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Alli gasps with each thrust into her, her fingers curling up into the wall, scratching against the ancient stone. "Yeh… yes… Yes! Sandro, you really are a man! Aah… Ke-keep it up!"

"I… I told you!" Sandro grunts, pushing himself deeper into her. Soon, he can feel his hips slapping against her butt, his cock further than ever. He holds one of her shoulders with one hand and moves his other around her front, fondling at her breast, giving it a good grope.

"Fuh… fuck…" Feliny says, playing with her own chest as she watches the display. "When did you get so… so forceful? You… you're never like this with… with mmm me!"

He looks over towards her, his eyes piercing her with a sharp gaze even without his glasses. This look is so unlike him, and yet, so much like him. It makes her want to continue and to bounce even more on the pole.

He grips onto Alli's shoulder and pulls her up towards him, shooting his tongue out and licking over her flesh. "Ah, yes," he hisses. "That panting… that sweat… you like this, and here I thought you didn't consider me a real man!"

Alli giggles and rocks her hips against that cock, pushing her tits out for him to fondle between his fingers. He huffs as he leans in against her, his covered chest over her uncovered back. He even nips at her neck, making her squeal as he shoves himself deep into her.

With a final groan with his teeth against her flesh, he releases his load into her. His shaft fills her with warm and wonderful cum before he pulls out, letting the excess drip down between her legs and from his hose.

Feliny's legs shake, and she quickly pushes herself up, crying out as she plops down on the floor beside the pole, the thing slick with her fluids.

Alli shudders and stumbles free from Sandro's grasp, leaning against the wall, panting and smiling. "Well, well, you two seem to be quite good so far." The goddess snickers, watching as Sandro pulls his pants back up. "But, you're not quite ready for all the secrets of my temple."

Feliny fumbles around on the ground a moment before pushing herself up. "Wha… what other tests you got?" she says, pulling up her own pants. "We can handle it… no problem. Right, Sandy?"

Sandro takes a deep breath. "Maybe a quick rest, first?"

"Oh, is that the sound of quitting I hear?" The goddess asks, stepping away from the two and flicking her wrist. A doorway, invisible to them before, glows and slides open, showing off a lush jungle beyond with the sounds of life within. She steps through the threshold into it, looking over her shoulder at the two. "If you don't follow me in, you'll surely be lost in this dark temple forever."

The two adventurers look to one another, and Sandro helps his wife up. Together, the two maneuver their tired bodies through the darkened room and into the open space beyond."

Immediately after passing through, the chamber disappears, leaving the three in the middle of the jungle. A moment passes beyond that, and the blistering, humid heat hits the two travelers.

"By the gods…." Feliny says, wiping sweat and condensation off of her brow. "What are you testing us on this time?"

"Necessity," the goddess says, her elven form showing the first signs of heat, but she isn't as affected as either of them. "It's really not so difficult to tolerate."

"That's easy for you to say," Sandro says, loosening his collar, "But you're a goddess. You're supernaturally gifted against such a climate, I'm sure."

She titters and shakes her head. "Oh, Sandro, Sandro, no. The truth is that I’m as hot as you two would be…" she says this, adding a smirk to her lips, "if you were like I am right now."

"What is that supposed to mean?" He snaps at her.

"Easy there, Sandy," Feliny says. "I think I know what game you're playing now, and I'm fine with playing it, after that whole charade."

"What are you…?" Sandro says, only blushing when his lover kicks off her boots, getting in the buff. Her muscles seem slightly more prominent than before, her smiling teeth a little sharp. "Okay, hubby, your turn!"

"Ugh, this is barbaric," he sighs, but he lifts his shirt up over his head, and Feliny whistles, "What's that you got there? A rash?"

"Huh?" He looks to his side, where a small patch of his skin down by his waist is rough and scaled. "Oh, just great, as If I didn't have enough to worry about," he hisses.

"DOn't forget the rest of it, Sandy," Alli teases. "Or, are you willing to die of heat exhaustion?"

"No, no, I'm fine," Sandro says, unbelting his pants and slipping out of them. He peels off the sweat-stained things and steps out. "My word…" he breathes, stretching his sides and his back with broad sweeping movements. "It's like I've shed out of my skin and become something new! The feeling is night and day!" He blinks, squints, and then holds his hand up in front of his face. "My… my vision… it's… it's better!?" he says this, looking over to his wife, and the two both gasp at the slitted pupils they see.Naked, the two adventurers stare at each other. Feliny's strong and muscled form seems to be more toned, while Sandro's thin and meek form has become softer, curvier. Both see each other for the first time with eyes that are not their own but better. In the hot haze of this humid jungle, their love for each other washes away into something different—something far more primal.

Feliny, headstrong, shakes herself out of her haze, grabbing her skull. "Ghn… Alli… wha… what have you done to us?"

"Nothing you should concern yourself with," the goddess says. "Now, we shall move on to the next test. Leave this form and this world, and gain the knowledge you so desperately seek." The elf opens her arms wide. Both of the two adventurers stare upwards, feeling themselves disappearing from their own bodies.