Murlocs

[13:45] <@Chibi-Reaper> roll 1d25 for murlocs
[13:45] <+qqbot> Chibi-Reaper rolled 1d25: 17 = [17]
[21:10] <@Xale> roll 1d100
[21:10] <+qqbot> Xale rolled 1d100: 71 = [71]

You sigh, frustrations ebbing though your veins as the very memory of what you’d found taunted you with its bitter obscenity. The dark offspring of the Harpies and their demonic consorts have left you not only troubled, but almost physically on edge. Your mind clouded with thoughts of how, where and when. Your body itself tense with anticipation of the battle to come, worried for those who were in yours to protect and guild.

And worse were the implications of what you’d found even more than the current actuality.

Something was wrong, something was dead wrong here. And it festered and grew like bile fungus beneath untended fins. The Fel green light taunted your memory, the wrongness of it, and the sickness of it. Everything which you were rebelled at the very idea of it. You would not rest well until the moment that it had been cleansed away, scoured from your lands and made Right once more.

The wrongness needed to be removed.

The thought made you grip tighter, claws digging into soft elven flesh, as your purple skinned partner moaned and cried. Your hips slammed forward yet again, rough and without remorse as thoughts of the things which you’d need to face dominated your mind.

“Please… stop…” Her voice was weak. Too weak you thought, allowing the Light to flow from your palms and into her body beneath you. Her body rocked violently with every crashing impact to her pelvis, the strained hips clearly tired from the position into which you’d forced and contorted her body.

All of a sudden she came to life all at once, her body struggling hard against you as she racked and rocked herself in every which way, alive and alert like she hadn’t been for what you now realized had been a fair portion of your session together. You frowned at the thought even as you continued to subdue her wild flailing limbs and press in deeper into the clenching passage of her sex, almost as if trying to penetrate your way into her womb.

“Then do not struggle.” You spoke sternly, your eyes alight with the sacred brilliance. “You will become right, or you will suffer until you do. There is no choice in between for those who have wronged us. I was never the one who started this conflict between us.”

You slammed hard into her core, the purple flesh of her parted lips darkening once again, the bruising colour not quite as obvious against her lilac skin.

“Oh… Elune! It hurts!” She cried, crystal tears glinting in the light as they poured down her cheek. “No… please… stop…”

Well, punishment this may be… you couldn’t help but enjoy the sense of power which it gave you. The rush of control which you could exert upon one who was not of your people, those who needed to be hammered and molded into the right shape to become worth of such an honor. Your claws reached forward, clasping roughly about her neck, leaving now one leg free as she tried again and again to kick you with all the force which she could muster.

Weak.

You ignored her struggles, her pleas, and her distress, as slowly with every stroke, you poured the Light of your soul into hers, and even the most ragged painful strokes soon became pleasure to horribly grand to bear. But bear it she must as you took your pleasure in converting her from the creature whom had wronged you, into something greater.

“Please… no…” She continued to beg, her body now writhing with something new.

Something which would serve.

“Oh Elune! What Ahhhh…” She screamed, her voice fluctuating with a ragged cant. “… uhn…. Why? Why does it hurt so sweet?”

You could practically see it, her frayed nerves knitting beneath your luminous grace even as you pounded and forged her, harder and harder and harder. Her body giving way beneath your ravenous onslaught as her features blurred and shifted beneath the ever increasing glow.

And then your seed began to flow.

And her voice echoed anew, until all that remained were ragged pants and moans from a creature who could take no more of what you had to give. You could practically see the way in which her small vagina stretched around your thickness, flesh tearing then being made whole with every motion as the light poured its way in. Every bit of her muscular walls were aflame with your light, even as they all were awash with your unbridled pounding.

Her hips by now should have given way, cracked and split a dozen times under the uncareful weight of your thrusts. Her flesh should have ripped away, the tenderness of her small, clutching vagina ruined by your girth.

She should have been less than a broken thing in your battering wake.

But you were not simply a hammer.

You were a crucible, and she was your metal.

You were the forge, and she was your creation.

“Please… no… I… want More!” She shrieked, her breath ragged as she begged incoherently.

The brilliance only increased as her body changed, infused with holy brilliance, bones thickening with every pounding, damage mounting to reshape her body into something new. She screamed in what you could no longer tell if it was agony or ecstasy. Only that her body tightened, pulling you deeper in as your work continued, her eyes now set ablaze with a white light and her dark purple skin growing darker and darker still as if to contain the brilliance more completely.

Curled fetal as you continued to shove in your cock, her metamorphosis continued. Soon her muscles and bones had thickened, her body grown larger, stronger in the process. Every moment of passionate ecstasy, a cry of mixed of agony. Bodies trembled in anticipation, wracked with pleasure almost too painful to bare.

You both screamed in final release.

And it echoed though out the city of Light Borne Foam.

It would be hours still before both of you would recover from the ordeal of lovemaking, from the shaping and transforming of what would have simply been sexual congress, into something far more. A potential now unleashed in it’s wake.

“What did you do to me?” The elf’s voice echoed, a strange dual sound which pleasantly rang in your ears. It ran concurrent to the shrill note of panic which seized upon her as her bleary mind took note of her new form. “What… what is all of this… why?”

You reached over, you fingers gripping tightly her jaw as you traced the strong line of her lips. Almost immediately her body followed, moving swiftly with your touch, and then shuddering as her body remembered its place beneath your thrusting hips. You could literally see her suppressing a throaty moan as her body twisted and twitched beneath your untender touch.

“Changed you.” You spoke, stating the obvious as if it had been your intention all along. You weren’t at all sure what or even why that had happened… but you weren’t about to tell her this and concede any ground. “You are more.”

She could only look down, staring the multiple alterations to her body in dazed wonder. She was larger than she’d been, her lean frame rippling with solid muscle, her finger tips now crystalline claws, with similar structures at her elbows, shins and on her chest. Her forehead too was marked with a crystal of ragged triangular shape, all of which were shining with an inner fire which bedazzled and defied.

Her darkened skin melded beautifully with the crystalline additions.

And her hair, now turned stark, glowing white.

“You belong to me, and what I do to your body is no concern but mine.” You spoke, tweaking the lovely nipple on her chest as she moaned in incoherent pleasure, twisting it cruelly at the last moment… which seemed only to shoot a spike of even greater pleasure though her body. “You pleased me this night. And in so doing your reward has been earned.”

“… I am nightelf no more.” The words slipped from her tongue with a palpable sorrow. You ran your finger down her form, ever so much more pleasing it had become, and parted her vaginal lips with a claw… pressing hard into the sensitive nub between its upper tip.

Her words of despair turned into a throaty moan.