking, and the other to a room filled with shelves, tables, and baskets, which smells faintly of soap and water. To the east is a doorway that leads to an empty hallway with doors lining each side. The doors to the south lead back to the common area.
<<if visited("Dressing Room")>>[[(NE)Doorway to dressing room|Dressing Room]]<<else>>[[(NE)Doorway to room with shelves|Dressing Room]]<</if>>
[[(NW)Doorway to kitchen|Priest's Kitchen]]
<<if visited("Priest's Quarters")>>[[(E)Doorway to sleeping quarters|Priest's Quarters]]<<else>>[[(E)Doorway to hallway with doors|Priest's Quarters]]<</if>>
[[(S)Doors to the common area|Temple Commons]]!!@@.blue;Priest's Cafeteria Kitchen@@
The smell of cooked food lingers heavily here, and hanging bundles of dried and fresh herbs add their scents as well. A row of clay ovens along one wall radiate warmth throughout the room, despite not appearing to be lit currently. One thing that catches your eye is a complete lack of edged or sharp utensils of any sort. There is a door in the north-west corner of the room, but it does not move at your touch, not even the slight shift you would expect if it was simply latched on the other side, but remains completely motionless no matter how much force or weight you apply. Given its location in a kitchen, you presume it leads to some sort of servent's exit.
[[Leave|Priest's Cafeteria]]!!@@.blue;Priest's Quarters@@
You find yourself in a long hallway lined with doors on each side at short intervals, lit by small hanging braziers. Each door has a different carved picture upon it, most of them featuring Lysandrim in a famous scene associated with him. Peeking inside a few, they seem to be small private chambers, with beds and some simple furniture and personal effects. At a guess, it would appear these are the quarters for the priests and priestess' who live at the temple. You glance inside each door to be sure, but all of them are similar.
[[Leave|Priest's Cafeteria]]!!@@.blue;Private Baths@@
You are in a large square room, lit by a clear but soft white light that you cannot determine the source of. Swirling banks of mist and steam obscure parts of the room, but you can still make out most of it. Several large pools of water of various sizes and shapes are scattered around the room, some partially obscured by low marble walls or decorative shrubbery. Patches of earth scattered about support a variety of plants, including flower beds which give the air a pleasant floral touch.
Towards the back of the room, one of the largest pools is fed by a waterfall emerging from a gap high up in the wall and flanked around its edge by a species of tree you don't recognize, whose large frond-like leaves sway in the air stirred up by the waterfall. Stools and large vessels for holding water are scattered throughout the room, and near the door are several tables, some empty, some holding piles of linen towels, some with bowels holding soaps and pots of oil or scented water.
[[(E)Leave|Deep Ritual Corridor 3]]!!@@.blue;Senior Priestess Quarters@@
You find yourself in a small corridor, lit by a single large mirrored brazier at the opposite end of the hall. Wooden doors line each wall, each adorned with a bronze symbol. Peering into the first few, they appear to be personal quarters, and given the privacy and quality of the furnishings, these are probably the senior priestess' private quarters. The last door on your left stands slightly apart, having noticeably more space between it and the next door than the others. It bears a simple polished bronze circle set at eye level.
[[(N)Door back to the corridor|Deep Ritual Corridor 3]]
<<if visited("Lamiai 1") or $tri > 1>>[[(E)Door to private bedroom|Kalene's Quarters]]<<else>>[[(E)Door with circle|Lamiai 1]]<</if>>!!@@.blue;Private Kitchen@@
You are in a fairly small room, sufficiently lit by braziers standing in each corner, as well as hanging from the ceiling. Faint food smells fill the room, and this is obviously some sort of small kitchen and dining room. A few round tables with stools take up most of the room, with some high tables, a couple of stone ovens, and an open hearth fire taking up one corner. Numerous sacks, crates, and barrels presumably containing food occupy another, and there are also wooden shelves and racks holding small bottles and cooking utensils. Strangely, there do not appear to be any knives or sharp utensils of any sort that you can find, just empty spaces they should presumably occupy.
One interesting thing of note is that there is a recess carved out of the back wall, near the ovens. Upon closer examination, you find that the recess is the bottom of a shaft, extending far up into blackness, although you think you see a tiny glimmer at what might be the top. Most likely, servants use it to lower supplies by rope from the surface. The thought of waiting for the next delivery and trying to climb the rope crosses your mind, but you have no idea when that will be, and if anything went wrong, falling any height through that cramped solid rock shaft would probably put an end to your chances of making it through your trial. Or your life.
<<if visited("Ask if there's anything she'd like to eat") and $agc == false>>[[Look for some cheese|Give Nymph the Cheese]]<</if>>\
[[(E)Leave|Deep Ritual Corridor 3]]"Just a question?" The woman almost seems disappointed but continues, "I suppose that would be fine. Very well, I will answer one question you ask, truthfully, and to the best of my knowledge. Although, I'm not sure I know much that would be of use to you." She cocks her head and looks at you inquisitively before asking, "So, what will your question be?"
<<if $abcd == true>>**(B)**<<endif>>[[Ask her who she is|Nymph Befriend]]
[[Ask her how you can get the key from her|Nymph Solution]]
[[Ask her what lies ahead in your trial|Nymph Chagrin]]
<<if $hfe == true and $hte == true>>[[Ask if she knows what your potions are|Nymph Identify]]<<elseif $hfe == true or $hte == true>>[[Ask if she knows what your potion is|Nymph Identify]]<</if>>!!@@.blue;Novice Recreation Room@@
You find yourself in a modestly-sized room by temple standards, with simple wooden doors in the North and East walls. Klinai and low tables surrounded by cushions fill the room, but they all look worn and battered compared to what you've seen so far. Not falling apart by any means, but most of it has seen better days.
The tables are covered with a wide array of seemingly random objects. A few beaten-up Petteia boards, pairs of distaves and spindles with accompanying baskets of finished or partially finished thread, several sets of knucklebones, a doll or two, chipped jars and bowls both empty and containing various powders and creams, and more besides. This is clearly a space well-used by young women, perhaps some sort of leisure or recreation room.
[[(N)Door to corridor|Main Corridor 1]]
<<if visited("Novice Classroom")>>[[(E)Door to classroom|Novice Classroom]]<<else>>[[(E)Plain wooden door|Novice Classroom]]<</if>>The woman seems genuinely startled when you thank her for the offer but tell her you'd rather keep your old clothes. She stares at you for several long moments, seemingly at a loss for words, before managing to collect herself and stammer out, "A-are you sure? They've been made especially for you, and you'll probably not see their like again." You repeat that you'd prefer to keep your current clothing, and thank her once more. From the corner of your eye, you notice that the other two sisters have stopped their work to stare at you as well. Slightly uncomfortable now, you turn to leave, and as you walk towards the door, you think you can hear the three women whispering intently to one another.
[[Leave|Meeting Corridor]]Breaking into guffaws of laughter, the sphinx manages to gasp out, "Really? That's your answer? Not even close! I can't believe anyone would think THAT was the correct answer, It's almost like-" Stopping suddenly mid-sentence, the Sphinx looks at you with an expression of great sorrow and remorse, "I'm SO sorry, if I'd known ahead of time that you'd been dropped on your head as a child, I would have prepared more appropriate riddles for someone of your diminished intellect." Glaring at the sphinx as she breaks out into a fresh peal of laughter, you wait for her to regain her composure, which takes some time.
<<modlus 5>>
Eventually, though, the laughter trails off into snickers and then ends entirely as she exhales with a contented sigh. Looking very pleased with herself, the sphinx leans down and starts grooming one of her paws for several seconds before glancing up, pretending to be surprised to see you as she says, "Oh, I had assumed you'd left in shame at your own lack of wits. I suppose that means you want to give it another shot? Very well, although you should probably just give up if this one's giving you trouble." She pauses, looking at you for several moments before blinking and saying, "Oh, did you need me to repeat it? So sorry, I should have anticipated your lack of memory given your...condition."
"Some call me cold and uncaring, but my children are as innumerable as the stars. I am praised by men one day, but cursed in equal measure the next. What am I?"
[[A queen?|Riddle 1 Fail 2]]
[[A tree?|Riddle 1 Fail 2]]
[[The ocean?|Riddle 1 Pass]]
[[The sky?|Riddle 1 Fail 2]]
[[A god?|Riddle 1 Fail 2]]Looking at you with an expression of pity, the sphinx loudly proclaims, "Wrong!" Then, with a sad shake of her head, laments to herself, "Perhaps I really should have dumbed them down a bit, this one was supposed to be the easy one to boost their confidence before I crushed it. I assumed the first mistake was just carelessness, but twice in a row?" Trying not to rise to the bait, you wait for her to finish carrying on, which takes a while.
<<modlus 5>>
Eventually realizing you're not going to react, she gives one last shake of her head and tsks, before saying, "Well, perhaps the third time's the charm? I suppose you'll want me to repeat myself. Again." Clearing her throat, she repeats the riddle once more.
"Some call me cold and uncaring, but my children are as innumerable as the stars. I am praised by men one day, but cursed in equal measure the next. What am I?"
[[A queen?|Riddle 1 Fail 3]]
[[A tree?|Riddle 1 Fail 3]]
[[The ocean?|Riddle 1 Pass]]
[[The sky?|Riddle 1 Fail 3]]
[[A god?|Riddle 1 Fail 3]]Looking bored, the sphinx resignedly says, "Wrong again." Examining the claws of one paw, she absently says, "Really wasn't expecting this to take this long. You should try to give this some more thought before we're both stuck here all day." Yawning widely, she stretches like a cat before settling back in and repeating the riddle once again.
<<modlus 5>>\
"Some call me cold and uncaring, but my children are as innumerable as the stars. I am praised by men one day, but cursed in equal measure the next. What am I?"
[[A queen?|Riddle 1 Fail 3]]
[[A tree?|Riddle 1 Fail 3]]
[[The ocean?|Riddle 1 Pass]]
[[The sky?|Riddle 1 Fail 3]]
[[A god?|Riddle 1 Fail 3]]<<if visited("Riddle 1 Fail 3")>>With a relieved sigh, the sphinx says, "Finally! I thought I'd be stuck here all day while you flailed about. I'd advise you to sharpen your wits. because it only gets harder from here."<<elseif visited("Riddle 1 Fail 2")>>With a chuckle, the sphinx says, "It's about time, I was starting to get worried that solving it at all might be a problem for you. You had better pull yourself together because it only gets harder from here."<<elseif visited("Riddle 1 Fail")>>With a broad smile, the sphinx adopts an overly cheerful tone and says, "There you go! I knew you had it in you, and despite your tragic condition to boot! Just goes to show, perseverance in the face of hardship always pays off. And you'll need that perseverance because things aren't going to get easier."<<else>>With a wide grin, the sphinx purrs, "Ah, so you do have some wits about you. That's good, you'll need them because the next one isn't any easier."<</if>> With that, the sphinx shifts up to a sitting position and looks down at you while she recites the next riddle.
"Countless men follow me, but few stay by my side for long. Generals of great armies and merchant princes sing my praises, but the most humble of men use me without a thought. What am I?"
[[A flag?|Riddle 2 Fail]]
[[A road?|Riddle 2 Pass]]
[[A horse?|Riddle 2 Fail]]
[[A king?|Riddle 2 Fail]]
[[A temple?|Riddle 2 Fail]]Rolling her eyes in exasperation, the sphinx loudly declares, "Not even close. Are you even trying?<<if visited("Riddle 1 Fail")>> Or...do you actually //like// being mocked?<</if>>" Shaking her head energetically, she continues, "How do you expect to win through a trial set by a god if you can't even solve such a simple riddle? Lysandrim might be a bit of a soft touch as far as deities go, but even he is not without bite or malice." Fixing you with a haughty glare tinged with a hint of contempt, she finishes by saying, "Do start to take this more seriously."
<<modlus 5>>\
Shifting irritatedly, the sphinx grumbles, "And I suppose you'll want me to repeat the riddle, since you can't be bothered to remember it yourself. I swear, humans these days..." trailing off she makes a vaguely displeased, "Hmph!" noise and starts quickly repeating the riddle once more.
"Countless men follow me, but few stay by my side for long. Generals of great armies and merchant princes sing my praises, but the most humble of men use me without a thought. What am I?"
[[A flag?|Riddle 2 Fail 2]]
[[A road?|Riddle 2 Pass]]
[[A horse?|Riddle 2 Fail 2]]
[[A king?|Riddle 2 Fail 2]]
[[A temple?|Riddle 2 Fail 2]]As soon as the answer leaves your lips the sphinx calls out, "Wrong wrong wrong! Ugh, at this rate we're going to be stuck here forever. I swear, humans these days are born without a single trace of wit in their heads." Pacing back and forth in agitation, her demeanor practically oozes exasperation as she continues, "In the old days an arrogant human challenger would appear to loot the sites left in our care or claim the glory of being the one to best a sphinx, and a battle of the mind would ensue, the trespasser wending their way through our riddles, each success buoying their ego until finally they stumbled on the precipice of victory and we devoured them."
<<modlus 5>>\
Sighing disconsolately, she settles back down, grumbling, "And I'm stuck with a child who can't even get an easy one right. I don't even get to maul him a little for the mistake, so what's even the point." Looking at you through narrowed eyes, she barks out, "What? Do you need me to repeat the riddle //again//?" Rolling her eyes, she rattles off the riddle once more.
"Countless men follow me, but few stay by my side for long. Generals of great armies and merchant princes sing my praises, but the most humble of men use me without a thought. What am I?"
[[A flag?|Riddle 2 Fail 3]]
[[A road?|Riddle 2 Pass]]
[[A horse?|Riddle 2 Fail 3]]
[[A king?|Riddle 2 Fail 3]]
[[A temple?|Riddle 2 Fail 3]]In a bored tone of voice, the sphinx barks, "Wrong again." Flopping onto her side, she absently ruminates, "Was not expecting this to take so long. I really am going to be stuck here all day, listening to you randomly guess at the answer at this rate." Yawning widely, she stretches like a cat before settling back in and repeating the riddle once again.
<<modlus 5>>\
"Countless men follow me, but few stay by my side for long. Generals of great armies and merchant princes sing my praises, but the most humble of men use me without a thought. What am I?"
[[A flag?|Riddle 2 Fail 3]]
[[A road?|Riddle 2 Pass]]
[[A horse?|Riddle 2 Fail 3]]
[[A king?|Riddle 2 Fail 3]]
[[A temple?|Riddle 2 Fail 3]]<<if visited("Riddle 2 Fail 3")>>Rolling back up into a sitting position, the sphinx exclaims, "Correct! And it didn't even take you all day! Just a depressingly large portion of it." Trying to suppress a sigh of irritation, you listen as she goes on,<<elseif visited("Riddle 2 Fail 2")>>Flicking her tail, the Sphinx chimes out, "Correct, and about time too. Perhaps you can still salvage some scrap of your dignity if you apply yourself." Wincing inwardly, you listen as she goes on,<<elseif visited("Riddle 2 Fail")>>After spending a few moments grooming one paw, the sphinx purrs, "Correct. It seems my advice made it through that thick head of yours. Keep it up and you might manage an adequate showing." Sighing inwardly, you listen as she goes on,<<else>>The sphinx wears a pleased smile as she says, "Correct." and continues, <</if>> "But now the real test begins. The previous riddles were just warm-ups, meant to whet the appetite. You'll need to bring all your wits to bear if you want to solve this one." The sphinx seems to have gotten excited, there's a gleam in her eyes and her tail lashes about energetically. Clearing her throat, the sphinx begins to melodiously intone the final riddle.
"Many seek me, but few truly find me. I can be found in unexpected places or right next to you. I can bring both life and death to those consumed by me. What am I?"
[[Wealth?|Riddle 3 Fail]]
[[Power?|Riddle 3 Fail]]
[[Fame?|Riddle 3 Fail]]
[[Love?|Sphinx Pass]]
[[Happiness?|Riddle 3 Fail]]With a small smile and a surprisingly sweet tone, the sphinx says, "Incorrect." Tail swishing about lazily, she looks quite pleased with herself as she continues, "Now now, nothing to be ashamed of, not all humans can be born with razor-sharp wits after all. I'm sure if you gather your will and really try, you'll figure it out. Eventually." Gritting your teeth at the barely concealed smugness, you resign yourself to listening as she goes on. "Really though, this is quite a difficult riddle, I spent an entire hour thinking it up, so take your time."
<<modlus 5>>\
Tail still swishing happily, the sphinx waits a few moments before exclaiming an exaggerated "Oh!" and saying, "Do you need to hear the riddle again? Of course, of course. I'll repeat it slowly this time, so you have enough time to comprehend it." Clearing her throat, she starts to slowly recite the riddle once more.
"Many seek me, but few truly find me. I can be found in unexpected places or right next to you. I can bring both life and death to those consumed by me. What am I?"
[[Wealth?|Riddle 3 Fail 2]]
[[Power?|Riddle 3 Fail 2]]
[[Fame?|Riddle 3 Fail 2]]
[[Love?|Sphinx Pass]]
[[Happiness?|Riddle 3 Fail 2]]Wearing a wide grin now, the sphinx gives an airy "Incorrect." Practically bouncing with glee, she flippantly says, "Ah well, I'm sure you tried your best, don't let it get you down that you couldn't manage to puzzle out the answer this time either. You'll just have to buck up and try again, I'm //sure// you'll get it this time." You're not sure which bugs you more, her smug tone of voice? Or the vaguely condescending words she's speaking? Shaking your head, you tell yourself at least you don't need to worry about your entrails getting splattered everywhere and settle for gazing at her stonily.
<<modlus 5>>\
Ignoring the flat stare you're giving her, she goes on, "I suppose I should repeat the riddle, just to be sure you didn't get something mixed up in your head to make you think THAT was the answer." Shaking her head in false wonder, she flashes you one more wide grin before reciting the riddle again.
"Many seek me, but few truly find me. I can be found in unexpected places or right next to you. I can bring both life and death to those consumed by me. What am I?"
[[Wealth?|Riddle 3 Fail 3]]
[[Power?|Riddle 3 Fail 3]]
[[Fame?|Riddle 3 Fail 3]]
[[Love?|Sphinx Pass]]
[[Happiness?|Riddle 3 Fail 3]]Humming idly to herself now, the sphinx absently says, "Incorrect." Dragging one claw across the ground in various patterns, she muses, "I'm sure you'll get it eventually if you just keep at it." Picking at something on the ground, she repeats the riddle for you again.
<<modlus 5>>\
"Many seek me, but few truly find me. I can be found in unexpected places or right next to you. I can bring both life and death to those consumed by me. What am I?"
[[Wealth?|Riddle 3 Fail 3]]
[[Power?|Riddle 3 Fail 3]]
[[Fame?|Riddle 3 Fail 3]]
[[Love?|Sphinx Pass]]
[[Happiness?|Riddle 3 Fail 3]]You decide that you'll risk the trial. It doesn't sound too bad, and you'd rather not let someone else decide the course of the rest of your life. Having made up your mind, you tell the matron that you'll undergo the trial. She seems somewhat surprised, but quickly nods, saying, "Very well, the trial will begin when you leave this room. You can still change your mind until you leave. Just speak, and his Grace will hear. A few last things, his Grace had several elixirs prepared for you, on the table over there."
She gestures to the low table off to your right and continues, "Some may help you, some may hinder you, some may do neither. Whatever you choose, consider it your first taste of the trial. Also, his Grace has ensured that your trial will not interfere with the day to day operations of the temple. The only inhabitants you will likely notice are the those that want to see you, for whatever reason. Or the ones his Grace wants to see you. Finally, he prepared this for you."
Taking a cloth-wrapped object out from under her robe she hands it over to you. Unwrapping it you find a fine mirror made of silver, with a face polished to a fine sheen and surrounded by engravings of lovers coupling, and a handle shaped like a woman lying supine with her arms stretched over her head to hold the face of the mirror. The matron goes on to say, "If you look into that mirror it should give you an idea of your current condition. I'm not entirely sure how it works, his Grace merely said it would help you keep track of your status. As well as any more overt physical changes that may occur as a result of the trial." With that, she turns away, and briskly exits the chamber.
Alone now, you decide to take a few minutes to gather your thoughts and perhaps stretch and try to shake off some of the fatigue still weighing you down. This might be one of the last chances you'll get to rest for a while. You also decide that for the time being, this room will represent North for you, to help you navigate out of the temple. With the doors being to the south and the wall with the statue being to the north.
<<modfat -5>>
[[Next|Deep Ritual Chamber]]You find yourself in a large, airy room, well-lit by braziers and decorated with thick carpets and tapestries. The room appears to be square, but the corners are obscured by large sheets of rich purple cloth hung from the ceiling. A life-sized statue of Lysandrim cradling a swooning, mostly naked maiden sits against the back wall, while the center of the room is dominated by a low, circular...altar?
You hesitate to call it such, because with all the sheets of cloth and pillows piled on it, it looks more like a large stone bed then an altar. Besides the not-altar, the only other furnishings visible are several ornate wooden tables holding a variety of implements and vessels similar to others you've seen throughout the temple; these ones seem to be of fine make and scrupulously clean, though. This appears to be yet another ritual room, though perhaps intended for a different purpose than the others.
Checking behind the hanging cloth to make sure there's no doors obscured behind them, you only find an array of strange wooden constructs. Some of it looks almost like recognizable furniture, with places meant for sitting or laying down, but you can discern no clear-cut purpose to any of it. There appears to be nothing else of interest to you here.
[[(W)Door to the corridor|North Corridor]]Picking up the bottle of brown liquid and shifting it in your hands, you notice that it is slightly thicker than water. The liquid is slightly transparent but colored so darkly it might as well be opaque. Pulling out the stopper, you bring the bottle to your nose and tentatively sniff. It has a faint bitter smell with floral notes and a slightly fishy undercurrent.
Nothing too unusual, most medicines are bitter to one degree or another, and apothecaries frequently use fish oils. Is it some sort of medicine? You're slightly wary, this is part of a trial after all. You don't think it would be poison, that would be directly harming you, but it could have some other unpleasant effect. Perhaps you should take a small sip to test it?
<<if visited("Sip Round Bottle") < 1>>[[Take a sip|Sip Round Bottle]]<</if>>
<<choice [[Take bottle|Take Round Bottle]]>>
<<choice [[Drink it|Drink Round Bottle]]>>
<<return [[Deep Ritual Table]]>>Pushing open the double doors, you are immediately hit by a raucous wall of noise unlike anything you've heard thus far, and you hesitate a moment before stepping through. The sight that greets you surprises you more than it probably should, but a lively feast was one of the last things you were expecting to encounter. Considering where you are and who's running the show, though, you suppose it does make perfect sense.
Casting your eyes across the room, you take in the tables laden with food and drink, the figures dancing in a cleared space to the sounds of pipes and citherns, and the clumps of people laughing together without care or restraint. You quickly realize something's off, to start with, the revelers are all naked, which actually isn't terribly surprising given where you are, but also the men all have the ears and tails of a donkey, as well as small horns sprouting from their heads and unabashedly erect cocks. The much smaller number of women on the other hand are all normal-looking to your eye, if preternaturally beautiful to the point they remind you of <<if visited("Nymph Befriend")>>Diane<<else>>the pregnant woman from the clearing<</if>>.
Your musings are short-lived, for mere moments after stepping into the room two vivacious women set upon you, skillfully herding you deeper into the room while calling out cheerfully, "Finally! <<if $genF == true>>They've arrived! Although much more fair of figure than we were led to believe..."<<else>>He's arrived! The man of the hour!"<</if>> Before you can protest, the two ladies have prodded and pulled you through the crowd until you've arrived before one of the tables covered in food both familiar and exotic. Pressing in close against you, one of the women shouts in your ear, "Come on then, this is all for you after all, so enjoy yourself!"
[[Next|Satyr Party 2]]Glancing around, you note the upturned pug noses and balding hairlines all the men at the table are sporting, which confirms what you'd already started to suspect. This must be one of those wild gatherings of satyroi and maenads that Lysandrim frequently presides over in tales, which is apparently being held for you. Though you're not sure if this is actually a good thing, the situation doesn't seem overtly problematic on its face, but there are a few tales of satyroi going to war or assaulting lone maidens on occasion.
You'd nearly forgotten about the two women clinging to you, but now they've started pulling your arms in different directions, one calling out, "Come, come! You must dance with us!" While the other disagrees cheerfully, "No, <<he>>'s been through a lot, they should have some refreshments first!" They're not hurting you at all, but you think you'd better start taking action for yourself before you get swept along any further by these two.
With that in mind, you probably shouldn't linger here too long since this whole thing is most likely intended to distract you. Still, you have no idea how long it's actually been since you had anything to eat or drink, so perhaps it's not the worst idea, come to think of it. There's also the possibility there's more to this than a simple party to confuse or delay you.
<<if $abcd == true>><<actions [[Grab a drink|Party Drink]] [[Try some food|Party Food]] [[(D)Dancing sounds perfect, actually|Party Dance]] [[Head for the door|Party Exit]]>><<else>><<actions [[Grab a drink|Party Drink]] [[Try some food|Party Food]] [[Dancing sounds perfect, actually|Party Dance]] [[Head for the door|Party Exit]]>><</if>>Pointedly ignoring the expecting mother, you examine every facet of the clearing. It's immediately obvious that you won't be leaving the clearing except by the doors, the trees are somehow grouped so closely together that there's barely room for a small child to squeeze through. Figuring that perhaps the key is hidden somewhere around the clearing, you go over it with a fine-toothed comb, closely examining the ground and trees.
You even look behind the doorways, which slightly disturbs something deep in your brain. Feeling the woman's bemused gaze following you the entire time, you stubbornly splash through the brook, searching vainly for a key or clue of some sort. Eventually, you admit defeat and decide there is no hidden key or puzzle.
[[Walk over to the woman|Gravid Nymph 2]]
[[Leave through the doors you came in|Atrium Corridor]]!!@@.blue;Stairway Antechamber@@
<<set $map to 1>>\
You're in a modestly sized, well-lit room that would normally contain a stairway down, though it's been replaced by solid stone. The same familiar walls of smooth marble surround you, broken only by a doorway to the west that appears to lead to a long corridor, and an odd section of dull white rock in the wall to the south. It sparks something in the back of your mind, a faint sense of recognition dawning on you as you look around more carefully.
You think you've been in this room before the few times you went to the temple as a child, despite your reluctance. There should be a stairway up where the patch of rock is, but you suppose that would make things too easy.
<<if $genF == true>>[[(W)Doorway to corridor|Feminine Choice]]<<else>>[[(W)Doorway to corridor|Main Corridor 1]]<</if>>!!@@.blue;Storage Room@@
Stepping into the room, you first see row after row of stacked furniture, some covered in protective cloth. The good-sized space is filled to bursting, and not just with furniture, stacks of cloth, wooden crates, racks of tools, everything you'd need to keep a large complex like this running day to day. Everything looks dust-free, so this room must see a fair amount of regular use.
There's a simple wooden door to the north and a plain set of double doors to the west. You don't see much of interest to you, it doesn't look like anything related to the trial is here. You have one last poke about, just to make sure nothing's hidden in the jumble, but there really is nothing.
<<if visited("Pantry")>>[[(N)Door to the pantry|Pantry]]<<else>>[[(N)Plain door|Pantry]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Servant's Quarters")>>[[(W)Doors to back hall|Servant's Quarters]]<<else>>[[(W)Double doors|Servant's Quarters]]<</if>>!!@@.blue;Servant's Quarters@@
Stepping through the door, you find yourself in another, somewhat narrower hall. You can't quite put your finger on it, but something about the corridor seems... well-used, though it's still immaculately clean. Both sides are lined with quite a few doors.
You peek in a few and see simple rooms with furnishings and personal belongings of various sizes and layouts. You don't think they're rooms for priestesses though, servants and workers, perhaps? Nothing seems relevant to the trial though.
On the east side, there is one set of double doors that seems particularly worn, and the corridor turns towards to the west at its far end which terminates in another set of double doors.
[[(N)Door to the main corridor|Main Corridor 3]]
<<if visited("Servant's Quarters")>>[[(E)Doors to storage room|Servant Storage]]<<else>>[[(E)Worn double doors|Servant Storage]]<</if>>
[[(W)Double doors|Servant's Stair]] This is the current end of the current content. Thank you for playing. If you'd like to return to exploring the second floor to see anything else you might have missed, use this link.
[[Return|Servant's Quarters]]You've had your hair shaved down almost to your scalp. Any styling it had has been undone.
<<set $hairS to 0>>
[[Return|$return]]You bring the bottle to your lips and take a small sip of the dark liquid; finding it has a mildly bitter flavor with a floral aftertaste. After a few seconds, you feel a faint tingling feeling wash over your entire body. As the feeling dissipates you think you may feel slightly less tired, but it could just be your imagination.
<<modfat -5>>
<<modfem 1>>
<<moddic -1>>
<<modhgt -1>>\
<<modHL 1>>\
<<modtra 3>>\
<<return>>Taking a small sip of the clear blue elixir, it tastes mostly like fresh spring water but leaves a very faint tingle in your mouth. As it goes down, you feel some of your fatigue melt away, your thoughts and vision snapping into a sharper focus. Nothing else appears to happen.
<<return>>Advancing cautiously, you decide to keep just out of his reach and try to move around him to the doors. You doubt he's going to just let you, but it'll get you closer to your goal and force him to make the first move, which might give you an opening if he makes a mistake. At first, all he does is shift to stay between you and the doors, but once it becomes clear that you're just going to push his boundaries, he settles into a more aggressive stance and slides forward, whipping the butt of his spear at you in a horizontal strike intended to force you away from the door.
[[Attempt to catch it|Spear Struggle]]
[[Dodge into the blow|Spear Dodge]]
[[Move in to grapple|Grapple Guard]]!!@@.blue;Main Corridor South@@
You stand in a slightly smaller hallway off the main corridor made out of the same ubiquitous marble stone and lit by the same braziers as all the others. However, this one has been decorated with wall tapestries depicting various scenes of Lysandrim's life and beatification, alongside a few astrological pieces, and there are finely woven carpets of deep blue and purple lining the floor as well. There are five wooden doors, two in each wall and one at the end of the corridor. The doors are all plain but solid, like many you've seen elsewhere; however, the one at the end of the hall has a carving in the stone above it, depicting a woman tending to several swaddled babes.
You're fairly sure you've never been here before, and you don't see anything to separate the doors to the sides, though one of the ones to the west appears to have a smear of green paint in the shape of a small hand on it.
[[(N)Archway to main corridor|Main Corridor 2]]
<<if visited("Bathing Area")>>[[(E)Door to bath room|Bathing Area]]<<else>>[[(E)Plain door|Bathing Area]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Novice Quarters")>>[[(E)Door to dormitory|Novice Quarters]]<<else>>[[(E)Plain door|Novice Quarters]]<</if>>
<<if $kids > 0 and visited("Nursery")>>[[(S)Door to nursery|Babies]]<<elseif $kids > 0>>[[(S)Door below carving|Babies]]<<elseif visited("Nursery")>>[[(S)Door to nursery|Nursery]]<<else>>[[(S)Door below carving|Nursery]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Communal Dining Room")>>[[(W)Door to dining hall|Communal Dining Room]]<<else>>[[(W)Plain door|Communal Dining Room]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Ward Quarters")>>[[(W)Door to children's dormitory|Ward Quarters]]<<else>>[[(W)Plain door with paint smear|Ward Quarters]]<</if>>Luckily, your cautious approach kept you far enough away that it's a simple matter to shift back just enough to avoid the blow. Seizing the opening, you leap forwards past his guard and shoulder-check him, forcing him to stagger several steps away, despite his solid stance. Since you made sure to smash into the side facing the door, you now stand squarely between your opponent and your goal. Seeing this, he hurriedly rushes at you.
[[Counter-charge right back at him|Charge Guard]]
[[Just sprint for the door|Guard Sprint]]
[[Use his momentum to throw him|Throw Guard]]<<modfat 20>>\
Thinking this might be a chance to remove his primary advantage and swing things in your favor, instead of avoiding the blow you turn to intercept it, hands wide open. It works, although the wooden shaft smashing into your open palms is also quite painful. <<if $fat >= 100 and $genF == false>>You latch on to the spear doggedly, but in your exhausted state that turns out to be unwise, for when he tries to shake you off you stumble to one side and crack your head against the stone column you hadn't realized was there, knocking you out cold.
[[Next|Guard Fail]]<<elseif $fat >= 100 and $genF == true>>You latch on to the spear doggedly, but in your exhausted state that turns out to be unwise. With a sharp shove, he sends you stumbling back, causing you to trip and fall, pulling him down on top of you, where he promptly pins you to the ground.
[[Next|Guard Rape]]<<else>>While you do manage to grasp the spear, as you struggle back and forth trying to wrench it from him, your aching hands aren't quite up to the task, and you lose your grip, stumbling backward several paces.
<<modfgt 1>>
Fortuitously, during the struggle, it would seem you swapped positions with your opponent, and he has just pushed you in the direction of the doors, leaving you standing between the young guard and your goal. Seeing this, he hurriedly rushes at you.
[[Counter-charge him|Charge Guard]]
[[Sprint for the door|Guard Sprint]]
[[Throw him|Throw Guard]]<</if>>Pulling open the large doors, you find yourself in a massive chamber full of light and plants and the sound of flowing water, wondering briefly if you're outside somehow, but the distant stone ceiling above proves you're still underground. A huge statue of Lysandrim dominates the room, upon which a beam of gentle light falls from an aperture in the ceiling. Ringing the statue is a large pool of clear water bridged by four smooth marble bridges, each leading directly to the doors set in each side of the room.
Walking past the well-maintained patches of greenery and ornamental stonework, you head to the bridge facing the doorway you just came through, skirting an arrangement of tables and chairs at the edge of the pool. Crossing over to the center you glance about, wondering which way to go, the doors to the north and south look small and plain, unlike the ones you entered through. Circling around the statue to get a better look at the eastern side of the room, you stop dead as the bridge comes into view, momentarily stunned by what lies on the other side.
The neatly folded wings of an enormous eagle partly obscure the lithe body of a great lioness, with the sleek tawny fur of the upper body giving way to the bare breasts and face of a darkly tanned, exotic-looking young woman. It takes you a moment to process what you're seeing, but tales of these creatures are not uncommon. A sphinx. Sometimes the gods send them to punish those that have displeased them, you've also heard a story or two of distant lands where they act as guards for deities and kings, protecting important sites like tombs or temples. This one eyes you casually, with an almost bored expression on her face, but is seemingly content to block the path to the eastern door for the moment.
Sphinxes are supposedly quite intelligent and capable of reason, as far as creatures go, but are also quite capable of casual violence, should it suit their purpose. Approaching cautiously, you call out a slightly tremulous greeting to the beast. A smile crosses the creature's face, revealing sharp teeth suited to a predator, and she says, "Hello, child of man, come closer now, I promise not to bite." Her smile widens as she speaks, and while you don't feel entirely reassured, you figure it wise to do as the large legendary creature says.
[[Walk up to the sphinx|Sphinx 2]]Standing before the sphinx, you try not to think of all the ways this could go wrong, but apparently your discomfort is still noticeable, as the creature flicks its tail at you and says, "Come now little manling, I said I wouldn't bite, so relax and be at ease. I am merely here to administer a little...test, to make sure you've got enough sense in that head to be worth the mending. Not a terribly great task for a being such as myself, but when a god calls, you answer. Still not sure why I don't get to eat you if you fail, but I suppose Lysandrim does have an image to maintain."
You suppose you do feel a little reassured, now that being devoured is off the table, so to speak. As for this test, you ask the sphinx what it meant. Cocking her head towards you, the sphinx answers, "Well now, in a rush are you? Then again you are mortal, and on something of a time limit as I understand. Very well, I imagine you want to go through those doors behind me," Raising one wing, she points to the large set of doors directly behind her, "but of course I can't just allow you to pass. Which brings us to the test itself. I shall present you with three riddles, which you must answer correctly in order to proceed. A simple enough challenge, yes?"
It does seem pretty simple, though one question comes to mind, so you ask what happens if you answer incorrectly. The sphinx's mouth spreads in another wide grin as she answers, "Well, normally I'd disembowel you and feast on your entrails, but since Lysanadrim has tied my paws in that regard, there's not much I can do, other than not let you pass until you do answer correctly. Incorrect answers will waste time of course, which may have some small consequences. Also, I will probably take some small pleasure in ridiculing you for your lack of intellect, and I'm told I have quite the sharp tongue."
Well, that doesn't seem too bad. Just solve a few riddles, maybe have to put up with some heckling if you answer wrong, then move on. Feeling more confidant, you ask for the first riddle. Shifting to a more mysterious smile, the sphinx says, "Very well, let's start off a bit simple. Listen carefully now."
"Some call me cold and uncaring, but my children are as innumerable as the stars. I am praised by men one day, but cursed in equal measure the next. What am I?"
[[A queen?|Riddle 1 Fail]]
[[A tree?|Riddle 1 Fail]]
[[The ocean?|Riddle 1 Pass]]
[[The sky?|Riddle 1 Fail]]
[[A god?|Riddle 1 Fail]]<<if visited("Riddle 3 Fail 3")>>Head snapping up to attention, the sphinx says, "Well now, you finally figured it out. Though I suppose you were bound to get it eventually. Congratulations, you solved the riddle of the sphinx. Well after I would have slain you under normal circumstances." Yawning widely enough to show her fangs clearly, she goes on, "I wouldn't go bragging about it though, or you might find yourself crushed by a boulder that mysteriously drops out of the sky."<<elseif visited("Riddle 3 Fail 2")>> With only a slightly surprised tone the sphinx says, "See? I said you could do it, and you did. Eventually. Congratulations." Grinning, she goes on, "Feel free to tell your friends and family. Just don't forget to mention how many times you'd have been disemboweled if not for Lysandrim's benevolence, otherwise, you might find your favorite horse has been mauled by wild animals one day."<<elseif visited("Riddle 3 Fail")>>Looking mildly displeased, the sphinx says, "Correct." Wrinkling her face like she just smelled something unpleasant, she goes on, "Well, you still would have been disemboweled if this had been a proper challenge, so don't go getting a big head just because you solved it on the second try. If you go around bragging too much you might find a half-eaten carcass or two left outside your door. Though I suppose //some// congratulations are still in order."<<else>>With a shocked expression, the sphinx stammers out, "B-but, that's..." Trailing off she shakes her head vigorously before saying, <<if visited("Riddle 1 Fail", "Riddle 2 Fail")>>"Impossible! You got the first two wrong, how could you possibly solve this one with no trouble?! Were you just toying with me, human!?"<<else>>"Unbelievable, you certainly don't //look// clever enough to solve my riddle. Hmph, but it's not like you could have cheated or heard it somewhere else."<</if>> Composing herself with a visible effort, the sphinx adopts a steadier tone and says, "Correct, that is, indeed, the answer."<</if>>
Standing up, she slinks over to one side, leaving the path clear. Gazing at you unblinkingly, she gestures to the door and says, "Well? Go on, you may pass. And I'd hurry if I were you, deities are such fickle creatures for immortals, never know when they might get bored and decide to do something about it." Cautiously crossing the bridge, you keep one eye on the sphinx as you approach the door, but she merely stands there, as unmoving as a statue. Pushing the doors open, you can hardly believe what just happened, not many get to meet a sphinx and live to speak of it. <<if visited("Lamiai Rape") or visited("Lamiai Corruption")>>Although you have to admit, compared to the lamiai, this was basically a pleasant chat.<</if>>
[[Continue|Atrium Corridor]]<<if tags(previous()).includes("event")>>@@.red;(Some actions here are restricted while you are in the middle of an event, please access this menu after you are finished with the current event to use items from this menu)@@<</if>>
Taking a glance at the mirror you suddenly have a precise insight into your current state:
@@.yellow;Fatigue: <<print $fat>>@@ / 100
@@.purple;Lust: <<print $lust>>@@ / 100
@@.red;Lewdness: <<print $lewd>>@@ / 100
@@.pink;Femininity: <<print $fem>>@@ / 10
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<<if $hfe is true and not tags(previous()).includes("event")>>[[Drink it|Drink Round Bottle 2]]<</if>></p>\
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<<if $hte is true and not tags(previous()).includes("event")>>[[Drink it|Drink Triangle Bottle 2]]<</if>></p>\
<p><<if $hnm is true>> You have an ornate bottle full of milk from the Nymph<</if>>\
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<<if $hnm is true and not tags(previous()).includes("event")>><<abcd "(D)">>[[Drink it|Drink Nymph Milk]]<</if>></p>\
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<<set $bustaH.push("huge", "massive", "enormous", "mammoth", "gigantic")>>
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<<set $children to []>>
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<<set $ktd to false>>
<<set $hcs to false>>
<<set $bdl to false>>
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<<set $ucl to false>>
<<set $utl to false>>
<<set $TestVar to 1>>
<<set $hwb to false>>
<<set $hnm to false>><<if visited("Deep Ritual Chamber")>>[[Stats]]
<<if $genF is false>>[[You|You Male]]<<elseif $genF is true>>[[You|You Female]]<</if>>
<<if $fm1 is true>>[[Map|Map]]<</if>>
[[Characters]]
[[Glossary]]
[[Options]]<</if>>
[[Credits]]undo:on
exitprompt:onPlayers control Alexis, a young man from a fictional psuedo-Ancient Greece. His mother is a high priestess of Lysandrim, a Diety of fertility, birth, and hedonistic sex. Injured by falling off a cliff before the start of the game, Alexis wakes up in the Temple to Lysandrim that overlooks his village. Told that he was mortally wounded, and that Lysandrim himself appeared to heal him, he is given the choice of swearing service to Lysandrim for the rest of his life, or undergoing a trial.
Depending on how the player chooses to interact with the trials and other characters, the information revealed to Alexis will be different. Alexis is actually the son of Lysandrim, If the player just tries to get through the trial and avoid most encounters when possible then this information is not revealed and Alexis' divinity remains dormant, and he is told that any strange occurances or things he's felt are merely a side effect of powers and forces Lysandrim has infused in the trial. If, however, the player makes choices that embrace his divine side and bring that power out his heritage is revealed to him, along with the information that it was Lysandrim himself who directly caused his fall. If the player follows the third path of corruption though, they instead discover that while his mother had initially been inseminated by Lysandrim when raised to a priestess, shortly thereafter she was seduced by Narimah, a foreign deity of darkness and corruption, who impregnated her with his own child, which corrupted and absorbed Lysandrim's essence in the process. She dismissed it as a mere dream, until the corruption path forces her to confront it. The point where players get this info is where their path is locked in. For Clarification, Alexis in all three routes is still actually Narimah's son, but the essence of Lysandrim, and his mother's human contribution makes his nature more pliable and greatly influenced by his own choices. This allows some of the details in corruption events to still happen and make sense, while not derailing things if the player ultimately follows the divine or normal path, the only thing changing in the world between paths is what Alexis is told, and whether Kalene realizes her encounter with Narimah was real.
The main conflict is overcoming the trial, and if the player follows the divine or corruption paths how they choose to deal with Lysandrim, who directly caused Alexis' accident. Alexis' family are a focal point in the game, and how he interacts with them will contribute a large portion of the points for each path. The first is the mother, Kalene, who is an extremely sexual person, having spent most of her life serving a deity of hedonistic sex. Alexis' injuries shake her deeply, which, combined with the influence of the trial/Alexis' heritage, nudge her into trying to seduce her son. With her position and power in the community, she doesn't really need to worry about consequences, and this helps set the stage for Alexis being open to sexual situations and solutions, despite living a fairly normal life outside the temple. The second to be encountered is the older sister, Charis, who is a dominant, strong-willed young woman. She also serves Lysandrim, although maybe not with quite as much passion as her mother, seeing it instead as her best route to power and independence. She has an antagonistic relationship with Alexis and will help the player/Alexis decide how far they're willing to go and in which direction to pass the trial. Third is Korinna, the younger sister. Sweet, mild, and innocent. She's in training as a temple novice but isn't really set on it, she's there to balance the scales at the games midpoint, and give a reason to perhaps strive to keep Alexis on a more normal path, and can help turn back some of the changes the player may have undergone. Fourth and Fifth (order undecided as yet) are Akakios and Arsenios. Akakios is the younger brother, bitter and envious, he also has a poor relationship with Alexis, but as the younger brother and under pressure from both parents he rarely gets to express it. He will be encountered after the player is informed about their origins/the trial, and will offer the player the opportunity to express themselves after the revelation. Arsenios, the father, has a somewhat distant relationship with Alexis, he didn't quite approve of Alexis avoiding the temple, but at the same time could not condemn him for his choice, thus their relationship became awkward. He will represent a final hurdle to overcome, and should help strike home how much or little Alexis has changed through the player's decisions.
There will be many minor encounters inbetween that will give the players opportunities to score path points, change their appearance, indulge in more fantastical experiences than the family can provide, and provide tools to make future encounters easier or have alternate outcomes.
Just before the end of the game, if Alexis has obtained sufficient divinity or corruption to be locked into that path, they will meet Lysandrim himself. Who will reveal that he set up the trial as a test to see if Alexis had the capacity to take on the mantle of being his son, and if so to help awaken his divinity. Or to turn him into a girl to circumvent a prophecy of being replaced by his son.(This wouldn't work as even if Alexis is a girl at the end, he was still born his son. Kind of.) And he offers Alexis a place by his side as a demi-god in training to replace him. Eventually. When Lysandrim gets bored of being a deity. The player can accept or decline on either path, or if the player has obtained enough points and perhaps some particular items during the game they can try to subdue Lysandrim, and if successful steal his power and mantle for themselves. If the player does not have enough divinity or corrupton, Lysandrim decides he is too mortal and does not appear before them and the player is set on the normal ending. Whichever happens, the ending sequence of choices will then start.
Finally, at the end of the game, the player will find themselves presented with a large series of choices, that will allow them to affect the state of things in the ending sequence after the trial. Whether a character is pregnant, who is still a lover, what Alexis seeks to do after the trial, etc. I want players to feel like they've built up and created the ending they wanted and reward them by letting them tweak it to their liking before it plays out. There will be several "keystones" which make up the meat of how an ending plays out. For example two keystones on the average route would be maintaining the status quo and mostly returning to your old life (with perhaps a few changes) or having the trial awake in Alexis an interest in adventuring and have him leave the village to seek out more interesting experiences. These will be selectable from any options you unlocked through gameplay and will greatly influence how the ending plays out and what further options are available.!!@@.blue;Strange Clearing@@
You're in the strange forest meadow, which has no business being in the middle of an underground level of a temple. Although you suppose it isn't actually in the temple, but somewhere else entirely, and the door just leads here now because a god decided it would.
The treeline is as impassable as ever, and the only things of note are the locked door on the other side of the clearing, and the beautiful mother-to-be laying in the center of the clearing, who is currently watching you from her bed of greenery.
<<if visited("Gravid Nymph 2") and $genF == true and $ngc == true>>[[Approach the woman and sit|Gravid Nymph Surprise]]<<elseif visited("Gravid Nymph 2")>>[[Approach the woman and sit|Gravid Nymph Hub]]<<else>>[[Approach the woman|Gravid Nymph 2]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Search Clearing") < 1>>[[Search the clearing|Search Clearing]]<</if>>
[[(W)Doors to atrium corridor|Atrium Corridor]]"Now for the fun part, styles. If you've got the length for it, I can put your hair up in an ordinary ponytail or chignon, or if you're feeling fancy I could do a more complicated updo or ornamented ponytail. If you're feeling more natural we could just comb it out and leave it loose, or even leave it to run mostly wild, with a touch here or there to make it look good."
Your hair is currently <<HSDesc>>
<<if $hairL is 0>>Your hair is too short to do anything with, grow it out if you want to style it.<</if>>
<<if $hairS neq 0 and $hairL > 0>><<link "Muss your hair and let it run wild">><<ahp 1>><<set $hairS to 0>><<script>>Engine.play("Style")<</script>><</link>><<elseif $hairS is 0 and $hairL > 0>>@@color:grey;Your hair is already running wild.@@<</if>>
<<if $hairS neq 1 and $hairL > 0>><<link "Comb your hair out and let it hang freely">><<ahp 1>><<set $hairS to 1>><<script>>Engine.play("Style")<</script>><</link>><<elseif $hairS is 1 and $hairL > 0>>@@color:grey;Your hair is already hanging loose.@@<</if>>
<<if $hairS neq 2 and $hairL > 5>><<if $hairS is 5>><<link "Remove the decorations from your ponytail">><<ahp 1>><<set $hairS to 2>><<script>>Engine.play("Style")<</script>><</link>><<else>><<link "Pull your hair up in a basic ponytail">><<ahp 1>><<set $hairS to 2>><<script>>Engine.play("Style")<</script>><</link>><</if>><<elseif $hairS is 2 and $hairL > 5>>@@color:grey;Your hair is already in a ponytail.@@<<elseif $hairL < 6 and $hairL > 0>>@@color:grey;Your hair is too short to put in a ponytail.@@<</if>>
<<if $hairS neq 3 and $hairL > 11>><<link "Put your hair up in a braided chignon">><<ahp 1>><<set $hairS to 3>><<script>>Engine.play("Style")<</script>><</link>><<elseif $hairS is 3 and $hairL > 11>>@@color:grey;Your hair is already in a ponytail.@@<<elseif $hairL < 12 and $hairL > 0>>@@color:grey;Your hair is too short for a braided chignon.@@<</if>>
<<if $hairS neq 4 and $hairL > 11>><<link "Put your hair up in an elegant coiffe">><<ahp 1>><<set $hairS to 4>><<script>>Engine.play("Style")<</script>><</link>><<elseif $hairS is 4 and $hairL > 11>>@@color:grey;Your hair is already pinned up.@@<<elseif $hairL < 12 and $hairL > 0>>@@color:grey;Your hair is too short to be put up.@@<</if>>
<<if $hairS neq 5 and $hairL > 11>><<if $hairS is 2>><<link "Thread decorations through your ponytail">><<ahp 1>><<set $hairS to 5>><<script>>Engine.play("Style")<</script>><</link>><<else>><<link "Pull your hair up in an elaborate ponytail">><<ahp 1>><<set $hairS to 5>><<script>>Engine.play("Style")<</script>><</link>><</if>><<elseif $hairS is 5 and $hairL > 11>>@@color:grey;Your hair is already pulled up in an elaborate ponytail.@@<<elseif $hairL < 12 and $hairL > 0>>@@color:grey;Your hair is too short for a decorated ponytail.@@<</if>>
[[Finish adjusting hairstyle|Acolyte Hairstyling]]Hooray!You decide not to drink the potion, but it could come in handy at some point, especially if you can figure out what it does, so you decide to take it with you.
<<set $hfe to true>>
<<return [[Deep Ritual Table]]>>Deciding it wiser to save the elixir for later, after discovering exactly what it is, perhaps, you tuck it in with your other things.
<<set $hte to true>>
<<return [[Deep Ritual Table]]>>Taking one of the empty pitchers from the table, you fill it from the pool. Deciding to take it directly to the clearing rather than wander around with your hands full, you head straight there through the massive courtyard room.
Carefully balancing the heavy pitcher, you make your way into the odd clearing, and as <<if visited("Nymph Befriend")>>Diane<<else>>the woman<</if>> looks on curiously, you set it down gently in front of her. As you sit down next to it, she asks, "What is that?" Explaining, you tell her about the oil spring and how it helped your mother, and she exclaims, "Ah, you've brought me sacred oil from Ly's temple? That's very considerate of you. I think my skin is still fine, but I have been feeling a bit stretched. It seems these little ones were a bit much even for me. Not that bearing Ly's children is ever particularly problematic" She says, smiling and running a hand over her enormous belly before looking at you and asking, "Well? What are you waiting for? Come over here, promise I won't bite." With that, she shifts from lying on her side to her back and beckons you closer.
Moving close, you kneel next to her. Dipping a hand into the pitcher, you scoop out a handful of the still-warm oil and start gently rubbing it into her round stomach. She gives a pleased sigh as you start working the oil into her skin, closing her eyes and settling in more comfortably. Scooping out more, you spend several minutes carefully working the oil over the entirety of her taut belly. Having coated her thoroughly, you pause, unsure how to proceed, until she opens her eyes and smiles up at you coquettishly, saying, "That feels very good, and I think these little ones appreciated it as well." She rubs her stomach lovingly and continues, "But I do feel a bit stretched up here too, could you take care of them as well?" She raises a hand to cup one of her milk-heavy breasts. Swallowing, you shift over and oblige her, rubbing more of the oil over her chest.
This time she never takes her eyes off your face as you massage the oil into her very full breasts. They are surprisingly firm for their size and the heavy burden of milk they carry, but still elastic enough to deform pleasingly under your touch, and you take your time and enjoy fondling them. She stiffens and sighs lightly when you get to her nipples, which are quite hard and rigid, and you have to suppress the sudden urge to bend down and suck on one. Eventually exhausting the last of the oil, you regretfully finish massaging her chest, and she thanks you sincerely, with a wide smile and a friendlier air to her.
<<modnym 25>>
<<set $teo to true>>\
[[Return|Gravid Nymph Hub]]Carefully hefting the bottle of golden liquid, you note the glass feels fairly thin and delicate. The liquid is a clear, light golden color, and it flows like water as you examine the bottle. Pulling the stopper out, you lift the bottle and sniff, and the scent of honey, flowers, and a deeper scent underneath the rest, that you can't quite identify, but feels familiar somehow.
Something in your gut tells you the liquid isn't harmful, but it could still be a trap. Curiously the bottle seems to resist being moved away from the table; it just stops like it's up against an invisible wall, and you fear pulling any harder may shatter the glass. You don't think you'll be able to take it with you.
<<abcd "(D)">>[[Take a sip|Try to Sip Tall Bottle]]
<<abcd "(D)">>[[Drink it|Drink Tall Bottle]]
<<return>>!!@@.blue;Temple Commons@@
You find yourself in a fairly spacious room, with wide double doors evenly spaced in each wall. Low tables, chairs, and cushions are scattered about, mainly in the corners. While adequately lit by braziers, there isn't much to see, although you do note the furnishings on the north side of the room seem nicer. The doors to the north and south are plain double doors of normal size, while the doors to the east and west are larger, with simple carvings and decorations.
<<if visited("Satyr Party 1")>>[[(N)Plain doors to spacious dining hall|Priest's Cafeteria]]<<else>>[[(N)Plain doors|Satyr Party 1]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Meeting Corridor")>>[[(E)Large doors to meeting hall|Meeting Hall]]<<elseif visited("Jerk Guard")>>[[(E)Large doors to meeting hall|Jerk Guard]]<<else>>[[(E)Large doors|Jerk Guard]]<</if>>
<<if visited("Acolyte Cafeteria")>>[[(S)Plain doors to small dining room|Acolyte Cafeteria]]<<else>>[[(S)Plain doors|Acolyte Cafeteria]]<</if>>
[[(W)Large doors to atrium corridor|Atrium Corridor]]Turning back around, you glance around the seemingly empty room you find yourself in now. You think you're back in the temple now, judging by the now-familiar seamless stonework you're surrounded by once more. Walking forwards, you're not sure what the room is for, there's a set of doors in the center of each wall and some random tables and chairs scattered towards the corners of the room, but that's it.
You're standing near the center of the room, considering which way to go now when you hear a low rumbling sound emanating from behind you. Turning towards the source, you freeze in shock, wondering how the hell you managed to overlook a dog that's roughly the size of a small mountain until just now. It also doesn't look happy to see you, which is actually a bit odd since it seems to be one of the temple's guard dogs, which are usually quite friendly to the village people.
You slowly spread your arms and try to back away, but the rumbling sound, which was its growl, intensifies until you stop. Even if you've never been around the temple much since you were a child, it should be more than smart enough to recognize a villager, especially since you should smell like your family, so clearly something is going on here. Whatever it is, you now have a very large, very furry problem with no simple solution since you're pretty sure this dog could catch you well before you made it to a door.
<<if $genF == true>>Which is when you notice the massive, bright red erection your canine opponent is sporting, it would seem the trial affects more than just people. Mouth dry, <<if $lewd >= 20>>you find an...interesting idea pop into your head<<elseif $lust >= 75>>you feel your lower body throb in response<<else>>a feeling of trepidation rolls over you<</if>> as you contemplate how to deal with this latest hurdle. <<else>>You don't relish the thought of having to confront a breed of dog known for taking on bears and other large beasts when necessary, but you're just not seeing any other options. Then again, if this is part of the trial, there has to be //some way// to win, right?<</if>> <<if $hsd == true>>You feel the rigid shape of the bronze dagger tucked against your back, but you'd prefer not to use it here if possible, half the village would probably never forgive you for killing one of the temple's sacred guard dogs, assuming it actually works, and if it doesn't the dog is unlikely to respond well to being stabbed.<<else>>Either way, you have to do something since you don't think it's going to stand there growling forever.<</if>>
<<if $genF == true and $lewd >= 20>>[[Seduce the dog|Doggy Sex]]<<elseif $genF == true>>''//Requirements for path not met: insufficent @@.red;Lewdness@@//''<</if>>\
<<if $genF == true>>[[Try to placate it|Doggy Play]]<</if>>\
[[Try to run|Doggy Glomp]]
[[Confront it|Doggy Duel]]
<<if $hsd == true>>[[Slowly reach for the dagger|Doggy Dead]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: missing neccesary item//''<</if>>Dracaenae (Drakainai) like a naga, but dragon or giant sea serpent body instead of snake
Lamia (Lamiai) Greek precursor of the succubus, ate the flesh of men. Body of a snake
Satyrs
Nymphs
centaur - Drunk? Body intially hidden by a table
priests and priestesses
acolytes
guards
rest areas
Arachne?
Scylla?
Other children of Lysandrim
Giant dog, chases you down and holds you in place till it falls asleep on top of you. If female gets frisky?
SphinxThis <a class="secret" data-passage="Success">passage</a> is used to test any irregular techniques or macros I want to use.
<meter @value="$lust" min="0" max="100"></meter>
<meter @value="$fat" min="0" max="100"></meter>
<<set $outfit to 3>>
[[Success]]Walking into the room, you find yourself staring at a large, dimly-lit storeroom filled with stacks of tables and stools, large baskets and crates, and a couple of empty bedframes. You're about to turn and walk back out again when you hear an odd noise, almost like a bird chirping. Glancing around, the dim light obscures the source, but eventually, you spy a small silhouette perched atop the leg of a stool.
Stepping closer for a better look, you're startled when the small shape spreads a pair of wings and flies a short distance away, seems it actually ''is'' a bird, though you have no idea what it's doing down here. The avian intruder has landed closer to one of the dimly glowing braziers so you can see it a bit better, its small body is mostly a vibrant green, with splashes of blue at the sides and tail, and small dark eyes. What interests you the most, though, is the flash of gold around its feet, one of which appears to be holding what looks suspiciously like a delicate golden key with a square-shaped handle.
You also notice its other foot trails a long string tied to it, which seems to lead to a stone plinth with a perch on top, which the other end of the string is securely tied to. You doubt this is all just a coincidence, it's most likely some sort of challenge to get the key, though it seems disturbingly simple compared to things you've already had to deal with, and you can already think of several potential ways to solve this.
<<abcd "(A,B)">>[[Free the bird|Bird Free]]
<<abcd "(C)">>[[Pull the bird down to you|Bird Jerk]]
<<abcd "(D)">>[[Call the bird to you|Call of the Bird]]Stepping into the well-lit room, you are only mildly surprised to find that it is, indeed, filled with the accouterments of spinning and weaving cloth. Many looms stand throughout the room, along with baskets filled with wool, string, and cloth. Spindles and distaves lay upon stools, and tables loaded down with heavy stacks of cloth in a variety of colors and patterns line the walls. Your main attention, however, is immediately captured by the three occupants of the room.
Three women stand in the center of the room, working at one of the largest looms, weaving...something. Every time you look at their work, however, your eyes become unfocused and slide off it. Even trying to force yourself to gaze upon it, all you can gather is a vague impression of flowing color from the corner of your eye. Your head starts to throb dully as you struggle to look at it, and you decide that ignoring whatever is on the loom is probably wise. Shifting your attention to the three women working the loom instead, you cautiously approach them.
At first glance, they appear to simply be three young women, so similar in appearance they are likely related; sisters, perhaps. On closer inspection, however, their age becomes far less certain, the mature calm in their eyes belies the smoothness of their faces, and their hands move with the steady precision of experienced craftswomen. Glancing sideways at you, one of the sisters says, "The child has finally arrived." Another replies, "Finally? They could have only arrived now!" The last calmly says, "Just as we wove it." The first sister gives a long-suffering sigh and says, "I am aware, I was merely trying to set the proper mood." The second sister snaps, "What mood is that? That we're addled fools who can't read our own weave?" The third sister calmly adds, "We should not keep the child waiting, their time is more keenly marked than our own."
The second sister huffs and turns from her work to face you, her gaze giving you a thorough once over, before barking out, "Well then, go get it, they're right over there." Pointing off to one side she fixes you with a bored glare. Bewildered, you try your best not to look as confused as you are, but the first sister swoops in to rescue you, saying, "And how are they supposed to know what you're talking about when we haven't even explained the options yet?" The third sister calmly adds, "Their decision may already be woven, but the choices must still be presented."
Looking slightly chagrined, the second sister says, "Ah, yes, of course, I've gotten too accustomed to talking to you two." Turning towards you, the first sister elaborates, "We're here to offer you a new garment, at Lysandrim's request. Normally we wouldn't bother with such a mundane task but..." She trails off, blushing slightly, and the third sister calmly interjects, "He can be very persuasive." The second sister rolls her eyes, saying, "Yes, yes, no need to divulge every detail to the child, just get on with showing them, so they can choose, and we can move on with this." The first sister moves away from the loom, and approaching a nearby table gestures you over.
<<if $genF is true>>[[Walk to the table|Fated Outfits f]]<<else>>[[Walk to the table|Fated Outfits]]<</if>>Pretending to be surprised by his sudden charge, you shift so one side faces your opponent and wait for him to draw near. Either he bought it, or he just doesn't care, because he charges straight at you without slowing one bit. Waiting until the last second, you suddenly bend over and brace, flipping him over your back with ease as you let his momentum do the work for you. The young man lets out a startled shout as he goes flying, tumbling end over end until finally sliding to a stop.
Much as you'd like to hang around and gloat, you probably shouldn't give him a chance to recover, so you jog over to the doors and turn to give him a cheery little wave goodbye instead. Having bid your opponent farewell, you casually saunter through the doors, unhurriedly closing them behind you.
[[Continue|Meeting Corridor]]<div style='font-size: 125%;'>@@.blue;<<if tags().includes("F1S")>>''Deep Ritual Chamber''<<elseif tags().includes("F1RA")>>''D. Ritual Antechamber''<<elseif tags().includes("F1DC1")>>''Deep Corridor North''<<elseif tags().includes("F1DC2")>>''Deep Corridor Central''<<elseif tags().includes("F1DC3")>>''Deep Corridor South''<<elseif tags().includes("F1OS")>>''Blessed Oil Spring''<<elseif tags().includes("F1PSB")>>''Private Bath''<<elseif tags().includes("F1VK")>>''Private Kitchen''<<elseif tags().includes("F1PSQ")>>''Private Quarters''<<elseif tags().includes("F1KQ")>>''H. Priestess' Chamber''<<elseif tags().includes("F1RC")>>''Ritual Courtyard''<<elseif tags().includes("F1AC")>>''Atrium Corridor''<<elseif tags().includes("F1SC")>>''???''<<elseif tags().includes("F1TC")>>''Temple Commons''<<elseif tags().includes("F1PC")>>Priest's Cafeteria<<elseif tags().includes("F1PK")>>''Priest's Kitchen''<<elseif tags().includes("F1DR")>>''Dressing Room''<<elseif tags().includes("F1PB")>>''Priest's Bath''<<elseif tags().includes("F1PQ")>>''Priest's Quarters''<<elseif tags().includes("F1ACC")>>''Acolyte Cafeteria''<<elseif tags().includes("F1AK")>>''Acolyte Kitchen''<<elseif tags().includes("F1AD")>>''Acolyte Dorm''<<elseif tags().includes("F1MH")>>''Grand Meeting Hall''<<elseif tags().includes("F1MC")>>''Meeting Corridor''<<elseif tags().includes("F1AP")>>''Apothecary''<<elseif tags().includes("F1AS")>>''Apothecary Storeroom''<<elseif tags().includes("F1WH")>>''Weaving Hall''<<elseif tags().includes("F1SW")>>''L. Stairway Antechamber''<<elseif tags().includes("F2S")>>''U. Stairway Antechamber''<<elseif tags().includes("F2MC1")>>''Main Corridor East''<<elseif tags().includes("F2RR")>>''Recreation Room''<<elseif tags().includes("F2IN")>>''Infirmary''<<elseif tags().includes("F2NC")>>''Novice Classroom''<<elseif tags().includes("F2MC2")>>''Main Corridor Central''<<elseif tags().includes("F2WS")>>''West Storage''<<elseif tags().includes("F2KC")>>''Children's Classroom''<<elseif tags().includes("F2PLR")>>''Playroom''<<elseif tags().includes("F2NH")>>''North Corridor''<<elseif tags().includes("F2PR")>>''Practice Room''<<elseif tags().includes("F2RC")>>''Ritual Chamber''<<elseif tags().includes("F2SC")>>''Oracle''<<elseif tags().includes("F2SH")>>''South Corridor''<<elseif tags().includes("F2N")>>''Nursery''<<elseif tags().includes("F2CD")>>''Communal Dining''<<elseif tags().includes("F2CK")>>''Communal Kitchen''<<elseif tags().includes("F2P")>>''Communal Pantry''<<elseif tags().includes("F2SQ")>>''Servant's Quarters''<<elseif tags().includes("F2B")>>''Barracks''<<elseif tags().includes("F2SS")>>''Servant's Stair''<<elseif tags().includes("F2WQ")>>''Ward Quarters''<<elseif tags().includes("F2NQ")>>''Novice Quarters''<<elseif tags().includes("F2BA")>>''Bathing Area''<<elseif tags().includes("F2MC3")>>''Main Corridor West''<<elseif tags().includes("F2GR1")>>''East Guest Room''<<elseif tags().includes("F2GR2")>>''Center Guest Room''<<elseif tags().includes("F2GR3")>>''West Guest Room''<<elseif tags().includes("F2SW")>>''Storehouse''<<elseif tags().includes("F2SU")>>''L. Stairway Antechamber''<</if>>@@</div>ADD VIRGINITY TAKERS TO FLOWER WIDGET AT BOTTOM! (not necessary?)
ADD MODVAG TO FEMALE SCENES. I think I've been forgetting it.
Manuscript writing and library on first floor.
Add an event after being a woman for so many scenes that trigger being "comfortable" as a woman and let you rename.
modify weight to display relative to height?
lengthen Charis submissive scenes?
make dracaenae more challenging
make bud from fertility brand grow as the pregnancy develops?
reference pregnant belly in some female sex scenes?
royalty-free images of rooms and corridors in the same art style?
with next female sex scene, expand vaginal description
Flesh out custom portrait system
add inventory entry for snake dagger & crimson orb
make vaginal description wiget for female players
Korinna A scene after talking about the ritual
add cock length descriptor to korinna D penetration
go through old passages and add lust gains to seductive actions
Change potion table description after taking/drinking them
think of way to make dialogue 'pop'.
Break up old passages to be shorterPicking up the bottle, you give it a small shake, and note that the liquid is about as fluid as water. The color is a crystal clear blue, so light it almost looks like water as well. Removing the stopper to take a deep whiff, and find it's nearly odorless, except for a faint herbal tingle and a sense of freshness like just after heavy rain. It could be some sort of medicine, or perhaps it's merely water with an herb crushed into it. It seems innocuous, but in reality, you have no idea what it might do. You could chance a small sip to try and determine what it does.
<<if visited("Sip Triangle Bottle") < 1>>[[Take a sip|Sip Triangle Bottle]]<</if>>
<<choice [[Take bottle|Take Triangle Bottle]]>>
<<choice [[Drink it|Drink Triangle Bottle]]>>
<<return [[Deep Ritual Table]]>>Bringing the bottle to your lips, you gingerly try to take only a small sip from the wide mouth. However once the sweet, rich liquid hits your tongue you find yourself greedily gulping, completely unable to stop yourself.
[[Drink it all|Drink Tall Bottle]]With a monumental effort, you manage to drag your heavy body into a sitting position, but the effort leaves you sweating and shaky. After a few minutes of labored breathing, you look around and get a better view of where you are. The room is dim, but the light is sufficient to see, albeit with a dim haze surrounding everything that obscures detail. You are in a large circular room without windows; the floor and ceiling are flat except for a small terraced pond in the center of the room that appears to hold water. The room appears to be made entirely of veined white marble, except for gilt moldings where the wall meets the floor and ceiling that wrap around the circumference of the room.
You are sitting upon a smooth slab of waist-high marble, big enough for a person to lay on top of. A small pad embroidered with curling lines lies where your head was. One wall holds a set of closed doors, made of similar stone to the rest of the room. A large statue of Lysandrim in the nude occupies the opposite side of the room from the doors, before which stands your stone slab, which you assume to be an altar of some sort. Off to one side of the altar is a small table holding several bottles, jars, and other small objects.
Feeling slightly stronger, you start slowly moving your legs to the edge of the altar, and then carefully try to slide off. Your weakened legs, however, cannot fully support your weight so quickly, so you are forced to drop down on one knee to avoid falling over. You decide to sit back against the altar and try to rest until you feel strong enough to stand.
While resting, you attempt to shake off the fog surrounding your memory of what happened before you woke up here, but the only thing you can gather from your disjointed recollections is hearing a loud crack of some kind. After several minutes, however, you hear a noise from the far side of the room, and raise your head in time to see the large doors open and a robed figure walk into the room.
<<modfat -5>>
[[Try to rise]]You hardly feel in a condition to sit up, let alone move around, so you close your eyes and try to rest as best you can on the smooth stone. Drowsing lightly, you casually ponder your current circumstances. It's reasonably clear that you were injured somehow, although aside from your weakness you don't feel any pain or wounds anywhere, nor do you feel any bandages or splints on your body.
Either you were knocked unconscious to the point of not waking up until your wounds were healed and you were close to recovered, or some sort of healing was worked to remove any injuries quickly enough to be gone by the time you awoke. It seems impossible to guess which without some means to at least tell how much time has passed, though. Taking in a deep breath of the fragrant air of the room, you begin sorting through the confused memories of what happened. The only new thing you're able to extract from your mind, however, was hearing a large crack from somewhere around you just before everything went dark.
After several more minutes of rest, you're brought back in to focus by a scraping sound, like smooth stones rubbing together. The sound came from the far side of the room, and in the silence following you can discern the soft sounds of sandals crossing stone and fabric moving.
Feeling strong enough, you prop yourself up on one elbow far enough to get a better view of the room and see a white-robed figure obscured by a hood moving towards you. They skirt around what appears to be a small pond with terraced steps, and as they move closer you guess that the person is likely a woman from the way they move. It would make sense, most of the adherents of Lysandrim are female, aside from the temple guards and laborers.
<<modfat -15>>
[[Try to rise]]You manage to get shakily up on your own two feet, barely. As the person draws near, you take a closer look at them. They're wearing a soft white peplos, which flows down to their feet, over which is laid a grey epiblema, secured at the right shoulder by a peronai in the shape of a woman; a large fold is pulled up over their head as a hood, shadowing their face. Now that you're closer, the shape of their body, their gait, and their height compared to your own make you certain the figure is a woman. As she comes to a stop in front of you, you get the impression of soft grey hair surrounding a face creased with a few shallow lines around her bright brown eyes.
Gazing at you calmly, she says, "I see you're finally awake young man, although perhaps some more rest would have done you good. I am Matron Myrrine, and I imagine you're probably somewhat confused. I'm here to explain a few things and make sure you understand the situation you're in." She gestures for you to sit back down on the altar, "Now, first of all, you were badly injured, a fall I was told, and a nasty one too, off of one of the high cliffs near the village. You'd know better how, assuming your head wasn't jumbled when you hit the ground." Your mind flicks back to your confused recollections of what happened, and they seem to match up with what she's telling you.
She continues, saying, "You were severely injured. Perhaps even fatally, and there was little anyone could do for you. You landed on your back, and it must have been injured somehow because even when you managed to come to for a while you could barely twitch. Combined with that, it was obvious blood was pooling inside you from injuries under the skin. You were brought here, but even with what we know of tending injuries there was very little we could do. Even if you had by some miracle survived, you'd have likely been crippled."
[[Let it sink in]]"Your hair seems mostly straight naturally, but I could make it wavy or even curly if you prefer."
Your hair is currently <<HTDesc>>.
<<if $hairT neq 0>><<link "Straighten your hair">><<ahp 1>><<set $hairT to 0>><<script>>Engine.play("Type")<</script>><</link>><<else>>@@color:grey;Your hair is already straight.@@<</if>>
<<if $hairT neq 1>><<link "Make your hair wavy">><<ahp 1>><<set $hairT to 1>><<script>>Engine.play("Type")<</script>><</link>><<else>>@@color:grey;Your hair is already wavy.@@<</if>>
<<if $hairT neq 2>><<link "Get your hair curled">><<ahp 1>><<set $hairT to 2>><<script>>Engine.play("Type")<</script>><</link>><<else>>@@color:grey;Your hair is already curly.@@<</if>>
[[Finish adjusting hairtype|Acolyte Hairstyling]]rather than completely addicting her, taming her just conditions her to enjoy the player more naturally. Collar of dark fire, doggystyle? avoid against the wall or pulling arms back. Arm around neck? Have her participate more than previous C scenes. Remind her of being seduced by Narimah, have her talk about it a little?abcd - is the abcd hint system on. 1 = yes, 0 = no
Lust - Affects scenes. Your current level of arousal.
fat - Fatigue. Affects scenes.
Lewdness - Affects scenes. How sexually depraved you are.
corruption - Current level of Corruption.
divinity - Current level of Divine influence.
trans - how many total changes you've gone through
hairH - Hair color. 0 brown, 1 blond, 2 black.
eye - Eye color. 0 hazel, 1 green, 2 violet.
BustS - Breast size. AA, A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I.
bodyS - body shape, 0 slim, 1 average, 2 thick-set,
bodyT - body tone, 0 toned, 1 soft
tri - pregnancy stage. 0 = none/not showing at all 1 first trimester 2 second trimester 3 third trimester
DickS - dick size in inches. 1-10
hairP - Pubic hair state.
skinQ - skin state. 0 rough and marred, 1 normal, 2 smooth 3 flawless
skinC - skin color 0 deep tan 1 tanned 2 olive 3 pale 4 bone-white
hairL - hair length
hairT - Hair type 0 straight 1 wavy 2 curly
hairS - hairstyle. 0 = default shaved short or longer wild, unmanaged 1 = loose 2 = simple ponytail 3 = braided chignon 4 = elegant updo 5 = fancy ponytail
genF - Are you a girl. False = boy.
fem - how close you are to being a girl, also affects facial features
outfit - 0 default blue 1 neutral green 2 corrupt purple 3 divine white
hfe - If you took the feminizing elixir
ufe - you used the feminizing elixir
dre - you drank the feminizing elixir
dte - you drank the tall elixir
hte - you have the triangular elixir
ite - you know what the triangle elixir does
ife - you know what the feminizing elixir does
ime - you know what the masculinizing elixir does
MTtl - How your mother addresses you
BSTtl - How Charis addresses you
LSTtl - How Korinna addresses you
LBTtl - How Akakios addresses you
FTtl - How your father addresses you
Mfem - Encountered your mother as a woman
Mcor - You corrupted your mother
Mdiv - you seduced your mother
Mcp - You came inside your mother, naughty boy.
Msex - You let your mother seduce you, whats a little sex between family?
Cbro - You raped Charis, harsh.
Ccp - You came inside Charis
Ccor - You corrupted Charis, not that it took much convincing.
Crit - Charis did the ritual to make you a follower. Or did she?
lcf - you licked Charis' feet like a good little sub
dbc - you got off on Charis' feet while being humiliated. Kinky.
cps - you pleasured Charis
Kcp - You came inside Korinna, but it felt so right.
nyop - pregnant nymph's opinion of you
teo - took oil for nymph
agc - aquired good cheese
nns - true = know solution to nymph
frt - if you have a fertility blessing. 1 = nymph's
cnc - Completed nymph challenge
cnD - corrupted the nymph Diane into Ástoliá. 1= birthed 2= aborted
ahp - how many times you had the acolyte change your hair
hsd - Have Serpentine Dagger
usd - Used Serpentine Dagger
hnf - Have the nymph's favor
hnm - have a bottle of nymph milk
clO - Corrupted the lamiai Ofeía == false
fsc - how many times you've had sex as a woman
vcd - vagina state 0 = virgin
kids - how many children you've given birth to
fm1 - have you found the map true/false
pluck - who took your virginity
jgf - you met the jerk guard as a woman and he'll recognize you as such
preg - are you pregnant true/false
father - who impregnated you for current pregnancy
combat - how many rounds of combat you've failed
ngc - Nymph expects you to be a man
portraits - are portraits enabled true/false
bdl - Beautified Dracaenae
utl&usl&ucl - unlocked triangle, square, and circle locks!!@@.blue;Ward Dormitory@@
Another large-ish room of the ever-present marble stretches before you. Reasonably well-lit, it's a simple room filled with a jumble of scuffed furniture, mostly narrow, single beds, once-colorful sheets of thick cloth, worn and stained line the walls. Cloth and wooden toys in various states of disrepair are strewn about, along with random child-sized bits of clothing.
Not much else sticks out; there doesn't appear much point to this room other than sleeping since this is likely where children taken in by the temple stay. A door to the east leads back to the corridor. You take another quick look around, but nothing seems to be relevant to the trial.
[[Leave|South Corridor]]Warning, this work contains material of an adult and potentially extreme nature. Please only continue if you are of age to view explicit material. Also, please note that this game is intended for the purposes of fictional entertainment, we done not in any way condone the perpetration of illegal or abusive acts in real life.
Furthermore, while it is potentially possible to avoid any scene in the game, those unable to accept content or themes including but not limited to:
Bestiality (including animals and monsters both sapient and not)
Incest
Non-Consensual Sex (preformed both by and to the player)
BDSM & FemDom
Adultery
Impregnation & Pregnancy
Transformation (MtF, FtM, various appearance changes)
Homoeroticism (mainly F/F, small amounts of M/M planned)
Prostitution
Light Blood
Death (Not necrophilia)
Anal Sex
Slavery
Drug Use (Consensual and Non-Consensual)
Scenes of an extremely graphic nature (will come with a warning tag and always be a clear choice to avoid)
May wish to avoid proceeding further. (Please note that at this time not all of the above themes are in the game, but are either likely to be added or are already planned to be added at some point. During alpha and beta stages this list may expand or shrink and is not set in stone, please keep this in mind.)
[[Start Walking|Preface]]!!@@.blue;Weaving Hall@@
You find yourself back in the weaving hall. The large, well-lit room is still strewn with looms, and tables heavy with linen and wool cloth of every hue. The grand loom in the center and the three sisters are nowhere to be seen, though. Taking a quick look around, you see baskets full of raw wool and spun yarn, high stools with spindles and distaves set aside nearby.
In the southwest corner, a plain wooden door is set in the wall, a quick peek inside reveals a small, ordinary storeroom filled with more baskets, as well as chests, presumably full of cloth or materials. Large braziers stand in each corner, and several more hanging from the ceiling adequately light the entirety of the room. Nothing else catches your eye.
[[Leave|Meeting Corridor]]!!@@.blue;Storage Room (E)@@
Returning to the dim storeroom, nothing much has changed. Stacks of furniture fill most of the space, with large baskets and boxes strewn about as well. A quick look shows nothing interesting most are filled with short rolls of cloth bandages, folded stacks of sheets, wooden tablets, or gypsum writing sticks. The stone plinth and bird are nowhere to be seen, unsurprisingly.
You don't see anything of import, it's just an ordinary storeroom.
[[Leave|Main Corridor 1]]<<widget "PName">><<if visited("Feminine Acceptance")>><<print $PlayerNameF>><<else>><<print $PlayerName>><</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "abcd">><<if $abcd == true>><<print $args[0]>><</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "he">><<if $genF == false>>he<<else>>she<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "impreg">><<if $frt == 1>><span class="test"><p><<linkreplace "Rub the brand below your stomach">>@@.yellow;Unconciously moving a hand down to the mark under your belly, you rub it gently, and a subtle warmth suffuses your lower body.@@<<set $father to $args[1]>><<set $preg to true>><</linkreplace>></p></span><<elseif random(1, 100) > $args[0]>><<set $father to $args[1]>><<set $preg to true>><p>@@.yellow;A tiny, almost unnoticeable pinprick of heat flares in your lower abdomen before fading away as quickly as it appeared.@@</p><<else>><p>@@color:grey;You have a faint sense of having narrowly dodged a bullet that quickly passes.@@</p><</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "modfat">><<set $fat to Math.clamp($fat + $args[0], 0, 100)>><<if $args[0] > 0>>@@.yellow;+<<print $args[0]>> Fatigue@@<<else>>@@.green;<<print $args[0]>> Fatigue@@<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "modsexfat">><<if $outfit is 3>>
@@.grey;Your outfit prevented you from becoming fatigued.@@
<<else>><<set $fat to Math.clamp($fat + $args[0], 0, 100)>><<if $args[0] > 0>>@@.yellow;+<<print $args[0]>> Fatigue@@<<else>>@@.green;<<print $args[0]>> Fatigue@@<</if>><</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "modlus">><<if $outfit is 2>><<set $lust to Math.clamp($lust + $args[0], 0, 75)>><<elseif $outfit is 3 and tags().includes("event")>><<set $lust to Math.clamp($lust + $args[0] * 2, 0, 100)>><<else>><<set $lust to Math.clamp($lust + $args[0], 0, 100)>><</if>><<if $args[0] > 0>>@@.yellow;+<<print $args[0]>> Lust@@<<else>>@@.green;<<print $args[0]>> Lust@@<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "modfem">><<if $fem < 10>><<set $fem to Math.clamp($fem + $args[0], 0, 10)>>@@.pink;You feel a strange shifting in your midsection that quickly fades.@@<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "modcor">><<set $corruption to Math.clamp($corruption + $args[0], 0, 20)>><</widget>>
<<widget "moddiv">><<set $divinity to Math.clamp($divinity + $args[0], 0, 20)>><</widget>>
<<widget "modlew">><<set $lewd to Math.clamp($lewd + $args[0], 0, 100)>><<if $args[0] > 0>>@@.red;+<<print $args[0]>> Lewdness@@<<else>>@@.green;<<print $args[0]>> Lewdness@@<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "modfgt">><<set $combat to Math.clamp($combat + $args[0], 0, 10)>><</widget>>
<<widget "modnym">><<set $nyop to Math.clamp($nyop + $args[0], 0, 100)>><</widget>>
<<widget "moddic">><<set $dickS to Math.clamp($dickS + $args[0], 1, 10)>><<if $genF == false>><<if $args[0] > 0>>@@.blue;You feel a shifting in your groin, as if it's gotten a bit bigger.@@<<else>>@@.pink;You feel your groin contract, as if it suddenly became smaller.@@<</if>><</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "modtit">><<set $bustS to Math.clamp($bustS + $args[0], 1, 10)>><<if $genF == true>><<if $args[0] > 0>>@@.pink;You feel a shifting in your chest, as if it's gotten a bit bigger.@@<<else>>@@.blue;You feel your chest contract, as if it became a bit smaller.@@<</if>><</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "modhgt">><<set $height to Math.clamp($height + $args[0], 60, 83)>><</widget>>
<<widget "modtra">><<set $trans to Math.clamp($trans + $args[0], 0, 100)>><</widget>>
<<widget "modHL">><<set $hairL to Math.clamp($hairL + $args[0], 0, 66)>><</widget>>
<<widget "modSQ">><<set $skinQ to Math.clamp($skinQ + $args[0], 0, 3)>><</widget>>
<<widget "modvag">><<set $vcd to Math.clamp($vcd + $args[0], 0, 20)>><</widget>>
<<widget "modBS">><<set $bodyS to Math.clamp($bodyS + $args[0], 0, 2)>><</widget>>
<<widget "modsex">><<set $fsc to Math.clamp($fsc + $args[0], 0, 100)>><</widget>>
<<widget "modtri">><<set $tri to Math.clamp($tri + $args[0], 0, 4)>><</widget>>
<<widget "modkid">><<set $kids to Math.clamp($kids + $args[0], 0, 99)>><</widget>>
<<widget "ahp">><<set $ahp to Math.clamp($ahp + $args[0], 0, 100)>><</widget>>
<<widget "alter">><<if $divinity >= 2 and $divinity > $corruption>><<set $hairH to 1; $eyeC to 1>><<elseif $corruption >= 2 and $corruption > $divinity>><<set $hairH to 2; $eyeC to 2>><<else>><<set $hairH to 0; $eyeC to 0>><</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "EyeDesc">><<if $eyeC == 0>>hazel<<elseif $eyeC == 1>>green<<elseif $eyeC ==2>>violet<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "HCDesc">><<if $hairH == 0>>brown<<elseif $hairH == 1>>@@.divine;blond@@<<elseif $hairH == 2>>@@.corrupt;black@@<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "HLDesc">><<if $hairL == 0>>close-shaven<<elseif $hairL > 0 and $hairL < 5>>short<<elseif $hairL > 4 and $hairL < 13>>shoulder-length<<elseif $hairL > 12 and $hairL < 25>>long<<elseif $hairL > 24 and $hairL < 36>>very long<<elseif $hairL > 35 and $hairL < 48>>ass-length<<elseif $hairL > 47 and $hairL < 60>>calf-length<<elseif $hairL > 59>>floor-length<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "HTDesc">><<if $hairT == 0>>straight<<elseif $hairT == 1>>wavy<<elseif $hairT == 2>>curly<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "HSDesc">><<if $hairL == 0>>cropped short to your scalp<<elseif $hairS == 0 and $hairL > 0>>hanging wild and untended<<elseif $hairS == 1 and $hairL > 0>>flowing free in loose, well-kept locks<<elseif $hairS == 2 and $hairL > 0>>pulled out of the way in a simple ponytail<<elseif $hairS == 3 and $hairL > 0>>braided and pinned up in a classic chignon, held in place by elegant ivory hairpins<<elseif $hairS == 4 and $hairL > 0>>heaped atop your head in a fashionable pile, affixed in place and supported by colorful ribbons and wire mesh<<elseif $hairS == 5 and $hairL > 0>>gathered up in an elaborate ponytail threaded with strings of colorful beads and small pearls<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "FullHair">>You have <<HLDesc>>, <<HTDesc>> <<HCDesc>> hair, currently <<HSDesc>>.<</widget>>
<<widget "SkinColor">><<if $skinC == 0>>deeply tanned<<elseif $skinC == 1>>lightly tanned<<elseif $skinC == 2>>olive<<elseif $skinC == 3>>ivory pale<<elseif $skinC == 4>>pallid white<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "SkinTexture">><<if $skinQ == 0>>blemished and coarse<<elseif $skinQ == 1>>flawed and rough<<elseif $skinQ == 2>>clear and smooth<<elseif $skinQ == 3>>glossy and soft<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "FullSkin">>Your <<SkinColor>> skin is <<SkinTexture>> to the touch.<</widget>>
<<widget "Tone">><<if $bodyT is 0>>toned<<else>>soft<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "SumDesc">>Overall you have a <<if $bodyS > 0 and $bodyT == 0>> toned, <<elseif $bodyS > 0 and $bodyT == 1>>soft, <</if>><<BodyDesc>> body with <<if $genF is false>>masculine lines.<<else>>feminine curves.<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "BodyDesc">><<if $bodyS is 0 and $bodyT is 0 and $genF is true>>svelte<<elseif $bodyS is 0 and $bodyT is 0>>trim<<elseif $bodyS is 0>>slender<<elseif $bodyS is 1>>average<<elseif $body is 2 and $genF is true>>fleshy<<elseif $body is 2>>thick-set<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "FaceDesc">><<if $fem == 0>>a masculine face with strong lines and handsome features<<elseif $fem == 1 or $fem == 2>>a masculine face with soft lines and handsome features<<elseif $fem == 3 or $fem == 4>>an almost androgynous face with soft lines and attractive features<<elseif $fem == 5 or $fem == 6>>an androgynous face with soft curves and attractive features<<elseif $fem == 7 or $fem == 8>>a feminine face with soft curves and pretty features<<elseif $fem == 9 or $fem == 10>>a gorgeous face with soft curves and beautiful features<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "LegDesc">><<if $fem == 0>>Strong legs with well-muscled calves and thighs culminate in broad, callused feet.<<elseif $fem == 1 or $fem == 2>>Strong legs with well-muscled calves and thighs culminate in average, callused feet.<<elseif $fem == 3 or $fem == 4>>Lean legs with trim calves and thighs culminate in smooth, average feet.<<elseif $fem == 5 or $fem == 6>>Noticeable hips and smooth legs culminate in a pair of soft, slim feet.<<elseif $fem == 7 or $fem == 8>>Rounded hips and smooth, shapely legs culminate in a pair of soft, slim feet.<<elseif $fem == 9 or $fem == 10>>Round, full hips and smooth, shapely legs culminate in a pair of soft, delicate feet.<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "TumDesc">><</widget>>
<<widget "FullTorso">><<if $genF == false>>You are perhaps slightly slimmer than your father, but you mostly share his well-balanced medium build<<else>>You are perhaps slightly slimmer than your mother, but you mostly share her well-balanced medium build<</if>>, with <<if $fem < 3>>broad, muscular<<elseif $fem > 7>>slender, graceful<<else>>average, well-shaped<</if>> shoulders<<if $genF is true>>, <<BustDesc>> <<CupSize>> breasts,<</if>> <<if $preg == true and $tri > 0>><<switch $tri>><<case 1>>and a slightly plump belly carrying a few extra pounds<<case 2>>and a smooth, round stomach that is unmistakably pregnant<<case 3>>and a huge, pregnant belly that dominates your small frame and even the most cursory of glances could not miss<</switch>><<else>>and a flat stomach with <<if $bodyT is 0>>visible abs<<else>>an attractively thin layer of fat<</if>><</if>>. <<if $frt == 1 and $genF == true>>A dark green brand in the shape of a rounded triangle made of vines rests just below your navel<<if $preg == true>>, and now has a large green bud growing out in its center<</if>>.<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "CupSize">><<if $bustS == 1>>AA cup<<elseif $bustS == 2>>A cup<<elseif $bustS == 3>>B cup<<elseif $bustS == 4>>C cup<<elseif $bustS == 5>>D cup<<elseif $bustS == 6>>E cup<<elseif $bustS == 7>>F cup<<elseif $bustS == 8>>G cup<<elseif $bustS == 9>>H cup<<elseif $bustS == 10>>I cup<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "BustDesc">><<if $bustS == 1 or $bustS == 2>><<print $bustaT.random()>><<elseif $bustS == 3 or $bustS == 4>><<print $bustaS.random()>><<elseif $bustS == 5 or $bustS == 6>><<print $bustaA.random()>><<elseif $bustS == 7 or $bustS == 8>><<print $bustaL.random()>><<elseif $bustS == 9 or $bustS == 10>><<print $bustaH.random()>><</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "DickDesc">><<if $dickS == 1 or $dickS == 2>><<print $dickaT.random()>><<elseif $dickS == 3 or $dickS == 4>><<print $dickaS.random()>><<elseif $dickS == 5 or $dickS == 6>><<print $dickaA.random()>><<elseif $dickS == 7 or $dickS == 8>><<print $dickaL.random()>><<elseif $dickS == 9 or $dickS == 10>><<print $dickaH.random()>><</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "VagDesc">><<if $vcd == 0>>virginal<<elseif $vcd <= 5>>tight<<elseif $vcd <= 10>>developed<<elseif $vcd <= 20>>well-worn<<elseif $vcd <= 30>>loose<<elseif $vcd > 30>>gaping<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "Flower">><<if $pluck == "lamiai">>You lost your virginity to the tail of a monstrous lamiai.<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "FullCloth">><<if $outfit is 0>>You are wearing a blue linen chiton, decorated with simple geometric patterns in orange and yellow. Clasped at the shoulders and secured around the waist by a simple belt, it is somewhat shorter than an everyday chiton, reaching only to your knees, and would be suitable for physical activity. A fold is pulled up and tucked into your belt to form a kolpos, and simple leather sandals are strapped to your feet.<<elseif $outfit is 1>>You are wearing a simple green chiton made of an unfamiliar, but comfortable material. Clasped at the shoulder and secured around the waist by a fine leather belt, it falls in elegant folds down to your ankles. Part of it is pulled up and tucked into your belt to make a kolpos, and leather sandals seamed with gold thread are strapped to your feet. The garment is partially shielding you from Lysandrim's influence, preventing your lust from slowly rising on its own.<<elseif $outfit is 2 and $genF is false>>You are wearing a deep purple robe in a foreign style, decorated with embroidered black lotuses and silver concentric circles. The chest is mostly open, exposing your <<Tone>>, <<SkinColor>> torso for all to see. A handful of the full-length skirt is pulled up under the silken black sash in the front and back, to create sweeping tiers of folds that catch the eye as you move. A pouch is tied to the sash to hold your things, and cloth slippers with leather soles and pointy arched toes are just visible under the skirt. The garment prevents your lust from completely overtaking you, but also amplifies Lysandrim's influence, making your lust rise more quickly on its own.<<elseif $outfit is 2>>You are wearing a deep purple robe in a foreign style. Made of unfamiliar material, it's decorated with embroidered black lotuses on the front and back of the skirt, as well as tiny silver snakes all along the hems and seams. Looping around the back of your neck, it covers your <<BustDesc>> breasts and sides but not much else, leaving most of your <<Tone>>, <<SkinColor>> torso and back exposed.
A silken black sash encircles your waist and is secured with a silver lion-head clasp, a pouch tied at one hip to hold your things. The skirt is separated into four parts below the hip, two thinner parts in front and back, and two wider parts covering the sides, with wide openings to show off your legs in-between. Matching cloth slippers with pointy arched toes and leather soles peek out from under them. The garment prevents your lust from completely overtaking you, but also amplifies Lysandrim's influence, making your lust rise more quickly on its own.<<elseif $outfit is 3 and $genF is false>>You are wearing a pristine white exomie, made of an unfamiliar yet exquisite material woven thin enough to be slightly sheer. Shorter than the average chiton, it reaches to just above your knees and would be ideal for most types of physical activity. Intricate patterns of flowers and vines in gold thread line the edges, and the shoulder is clasped with a gold peronai in the shape of a vine of ivy, inset with green gems for leaves. Secured at the waist by a fine leather belt with a simple gold buckle, you've tucked part of the lower half into it to form a kolpos to stow your things. Fine leather sandals adorn your feet, with thin straps crossing up your calves to just below your knees. This outfit prevents fatigue due to sex but also makes you more vulnerable to things that inflame your lust.<<elseif $outfit is 3>>You are wearing a pristine white peplos, made of an unfamiliar material that is woven thinly enough to be slightly sheer. Instead of being pinned at the shoulders and sides, it is gathered up in folds at the front and back by an ornate, gold neckpiece, giving the whole garment a creased look. The two sides come to meet just below your waist, leaving your arms and sides completely bare. The back is gathered up in a tight bunch that falls unimpeded from neck to floor in a straight line, flaring out near the waist towards your sides, leaving most of your back uncovered.
The front is gathered up again at the waist by a belt of similar make to the neckpiece, making the creased skirt hug your hips tightly and fall in even deeper folds than the rest of the garment. Oddly, the belt does not cinch the back as well but runs under it instead, and a finely made leather pouch is tied to it at one side. On your feet are a pair of ornate leather sandals with straps crisscrossing your calves to just below the knee. This outfit prevents fatigue due to sex but also makes you more vulnerable to things that inflame your lust.<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "ShortCloth">><<if $outfit is 0>>blue chiton<<elseif $outfit is 1>>green chiton<<elseif $outfit is 2>>purple robes<<elseif $outfit is 3 and $genF is false>>white exomie<<elseif $outfit is 3>>white peplos<</if>><</widget>>
<<widget "NymN">><<if $cnD > 0>>Ástoliá<<elseif visited("Nymph Befriend") and $cnD == 0>>Diane<<else>>the nymph<</if>><</widget>><<if $portraits == true>><img src="img/Player.png"/><</if>>\
Pulling out the mirror Myrrine gave you, you take stock of the current state of your body. You are <<PName>>, a <<print Math.trunc($height / 12)>>′<<print $height % 12>>″, <<if $tri == 1 and $bodyS == 1>>132lb<<elseif $tri == 2 and $bodyS == 1>>140lbs<<elseif $tri == 3 and $bodyS == 1>>158lb<<elseif $bodyS == 1>>130lb<<elseif $tri == 1 and $bodyS == 0>>122lb<<elseif $tri == 2 and $bodyS == 0>>130lbs<<elseif $tri == 3 and $bodyS == 0>>148lb<<elseif $bodyS == 0>>120lb<<elseif $tri == 1 and $bodyS == 2>>152lb<<elseif $tri == 2 and $bodyS == 2>>160lbs<<elseif $tri == 3 and $bodyS == 2>>178lb<<elseif $bodyS == 2>>150lb<</if>>, 19-year-old woman.
<<FullCloth>>
<<FullHair>> <<if $eyeC == 0>>Dark hazel<<elseif $eyeC == 1>>@@.divine;Emerald green@@<<elseif $eyeC ==2>>@@.corrupt;Deep violet@@<</if>> eyes peer out from under long lashes in <<FaceDesc>>, which bears a strong resemblance to your mother.
<<SumDesc>> <<FullSkin>> <<FullTorso>> <<LegDesc>>
<<if $vcd == 0>>Your virgin slit is still tight and untouched.<<elseif $vcd <= 5>>Your fresh slit is still tight and pink, but your virginity was taken by <<print $pluck>>.<<elseif $vcd <= 10>>Your pink slit is starting to open from use, you lost your virginity to <<print $pluck>>.<</if>> <<if $tri > 1>>You suspect the father of the child you're carrying is <<print $father>>.<</if>>
[[Return|$return]]<<if $portraits == true>><img src="img/Player.png"/><</if>>\
Pulling out the mirror Myrrine gave you, you take stock of the current state of your body. You are <<PName>>, a <<print Math.trunc($height / 12)>>′<<print $height % 12>>″, <<if $bodyS == 0>>170lb<<elseif $bodyS == 1>>180lb<<elseif $bodyS == 2>>200lb<</if>>, 19-year-old man.
<<FullHair>> <<if $eyeC == 0>>Dark hazel<<elseif $eyeC == 1>>@@.divine;Emerald green@@<<elseif $eyeC ==2>>@@.corrupt;Deep violet@@<</if>> eyes peer out from <<FaceDesc>>, which you have been told is a striking mix of your father's strong, broad looks and your mother's elegantly sculpted beauty.
<<FullCloth>>
<<SumDesc>> <<FullSkin>> <<FullTorso>> <<LegDesc>>
Your <<DickDesc>> manhood is about <<print $dickS>> inches long.
[[Return|$return]] If it works either way, it doesn't really matter, you guess. Shrugging, you hold out the sprig of heather, waving it under the nose of Akrágos. He seems unimpressed, at first, but his expression quickly changes when you explain what the flower represents.
The randy little man tries to hide it, but you can see the eagerness creeping into his eyes, and his attention is fully fixed on the flower as he licks his lips and says, "Well, I guess that'd be okay, even if it is only one little favor..." It's obvious how much he wants the boon, perhaps you should dig a little deeper into why before handing it over. Or, you could hand it over to him and be done with this.
[[Hand it over|Pan Nymph Obtain]]
[[Interrogate the pan|Pan Nymph Truth]] Whispering into the fragrant bloom, you wait expectantly for the dryad to appear, glancing around at the woods. Akrágos is mystified by your behavior, scratching his head and looking around in confusion along with you, "Heya, buddy, you, uh, okay? Is talkin' ta flowers sumthin' ya normally do, or...? Well, not that I really care, but do ya want the bottle or not? What're we doing?" You hold up a finger to quiet him down as you wait; it shouldn't take too long for her to get here, hopefully.
Luckily, your assumption isn't too far off the mark, as a feminine silhouette slides from the treeline and gracefully strolls over to you only a few minutes later<<if visited("Nymph Seduction 1")>>.<<else>>, despite her gravid belly.<</if>> She smiles at you, but when her gaze lands on the little pan, her brows knit into a look of concern, "Dare I ask why you've called for my aid here, in the presence of...such company?" You can't help feeling a little abashed about the implications of what you expect her to do as you explain the situation to the beautiful dryad.
Folding her arms under her full chest, <<if visited("Nymph Befriend")>>the nymph<<else>>Diane<</if>> looks down on the goat man, her expression ominously judgemental, "Oh? And just how did you get your hands on a bottle of Ekstasis? Ly usually manages to monopolize most of the supply and drinks it immediately. Though Oraíodia did mention she gave the last bottle she made to a handsome lad who helped her out of a bind and then gave her some tender 'comforting' afterward. Actually, now that I think about it, she did say he only got to have a taste before it vanished mysteriously the second he turned his back..." You also turn your gaze to look down at the diminutive man, who is sweating profusely now.
Taking a step back under the force of your combined stares, Akrágos holds up a hand in front of him, stuttering, "W-well hold on now, ya can't just go accusin' little ol' me just on account of some mortal buffoon losing a bottle of wine, there's no proof! I, uh got this bottle from an ol' man I helped out, living in a little hut in a forest, he had no idea where it'd come from, but he didn't care for wine so he gave it to me as thanks! Swear on my momma's life! Anyway, we doin' a trade or not?"
The dryad looks over at you, "It's your boon, young <<if $genF == true>>lady<<else>>man<</if>>, I'm obligated to do as you ask. I would have to keep him company if you wish, though that won't win you any favors with me or my sisters. Or, I could leave this bottle in your care as your boon, and drag this little...goat off to answer to my sister and her lover, and 'entertain' him our way." Akrágos is looking at you with pleading eyes, sweat pouring off him; the correct choice seems obvious, but it is true there isn't any real proof...
[[Hand the pan over to her|Punished Pan]]
[[Hand her over to Akrágos|Betrayed Nymph]] Whispering the name you gave her into the flower you wait a few moments. You're going to feel foolish if this ends up not working, but before too long a sickly sweet smell, like ripe fruit just starting to go bad, surrounds you, and a familiar figure struts out from the treeline. Ástoliá wastes no time with pleasantries, draping her nude body over you and cooing, "Oh Master, it feels like it's been an eternity since you left! Mmm, you're so cold, leaving me all alone, with no company to warm my...heart..." <<if visited("Nymph Corrupt")>>You raise an eyebrow and point out she's got two newborns to keep her occupied, but she just waves a hand dismissively, "Oh it'll be years before they're old enough to play with me, and besides the void in my heart needs a certain something only my Master can provide..."<</if>>
You're not sure if she's realized you have an audience; the nymph hasn't acknowledged Akrágos' presence at all as she continues, "So, how can your little slut service you today, Master? You're not still doing that moron's stupid trial, are you? Need me to work out all that pent-up lust?" She's practically slipping your clothes off already, and tempting as it is to let her continue, business comes first. Pulling her hands off of you, you forcibly turn her head until there's no way she can't see the pan and explain that he has something you want.
Sighing dramatically, Ástoliá pouts, "What could he possibly have that my Master would- oooh is that a bottle of Ekstasis? The divine dunce loves that stuff more than ambrosia, how on Gaia did such a wretched creature get an ENTIRE bottle!?" Her jaw drops as she turns towards the goat man, and fortunately, he seems too distracted by the view to register the insult. Leering openly at her nude body, Akrágos gives a little shrug, "Detail schmetails, what's more important is what you're willin' to do to get it."
Your nymph doesn't seem thrilled by the implication, and, still pouting, she turns back to you and bats her lashes at you, "Masterrr, can't we just...take it? The little gremlin probably stole it anyway, and what's he gonna do, chase us down on those stubby little hooves?" It's not as if the thought hadn't crossed your mind, but you point out that it would be easier for you to have her do what he wants for a day or two since you still have to finish the trial anyway, and she was just complaining about being lonely. Wrinkling her nose in distaste, Ástoliá's pout turns into a frown, "I'm not THAT desperate; I said that so *Master* would fuck me, not hand me off to some...dubious goat man. Ugh, fiiine, I'll do it if you want, Master, but if I'm going to have to 'entertain' him for several days, can I at least do it on MY terms?"
Her pout has returned, and she's looking at you with puppy-dog eyes. You guess it doesn't matter so long as the spirit of the terms are kept; it's not like he's going to lodge a formal complaint with your village chief. But she is your woman, and she's dragging her feet while trying to wriggle out of doing something you want her to do; it could set a bad example to cave now, so maybe you should insist she do exactly as the randy goat wants. Or, you could just take the bottle and leave.
[[Insist she do as Akrágos wants|Pan Slut 2]]
[[Let her do as she pleases|Pan Domme]]
[[Just take the damn bottle|Pan Nymph Murder]] Rubbing your temples, you tell Ástoliá to just take the damn bottle, but growl that this had better not blow up in your face. Quick as thought, a vine (or is it a root?) whips out and plucks the bottle from Akrágos, offering it to you as your fucktoy beams happily, probably relieved that she won't have to service the diminutive goat-man. The pan squawks in protest, but more vine-like tendrils sprout up and wrap around him and his mouth, gagging him.
Taking the bottle, you start to turn away, but the naked nymph presses up against you quickly, purring, "Whoa now, what's the hurry, M-a-s-t-e-r? We're all alone now, so why don't you have some fun, you must have some pent-up stress from that silly trial, just let it all out with my body..." While she's probably not wrong, spending more time around her is likely to make that problem worse rather than solving it; besides, she's already acting spoiled, so you shouldn't reward her for it any more than you already have. Pointing out that you're not actually alone, you tell her you'll have plenty of time to play with her after you've taken care of the trial.
Pulling away from her, somewhat forcibly since she was reluctant to release you, you walk towards the door, tucking the bottle away. As you near the door you hear the distinctly displeased voice of Ástoliá behind you, saying, "Agh! This is all YOUR fault, master just couldn't stomach the thought of ravaging me in front of an ugly little troglodyte like you!" Closely following is the sound of a loud, crunchy SNAP, which almost makes you stop and turn your head to look, but...perhaps it's better not to.
<<set $hwb to true>>\
<<modcor 2>>\
[[Continue|Communal Kitchen]] Rolling your eyes to the heavens, you sigh and give her your permission. Beaming, Ástoliá gives your crotch a playful squeeze and whispers a thank you as she twirls her tongue inside your ear for a few seconds before stepping over and swiping the bottle from the puny pan, holding it out for you. After you take it, she turns back to Akrágos, hands on her hips and a disdainful look on her face.
Tossing her head, the nymph growls, "Well then, let's get this over with. The sooner we get started, the sooner you can beg me to stop." Turning, she stalks away back towards the tree line, leaving the little goat man looking uncertain, probably questioning the wisdom of this deal. Just when you suspect he might actually make a break for it, several thick vine or root-like tentacles shoot out of the grass and wrap around the pan, dragging him across the ground after the nymph.
You wonder if you should feel bad, but given how he was acting earlier, you figure Akrágos could stand to learn to be more careful what he wishes for. As you turn to leave, you hear the distant voice of Ástoliá saying, "Oh shut up, my master probably won't ask me to do this to him very often, so the least you can do is make yourself useful by letting me practice on you...stop your complaining, or I'll make them even tighter, it'd be *such* a shame if I were to 'accidentally' squeeze the life out of you." Shrugging to yourself, since it all sounds like a whole lot of not your problem anymore, you step through the doorway.
<<set $hwb to true>>\
<<modlus 10>>
<<modcor 2>>\
<<modlew 5>>
[[Continue|Communal Kitchen]] Shaking your head in exasperation, you give the nymph a steady, unamused stare, a flicker of black fire steeling your gaze. If she's your woman, she needs to do as you say, when you say it, preferably with enthusiasm, and you tell her this bluntly. Realizing her mistake, Ástoliá straightens her back and bows her head, "I'm sorry, Master, I got so lonely being so far away from you that I let my desires run wild when you called for me." Pulling away from you, she stands next to Akrágos, hands folded in front of her, looking suitably contrite.
The goat-man looks a little bemused, "So, uh, do we have a deal then? Was gettin' a bit worried for a second there, never seen a nymph act or talk like that before..." You give the little man a stare as well, just to let him know who's in charge before you slowly nod. Holding your hand out for what you are owed, Akrágos starts to pass over the bottle but pauses at the last second, eyes flicking between the two of you, "And, she'll do *whatever* I want?"
Sighing in annoyance, you grab the bottle from him and tell him that she'll do anything, within reason, for a couple of days, your tone terse. The randy goat's sleazy smile slowly returns, and he starts off for the treeline with a spring in his step, new toy in tow. Ástoliá looks resigned as she follows him; it's not what you'd call enthusiasm, but it's a step in the right direction.
You've barely had time to turn away and start for the door before the distinct sound of skin slapping against skin, followed by a woman's cries, drifts back through the trees; it seems they're not wasting any time getting started. Apologizing briefly to Ástoliá in your head, you walk through the door and find yourself back in the familiar kitchen of the temple. Maybe you'll make it up to her once you've finished here if you feel like it.
<<set $hwb to true>>\
<<modlus 10>>
<<modcor 1>>\
<<modlew 5>>
[[Continue|Communal Kitchen]] Not really caring what the little goat plans to do with her, you hand over the heather flower, taking the bottle and tucking it away. Akrágos practically vibrates with excitement as he clutches the little sprig, staring at it like it's made of solid gold. Snapping out of it after a few seconds with a shake of his head, the grubby pan looks up at you with a grin, "Well, thanks for this kiddo, hope you get your money's worth out of ol' Golddick with that, or whatever you use it for, hell, drink it ya'self for all I care. I've some 'additional business' to attend to now, so farewell!"
With that, the little man hurries back to the treeline with his prize in hand. You could just leave now, but perhaps you should follow him, just to make sure he doesn't do anything too bad to <<if visited("Nymph Befriend")>>the nymph<<else>>Diane<</if>>, you are kinda responsible after all. It's definitely not your perverse curiosity demanding to see how this plays out talking, either.
<<set $hwb to true>>\
<<set $hnf to false>>\
[[Follow after Akrágos|Nymph Slave]]
[[Just leave|Communal Kitchen]] Your curiosity is piqued, so you pull the flower back, giving Akrágos a flat look and demanding to know why he's so desperate for just one little favor he can barely contain himself. The little pot-bellied ner-do-well's eyes widen, and he tries to play innocent, but after several more minutes of grilling and threatening to walk away, you finally pry the truth from his reluctant lips.
"Bah, just use your imagination kid, you could have her do A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G; a boon is more than a favor for a spiritual being, it's an acknowledgment that your soul owes a debt. I can't believe she just handed one over, and in a physical form that could be traded no less; I mean, I guess for you to call it in over a long distance, a regular favor wouldn't really work, but still. She musta figured you wouldn't know how to use it properly as a mortal; still stupid as fuck, though." Shaking his head in disbelief, the small goat continues.
"I really mean it when I say she has to do ANYTHING someone holding that asks, no limits. You can just say, 'be my personal fucktoy for life' or, 'marry me and be my devoted wife' or even, 'become my obedient, willing slave' and BAM, you're set. There's no resisting or breaking it; one's very being will rewrite itself to fulfill a boon, if need be. They're dangerous as hell, so she's gotta be a fuckin' airhead, not that I care...you did say she was a hottie, right? So, uhh, how about we get this trade on, huh, buddy?"
Akrágos is looking at you pleadingly, but honestly the effect is just offputting on his disheveled little pug-face. But this information is enlightening. Should you still go through with the trade or maybe reconsider your options?
[[Hand the flower over anyways|Pan Nymph Obtain]]
[[Reconsider|Pan Trade]] Well, there may not be any solid proof, but one look at the greasy little lech would be enough for anyone to say he's done something deserving punishment. Plus, you'd rather be on the hot naked nymph's good side than some random little goat man's. Telling yourself he brought it on himself, you only feel slightly chagrined as you tell her she can take him.
<<if visited("Nymph Befriend")>>The nymph<<else>>Diane<</if>> grins like a cat, and when Akrágos opens his mouth to protest, some sort of root-like vines shoot out from the ground and wrap around his face, gagging him. Swiping the bottle from him with a smile, the nude beauty wags a finger, happily purring, "Now now, I don't think anyone wants to hear another word out of that coarse, vulgar mouth of yours, you thieving little runt." She smugly presents the bottle she plucked from his hands to you.
Taking it in hand, you look sideways at Akrágos, wondering what exactly they're gonna do to the goat man. It probably won't be too bad, right? Either way though, it's not really your problem, you muse, as the dryad bids you farewell and starts walking back towards the trees, Akrágos being dragged behind her by several more of those moving vines, whimpering.
Stowing the bottle, you turn back towards the door to the temple, already considering how it could be used.
<<set $hwb to true>>\
<<set $hnf to false>>\
[[Continue|Communal Kitchen]] While you're not exactly well-acquainted, <<if visited("Nymph Befriend")>>the nymph<<else>>Diane<</if>> has been nothing but pleasant and charming to you. Which is why it must come as a big surprise when you tell her, in no uncertain terms, that she needs to do whatever Akrágos wants for an entire week. Not quite sure why you did it, you must admit you find her open-mouthed incredulity quite gratifying.
The little goat man is just as shocked, though it quickly morphs into glee; no surprise there, he'd probably only expected a day or two but you gave him a whole week. The nymph does not look nearly so pleased and is ready to express it, but you raise an eyebrow at Akrágos, and he hastily chimes in, "Whoa there sweet cheeks, why don'tcha keep that pretty mouth shut unless spoken to. Or moanin' like a bitch, that's fine too." Her eyes narrow to slits as she glares daggers at the two of you, but that's all she can do now.
The little pan, on the other hand, is grinning like a madman and practically shoves the bottle of wine into your hands, "Here, take it, take it. I've got some 'business' to get down to. I won't forget this, though pal, nobody's ever been this nice to me. You need anything, you just ask. Unless it's about money, can't help you there." Practically skipping, the randy goat orders the nymph onto all fours and wastes no time sinking his engorged prick into her, "Fuuuuck yeah, that's the stuff. Oh, and don't you worry about this little fille holdin' a grudge or anything, by the time me and the boys are done with her, the only thing she'll be able to think about is how much she loves cocks."
The oddly matched 'couple' look like nothing so much as a bizarre horse and rider as they copulate vigorously, the small goat-man clinging comically to the larger nymph as he humps her with wild abandon. The spectacle is strangely enthralling, but you shake your head and put the bottle away, you've still got a trial to complete. Walking back towards the door standing in the middle of the clearing, you can't help but take a long look over your shoulder until your feet are on familiar stone.
<<set $hwb to true>>\
<<set $hnf to false>>\
<<modlus 25>>
<<modcor 2>>\
<<modlew 5>>
[[Continue|Communal Kitchen]] Morbid curiosity wins out, and you find yourself pacing carefully toward the forest, careful not to make much noise. You don't have to go far, barely entering the treeline before you hear suspicious noises from nearby; clearly, the randy little goat didn't want to wait any longer to find a more secluded spot. Peeking through a gap between some dense bushes and a tree, you spy your quarry holed up in a little clear patch created by a small dip in the ground ringed by undergrowth, which would be quite a cozy little spot but for odd pair currently bickering inside.
Akrágos practically oozes smugness from every pore of his oily skin as he brandishes the sprig of heather he obtained from you, "You shoulda thought of that before ya went handing over a boon to a dumb mortal, and of course it's still good. Not my problem ya were careless and gave them somethin' they could trade away." You can't quite hear <<if visited("Nymph Befriend")>>the nymph<<else>>Diane<</if>>'s terse reply, but the goat man just laughs, "That's rich, coming from someone who's shortly going to be screamin' my name at the top of her lungs. Now, I want my boon, which is for you to be my obedient sex slave who is addicted to my cock and can't feel fully satisfied with any other. You can be unwilling, so long as you still obey; we wouldn't want to erase that winning personality. Wonder how long it'll last, though..."
This time you're pretty sure everything in the forest can hear her reply as the dryad screams at the top of her lungs, "You BASTAAAAAAAARD!" The little pan just rolls his eyes at the seething woman, muttering, "Yeah yeah, can we cut past the indignant outrage and get right to the part where you're sucking my cock until it's nice an' hard?" Quivering in rage, <<if visited("Nymph Befriend")>>the nymph<<else>>Diane<</if>> complies, having to get down on all fours like an animal to get low enough to reach his groin, glaring up at him as she reluctantly extends her tongue.
The beautiful face of the dryad twists in disgust as she begins to lick and suck the randy goat's bulbous dick, wet sounds leaking out into the forest as her reluctant fellatio quickly arouses his shaft to full mast. Akrágos enjoys her mouth for another minute or two before pushing her away, saliva dripping from his swaying rod as he orders her to turn around. Face pale now, the nymph has no choice but to obey, slowly turning around on all fours until her crotch is fully exposed.
Not wasting any time on foreplay or gloating, the little man just launches himself at the presented pussy, jumping atop her and worming his saliva-coated cock inside her unprepared vagina with a satisfied groan. There's nothing satisfied about the dryad's reaction, a gasp with a slight tinge of pain escaping through her gritted teeth as the pan forces his way into her and begins thrusting energetically. The sound of skin slapping against skin starts to echo throughout the clearing and nearby forest as the mis-matched pair's bodies come together.
<<modlus 25>>
[[Next|Nymph Slave 2]] It doesn't take long before the pain seems to disappear, and wet squelching sounds seep out from where their bodies grind together, though the nymph's face still scowls. Her breath has grown high and sweet even as it leaks out from between her clenched teeth, and she hisses, "You godsdamned pig! Haah, I won't forgive you for this! I don't care how good you made it feeeeeeel!" Her body abruptly goes rigid while saying that, a shudder working its way through her and her neck going taut as she forcibly chokes back the orgasmic moan trying to escape her.
As the goat-man's thick cock slides in and out of her repeatedly, he grabs her long hair in his small hands, using it for leverage to stabilize his awkward position atop her, almost like he was riding a horse. The dryad doesn't seem to appreciate this and, still panting from the orgasm she'd just tried to suppress, growls, "Ow, that hurts! Let go, you disgusting, mmh, little creep!" Surprisingly, he does, though only with one hand, which then, unsurprisingly, gives her a sharp slap on the ass.
Akrágos chuckles to himself, then growls back, "Can it with the insults, you little slut; you're my bitch now, so you'd better get used t' this!" He administers several more sharp slaps as he continues to fuck her, leaving little red handmarks on her soft ivory ass as she yelps in pain and grits her teeth, unable to respond. Obviously savoring his good fortune, the pan gyrates his body on top of her, groaning in satisfaction and regularly calling out crude comments and degrading insults to his new toy.
The nymph has to endure several more unwanted climaxes until, finally, the goat man's pace increases and the stream of abuse dries up as his focus shifts to his own ejaculation. His victim seems torn between relief that her torment is almost over, for the time being, and disgust at what exactly that entails. Either way, though, she doesn't have long to wait, for a few moments later, Akrágos lets out a shout and slams his dick into her one final time, grinding his crotch into hers as he unleashes what seems to be a pretty substantial creampie deep inside her.
A gutteral moan echos through the trees, <<if visited("Nymph Befriend")>>the nymph<<else>>Diane<</if>> unable to swallow it back this time as a big orgasm wracks her body, toes curling as her back arches and she stares up into the canopy with unfocused eyes. Unfortunately for her, if she was hoping for a reprieve now, the little pan doesn't seem keen to grant it, quickly resuming his gyrating thrusts as soon as his own climax ends. Fascinating as the sight is, you decide against lingering any longer and head back to the door.
<<modlus 25>>
[[Continue|Communal Kitchen]] Supposing you do want this dubious bottle of murky provenance, the question becomes, how do you get it from the little man? You're not exactly swimming in drachmae if he even cares about coin; the way he's leering at your body tells you he'd probably only be interested in a different sort of 'payment'. You could also just grab it and walk away, he's a quarter of your size, but it's hard to say how a non-human might get back at you for such a brazen wrong.
Dread coiling through your gut, you resign yourself to asking what he wants for the bottle, fairly certain you already know the answer and aren't going to like it. The little goat's eyes sparkle ominously, even as he assumes an air of feigned bashfulness as he says, "Well now, I can't just let somethin' this valuable go...I could get some pretty good favors out of Golddick or someone with it. I have been feelin' rather lonely though, and pent up, so much so I might just give this ol' bottle to anyone who kept me 'company'."
As expected, the little lech is only interested in sex after all. Letting out a sigh, you contemplate your options, such as they are. If you had a way to offer an alternative partner, that would probably satisfy him, or something that could lead to one, maybe. He probably wouldn't settle for trading for a smaller item, not when he has something he wants so badly staring him in the face.
[[Give him what he wants|Pan Sex 1]]
[[Just take the bottle|Pan Steal]]
[[Turn him down and leave|Pan Deny]]
<<if $hnf == true>>[[Pull out the dryad's boon|Pan Boon 1]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: missing neccesary item//''<</if>> Biting your lip, you gather your resolve. The thought of letting the lecherous little goat touch you is distasteful, but that bottle could be key to getting through this mess you've found yourself in. Or perhaps something more.
Exhaling heavily, you close your eyes and tell the pan you don't have much time to spare, so he'd better make this quick. You don't want to even think about what sort of face he's making right now, so when you finally open your eyes, you focus your gaze on a random tree in the distance. Your obvious distaste doesn't discourage the grubby goat in the slightest as he grabs your hand and drags you towards the treeline, making greasy comments that he probably thinks are reassuring but you do your best to ignore.
Once you're ensconced in the shade of the trees, Akrágos quickly finds a grassy little nook and looks at you expectantly, his groin already fully prepared for what's about to come. Sighing heavily once again, you reluctantly slide your clothing off and let it fall to the ground, leaving your nude form bared to the little lech's leering gaze. At least the grass is mercifully soft as you lower yourself to the ground, where the squat pan can actually reach you.
Unsurprisingly, the little goat wastes no time with any sort of foreplay or gentle words, instead practically leaping onto you and scrabbling like a beast in his haste to mount you. Feeling his hooves scratch at the delicate skin of your legs, you start to harbor second thoughts about this whole thing, idly wondering if you could just shove him into a bush and make a run for the door instead. Closing your eyes with a sigh, you resist the temptation and resign yourself to what's about to occur, you really could use that bottle, probably, and it won't be that awful. Hopefully.
In the meantime, Akrágos has finally managed to stop stumbling over himself in his overeagerness, and you see his ruddy shaft is lined up with your unprepared slit. You're a little surprised at the size, given his diminutive stature, but it seems about on par with a man's as it twitches against your closed petals. Everything seems to be moving in slow motion, the goat-man's grip on you tightening as he starts to pull himself forward, and then, suddenly, you're letting out a pained yelp as his dick forces its way into you.
[[Next|Pan Sex 2]] The thought of letting the greasy little lech put his hands on you is unthinkable, but that wine would undoubtedly be useful if the sneaky goat can be believed. The question is, how to get it without having to bed him; the obvious answer is to just take it, he's half your size and probably can't run that quickly on those stubby little goat legs. Besides, just looking at him would make anyone doubt he acquired such a precious commodity legitimately; describing him as shifty would be an understatement.
Making up your mind, you plaster a fake smile across your face and lean in close to Akrágos, allowing him a generous view to capture his gaze. Of course, the short little bastard can't resist, his eyes glued to your body as you reach around him and unceremoniously pluck the bottle from his grip. The leering pervert is so engrossed it isn't until you suddenly straighten and sprint for the door that he realizes what's happened and lets out a squawk of outrage as he tries to run after you.
Your new body might not be quite as fast, but your long legs are still more than sufficient to easily outstrip him. Ignoring his sputtered curses, you fly through the doorway laughing and slam it shut behind you before he's even halfway to you. You're pretty sure he can't follow since you've already encountered him, and he wasn't supposed to be here anyway; you doubt the trial would allow him to interfere much anyway, even if he does find a way back in.
Just in case you hurry to the next room, nothing's followed you between rooms so far. Tucking your liberated goods safely away, you chuckle to yourself once more at the look on the perverted pan's face just before you closed the door on him. Probably serves him right, the randy goat might not have done anything to you, but his entire manner just oozed opportunistic creep.
[[Continue|Communal Dining Room]] Embracing the flash of repulsion running down your spine at the thought of having sex with this lecherous little man; or even helping him violate another woman, you flatly refuse, eyes narrowed in disgust. The rotund reprobate recoils at the tone of your voice, stammering, "W-well, hey now, I didn't mean no offense. Ya can't be expectin' me to just give this to ya for free, an' ya don't exactly seem to be rich or anythin', so I just thought..."
Straightening your back, you start to turn away and head back to the temple, but Akrágos jumps in the way, a desperate glint in his eye. Holding his hands spread in front of him, he pleads, "Hey hey, come on now, don't be like that; a mortal like you needs every advantage when ya've gotta deal with the gods. Golddick may be a bit of a soft touch compared t' some, but he's still a god, and they're all pricks when it comes down to it. Being able t' offer him something he wants, even a little, could be a big help."
You repeat your refusal and try to sidestep around him, but he moves with you, desperation leaking into his voice as he says, "Whoa there, it's not like I'm really not askin' much, just a little relief. I gotta get something out of it, just your mouth would be fine, whatever you're comfortable with, even just a little 'hand', come on, help a poor, lonely guy out." You pause briefly to consider this, asking if it would all be on your terms, whatever you decided you felt like, and he nods vigorously, practically falling over himself to convince you.
[[Just leave|Communal Kitchen]]
[[Teach him a lesson about bad deals|Pan Sadist]] Letting out a long-suffering sigh, you hold your hand out expectantly, looking down blankly at the squat goat-man. He blinks at you for a moment before comprehending what it means, practically tripping over himself to hand the bottle over to you. Hefting it, you close your eyes and let out another long sigh, tramping off towards the cover of some nearby trees without saying a word, the little goat-man hurrying after you.
You don't bother going far, merely walking past a few trees for a modicum of privacy. Thinking about how you can get through this and teach the pan a lesson at the same time while still keeping up your end, a small smile creeps onto your face, and you gesture for Akrágos to lay down. The little lech is only too happy to comply, practically vibrating with anticipation as he flops onto the rough ground.
Eyeing the small man, your gaze is inevitably drawn to his groin, where his shaft looks about halfway to erection. Letting out one last sigh, you kick off one <<if $outfit == 2>>slipper<<else>>sandal<</if>> and flex your toes experimentally, not wanting to leave him any time to react you bend over him and quickly lash out with your bare foot, squashing his ill-prepared cock under your heel. A surprised shout escapes the pan, and he tries to speak but seems to have difficulty gathering breath as you roll and slide your foot over his manhood ruthlessly.
You try not to press too hard though, he does still have to finish, preferably as soon as possible. With that in mind, you focus on overstimulating him, curling your soft, delicate toes around his rapidly hardening shaft as you briskly rub it, perhaps occasionally pressing a little too hard, just to remind him of his place. Or when he tries to bleat out a complaint.
Only a few minutes later, Akrágos' whining voice takes on a higher pitch as you press and grind your foot into his dick until, with a cry, dirty streams of cloudy fluid start spurting out the end of his rod. Jumping back out of the way, you shake your head in disgust as he explodes all over himself; a few stray splatters manage to land on your foot but are easily wiped off on his greasy fur. Smirking to yourself, you take your leave before the pan recovers, striding for the door leading back to the temple with bottle in hand.
<<set $hwb to true>>\
<<modlus 10>>
<<modcor 2>>\
<<modlew 5>>
<<modsex 1>>\
[[Continue|Communal Kitchen]] <<if $vcd > 0>>The abrupt uncomfortable sensation feels different from your previous experiences; normally it fades immediately, replaced by brain-numbing pleasure, but this time it lingers, splinters of pain needling you into wincing every time his cock forces its way into your flesh. Perhaps it's because you're not actually in the temple, but either way, you suddenly wish you'd insisted on some preparation rather than just trying to get this over with.<<else>>@@.red;You have lost your virginity.@@<<set $pluck to "Akrágos">>
The pain of losing your virginity is not unexpected, but the sheer agony of having it shoved in with no preparation catches you by surprise; a small scream of pain escapes you at the first thrust, and splinters of pain needle into you every time his cock forces its way through your flesh subsequently. The look of rapture on the randy goat's face does nothing to improve your mood, especially after he finally notices your reactions and the smear of blood on his shaft and gets more excited, forcing his rod in and out of your protesting flesh even faster.<</if>> Gritting your teeth, you try to bear it, wondering if this is what it's usually like for women outside the temple rituals; if so, it certainly explains why they usually insist on so much wooing and romance beforehand.
Closing your eyes, you try to block out the little pig's grunts, imagining you're actually being ravaged by other, better partners, and eventually, the discomfort does lessen as the movement smooths out. You let yourself relax, slightly, and even start to feel the faintest hint of a pleasant tingle emanate from your abused slit. Relief that the entire ordeal isn't going to be as awful as it started causes you to let out a soft sigh; unfortunately, the squat goat atop you seems to assume this means he's good at what he's doing, as he grunts, "Ha, no woman can say no to ol' Akrágos once I get my hands on 'em. Soon you'll be beggin' for more, no doubt about it, hehehe."
Mental image shattered you barely suppress the urge to try and slam your knee into his back as he continues plunging heedlessly into you. Body shuddering under the callous assault, you lean back and look at the canopy overhead, wincing as you wonder if this indignity was really worth it. If that bottle turns out to be some cheap vinegar...the series of violent, bloody fantasies involving the grotesque little man that flash through your mind after that thought actually improve your mood somewhat.
Finally, the grunts emanating from the pan in question seem to be growing increasingly urgent, while this hopefully signals the ordeal is soon to be over, it also means he's started speeding up, hips gyrating wildly as he plows into your protesting pussy. Pressing your lips together savagely, you endure it, determined not to make a sound even as he shudders to a stop deep inside you, sickly heat sputtering out from his cock and into your depths. A sliver of pleasure works its way up through despite your distaste, but you suppress it along with the discomfort.
<<if $preg == false>><<impreg 50 "Akrágos">><</if>>\
The randy goat would probably prefer to linger to savor his...satisfaction, but you have no intention of humoring him one iota more than necessary, pushing him away as you quickly dress and pull yourself together, doing your best to ignore the wet warmth slowly oozing down your thigh. Scooping up the bottle from where it lay nearby, you heft it in one hand before tucking it away; after all that, it had better be worth the trouble. Stalking through the trees on your way back to the doorway, you think you hear the pan say something, but you're ignoring his continued existence so thoroughly you couldn't say what it was even if you wanted to.
<<set $hwb to true>>\
<<modlus -25>>
<<modlew 10>>
<<modfem 1>>
<<modvag 1>>\
<<modsex 1>>\
[[Continue|Communal Kitchen]] transported to a dank labyrinth room. Confronted by minotaur. Different name Something taur. Options, C/D female seduction? Dryad Boon if not used on pan? Dagger. Confront it.
Confrontation. Multiple choices like the guard? You can't see it too well, but the glint does appear to be a familiar shape that looks suspiciously like a key, which is not good. A giant inhuman wall of muscle, and it's got a key you presumably need dangling from one of its highest, most dangerous bits. Speaking of bits, now that it's stood up, you can see that it is very obviously a he, though much like its other head, this lower one is also the size and shape of a bull's.
You don't have forever to think about that, though. The thing probably isn't going to hesitate much longer; whatever your approach to this large problem is, you're gonna have to make a decision quickly. You haven't had much chance to come to grips with it yet, but perhaps the powers of your newly revealed heritage could do...something, if you can figure out what to do and how. Or, well, it is a man after a kind, or male at least, perhaps you could try 'soothing' the wild beast, that approach seems to work most of the time in this farce of a trial.
[[Try out your powers|Minotaur Female C 2]]
[[Seduce the brute|Minotaur Seduction]] You can't see it too well, but the glint does appear to be a familiar shape that looks suspiciously like a key, which is not good. A giant inhuman wall of muscle, and it's got a key you presumably need dangling from one of its highest, most dangerous bits. Speaking of bits, now that it's stood up, you can see that it is very obviously a he, though much like its other head, this lower one is also the size and shape of a bull's.
You don't have forever to think about that, though. The thing probably isn't going to hesitate much longer; whatever your approach to this large problem is, you're gonna have to make a decision quickly. You haven't had much chance to come to grips with it yet, but perhaps the powers of your newly revealed heritage could do...something, if you can figure out what to do and how. Or, well, it is a man after a kind, or male at least, perhaps you could try 'soothing' the wild beast, that approach seems to work most of the time in this farce of a trial.
[[Try out your powers|Minotaur Female D 2]]
[[Calm the beast|Minotaur Taming]] You can't see it too well, but the glint does appear to be a familiar shape that looks suspiciously like a key, which is not good. A giant inhuman wall of muscle, and it's got a key you presumably need dangling from one of its highest, most dangerous bits. Speaking of bits, now that it's stood up, you can see that it is very obviously a he, though much like its other head, this lower one is also the size and shape of a bull's.
You don't have forever to think about that, though; the thing probably isn't going to hesitate much longer, whatever your approach to this large problem is, you're gonna have to make a decision quickly. You're unsure how you could possibly get the key off its horn, maybe trick it into charging, and hope it falls off on its own? Or, well, it is a man after a kind, or male at least, perhaps you could try 'convincing' the wild beast to let you close; that approach seems to work most of the time in this stupid trial, though the sheer size of that piece is...worrying.
[[Confront the beast|Minotaur Confront]]
[[Charm the savage creature|Minotaur Fuck]] You can't see it too well, but the glint does appear to be a familiar shape that looks suspiciously like a key, which is not good. A giant inhuman wall of muscle, and it's got a key you presumably need dangling from one of its highest, most dangerous bits. Speaking of bits, now that it's stood up, you can see that it is very obviously a he, though much like its other head, this lower one is also the size and shape of a bull's.
You don't have forever to think about that, though; the thing probably isn't going to hesitate much longer, whatever your approach to this large problem is, you're gonna have to make a decision quickly. You haven't had much chance to come to grips with it yet, but perhaps the powers of your newly revealed heritage could do...something, if you can figure out what to do and how. Or, you could just try to get the key...somehow.
[[Try out your powers|Minotaur Male C 2]]
[[Confront the beast|Minotaur Confront]] You can't see it too well, but the glint does appear to be a familiar shape that looks suspiciously like a key, which is not good. A giant inhuman wall of muscle, and it's got a key you presumably need dangling from one of its highest, most dangerous bits. Speaking of bits, now that it's stood up, you can see that it is very obviously a he, though much like its other head, this lower one is also the size and shape of a bull's.
You don't have forever to think about that, though; the thing probably isn't going to hesitate much longer, whatever your approach to this large problem is, you're gonna have to make a decision quickly. You haven't had much chance to come to grips with it yet, but perhaps the powers of your newly revealed heritage could do...something, if you can figure out what to do and how. Or, you could just try to get the key...somehow.
[[Try out your powers|Minotaur Male D 2]]
[[Confront the beast|Minotaur Confront]] You can't see it too well, but the glint does appear to be a familiar shape that looks suspiciously like a key, which is not good. A giant inhuman wall of muscle and it's got a key you presumably need dangling from one of its highest, most dangerous bits. Speaking of bits, now that it's stood up, you can see that it is very obviously a he, though much like its other head, this lower one is also the size and shape of a bull's.
You don't have forever to think about that, though; the thing probably isn't going to hesitate much longer, whatever your approach to this large problem is, you're gonna have to make a decision quickly. You're unsure how you could possibly get the key off its horn, maybe trick it into charging, and hope it falls off on its own? You're not sure how else you're going to deal with something this...big, it certainly doesn't seem interested in talking.
[[Confront the beast|Minotaur Confront]] Still not really sure what you're going to do, you strike a confident pose, hip cocked, shoulders set, and, reaching to grab hold of that black flame you can feel deep inside, point at the brutish creature and in an imperious voice command it to come to you. Honestly, you don't even know if the thing can understand speech, so you point at the ground in front of you just to be sure it gets the message. The beast seems baffled by your behavior, cocking its head and snorting, but it does start to move towards you, though whether its actually following your command or just doing what it intended to do is anyone's guess.
Once it reaches the spot you pointed at, you command it to stop, and to your mild surprise, it does, though once again, whether it's because you said stop or just startled the beast is impossible to really tell. Looking the creature straight in the eye, you put as much ice as possible in your voice when you order it to kneel. Unfortunately, this time it does not seem inclined to just do as you say, rearing back and glaring, still seemingly puzzled by you.
Not wanting to see what it eventually decides, you reach out with the dark fire you've gathered, imagining your hands around the beast's throat, forcing it down before you. To your mild surprise, a collar of that dark fire forms around its neck, and it shudders, shaking its head, and you feel the power 'flex' under your fingers, so to speak. Throwing your mental weight into it, you stabilize and thicken the stream of power, and after a few moments, the monster actually kneels before you.
A little thrill runs through your stomach at this complete success, and you reach up to slide the little golden key of the thing's horn. You pause for a moment, wondering what to do next, should you just leave it like this, or free it, or...see if you could bring it with you? No, that would never do; you have no idea how any of this works or if it would wear off. Better to just leave it and get on with your business; you can experiment later, under safer conditions.
<<modcor 2>>
[[Continue|Third Floor Start]] Sizing up your prey, you have to admit his...bulk is a little intimidating, in more ways than one, as your gaze lands it's groin. Maintaining control of the situation may be tricky, but a little thrill runs up your spine as your imagination starts running wild with what it'll be like. You'd better get started, though. The beast doesn't seem like the most patient creature under the sun; it's already fidgeting as surprise and wariness give way.
The creature doesn't seem as intelligent as a man, so subtlety would probably be lost on it. With that in mind, you pull off your <<ShortCloth>> and let it drop to the floor. Normally, that would be plenty to signal even the densest person, but if the thing is on the level of an animal, it might not be enough, so you grab hold of the dark fire and walk towards it, hips swaying. From what you understand, animals mostly work by scent, so hopefully all the fantasizing combined with whatever crap Lysandrim's been doing this whole trial will do the trick.
The effect is immediately obvious, the snorting snuffling of its snout intensifies, and the heavy shaft hanging between its legs stirs. You certainly have its 'attention' now, the creature is shifting excitedly, practically drooling, so now comes the hard part, making sure the thing doesn't just run roughshod over you in a wild frenzy to sate itself. While the thought has some...appeal, you'd prefer to have all your limbs and organs intact at the end of this, so you're going to have to be the one in charge.
As to how to do that, well, when training an animal, you either use a carrot or a stick, and since you definitely don't have a big enough stick, it'll have to be the carrot. Channeling some black flame into your fingertips as you approach it, the beast tenses as if to make a move, but you slide a hand up to its shoulder to hold it back gently, letting some shadowy heat leak out to make your touch...pleasant. Of course, that's not going to be nearly enough to rein it in, so you quickly reach down to the turgid rod now standing fully at attention and wrap your fingers around its blazing hot flesh.
Or try to at least, you have some trouble getting your delicate hand fully around the thick shaft. Swallowing heavily, you settle for running your fingers up and down the bumpy skin of its bestial cock, letting more dark fire sink into it through your touch. The thing reacts quite strongly, letting out a low guttural sound of pleasure, and once again pressing towards you, presumably to move things forward, but you restrain it once more, shifting away and letting your flames die, making it clear that it'll feel less good if it tries to force itself on you.
[[Next|Minotaur Seduction 2]] Still not really sure what to do, you assume a relaxed pose, head straight, face composed, and reaching to grab hold of that bright torrent you can feel deep inside, point at the brutish creature and in an imperious voice command it to come to you. Honestly, you don't even know if the thing can understand speech, so you point at the ground in front of you just to be sure it gets the message. The beast seems baffled by your behavior, cocking its head and snorting, but it does start to move towards you, though whether its actually following your command or just doing what it intends to do is anyone's guess.
Once it reaches the spot you pointed at, you command it to stop, and to your mild surprise, it does, though once again, whether it's because you said stop or just startled the beast is impossible to really tell. Looking the creature straight in the eye, you put as much majesty as possible in your voice when you order it to bow. Unfortunately, this time it does not seem inclined to just do as you say, rearing back and glaring at you, still seemingly puzzled by you.
Not wanting to see what it eventually decides, you stoke the current inside of you, reaching out with one faintly glowing hand towards the creature, imagining the beast wanting to bow down before you in your glory. To your mild surprise, the thing shakes its head once in confusion and then bows obediently. A little shocked, you stare at your faintly luminescent arm in front of you for a moment before looking down and realizing your whole body is glowing a little.
A little thrill runs through your stomach at this complete success, and you reach up to slide the little golden key of the thing's horn, giving it a pat on the head and calling it a good boy. You pause for a moment, wondering what to do next, should you just leave it like this, or free it, or...see if you could bring it with you? No, that would never work, besides you have no idea how any of this works or if it would wear off, better to just leave it and get on with your business; you can experiment later, under safer conditions.
<<moddiv 2>>
[[Continue|Third Floor Start]] Looking the problem up and down, you feel a flutter as your gaze lands on the sizable shaft lurking below its waist; this could be a challenge in more ways than one. You let your mind wander briefly as you try to figure out how you're going to work this. You'd better get started, though, you don't think this big boy is particularly patient.
He doesn't seem as intelligent as a man, so subtlety would probably be lost on him. With that in mind, you step forward and strike an elegant pose, pulling a curtain of bright power through you just under the surface, until your skin starts to glow a bit, leaving you looking properly divine and awe-inspiring. No wonder the gods always go around sparkling and looking shiny, it's a pretty simple and easy way to impress anyone who can't.
The effect is immediately obvious, the large lad takes a step back, his big bovine eyes both confused and focused as they stare intently at you. You certainly have its attention, so now comes the hard part, enticing it into having sex without it just running roughshod all over you. You might be glowy, but you're not sure if that will help if it decides to just grab you, probably not that much.
As to how exactly one entices a giant bull-man, well, when training an animal, you either use a carrot or a stick, and since you definitely don't have a big enough stick, it'll have to be the carrot. Sashaying over to your target, you project an air of calm confidence, which may not be entirely how you actually feel. Nonetheless, so far it seems to be effective, the boy doesn't seem to know what to do, right up until you sidle up next to him and stroke one bulging arm with your delicate hand.
Another flutter works its way below your belly, and you let a whisper of golden light leak out through your touch. The boy reacts quite strongly, letting out a low guttural sound of pleasure, and presses towards you, but you slide away, pulling your hand back to cut him off from your touch. He snorts, starting to get frustrated, but you smile and back towards the wall, beckoning for him to follow you with one finger.
[[Next|Minotaur Taming 2]] You don't feel terribly confident about this, but you'd feel even less so about trying to go toe to toe with this dangerous-looking creature. Pushing down your reservations, you try to focus on the problem at hand: how does one beguile a creature that seems to be part wild animal, part man? Getting naked is probably a good first step, but what if you need to beat a quick retreat?
Deciding to split the difference, you tug at your <<ShortCloth>> to expose as much skin as possible without having it just fall off you, then start slowly moving towards the beast. Swinging your hips, you try to appear as feminine and unthreatening as possible as you approach, heart pounding in your chest. The bull-man seems puzzled by your behavior at first, tilting his bovine head, but as you get closer, it snorts and seems agitated; until it suddenly shudders and relaxes, seeming much more 'interested' in you.
You did hesitate for a moment while it seemed upset, but now you draw up next to it, quickly noticing both its intense gaze, and the stirring of a certain 'organ'. Well, that's a good sign; at least it seems to be capable of feeling lust for a person. Now comes the really tricky part: somehow getting it distracted or tired enough that you can get that key and open the way forward. A challenging prospect indeed, aside from a vague assurance by a questionably ethical god, you don't see much stopping this thing from ripping your limbs off in its excitement mid-coitus.
Or your organs getting demolished by that //thing//, you think to yourself as the beast's gargantuan cock starts approaching full-mast. Quickly deciding to try and resolve this with your vagina intact, you crouch down in front of it, hoping just your mouth and hands will suffice. It's bovine dick seems even more intimidating up close; you've heard some men refer to their own pieces euphemistically as spears, but you feel like this one could actually kill someone if used improperly.
It takes no time to realize a blowjob is completely out of the question, you'd struggle to get even the tip in far enough to do more than kiss it. Placing your hands on the thick, hot slab of meat, you wrap them around as far as they will go and start gently stroking it back and forth. Hopefully just a handjob with some licking will be enough to satisfy the thing.
[[Next|Minotaur Fuck 2]] Girding yourself, you take a step forward and brace for a confrontation. The creature cocks its bovine head at you, snorting in agitation as it begins pacing back and forth while staring at you. Likely trying to gauge any hidden threat you may pose, you did appear out of nowhere after all.
It doesn't take long for aggression to overcome caution, though, as the bull-man lets out a bellow and charges straight at you. It's pretty fast for something so big, but you manage to dive out of the way and scramble towards the opposite wall. The creature lets another, louder bellow as it turns towards you, seemingly incensed that you got away, and charges again, this time moving even faster and lowering its head to point its horns at you.
A small leap takes you out of harm's way, barely, and the thing collides with the wall instead, rebounding off it with a bovine grunt of pain. The creature will likely be off-balance for a second after that, possibly giving you an opportunity to act. You'll have to move fast, though.
<<if $fat <= 49>>[[Grab for the key|Minotaur Success]]<<else>>[[Grab for the key|Minotaur Fail]]<</if>>
<<if $hnf == true>>[[Pull out the flower|Minotaur Bind]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: missing neccesary item//''<</if>>
<<if $hsd == true>>[[Use the dagger|Minotaur Dead]]<<else>>''//Requirements for path not met: missing neccesary item//''<</if>>Flopping down on the bed, you close your eyes and try to get some rest. You sleep soundly, but your dreams are full of erotic visions of alluring figures engaging in various forms of debauchery. You wake up after an indeterminate amount of time, rested and refreshed, but also incredibly aroused.
<<if $preg == true and $tri == 0>> As you get up, you feel a bit odd, like your balance is slightly off. Figuring it's just some lingering grogginess, you stand up and stretch.<<if $kids == 0>> You //do// feel a little heavier than before, have you put on some weight, maybe? Now is not really the time to be worrying about that kinda thing though, you're still in the middle of the trial after all.<</if>><<elseif $preg == true and $tri == 1 and $kids == 0>> As you wake up, you definitely feel something is different this time. Sitting up, you immediately notice your stomach bulging out visibly. Panic shoots through you for a second, and you place a hand over the firm mound, stunned by its sudden appearance. You can't possibly be //pregnant//! Well, you suppose you probably //can// be, now, but it certainly shouldn't happen this quickly, you haven't been down here nearly long enough for it to be showing! Running your hands over the taut roundness of your middle, you'd guess you're about halfway along from the size of it, which ordinarily would mean three or four months in, maybe.
The only explanation is Lysandrim messing around with things, this is his temple after all, he can probably do something as simple as accelerating a pregnancy. It just boggles your mind that it happened this quickly, at this rate you might give birth before you even make it out of the temple! The implications start tumbling through your head, and you feel the panic coming back, but you take a deep breath and shove it all back down, shaking your head to clear it. You can't afford to lose it now, the only thing to do is keep moving forward and deal with things as they come.<<elseif $preg == true and $tri == 1 and $kids > 0>>As you wake up, you definitely feel different this time. Sitting up, you immediately notice your stomach bulging out visibly once again. A strange feeling of resignation and... affection? Works its way through you, and you place a hand over the firm mound, gently rubbing it. It seems a bit cruel to turn someone into a woman and then saddle them with multiple births in a matter of... has it been hours, or days? It's hard to tell down here. Resting your hands over the taut roundness of your middle, you'd guess you're about halfway along from the size of it, which ordinarily would mean three or four months in, maybe.
It still surprises you that it happens this quickly, and you feel a little of the panic coming back, but you take a deep breath and let it out slowly, shaking your head to clear it. You can't afford to lose it now, the only thing to do is keep moving forward and deal with things as they come.<<elseif $preg == true and $tri == 2>> Waking up this time, you were <<if $kids == 0>>almost<</if>> expecting what awaits you when you open your eyes. You don't even need to lift your head to see the massive swell of your belly now, seems it's grown even larger while you slept, and it feels like your breasts have swollen up to match it. Heaving yourself up to a sitting position, you gaze down blankly at your massive stomach. Judging by the size, you must be nearing the end of the pregnancy now, the equivalent of six months maybe? A confusing mix of emotions swirl through your head, but you shake them off once more. You need to stay on task and get through this trial first, you can worry about what to do in the long term later.
<<modtit 1>><</if>>
Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and trying to ignore the remaining fragments of titillating dreams swirling through your mind, you step out of the room and continue on your trial.
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<<if $preg == true>><<modtri 1>><</if>>\
[[Continue|Main Corridor 3]] No longer able to ignore the growing heat in your groin, you surreptitiously glance around, double-checking to make sure no one is hiding, before taking a seat on the edge of the bed and shifting your clothing out of the way. With a heated sigh, your imagination conjures up a procession of lewd fantasies for you to start stimulating yourself to, and in short order, a climax washes over you. Far from feeling relief though, your considerable lust has barely waned at all, and your body still seems ready and eager to go.
Continuing on with a growing sense of trepidation, you bring yourself to orgasm several more times, until finally you collapse in a panting heap on the bed, exhausted and soaked in your own fluids, but at least feeling a moderate decrease in your desire for sex. You're certain this must be Lysandrim's doing, you were warned about your passion being inflamed over time, but you didn't think it would go this far. Deciding you should probably get on with the trial before this gets any worse, you tiredly push yourself to your feet and shuffle towards the door.
<<modsexfat 50>>
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<<modlew 1>>
[[Continue|Main Corridor 3]] Still not really sure what to do, you assume a relaxed pose, head straight, face composed, and reaching to grab hold of that bright torrent you can feel deep inside, point at the brutish creature and in an imperious voice command it to come to you. Honestly, you don't even know if the thing can understand speech, so you point at the ground in front of you just to be sure it gets the message. The beast seems baffled by your behavior, cocking its head and snorting, but it does start to move towards you, though whether its actually following your command or just doing what it intends to do is anyone's guess.
Once it reaches the spot you pointed at, you command it to stop, and to your mild surprise, it does, though once again, whether it's because you said stop or just startled the beast is impossible to really tell. Looking the creature straight in the eye, you put as much majesty as possible in your voice when you order it to bow. Unfortunately, this time it does not seem inclined to just do as you say, rearing back and glaring at you, still seemingly puzzled by you.
Not wanting to see what it eventually decides, you stoke the current inside of you, reaching out with one faintly glowing hand towards the creature, imagining the beast wanting to bow down before you in your glory. To your mild surprise, the thing shakes its head once in confusion and then bows obediently. A little shocked, you stare at your faintly luminescent arm for a moment before looking down and realizing your whole body is glowing a little.
A little thrill runs through your stomach at this complete success, and you reach up to slide the little golden key of the thing's horn before it snaps out of...whatever this is. You pause for a moment, wondering what to do next, should you just leave it like this, or free it, or...see if you could bring it with you? No, that would never work, besides you have no idea how any of this works or if it would wear off, better to just leave it and get on with your business; you can experiment later, under safer conditions.
[[Continue|Third Floor Start]] Still not really sure what you're going to do, you assume a confident stance, shoulders set, feet spread out, and, reaching to grab hold of that black flame you can feel deep inside, point at the brutish creature and in an imperious voice command it to come to you. Honestly, you don't even know if the thing can understand speech, so you point down at the ground in front of you just to be sure it gets the message. The beast seems baffled by your behavior, cocking its head and snorting, but it does start to move towards you, though whether its actually following your command or just doing what it intends to do is anyone's guess.
Once it reaches the spot you pointed at, you command it to stop, and to your mild surprise, it does, though once again, whether it's because you said stop or just startled the beast is impossible to really tell. Looking the creature straight in the eye, you put as much ice as possible in your voice when you order it to kneel. Unfortunately, this time it does not seem inclined to just do as you say, rearing back and glaring at you, still seemingly puzzled by you.
Not wanting to see what it eventually decides, you reach out with the dark fire you've gathered, imagining your hands around the beast's throat, forcing it down before you. To your mild surprise, a collar of that dark fire forms around its neck, and it shudders, shaking its head and causing the power to 'flex' under your fingers, so to speak. Throwing your mental weight into it, you stabilize and thicken the stream of power, and after a few moments, the monster actually kneels before you.
A little thrill runs through your stomach at this complete success, and you reach up to slide the little golden key of the thing's horn. You pause for a moment, wondering what to do next, should you just leave it like this, or free it, or...see if you could bring it with you? No, that would never work, you have no idea how any of this works, or if it would wear off, better to just leave it and get on with your business, you can experiment later, under safer conditions.
[[Continue|Third Floor Start]] You try to make a grab for the key, but the creature is a fair bit taller than you, not even counting the horns that stick out a fair bit further, so your fingers come up several inches short of even touching the thing. Scrambling away from the creature, your mind races as you try to come up with a way to get the key. A direct confrontation certainly isn't going to work, especially being basically unarmed, so you still think getting the creature to defeat itself is the best way.
It's charging straight at you pretty predictably, perhaps if you can trip it up and get it on the ground, you could grab the key from it. There really isn't anything around to work with, though; you're stuck in this flat, featureless stone room with only your own body to work with. You could try to trip it yourself, but that seems incredibly dangerous.
Then again, you're not sure what else you can do other than running around, barely dodging it and hoping some sort of opportunity arises, and there's no telling if such a thing would even happen before you tire out and slow down. Resigning yourself to your crazy plan, you dodge one more charge by the creature and scurry to the opposite side of the room; you want the beast to have as much momentum as possible if you're really going to try this. This time, rather than dodging to the side, you prepare to sprint straight at it, waiting for it to turn and get up to full speed as it barrels towards you before charging straight at it.
The thing lets out a triumphant bellow and bends down, spreading its arms and angling its horns towards you as it assumes you mean to confront it head-on. Sending up a prayer that your timing is good, you wait until a mere moment before colliding with your opponent to fall into a slide, passing underneath your larger foe and slamming into its planted leg at full speed. A surprised "moo" escapes the thing as it comes crashing down onto the hard stone floor, limbs splayed out.
Still reeling from the force of the impact, you grit your teeth and lunge for the key, yanking it from the thing's horn with a shout of victory. The creature is hardly down for the count, though, slowly pulling itself back to its feet. Hopping away, you delay further celebration and break for the keyhole, hastily slamming the little key into it.
[[Continue|Third Floor Start]]@@.red;Fatigue too high, check failed!@@
<<if $genF == true>>Unfortunately, your tired limbs are slow to act, and before you can do anything, a meaty arm swings backwards and catches you just above the stomach, sending you flying. You crash into a nearby stone wall with a thump that knocks the wind from you. Slumping to the ground, your vision swims with little black spots as it fades in and out.
You dimly make out the creature approaching you, still enraged, when suddenly it stops in front of you and shudders, shaking its head, then snuffling with interest. It quickly becomes clear what has come over the beast as the dim light gleams off the skin of its rapidly hardening rod, and it grabs you, pulling you up and pressing you against the cold stone wall. You try to shake it off, but all you accomplish is to shift slightly and groan in protest as it pushes its dick up inside your clothes and rams its distressingly thick length inside you, the agony of which makes everything go black as your consciousness flees.
<<if $vcd == 0>>@@.red;You have lost your virginity.@@<<set $pluck to "the minotaur">><</if>>/
The next thing you know, you're shouting in pain as you come to in a boneless heap on the floor, body aching all over as if some giant had played with it like a doll. Which you guess it has, but glancing around, the beast is nowhere to be seen, thank the gods. Standing up laboriously, you notice a glint and bend back down to scoop up the wretched little key that's just lying there, glare at it for several seconds, then sigh and drag yourself over to the keyhole.
<<if $preg == false>><<impreg 50 "a bull-headed monster">><</if>>\
Trying to ignore the various fluids coating and oozing out of your lower body, you shove the key unceremoniously in the hole and force your body up the staircase that appears.
<<modsexfat 90>>
<<modlus -100>>
<<modlew 10>>
<<modvag 3>>/
[[Continue|Third Floor Start]]
<<else>>Unfortunately your tired limbs are slow to act, and before you can do anything a meaty arm swings backwards and catches you just above the stomach, sending you flying. You crash into a nearby stone wall with a thump that knocks the wind from you. Slumping to the ground, your vision swims with little black spots as it fades in and out.
You dimly make out the creature turning to look at you as everything goes black. The next thing you know you're splayed out on the cold stone floor aching and sore, groaning as you come to. Pushing yourself up, you take stock, you're a bit battered but seem otherwise fine, no broken bones or bleeding, not even a bump on head, though it feels like there should be.
The beast is nowhere to be seen, luckily, but a metallic glint catches your eye. The damnable key you got clobbered trying to get is just laying there on the floor. Why even bother with the...whatever that thing was, if they're just going to give you the key anyway?
Grumbling about certain foppish gods to yourself, you nevertheless plod over and scoop up the little key, you still need to play his little games, for now. Rubbing a sore shoulder, you shove the key unceremoniously in the hole and the wall just vanishes, revealing a familiar staircase. Forcing your complaining joints up the stairs, you try to stay positive by imagining ways to get back at the one who orechestrated all of this.
<<modsexfat 90>>
<<modlus 10>>
[[Continue|Third Floor Start]]<</if>> You doubt a better situation to use this will come up, so without hesitation, your hand shoots down to grab a certain bronze hilt and pull it free. Dim torchlight flickers on the wavy bronze curves of the dagger's blade as you raise it and decisively plunge it into the creature's exposed side. Its scream of pain has barely even started when a backhanded blow from its thick arm is already hurtling towards you.
Abandoning your still-embedded blade, another last-second dive backwards saves you from getting tossed across the room like a doll, and you scramble to put some distance between you and the wounded beast. The venom is clearly having an effect, the creature's movements quickly slow and grow clumsy, though it's unclear if the poison is going to be enough on its own. Weakened as it is, your bestial opponent still tries to charge at you again, but it's so slow now that ducking out of the way is a simple matter.
Rather than waiting to see if the beast succumbs to the venom or not, you slide in close and pull the dagger out, dancing around before striking out one final time at the beast's thick neck. A wet bovine cry escapes the thing, and it lurches towards you one last time before collapsing. A few moments pass, but the thing does not move again.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, you bend down to retrieve the key, which is when you notice the dagger has vanished from the thing's neck. Lysandrim probably didn't like you having it; hopefully, you won't need it again. As you stick the key in the wall and reveal the stairway behind it, you look behind you at the presumably dead body of the creature, and wonder if you could ask for the knife back afterwards, it was a bit creepy, but there's no arguing with results.
<<set $hsd to false>>
[[Continue|Third Floor Start]] You're not sure if Lysandrim would actually let you come to harm, but you don't want to take any chances with your life being in the hands of a fickle, carefree god. Pulling out the small bloom the nymph gave you, you hurriedly ask it for help. You're not exactly sure what she could do to help you in this stone room that's gods know where, but you'll take anything that could even the odds.
Unsure what to expect, or if the nymph even heard you, you dodge out of the way, keeping your distance. The creature swings back towards you, braying angrily as it prepares for another charge, muscles tensing. You dive away just as it begins to move, scrambling to get out of the danger zone.
Turning to glance back at the beast, you stumble, almost tripping, and look down to see a small root poking up from between two stones. Feeling glad that didn't happen a few seconds earlier, you continue trying to put distance between you and your foe. Still distracted by the creature, it takes you a few moments to realize that its pretty odd for a tiny little tip of a root like that to be sticking out of the floor like that; there's no other roots or signs of plants anywhere at all in the bare room, and while you were a bit distracted you don't think it was there earlier, was it?
Meanwhile, the beast seems increasingly incensed that you continue to elude it, bellowing madly as it turns toward you once more. Thinking quickly, you scoot sideways until the root is positioned directly between you and the monster and brace yourself, hoping you're not wrong. Unsurprisingly, it charges at you once more, this time though, it crashes to the floor with a tremendous thud well before reaching you, sending the small gold key flying.
/*Non-corrupt choice*/<<if $cnD == 0>> Quickly skittering over to scoop it up, you notice two things, the small heather flower the nymph gave you is falling apart in your hand, and also, a very thick root has wrapped itself securely around the creature's foot. Sending out a silent thanks to the nymph, you hurry over to the wall with the keyhole.<<else>>Quickly skittering over to scoop it up, you notice a thick, veiny root curled around the creature's leg. Grinning, you quietly thank Ástoliá, tucking the small star-shaped flower away as you quickly move towards the wall with the keyhole.<</if>>
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[[Return|Main Corridor 3]] Still, you shouldn't make the poor boy wait too long, or it might just take what it can get. Pressing back in against the creature, you gently but firmly guide it down until it's lying on the cold stone floor and straddle it, another shiver going down your spine as you feel the heat of its towering erection pressed against your stomach. If you're not careful you're the one who's going to start drooling, you think to yourself as you press the thing's massive cock between your thighs and sensuously slide your body against it a few times, rivers of dark fire running through you.
The beast jerks its hips under you, giving a surprisingly cute little moo as it does, and tries to reach up to grab you with its absurdly big hands. You manage to deftly keep them from grasping you, but decide that's enough teasing anyway, it's probably lost on such a simple creature, and you're more than warmed up already. Given its size, you have to almost stand up to get your slit lined up with the head of its shaft, a small feeling of trepidation coming over you now that the moment has arrived and the differences in proportion are so plain, but you banish the thought and, grasping the black flame inside you, press your hips down firmly.
<<if $vcd < 1>>@@.red;You have lost your virginity.@@<<set $pluck to "a bull-headed beast">>
A needle of pain runs through you as your maidenhead tears from the sizeable intruder, but it's quickly swept away on the currents of black fire and pleasure.<<else>>The sheer size of your partner is uncomfortable in the first few moments, but such trivialities are quickly swept away by the currents of black fire and pleasure running through you.<</if>> Descending lower, after a few delicious seconds, you bottom out, feeling distinctly...stretched, but pleasantly so. Pausing for a few moments, you take a deep breath, appreciating the unique sensation of your body adjusting to accommodate such a large partner.
Said partner also seems to be growing even more impatient now that he's gotten a taste, shifting restlessly beneath you, and there's really no reason to hold back. Pushing yourself up on your knees as far as you can, you're not entirely surprised to find you can't actually rise high enough to pull away, you'd have to stand; guess you'll just have to stick to shallow thrusts. While you move slowly at first, you speed up as quickly as you can manage, pumping your hips up and down as you ride the monster. Normally, you might try to savor such an unusual experience a bit longer, but you've got things to do and you need that key.
Not that your partner is likely to complain, its eager grunts are already turning into loud bellows of pleasure as you gyrate up and down its girthy cock. Before you know it, you feel a telltale shudder run through the beast, and a flood of hot liquid is gushing into your depths. The sensation of being so totally filled pushes you over the edge and into a light orgasm that sends tingles down your neck and back.
[[Next|Minotaur Seduction End]] Eyes closed, you take a deep breath, shivering as you feel the aftershocks pulse through you, body flexing and shifting around your densely packed pussy. However, it wouldn't do to waste this chance after going to all the trouble, so you lean down and stretch out your arm, slipping the key off its horn before the thing recovers from its post-coital stupor. Then, forcing your shaking legs to support your weight you try to stand, sliding off the beast's cock with some difficulty, small groans escaping you as the tip bumps and drags against your sensitive insides until it finally slides free with a wet sound.
<<if $preg == false>><<impreg 50 "a bull-headed monster">><</if>>\
A veritable flood of seed gushes out of your thoroughly stretched slit as you sway on unsteady feet. Staggering over to your clothes, you pull them on hastily, wishing you had something to wipe yourself off with, but the bare stone room doesn't really offer anything to do so. The creature begins to stir, spurring you to hasten your movements; it wouldn't do to get caught by the thing now, even if all it wanted was an encore. Awkwardly walking over to the wall with the keyhole in it, you insert the key and watch as the wall vanishes, revealing the stairway.
<<modsexfat 50>>
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[[Continue|Third Floor Start]] Pressing your shoulder against the wall for support, you arch your back and push your <<BustDesc>> chest out enticingly, though honestly, it's more to put yourself in the mood than your audience. Regardless, the language of sex is almost universal, and given the eagerness with which this large boy follows you, the hook has already been well set. Your prospective partner looms over you, his muscular bulk would probably feel quite intimidating if it weren't for the euphoric currents of power still running through you, buoying you up and making you feel like you could do anything, even tame a savage beast like this one.
Predictably, he immediately reaches for you, eager to sate the 'appetite' you've inspired, and now comes the first hurdle: how to get this wild man to play nicely, even with such a temptation right in front of him. You make no move to stop him, but instead, when his hand closes roughly around your arm, you pull back your power entirely, depriving him of the sensations of pleasure he felt just from touching you. He might not be the sharpest knife in the set, but surely even he can grasp that pleasure is good and none is bad, with perhaps a little help.
His bullish brows lower in a clear look of confusion, so you extend a helping hand, literally, letting a little taste of pleasure seep through your touch, and guide him down until his hand is cupping your hip gently, and push a bigger lick of bliss into him through it as a reward. His eyes go unfocused briefly as he shudders from the sensations, and you smile and call him a good boy, reaching down and stroking his rapidly hardening cock a few times for good measure. This time, a plaintive moo sound escapes him, and you can't help but giggle, letting more heat sink in directly as he presses in more closely to your touch.
While toying with such a...big boy is fun, you're here for a reason and should get on with it. His not-so-little friend is raring to go, so you wrap one leg around him and guide his shaft under your <<ShortCloth>> until its tip brushes against your lower lips. He instinctively tries to surge forward, of course, but you hold him back, grinning mischievously as you meet his eyes and then let him slowly, gradually sink inside you.
<<if $vcd < 1>>@@.red;You have lost your virginity.@@<<set $pluck to "a bull-headed beast">>
A needle of pain runs through you as your maidenhead tears from the sizeable intruder, but it's quickly swept away on the currents of light and pleasure.<<else>>The sheer size of your partner is uncomfortable in the first few moments, but such trivialities are quickly swept away by the currents of light and pleasure running through you.<</if>> Your vision goes hazy, and your whole body shudders as the thick rod finally bottoms out against your womb. It takes everything you have to prevent the overeager boy from rampaging through your insides like a wild animal, but you manage, carefully regulating him with gentle hands and judicious application of your power.
[[Next|Minotaur Taming 3]] Your bestial partner soon settles into a comfortable, regular pace, thick bovine cock sliding in and out as it holds you gently. It seems with a good enough carrot, even a rampaging bull as scary as this one quickly becomes obedient. Which leaves you free to actually enjoy the proceedings instead of worrying so much.
Gyrating your waist energetically, you marvel at the visible bulge his dick makes below your stomach as it moves, surprised at how well your body seems to be handling such a... well-endowed partner. This has to be a side effect of your heritage, surely a normal woman couldn't handle this so comfortably. Not that you're complaining, you muse, savoring the sensation of the entire inside of your pussy being stretched and stimulated with every movement of your bodies.
The first tingling beginnings of a climax stir inside you, and you gradually encourage your bullish partner to speed up and get just a little more aggressive, until his muscular body is slamming into your <<BodyDesc>> form with enough force to rock you back against the wall with every thrust. Both of you are breathing heavily, hot, rank air regularly washing over your face as your partner pants, long cow tongue lolling out of his mouth. You force yourself to stay as composed as possible, suppressing any sweet noises and maintaining as serene a visage as possible, under the circumstances.
Things quickly reach a crescendo, your partner's eyes glassy and unfocused as it pumps itself wildly into your drenched snatch, fluids scattering violently from the force of your coupling with each movement. Just when you feel like you can't maintain control any longer, the man bull lets out a braying shout and pulls you tight as he explodes inside you, dumping load after load of scalding hot seed directly into your depths. Your toes curl and your eyes almost roll back at the force of your own orgasm, but you try to endure it without revealing how strongly you're being affected, lips clamped tightly shut to choke back the scream trying to escape you.
<<if $preg == false>><<impreg 50 "a bull-headed monster">><</if>>\
You manage to keep it down to a muffled 'mmmmh', nostrils flaring as you breathe heavily through your nose, but it's more difficult to tamp down on your body's instinct to shudder and jerk as the climax winds down. All in all, you think you mostly maintained your composure, a rational outside observer might not have been fooled, but a very distracted animal probably wouldn't notice. Keeping your cool during sex is hard as a woman, but it's something you should work on; people will expect more if word of your real parentage ever gets out.
[[Next|Minotaur Taming End]] Closing your eyes, you take one deep breath to collect yourself as you feel the aftershocks pulse through you, body flexing and shifting around your densely packed pussy. However, it would be a complete waste to lose this chance after going to all the trouble, so you stretch out your arm up, slipping the key off its horn before the thing recovers from its post-coital stupor. Then, unwrapping your leg from around the thing, you try to stand, sliding off the beast's cock with some difficulty, small hitches interrupting your breathing as the tip bumps and drags against your sensitive insides, until it finally slides free with a wet sound.
<<if $preg == false>><<impreg 50 "a bull-headed monster">><</if>>\
A veritable flood of seed gushes out of your thoroughly stretched slit as you sway on unsteady feet. Wishing you had something to wipe yourself off with, you carefully walk a few steps away, but the bare stone room doesn't really offer anything to do so. The creature begins to stir, and it wouldn't do to linger, since there's no telling how it will react to its taste of divinity; even if all it wanted was an encore, that'd be a problem. Gingerly walking over to the wall with the keyhole in it, you insert the key and watch as the wall vanishes, revealing the stairway.
<<modsexfat 50>>
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[[Continue|Third Floor Start]] The creature grunts in satisfaction as you speed up, dribbling some of your saliva onto your hands to provide some lubrication. Trying to get this over with, you lean in, pumping your arms furiously to stimulate its shaft, the heavy animal musk wafting off it filling your nostrils. Between the scent, the heat, and the texture under your fingers, and probably the influence of the trial, a small, wet, hot need builds up below your belly.
You have no intention of acting on it, of course, but the bestial man sniffs and snuffles, bovine snout tasting the air, and starts to get agitated. You just have time to look up and see it looking down at you, its wide-set eyes focused intently on your crotch, before it grabs you. Letting out a startled yelp, you struggle briefly, but it's no use, the thing's arms are like tree trunks wrapped around you as it lifts you up.
You quickly find yourself hanging upside down by your ankles as the creature shoves its snout into the crook of your legs, still sniffing curiously, until it abruptly pulls away and lets out a bellow. Your acute concern over the turn events are taking only deepens as it roughly pulls your <<ShortCloth>> off and wraps its hands around your waist now, lowering you back towards the ground. What's about to happen is quite obvious, but you still try to scream out a protest before being cut off by the bull-man slamming you onto its cock at the same it rams its hips forward.
<<if $vcd < 1>>@@.red;You have lost your virginity.@@<<set $pluck to "a bull-headed beast">>
A splitting pain assaults your senses, and your vision goes red as your maidenhead is obliterated, a steady trickle of red seeping out of your now-gaping cunt to stain the invading shaft and drip down onto the floor.<<else>>A splitting sensation assaults your mind, and your vision goes white as your delicate slit is forcibly transformed into a gaping cunt barely able to accept the invading shaft.<</if>> You'd scream if your lungs would work properly and inhale, but most of your body seems to not be capable of listening to your commands at the moment. The monster seems disinclined to give you time to recover or even process what's going on, either, starting to vigorously pump you up and down its shaft like some sort of masturbatory aid instead of a sexual partner.
The discomfort is enormous at first, your vision flashing again each time it rams into you, pushing in as far as your body will allow it, crushing your organs together as it thrives to open up more space to accept its cock. It's everything you can do just to not pass out, wheezing gasps and drool leaking out your mouth with every careless thrust. Sooner than you expected, though, the pain and discomfort start to fade, and your mind wanders idly, wondering if this is what it would feel like to be a doll owned by a particularly careless or malicious child.
[[Next|Minotaur Fuck 3]] You're not sure if it's a good sign that the pain is gone, but it does leave you free to fully appreciate the novel sensation of your insides being stretched, squished, and moved around in a continuous cycle of violent pistoning. If you had the remaining faculties to do so, you'd probably be worried about how much more of this your body can even take. Fortunately, it appears the same goes for the creature using you to pleasure itself.
It's grunts have steadily grown more labored and it's started to move faster and faster, pumping you up and down on its monstrous cock like a cheap rag. Vison going fuzzy, you start to see white encroaching on the edges of your vision as your gaping pussy is forced down upon the mammoth intruder again and again. You can feel the thing start to quiver in excitement, the vibration being transmitted to you clearly through the organ piercing halfway into your torso.
Through the haze of numbness, you can start to feel something building up inside of you, too. With each brutal penetration, it gets a little bigger, until it feels ready to spill over. Body going limp as your vision grows increasingly white, you feel the exact moment the beasts cock pulses inside you, and it pulls you down the length of its shaft one last time with a guttural roar as it explodes inside you.
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Eyes rolling up, you lose all control of your body like a puppet with its strings cut, spouting liquid from almost every orifice as your body shudders and convulses as a torrent of hot, bestial seed is unloaded deep inside you. Body twitching, tears, drool, seed, sexual fluids and piss all drip from your boneless form, held up only by the creature's grip. Then, with a groan, it lets go, and gravity pulls you off its cock to collapse on the hard stone floor, your entire consciousness going white.
Slowly, painfully, you come to, presumably some time later, finding yourself collapsed in a puddle of various liquids that have leaked, spouted, and dribbled from you. With some monumental effort, you push yourself up to your knees, looking around. The beast is gone, thankfully, and your cast off clothes lie in a heap nearby, fortunately unstained, though looking down at yourself that will only last until you put them on again; also sitting a few feet away is that wretched gold key, though whether it fell off during your time performing as a cumrag, or was left as a consolation prize after the creature was whisked away, you do not know. With a muttered curse, you force yourself to walk over and get dressed.
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