Goo'd Girls Pt. 10

She plucked and tweaked, kissed and caressed, licked and sucked- all the while, the two Witches struggled to fight their way back to consciousness. They were drained of any ability to fight, and it showed.

It occurred to Dayna that, right now, they had won. The Witches of Moon and Stars were at her mercy. There was nothing left to be done but claim the riches of victory.

So, she pushed a little harder into Maya's backside, and felt the tight young Witch shudder as she broke inside. Dayna's tentacle was thin and forgiving, not even as thick as a finger as it snaked deeper, and deeper, and deeper.

'You like that?' Dayna mewled, whispering in Maya's ear. 'Thinking about Amber's fingers, while I take you?'

Maya whimpered, her eyes fluttering a little, but staying shut as Dayna took ownership of her body, from the inside out.

At the same time, her tongue slid down Kat's throat, pushing past the choke-barrier with ease, pouring herself into the Witch of Moon as she thought delirious thoughts about Gabriel's tongue, and hands, and cock.

She delved deeper, and deeper, pouring more of herself into them, making herself thicker and harder, more like a true tentacle with each inch. Not long after, she felt the satisfactory resistance of Maya's sphincter fighting, squeezing in defiance as Dayna fucked her, moving deeper and deeper in slow, indulgent thrusts, while still having spots of slime across Maya's pink nipples and aching clit.

'Mmrmrrrr...' Maya moaned as her arsehole was defiled, her face in the dirt and her tight backside lifted into the air. Around her, Dayna's green slime had coalesced, holding her with thick tendrils that held her in place as her unconscious mind tried to fight the mounting pleasure.

'Aouughhhh,' Kat whined, absentmindedly, as Dayna took her throat and filled it with a cock modelled on Gabriel's. She'd had plenty of experience with it, after all.

'Oops,' Dayna laughed, as she began to pour images of Gabriel and her fucking into Kat's head. Pictures and memories of lying on her back, in that barn, as he rutted her ruthlessly. To Dayna's surprise, however, she merely felt Kat's pussy slicken, her brows twitching upwards as she watched the images play out in her head.

Gabriel fucking Dayna - moaning, sweating, his body slapping against her. All the while, Dayna slid deeper and deeper into Kat's body, stretching her throat in ways no normal girl could take.

But a Witch? A Witch could take anything.

More of her disappeared into their bodies, Dayna's slime-form pushing into Kat's face and Maya's rump, absent moans coming from the now-naked Witches as their bodies and minds were overtaken. Their clits and nipples, necks and lips, hips and cheeks - Dayna touched and stroked and kissed, her whole being a machine of love and sex.

Kat's stomach bloated a little, as Dayna filled her; Maya's abdomen expanded as she was fucked full of slime. Dayna loved the feel of them.

She cleared them, digesting anything in her wake, so they were just suits for her to wear - but, instead of soaking into their cells, or slipping into their muscles, Dayna let them feel it. She let them feel her fill them from either side, until it was too much.

Maya came first - almost asleep, her voice high and weak; her body shook as Dayna stretched her poor body open, her mouth in the dirt as she tried to moan.

'Mrrnnnnn...'

Not soon afterwards, Dayna was a thin puddle of slime, most of her dedicated to threading the entire bodies of these two gorgeous Witches. She pushed, deeper, deeper, fucking them harder, their gags and moans choked by exhaustion and slime.

When Kat came, it was alongside the moment Dayna's trickle of slime emerged from her perfect little hole. And it was just a trickle at first, before she pushed further, stretching Kat's hole open from the inside out.

Thoughts of Gabriel passed through Kat's head as the orgasm shuddered through her, eyes trying to open. Maya, thinking of Amber, felt Dayna crawl up her throat, emerging from her mouth in a backwards kiss. Her eyes did roll open, however.

Just in time to watch the slime that slithered from her mouth, between her lips, reached the cock-shaped tendril that was emerging from Kat's back-end.

Maya's eyes went wide, though she wasn't able to do anything - until she felt something flex inside her.

'Hllk!' Dayna, now simply a string of slime that connected Kat and Maya together, lifted Maya up onto her knees, and flipped Kat over onto her face. Thin tendrils of slime pulled Kat's thighs open, and before Maya was able to even think properly, she was being lowered down.

Closer and closer, the shifting of slime moving back down her throat and into Kat's sphincter, until her face was in Kat's cheeks.

Her lips were pushed into Kat's ring, a solid cock of slime connecting them, their bodies too weak to fight, as Dayna revelled in her victory.

'You belong to me,' Dayna sighed, as she fucked them both, at once; slime slid into Maya and Kat's pussies at once, encompassing their most sensitive zones; she took them into her hold, feeding off their pleasure as they moaned and writhed, unable to do anything.

The taste of power was sweet.

* * *

Melmana was a mess.

Wolf-men had emerged first from the woods, fast and feral, despite their human shapes. They were a brutal mix of animal and man, and when they found out the rumours were true - Melmana had succumbed to some sort of frenzy of lust, they had happily began to reap what they wanted.

Talia and Vivian, wearing the bodies of Gabriel and Amber, walked through the town, the sounds of carnal pleasure echoing through the streets. Some moans were through the windows, coming from bedrooms and kitchens, others were in the streets, as people unabashedly fucked each other in public.

They watched the Wolf-men arrived from the woods, hunting for women they reckoned were 'viable' matches. What they found was a bounty of options - they threw men off, into the dirt, and lifted moaning, clambering women into their arms to be carried off into the forest. Hell, some didn't even bother with that - instead, they ripped men off the women they'd decided to breed, and bent the lucky lady over there and then, in the streets, before taking her hair in their claws and ramming their thick, pointed cocks into them. They fucked like animals, taking what they wanted from the women, slapping hips-into-cheeks, until filling the wives and daughters they discovered with pints of monstrous cum.

It was... hot, and Talia and Vivian found it difficult not to get distracted.

Soon, more monsters came, of course; Goblins ran into homes en-masse, ready to gang-fuck some poor woman ruthlessly. Ogres were less choosey, lifting the first human - male or female - they saw, and lowering them onto their monstrous cocks. They'd use pre-cum as lube, and gravity to their advantage, strapping whoever it was to their bodies, impaled upon their inhuman appendages as they walked the streets, unencumbered by any Witch or Martial Guard.

The Martial guard, of course, was overcome. The majority-male group had been the targets of the Succubi that emerged from the dark, floating through the air and appearing as impossibly-attractive women. It hadn't taken long for them to make men fight among themselves, the stronger amongst them getting the privilege of pleasuring the Succubi, desperately offering themselves in droves.

It was... beautiful.

A Swamp-Creature had infested the ponds and streams, rising from the water to trap whoever they found in wet, slopping messes of sex; masses of tentacles reached out from the grassy patches in gardens, lifting gardeners and family-women as they were taken in a flurry of passion and lust, fucked in all holes, cumming over and over and over.

And, inside every single person, there was a little droplet of slime, drinking in the bliss like nectar. Growing. Getting stronger.

Talia and Vivian met with Willow and Thomas, and Amelia, back at the crater.

'Dayna?' Amelia asked, and they shook their heads.

'Our tasks are completed,' Willow stated. 'Yours too?' Amelia nodded, and Talia and Vivian were self-evident. 'Perhaps Dayna is struggling with the mountain room.'

With so many small blobs around the town of Melmana, it had gotten difficult to see into eachothers' minds - like looking through a fog, it had simply gotten too thick, no matter how bright Dayna's glow might be at the other end.

* * *

'Who are you?' Sonja asked the three faces. She was half-human, her top half comfortably Sonja, while from the waist-down she was Ozloth, stretching fifteen feet of green slime to reach over the altar, and look at the faces directly in their glowing green eyes.

They did not answer.

'You're old,' she whispered, mostly talking to herself. 'Powerful. But, you're not Gods - or, not in the way these monsters think of themselves. We're more like... avatars. Totems that represent the pinnacle of each disastrous life form. Did you make us? Did you carve monsters from stone, and find people like me that could fit them? Was there some poor person turned into the Ozloth that was killed by Kat and Maya and me?'

Her questions were unanswered, but Sonja's mind was racing, now. She was solving a mystery - it had been so long since this had been the case. Since encountering Ozloth, she'd been confused, and working herself out, sure. She'd been hunting, fighting her nature, and once she'd accepted that what she was now was better than what she'd been, she'd been on the track to convert the people who mean the most to her.

But she missed solving mysteries with her friends. Uncovering a creature's plans and thwarting them. It had been fun.

She'd been smart, she remembered. As Sonja, she was smart. Kat was ruthless and logical, and Maya was endlessly positive and inquisitive, but she had been their leader. She'd been smart.

Was she smart anymore?

Was she herself anymore?

It almost hurt to think she might have lost something of herself. For a while, she'd thought of herself as an improvement on what had come before. Stronger, more powerful, able to do so much more than she ever had before. 'Sonja' could never have taken over Melmana in a frenzy of beautiful lust the way that Ozloth had.

But, then again, Sonja would have never wanted to.

'We're beneath the mountain,' she said, reaching out. She stroked one of the stone faces - it was, indeed, stone. Warm to the touch. 'Are you made of the same stuff? The same power? As above, so below... The mountain granted three people power. Did you grant power to these monsters?'

Finally, an answer came.

NO!

Sonja smirked. She was getting somewhere. 'You didn't make them, then... okay. But they have statues here. Just like you... oh. Oh, dear. You're up here, all mighty and tall, but I think you're just like them, aren't you. You were made by the same something that made them!'

She looked over her shoulder at the statues - half-rebuilt, reforming over time, dragging themselves back together, and slowly moving back to their pedestals. 'Those statues, they represent the creatures they are, but you...'

She shifted back, and looked them in the eyes.

Six eyes.

Three faces.

Hanging above the others.

'Oh,' she said, laughing a little at herself. 'Oh, you stupid things.' She moved further back, and saw the altar beneath them - the carvings of trees and mountains in them.

'The earth,' she said, before pointing at the first face. 'Sun.' The second. 'Moon.' The third. 'Stars.'

She started laughing then, settling back on the ground. She reformed her legs, becoming Sonja more than Ozloth.

'You are the representations of the Witches? The mountain drew our power from you?! Every Witch - they've all drawn their power from you. But, the Witches are good. Everything down here is... dark. Evil.'

Is it? The voice asked.

Sonja looked around. The monsters were represented, fine, but she had assumed that they were a testament to the monster-Gods themselves. Worship. But they weren't, they were just... descriptive. Representations of the truth. There were monsters in the world, and there was the Sun, the Moon and the Stars, too.

'You're the mountain, aren't you?'

No answer came.

'You see the monsters, and you know they are a fact. A truth. One that has to exist. But, there has to be light, too. Light from above...'

Ozloth was murdered, and required a replacement. Ozloth is a permanent fixture of this world. As his disciple, who followed his example so well, you... fit. Ozloth was replaced. The Witch of Sun will be replaced, too.

'No,' Sonja said. No - Ozloth said. 'I'm going to take them,' she said. 'I'm going to convert them, like I did to the others. Then, the monsters, too. All of them, every last creature on this earth will join me. We will be together, and be happy.'

You will not, the trifecta said. These facts of the world cannot be undone.

'Watch me,' Ozloth said, a new fervour in her chest. Then, she created two enormous fist-like shapes at the end of her arms, as big as boulders, and SLAMMED them into the trifecta's faces.

The stone faces cracked as she slammed into them again, and again, and again, until they were rubble.

Green light crackled out of them, streaking upwards, into the darkness of the cavern, out of sight. Ozloth watched as it flashed and crackled, before vanishing out of sight. She growled, and threw herself upwards, into the rock, oozing between cracks and into the pores of the stone, chasing.

Furious.

She would not be denied the spoils of her efforts.

* * *

Dayna was... frustrated, in a way.

It felt so good to be doing what she was. Kat and Maya, naked and slickened and moaning in their half-asleep state, too exhausted to fight, were the perfect prize. Until Ozloth came to claim them, of course.

She writhed over them, enjoying the curves and divots of their bodies; the way Kat's g-spot was just a little deeper than Maya's; how Maya's nipples enjoyed more of nibble-sensation, while Kat's preferred licking and sucking; how Kat's pussy reacted to getting fucked hard and fast, while Maya's reacted most to relentless clit-sucking.

All the while, she had them threaded around her, arse-to-mouth-to-mouth-to-arse. Like beads on a bracelet. She held them by the throat, waist, arms, tits, thighs, drinking their cum and pleasure to build her strength. It was so delicious, and yet... she wasn't able to push herself over the edge.

She could feel their orgasms, shaky and tired, but undeniable. These powerful, obnoxious Witches were enjoying near back-to-back orgasms under her firm hand, their bodies surrendering to it more with each passing second. But she couldn't join them.

She couldn't cum.

Dayna paused, her movements falling still as she considered it. A life of pleasure, but without release. Already, it had made her chase higher and higher heights - she'd gotten so used to the feeling of cumming that, on its own, it hadn't been enough. She needed to be pleasure.

Sonja had given that. The Ozloth had come to her, and changed her. Made her a being of pleasure. But it was only pleasure other people could feel.

She could cause it, touch it, taste it, even devour and grow from it - but it was a fatty food. Salty and sugary, addictive and morish. But it wasn't enough. She could enjoy it, but it would never be enough. She would never be sated.

Here, she had two of the most powerful people in Melmana wrapped up in her grip, reduced to mere fuck-toys, and it still wasn't enough. Sonja had always held them up as the final gambit - defeat the Witches, bring them to our side, and we would win. Everything would be great.

But it wasn't. Sonja wasn't here, sure, but this was victory, right?

This was as good as it gets.

There was a sudden ache in Dayna's heart as she looked into their heads, just peaking. She saw Kat's mind reeling in lust and pleasure, but her thoughts, when they weren't of fighting or getting out, were of Gabriel. Not of his cock, or his hot, panting breath on her shoulder, but of his face. His smile.

Maya's, similarly, were of Amber. Kissing, holding each other. Yes, memories and fantasies of sex filtered in, but that wasn't the base of it.

Dayna pulled out of their thoughts, their private moments rightfully their own. She thought of Amber and Gabriel; what they'd done to them. Turned them into carnal beings, so desperate to fuck that they'd fucked each other. She knew that Talia and Vivian had gotten them, which meant they were now reduced even further - into bait, by the other disciples. They didn't know the Witches were already defeated. The fight was over.

So why wasn't she feeling the happiness Sonja had promised?

CRACK! A flash of green lightning lit up the space for a split-second.

Then, another, a third, until - CCKKRRR. A continuous flow of green electricity spiralled up the central column of the room around them, crackling up to the ceiling, and vanishing into the rock above.

Dayna didn't move, still holding the Witches in her grasp. She didn't know what was happening, and she had no intention of finding out without leverage. She'd keep hostages as long as she could.

From above, purple and orange lightning began to crackle, meeting the green and swirling around it, the sound of it almost deafening. It split off the column, this new light, and crawled down the wall - purple and orange, down from above; green from below.

Dayna was starting to get scared, when she sensed something.

Something... powerful.

* * *

Sonja - the Ozloth - pulled herself from the stone. She had followed the energy all the way up, from the base of the mountain, to this room. This place where she had spent so much time with her friends, resting after a fight, joking and laughing, recovering. Once, this had been a sanctuary. The safest place in the world.

As she pulled her from through cracks and grit, she knew the truth. It was one half of a whole. The energy that was burst from above, she could already feel it being answered - the green lightning that she had followed was being answered. The Witches were powered by the trifecta that lived in the temple, but the mountain itself... it was something else. It had housed them, kept them safe, and strong. She remembered how this mountain would help them recover, their wounds would close and their bruises would fade.

Then, she wondered if that was any different from the way the Dark Realm had kept her alive all those weeks, without food or drink. The mountain did the same thing, didn't it?

No... it was far more... warm. The energy that crackled down, orange and purple, it was rejuvenating. She knew that feeling - or had done in much smaller amounts, in her past.

It was the power of the Witches.

'Dayna,' Ozloth said, a mass of green slime that was pulling herself from the ground. Fifty feet away, Dayna was still holding the two Witches in her grasp, a lewd lump of sex that, in other circumstances, she would have been proud of. 'Leave them!'

'But-' Dayna began, as the first streak of purple lightning crackled into her. It burned straight through her slime, hitting Kat in the chest. The Witch of Moon groaned, back arching, and Dayna felt her whole body flex. Her slime was still all the way through hers and Maya's bodies, so she was quickly able to right her, infiltrating her tight holes like the fuck-slut she was.