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Jarl glared at the diminutive elf girl and tried to read her tells. Everything about this seemed fishy but the elf was all blond and innocent looking, and she looked as genuine as her gold. Still … he kept prodding.

“So … let me get this straight," the big man rumbled as he tried to find the ambush, “you wants us to go to the caves with you, hack our way past a dozen types of beasty, and all so you can get some magic potion or something?"

“That is correct." The girl had one of those elf names that Jarl had forgotten the moment he heard it but her gold was real enough. Her smile was all butterflies and sweetcakes but her armor and sword were both covered in those fancy elf designs. She looked all sweet and sixteen but she was probably hundreds of years old.

Dangerous, he thought but as she chattered on about the cave and its monsters, Jarl was distracted by how desperately wanted to squeeze those dimpled cheeks and thrust his cock between her tender looking lips. Bet she'd scream real good.

Jarl was thinking about how much of her face he could cover in his cum when the elf girl stopped talking and stared at him as if waiting for an answer. “You wanna go tonight?" he asked because he had no idea what else had been said.

“We should depart in the morning," the elf girl said brightly. “Willum needs his rest and he'll need a night in seclusion to study his spells."

“Right," Jarl said as his eyes shifted over to the cloak who contained a man so old that he was pretty sure the girl had to resurrect him to bring him to the meeting. “He gonna make it?"

“Willum will be fine," the elf girl said and for some reason her never-ending smile seemed to lose some of its luster. “Your first mission will be to get another warrior. Same contract and the pair of you can get your gold when we reach the mouth of the dungeon."

Nothing to stop me from rolling her once we get there. Maybe we go through with it and see what happens.

“Alright," Jarl said and he waved over his comrade. A tankard was drained and set roughly onto the bar. A large battle axe was hoisted over a meaty shoulder and the mercenary lumbered over to the table. “This is Lund. He's like two men … and so am I. If you two got some fancy magic then we all you need."

“Very well," the elf maiden said and four coins as gold as her hair skipped across the table and settled before them. “There is your retainer. I shall give you the rest when we reach the dungeon and then anything we find that is valuable and non-magical shall be yours. You will have no use for the thing I'm chasing."

“Sounds good," Lund grunted. “Who's carrying grandpa?"

“Willum can carry himself," the elf girl told them. “Worry not."

The following afternoon the four adventurers stood before the mouth of an opening in the side of a mountain. It had all of the signs of a lucrative haul with its grotesque statues and sulfurous stench. An arch of mystic looking runes surrounded the darkness and Jarl was certain those were the only thing keeping whatever was in there inside.

Definitely some hell spawn activity going on in there. Which means danger and treasure, two of my favorite things. Jarl's eyes traveled over to the elf girl who was staring intently into the gloom. Metallic armor curved pleasantly over her delicate frame and made her look soft and inviting. Three of my favorite things.

“Warriors, attend me," Willum said.

For a man who looked like a strong gust of wind would blow him away, the old man had a surprisingly strong voice. Jarl looked while Lund glared and Jarl had to give his companion a warning gesture. Not yet, you big lug. First we pillage then we rape.

“I shall open each battle with a volley of fire. You should close at least one eye to preserve your dark vision but once the flame clears you two will need to step forward and hold off the enemy until I can prepare another burst."

“How long dat?" Lund asked in a voice that sounded dumb as a troll's.

“Can you count to ten?" Willum's question was demeaning and Jarl moved quickly to grab his friend's arm before it could descend.

“No!" Jarl growled at Lund. “Remember the treasure."

“Old man has a smart mouth," Lund growled.

“Of course he does," Jarl told his comrade. “He's a wizard. He makes fire." He paused so that his friend could process what was said and then he continued. “Let the old man use his fire then you use your axe. He'll tell us when to step back so he can use his fire again."

“Exactly," the aged wizard said calmly. “Thank you."

“Willum," the elf girl said and the old man turned to face her like a dog that had been called by its owner.

Oh balls … he's in love. Jarl watched as the weathered face smoothed with an adoring glow and Jarl began to wonder how long that torch had been burning. Could be decades. Elves don't age but we do. Damn pretty bitch used him up and now he's gonna die helping her get whatever she needs. Buggering idiot.

The elf handed Willum some coins and he brought them over obediently. Jarl counted the money and considered killing the old man immediately then raping the elf and then retiring to a tavern to blow the rest of their load. Not yet. There's treasure in the dark and I want it.

“We must drink these," Willum said as he took three potions from his robes and distributed them to the other men.

“What dis?" Lund asked.

“The demons will try and make us kill each other by stirring up our emotion," Willum told him as he gently swirled the potion in his bottle. “These will lessen the effect."

“Fine," Jarl said, then his hand blurred and he snatched the potion out of the old man's hands. “You drink this one," Jarl said, thrusting his potion into Willum's shriveled hands.

“As you wish," the wizard said. An amused expression wrinkled the leathery face and he drank the potion Jarl had handed him. He swallowed it, made a face, and then smacked his lips.

The two bruisers exchanged nods and followed suit. It was odd, like a sweet drink after a steak. Jarl's emotions felt farther away and he began to wonder if he would be able to get worked up enough to do his job.

“What about her?" Lund asked and Jarl mentally kicked himself for not noticing.

“Elves are not affected by the demon's magic the way we mere men are," Willum said in a way that made Jarl want to punt him off of a cliff. “Vellah will be fine."

A softly glowing ball of light appeared in the elf girl's hand and then floated forward. The magic-looking symbols glowed, when the light passed through them, and the gloom was pushed back enough for Jarl to see the bones of the fallen. His sword slid free of its sheath and he took a deep breath of sulfur and beast.

“Are you ready?" the elf asked.

“Right," Lund brayed.

“Let's do it," Jarl agreed.

The four stepped past the threshold and Jarl could feel sinister eyes upon him. All of his darkest emotions boiled to the surface and he grit his teeth as he resisted them all. Lund turned to look at Jarl. Lust and savage maliciousness burned in his eyes.

“I feel it too," Jarl said quietly as he stepped close to his friend. “It's the demons."

“Do not let the demons control you," the elf girl said.

“Mind your own bloody business," Jarl said with a snarl and then he reigned himself in. “Gods and devils … that was more rage than I'm used to."

“Remember it is the demons that are to blame," Willum said. “Focus your rage upon the enemy and do unto them before they do unto you."

“I like the sound of that," Jarl said as he loosened his sword. “Alright, fine. Let's get this over with."

The four adventurers moved on. The small cavern opened up into a larger one and multiple caves twisted and turned them around. Jarl took a piece of chalk out of his belt and began marking the corners as they walked. This was not his first dungeon expedition and he did not intend it to be his last. Once the old man was dead, and the elf was dealt with, he and Lund would need to find their way to the surface.

Some time later, the adventurers found their way down some stairs to an area that looked like it had been designed for an ambush. The others seemed to agree because the elf girl gave a hand sign and Willum took a deep breath and began muttering to himself. For several seconds the only sound was Willum's magical muttering. Then the shuffling of dozens of tiny feet could be heard from up ahead.

“Here they come," Jarl snarled as he moved into a flanking position with Lund.

“Close your eyes," Willum said, and then his muttering became an echo of raw power. Jarl squeezed his eyes shut and there was a terrible roar as the world grew bright and hot. When the darkness rolled back in, Jarl looked and saw a hall full of twisted twitching shapes.

“Uhm … what in the hell do you need us for?" Jarl asked as he surveyed the carnage.

“Someone needs to carry the treasure," Willum said with a grin that Jarl suddenly felt fondly of.

“Heh … you're alright, old man," Jarl said, and he knew he would feel a little bad when the old man died.

The process worked perfectly twice more but on the third time there were a few survivors. They were quick but sword and axe met them and soon the men were decorated in the gore of their felled enemies. Two more hallways brought them to a sizable set of double doors.

“It's here," the elf girl said as she moved to turn the handle.

“Wait!" Jarl's hand went out automatically and seized her wrist. “Might be trapped."

“Oh," the girl said and Jarl began to wonder if she actually was as young as she looked. “Uhm … yeah, go ahead."

Jarl let go of the slender arm and began to look around the doorframe. A series of runes could be barely seen under the door's frame and he nodded. “Rune trap."

“Can you disarm it?" the elf girl asked.

“No," Jarl said flatly. “But if your crafty wizard can blast a hole in this wall over here, we won't need to go through the door."

Willum laughed a dusty old wheeze and raised one hand. A roar of light and sound created a sizable hole and the four of them stepped through it. The room contained several piles of gold and urns full of gemstones. It was too obvious, but before Jarl could stop him Lund surged forward and grabbed a fist full of rubies. The trap sprung and the floor fell away.

“Ooohhh … balls," Jarl moaned. He was not sure how far he had fallen but he was able to move without too much pain. Part of him wondered if it was the potion he had drunk, deadening the pain so that he could still move around while wounded. He squeezed his knuckles together and wiggled his fingers and toes. Nothing was broken. There was no light under the ground but it was stupid to travel with only one source of light. Fumbling through his traveling pack, he produced a roll of torches and his tinderbox. It was some work to get everything in order but he eventually lit the torch and was able to see what he had fallen into.

This part of the dungeon was professionally cut and it was definitely not a place he wanted to hang around in. Lund lay sprawling on the floor. Jarl checked his brother and then gave him a swift kick. Lund groaned out something offensive but he got to his feet and looked around.

Lund's loot had fallen with them and so the two men gathered it up. Once they were ready he held up his torch and watched it intently. It drifted in one direction and the men moved toward the source of that air. A few twists and turns later brought them to an area where the air seemed to be moving more quickly. Another set of double doors stood before them and after checking it for traps they entered.

A gust of cool air caused Jarl to break out in goose flesh and he found himself staring at some sort of church. Tables, chairs, and an altar could be seen along with more of that mystic writing. Jarl felt an urgent need to be somewhere else … anywhere else; but then he heard Lund grunt like a bull and he followed his brother's gaze.

The elf girl laid spread out upon the altar. Most of her armor had been torn away and her hands were exploring nubile flesh. Elegant fingers pinched her tiny nipples and she made sweet moaning sounds. The other hand played through the landscape of her lower lips and her fingers were busily dashing in and out.

Neither of the brothers could move as this spectacle played out. An elegant dance of playful fondling soaked her skin until her hips bucked and she let out a passionate scream. Elf cream gushed onto the altar and the room filled with her heady aroma.

The men had not moved throughout the display but the geyser of sexual fluids animated them. Neither man needed to look at one another to know what came next. With adept flicks of several straps, the lower parts of Lund's armor fell to the floor. The big man grabbed the elf girl by the hips, flipped her onto her hands and knees, and plunged into her folds with a bestial growl.

The surge of wild lust had muddled Jarl's normally predatory mind and it caused him to fumble at the straps on his armor. Jarl could hear the wet noises, the lewd gasps, and the lack of resistance as the elf girl was taken, but this only made his plight more desperate. When his erection was finally free, he marveled at his brother's ferocity.

Jarl had never witnessed a woman crying out in pleasure at his brother's assault. All of her weight was supported by her muscular arms and her small breasts jerked violently forward and back. Her strong legs were splayed open and Lund was holding her up off of the stone. There was no mistaking the joy in her screams. This strange creature's green eyes were glazed with rapture and she was begging Jarl to act.

Caution gave Jarl only the briefest pause before it was run down by the image of he had wanted to see since he first met this girl. Gripping a fist full of blond hair caused the girl's mouth to open and her tongue to loll out. Jarl pulled that open mouth over his manhood and roughly sheathed himself until his scrotum was slapping against her chin. He had expected resistance, a cock-silenced scream, or tears … anything to indicate that he was hurting her. Instead those green eyes rolled back in ecstatic delight then looked up into his.

As the elf girl's eyes begged him to take her, Jarl felt himself slide into her silky throat. Somehow this part of her was better than the nethers of any of the human girls he had taken over the years and he was unable to do much thinking past that. Lund's thrusting had begun in a wildly erratic cadence but now he was slamming into the girl with a steady rhythm that Jarl easily picked up. Lewd moaning and slurping noises were punctuated by grunts and flesh slapping upon flesh. Jarl could not look away from the girl's green eyes which seemed to be pulling him more deeply inside of her.

When Jarl felt the surge of pressure rising up inside of him, he remembered the second thing he had wanted to see from her. As Lund howled his bestial orgasm, Jarl pulled the girl's hair back and unloaded onto her face. Closing her eyes, the elf girl opened her mouth wide and moaned as copious amounts of hot cream splattered onto her perfect milky skin and coated her tongue.

When it was over, Jarl fell backward onto the cold stone floor. Never in his life had he cum like that and he gasped for breath as the sounds of his heartbeat overpowered everything else in the room. An almost comical amount of cum had fired out of him and he could not remember his orgasm being that intense. Never had a girl's throat been so sweat and he trembled at the thought of thrusting into the rest of her. Once again his rational mind told him this was some sort of trap. He needed to kill this girl and get out of here. Whatever she was … she was not natural.

As Jarl's head began to clear, the girl's gasping drew his attention. Lund had turned the girl onto her back and had begun again. Globs of cum were leaking from their connection but the bigger of the brothers had not paused to rest. Jarl knew it would be several minutes before he was ready for more but his brother had not even paused to breathe. Part of Jarl wanted to jump up and show his brother who was the stronger alpha, but the part of him that had survived for six years as a sword for hire caused him to look for traps … especially those made of honey.

“Lund!" Jarl called out but there was no response. “Lund! Stop! It's a trap!"

“He can't hear you," spoke a voice that Jarl was pretty sure had appeared in his mind without going through his ears. “He has already confessed his sins to me and accepted his rebirth. You too must confess. Confess and be reborn."

The voice was feminine but Jarl felt as if it was slithering through his brain. He shook his head and tried to focus … and when he looked again, Lund looked as if he was frothing like a mad dog. His grin had become wide and manic. Drool and spittle spluttered onto the girl's stomach and breasts. Veins bulged all along his arms, legs, and head as muscles grotesquely swelled.

“What … are you doing to my brother?" Jarl managed to snarl as he pushed himself to his feet.

“Does it truly matter? Look upon your brother. Is he not beautiful? Look at how he thrusts and strains. Look upon his ecstasy … his bliss. Look at how he presses into me … worshiping me with his body … straining to get deeper and deeper as if he is trying to push his way back into the womb so that he can be born again."

Lund climbed on top of the altar, leaned forward, and began thrusting downward. Elf hips were angled upwards to allow all of him inside, but it still it did not look possible. Lund was a big man and Jarl kept thinking of the elf as a girl for a reason. Lund's meat should have broken the girl's pelvis and pushed up into her guts. Somehow, instead of splitting the elf in half Lund was hilting himself with each thrust and she was taking it with a smile.

Jarl watched in wide-eyed silence as his brother's shoulders widened and every part of him grew larger and bulkier. The armor that remained fell to the floor, as he grew, and soon he was covered in nothing but sweat and desire. Two large horns began to grow from the sides of his head and his skin began to darken until he was completely black. A whip of a tail sprouted from his tailbone and his face pushed forward into that of a bull's. A thin layer of black fur began to cover every inch of him and his eyes became red as rubies.

As Lund's legendary orgasm approached, Jarl saw that his brother's meat was much like that of a stallion. His cock was round and thick as a woman's forearm and it spread the girl to an impossible girth. A fearsome roar announced Lund's pleasure. The elf girl's stomach became round and bulged as a grotesque amount of seed filled her womb and overflowed from her nether lips. A mingled puddle of feminine arousal and masculine desire poured into channels, which would have been blood groves on any other altar, carried the precious gift into a central hole in the stone. Rubies, which glistened along the carved sides, began to glow the same deep crimson as Lund's eyes and that light caused Jarl's lust began to increase up again.

The minotaur that had been Lund dismounted the altar and marveled at his new body. For a moment he looked perplexed but satisfaction formed on his features and he grinned at his brother.

“Dat good," Lund rumbled. “Your turn, Jarl. Plow Vellah Magistare; confess and be strong."

“Vellah Magistare," Jarl said and the elf's grin looked wicked with satisfaction. “What are you?"

“Don't you know?" she answered in the normal way. With that she closed her green eyes and her pale flesh became even paler. A pair of red horns poked through the top of her hair and as she opened her mouth to exhale her shuddering gasp, two dainty fangs appeared. Talons grew from her fingers and a wavy demon tail sprouted from her tailbone. Rolling onto her hands and knees allowed room for a pair of sizable batwings to sprout and flap in the cool air. When Vellah opened her eyes they had become the same crimson as the rubies on the altar, just like Lund. Her grin was lascivious and she licked her lips as she studied him.

Jarl felt a spasm of lust course through his veins and as his erection grew to an impossible girth, he arched backwards and roared in ecstatic pain. “Oh … gods!" he cried out as the first waves of sensation crashed into his shore then retreated back to the sea. “What have you done to me?"

“I have done nothing … yet," Vellah said as she let her hands play over her perfect flesh once more. “I paid the pair of you to come here and then lay upon this altar. It was you who decided to come to me and accept my offering. Did it feel good, Jarl? Did you like covering my face with your seed?"

Those hypnotic fingers caressed the thick cum on her face and drew it toward her mouth. She licked it with apparent pleasure and savoring the taste like a connoisseur of fine wines. Leaning back upon the altar once more, Vellah spread open her lower lips and let her love-juice glisten invitingly. Jarl barely registered the fact that his brother's cum was not dripping and the demon's love tunnel looked as if it had never been soiled. Had his mind been working Jarl might have remembered that a succubus fed on sexual desire … and Jarl's desire needed her to be clean and innocent so that he could soil what was pure.

“You should join us, Jarl," Vellah whispered breathily. “Enter my body. Use me with all of your might. Thrust and strain until you achieve perfect bliss." Nimble fingers flicked at her pink nub causing more of her juices to drool onto the altar in a small stream that filled the air with heady pheromones. “Look upon me and know ecstasy. Press your body into mine. Push into my womb, cum inside of me, and be born again."

“N-no," Jarl said as he tried to crawl away from her. “No I … no!" Jarl scuttled backwards like a crab and drew his sword from the pile of discarded clothing. He struggled up to an unsteady fighting stance and held his weapon in a pose that wobbled drunkenly.

“Don't be afraid … you know why you came here." Vellah paused, letting out a little gasp that sent shivers through Jarl and caused a small burst of cream to erupt from his manhood and steam on the stone. “Don't you remember your purpose? Treasure … plunder … pleasure … come now … be honest. Since the moment you saw me you've been scheming to defile this slender body with your massive manly lust."

“Get out of my head demon! Get thee behind me accused whore!" Jarl snarled venomous insults, and even a little scripture, but he could not look away from her glistening lower lips and their infernal invitation.

“Why do you resist?" Vellah asked in a teasing tone. “Is this not why you came here?"

“I didn't come here to turn into a bloody monster!"

“But you are a bloody monster," she purred as her fingers continued their lascivious dance. “Fighting and fornicating your way from village to village … leaving a trail of bodies and babies behind you … you have been a monster for years. Embrace who you are, Jarl. Become my monster, and I shall forgive your sins."

“I'm not like that," Jarl said as he strained against the heat that was building in his limbs. “I'm … no, not here. I'm not going to be trapped here."

Jarl took a couple of angry steps forward but the minotaur that had been his brother stepped in his way. In the last few moments Lund had retrieved his battle axe and his massive penis had withdrawn into a protective sheath available only to four legged beasts.

“Don't," Lund spoke in his unmistakable tone.

“Why not stay with me?" Vellah's seductive tone bypassed his years once more and Jarl could not ignore her words. “Here lies all of the things you desire. The heat … the sex. You and your brother will become great and powerful. Once you are properly mine you will go out into the world and conquer. Your monstrous girth will widen the wombs of thousands of women … you will make them like me and they will seduce more men to our cause. Male and female … round and around as you all become part of a greater whole. You shall cum together … fornicating your way into higher levels of bliss than you have ever imagined in that simple form. Come to me, darling. Give yourself pleasure. Take me … brutalize me! Fill me with your children and embrace your true self!

Jarl closed his eyes and then looked up at his brother. Lund's black-furred body was even more muscular than he had been as a man.

“What say you, Lund?" Jarl asked as he tried to ignore the succubus.

“Take her and join me, brother," Lund said bluntly. “Look at me! I'm strong!"

The minotaur flexed his muscles and gave Jarl the opening he needed to strike. Jarl raised he sword and tensed his muscles but he did not lunge forward. Though his body had changed, the monster before him was still Lund. This was still the boy he had grown up with and the man whom he had done both fare and fowl deeds with. Accepting this bargain might give him a master … but what a master. She sought to make him more of what he already was. Her will would give him purpose … and that purpose would be to spread his seed farther than it would ever manage on its own.

“Alright, fine." Jarl said as he tossed the sword back onto the pile of discarded armor and clothing. “I accept."

“Yeeesss," the succubus hissed as she spread herself wide for him. “Come to me Jarl. Do with me as you please.

“Shut up, slut!" Jarl shouted as he surged past Lund and leapt onto the altar. One hand gripped her throat, he pinned her down with all of his weight. His other hand guided his painful erection into the gate of hell and he sealed his fate with a fearsome thrust.

“Good … good … just like that! Fill me with your lust! Fill me with your rage! Let yourself go!"

Jarl gripped her throat tightly and held her in place as he spread her tight glistening folds around his member. Plunging into her bottomless depths was like leaping into an aphrodisiac ocean. Within moments his body was moving on its own. Instincts driving him to thrust like a rutting beast. Breath and spittle burst from his lips as his hands gripped the succubus tightly enough to crush the life out of a normal elf girl.

The sound of Jarl's scrotum slapping against her sex echoed obscenely through the chamber. Every thrust dragged silken fire over his nerves, heating the lust in his veins like the bellows of a forge. A power unlike any he had ever known was seeping into him through their connection and Jarl was suddenly afraid.

Vellah had chosen a role for him and her corruption was slipping over his free will. Anarchy had always driven Jarl yet as he continued he felt himself wanting to serve. His mind was trying to drive off this alien sensation by killing its host but the flesh was weak.

Muscles strained as Jarl squeezed the slender elf throat. He pulled and pushed, slamming Vellah's head against the stone altar again and again, but the only cries she made were those of mockery and pleasure. Jarl tried to pull out, but he was stuck like a wolf knotted to his bitch. He hammered her with his fists, but like many of the women in his past, he was not strong enough to overcome this sexual predator. In the end her power was greater than his and when he peaked, he poured all of his strength into her.

Every muscle in his body clenched and he remained frozen in a rigor of endless orgasm. All was light and then all was darkness. The little death drew Jarl from his body and into the arms of the greater death.

Time and space did not exist as he tumbled through the void. Free from the influence of his glands and emotions, Jarl reflected upon the uselessness of his existence and the pain he had inflicted upon the world. All of his life's dark deeds played out before him and he knew there was no good excuse for any of it. Below him spread the lake of fire where his soul belonged.

Jarl turned himself towards that molten oblivion and wept at the uselessness of his existence. But as he grew closer to accepting his end, he heard the sound of beating of wings, and he was snatched from this fate like a rabbit by a bird of prey. The touch of feminine strength held him aloft and her mouth breathed words into his ear.

“This is your last chance," she told him gently. “If you do not wish to serve me, say so now and I will let you go."

The moment which followed was uncomplicated and Jarl would remember it for the rest of his existence. Every sin he had ever committed screamed out to him from that lake of fire and he knew that falling into it would be more horrible than anything he could possibly imagine.

Going with the succubus would save him from that torment and faithful service would save him from his sins. Somehow, this creature, whom he thought to be a demon, was so much more. Only a full blooded devil could do the things she was doing and yet she was here to cleans his soul of sin and allow him to be reborn.

“Yes," he spoke with a humility that he had never achieved in life. “Yes my mistress … I'll serve you. My soul is yours."

The words resonated through Jarl's being and he let go of his former self. The succubus turned him to face her and kissed him with passionate forgiveness. She wrapped her legs around his body and she descended onto his manhood with grace. There was no grunting or thrusting. There was no violent straining or explosion of seed. In this moment Jarl simply pressed into Vellah and kept going.

First she drew in all of his penis, in the traditional manner, but then his testicals passed the border of her opening. Next his form folded bonelessly backwards and he slid further inside. Pleasure rose along his abdomen and filled him with peace as he slid further inside. There was no panic … there was no fear.

When the lips of Vellah's labia folded around his head and shoulders Jarl curled into the fetal position and became an unformed soul. The fears and sins of his life were stripped away and consumed by the hungry devil but his essence remained intact. From there he was remade and the image he was to take was renown in his heart.

Once it was done Jarl's soul was forced back into the meat of his old body. Time had not moved during his rebirth and thus it was that he felt every ache and strain of the muscles as they started to relax. As arms and legs settled him onto all fours, Jarl opened his eyes and looked into the crimson gaze of his master.

Vellah smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his back. Gently she drew him down to her and opened her mouth for a long slow kiss. The elfin succubus tasted like steak and smelled like savory foods. Her skin was slick with a thin layer of sweat and Jarl felt a different type of arousal filling his senses.

Their connection had not been broken so they were able to pick up where they left off. This time they moved slowly and carefully. Though he knew he could not harm her Jarl felt like he needed to serve. The magic that allowed the smaller female to take every inch of his length was still miraculous to his eyes. A feral grin formed on as he delighted in the sight of her thin, pouted labia stretching around the girth of his shaft. Each time he pulled back his manhood dripped with the unearthly glisten of infernal juices.

Slick friction swallowed him in a wash of pleasure he had no will to resist. In a past life, Jarl would have poured all of his essence into the female below him, but now at his peak he felt Vellah's essence pouring up into him.

The power of creation flowed up through Jarl's erection and spread out along the pathways of every nerve. The body began to change like the soul, causing bones to thicken and meat to reform. Veins pulsed with every beat of his heart and he became malleable. Pale skin reddened and the tips of his fingers poked out enough to look like claws. Old hair and fingernails were shed and his body widened to accommodate larger organs.

Though not quite the hulking brute of his brother, Jarl still managed to double his mass. Impressive muscles grew to a size that he never could have achieved with mortal effort. Horns and a tail pushed their way into the light but it was a great set of bat-like wings that came last as a mark of his new status.

As Jarl became the guardian that his mistress demanded, he arched his back and flared his wings. An obscene amount of cum flooded forth, causing Vellah's belly to swell in the same manner Lund had managed.

When he finally finished, Jarl flopped free. Milky seed gushed out onto the altar and ran down the essence channels to the place where the offering was accepted. The rubies flared with power and Jarl felt the last of his old self slip away.

Jarl collapsed over the prone form of his mistress and she cooed as she gently stroked his head. He stayed that way a long time before she gave him his first orders. Jarl and Lund followed those orders without hesitation or question. Every order which followed was much the same.