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🕑 Added 2025-06-10 05:02:04 +0000 UTCCrystal was nervous about having so many powerful wizards around, but unfortunately there was no other place for it. She wasn't a -bad- cleric, she thought she did a good job of selling the goddess of darkness as a force of justice and imagination instead of just destruction and caprice, although all were definitely still present, she was even the first who had successfully talked the local mage union into having their symposium at her temple instead of any arcane laboratory.
She just probably wasn't strong enough for this. Even with an altar to multiply her power, even with tons of practice in her goddess’s signature mana siphon spell which would keep any stray magic from escaping the temple, she was five feet of skinny black catfolk... and WAY more wizards than she expected enchanted themselves ripped. Greeting people at the door didn't result in much less physical intimidation than trying to hit up FighterCon, and the spells hadn't even started yet.
Nick was not having the best of days. He was pouring mana into curing his hangover, ironically being a cleric would have helped here; he was just enhancing his constitution and doing it the hard way, and trying to eat a bacon sandwich while watching the other mages ply their craft to interested onlookers.
The rat was less interested in showing off. He already knew he was a league above most of the casters here... really, it was more a formality that he attended because the temple would get pissy if the best mage in the land didn't come to their convention. Oh, politics... wasn't that what being a powerful wizard was supposed to let you avoid? He was half-tempted to turn his bottle of water into wine just for a little hair of the dog when the cleric greeted him at the door. Unlike some of the other mages, he hadn't come transmuted as a dragon or ripped beyond belief in fact he wasn't even wearing a robe.
He was, of course, wearing a pointy hat, though. Some staples of wizard fashion were essential.
"Got some real... characters here today, haven't you?" he grumbled, pointing out a couple of mages sparring under a column, transmuting their limbs into tentacles as they tried to invent new martial arts holds.
Crystal looked around to see who the very naked wizard with the blush-inducingly excessive cock was talking to, and didn't see anybody, assuming it to be herself. "U-um, yeah! Well it's not the cutting edge if nobody accidentally stabs themselves. I think they do okay. About two years ago they managed to turn out a really good 'elastic body' spell I was able to learn."
Crystal eyed the rat's shin-slapping cock again and realized how her comment sounded. "SO I CAN REACH THE TOP SHELF! And... and a dragon with my spear without getting in range. That kind of thing." Her own outfit wasn't that much less revealing, admittedly. Her Goddess traditionally demanded diaphanous and rather skimpy robes for the summer, closer to beachwear than anything, which was really nice during jungle expeditions but a little embarrassing when you have the smallest tits in the building.
He nodded, a little wistfully. "Ah, yeah. It was a few years back... some of the monsterfuckers in the union wanted to, uh, get more in touch with their feelings, I guess. I sketched out a prototype elasticity spell on the back of a napkin, and I guess it made its way into being a real spell! I've just been using the prototype since then, but..." The rat became aware he was perhaps giving away too much and stuffed half a sandwich in his mouth, chewing down great chunks of bread and meat.
"Uh, anyway, I think the whole Goddess of Darkness thing is pretty cool, I guess. I like the imagination aspect, that's important for wizards." There was a brief explosion as one of the wizards demonstrated their Cluster Fireball spell and a group of mages threw up shields. Nick didn't flinch, instead taking the opportunity to scarf down the other half of his sandwich while the explosions settled. "So, uh, what kind of magic do you like?"
A couple fireballs escaped, but Crystal waved her hands dismissively in that direction and a jet of black mist shot up from the floor, immediately absorbing it and causing the rat's sensitive ears to hear a slight groan from the cat's direction. "Oh, yes, thank you! And super good job if you invented that spell as well. But yeah the Dark One is really misunderstood. People just see that she eats timelines and can crush a city with one toe and assume she's all about, like, murder and conquest and stuff, but that's more because she's the goddess of paradoxes and nonexistence, you see, darkness isn't really -real-, it's just the absence of light, but if I asked you what properties darkness has, anybody could tell you and most would have the same answer, so by extension of that there's…”
Crystal realized she was rambling and put her hands up to her face, "sorry," she said. The gesture slightly pulled up her robe as well, flashing the wizard, causing her to slam back down, "SORRY!" she said louder.
Nick frowned a little, but it was more because he was focusing on that odd groaning. Almost a structural sound, perhaps? Very unusual. "Oh, hey, don't worry about rambling, it's a wizard speciality. Honestly, we're pretty misunderstood as well. Everyone thinks we're all bookish nerds holed up in our towers while the sorcerers do all the charming and seducing, but..." He looked down briefly at his excessively sized shaft. "Y'know, we're just people too, except... we interact with the world by fucking with reality so hard that it does what we want instead of what it wants. A paladin of light could conquer and murder just as much as a cleric of darkness could, it's all about what you choose to do with your interpretation of the doctrine."
He lazily scratched his face as he turned to watch a swordmage brandishing their lovingly-detailed katana. The scruffy-furred wolverine girl neatly set out a training dummy, which promptly fell into halves. "This one is for the Goddess of Darkness!" she proclaimed. "I call this move: 'A Slash in Time saves Nine!'" With expert precision, the blade sliced through where the halves would have joined as shadow magic erupted from the sword, a faint afterimage of the dummy being whole flashing before their eyes. Panting from the exertion, the swordmage leaned up against a column as there was some polite applause from the crowd. That spell looked like it took a real effort to produce...
Bwomp Crystal's robe felt tight and she looked down to notice that her chest was no longer the smallest in the room. "Oh dear," she said, turning to the wolverine girl, "Excuse me! Please do not actually dedicate your spells to the goddess. While the sentiment is appreciated, it will result in a larger portion of magic being absorbed. The drain spells we have up should just take the edges for safety, but if you -intend- it to go to the temple, you'll lose a lot of efficiency and send a lot more my way."
Before turning back to her new rat friend, "That's fair. Light paladins are pretty famous for eating industries. Although as a cleric I am obligated to disagree that there's no moral guidance in doctrine. Having something to be loyal to and getting used to obeying strictures are good for training yourself not to do whatever you want. I'd be significantly more likely to go around unpersoning moneychangers if I didn't have the church. Well, okay, I'd be significantly -less- likely because I wouldn't have the ability, but more INCLINED to... also it wouldn't be particularly likely either way because I'm not evil! Just some moneychangers are.”
"Oh, yes, of course! I'm just saying that there's wiggle room! One cleric of, say, fertility, could be out in the fields making sure the harvest is all nice and bountiful, while another could be... wait, are you storing magic in your tits? I mean, no disrespect, of course, it's a perfectly good place to put it," The rat squinted a little, taking his hat off for a moment to comb through his hair with his claws, neatening it out a little.
"I, uh, guess I should probably peddle my wares a little at this mage symposium," he murmured, electric blue aura crackling through his fingers. "People expect me to throw SOMETHING around to impress and amuse... ech." He gave a slightly apologetic smile. "Might do a little number on your drain spell, though. Some of the newer spells are a little unoptimised."
"Ah that's okay! I'm not storing magic in my tits so I won't unbalance or topple over or anything, I was just feeling... a little self conscious about them earlier. I've actually got it threaded through an 'idealized body' spell. Since you can never actually -reach- perfection it's a great way to dump magic since you can constantly add more and just get closer to a static effect."
Crystal parsed what he was saying a little late. "Wait. What effect? How unoptimized???"
"Oh, uh, lemme show you. See, I was putting together some Enchantment spells because I wanted the Evokers to stop blowing stuff up too close to my workspace, and I found this really cool visual effect. Uh, I designed the spell entirely around it looking cool. It works, and really effectively too, but..." The rat flicked his wrist out as a whip of energy escaped his hand. It burrowed into the wolverine girl, then burst out of her again to seek out another host, then again and again. Electricity crackled along the cable as half the room was tied up by that tether, and half the room waved at the catgirl in unison.
"At least, I think it looks pretty cool. I could probably refine it a lot, but..." It was hard to focus on what Nick was saying as a surge of mana burned through the room, the only saving grace being that it wasn't dedicated to the Goddess. That was a lot to digest as the rat made the mages do amusing dances for a moment.
"You shouldn't do that. Guest on guest violence is not allowed, and domination is prohibited outside of the enchantment lab..." Crystal squeaked, reaching an arm out to stop him, but overbalancing when the arm in question simultaneously lengthened and developed manicured nails.
"Also you're using too much magic! And using -their- magic too, you'll exhaust yourself and drain so much they don't have enough for..." the catgirl's body was emitting constant cracks. Her fur grew shiny and fluffy, her gaze grew -higher-, her height increasing. Her breasts swelled past double-Ds, and her muscles started to tone and tighten, abs -visibly- swelling across her exposed midriff.
"PLEASE STOP I'M GONNA GROW A COCK."
...She didn't mean to say that one out loud. "I mean you're being a cock. And I'll have to remove you. Or try."
Nick raised his eyebrows at that exclamation. He was... definitely not opposed to the thought. "Using their magic? C'mon, I'm good, but I'm not that good, right? Besides, I have a ton of mana! Kind of a freaky amount, really... uh, look, maybe I should try out a chiller spell? Something friendlier? I do Transmutation too!" He let go of that spell, the thread of enchantment magic slithering away as the other mages came to their senses, feeling a little dizzy from the spell.
He rubbed his hands together. "Hmm, I wonder how that idealised body spell works..." He glared at the catgirl, eyes trying to see beyond the physical. He reached out, pressing a finger to her toned stomach, and cast an Identify spell. A well-trodden path that didn't result in a tremendous release of magic.
The problem came when he withdrew his hands and started bending magic into place as he reverse-engineered the spell through sight alone. It was a horribly messy (but incredibly time-efficient) process with all kinds of mana surging all over the place.
It was an interesting spell, it actually had a lot more in common with healing magic than transmutation or illusion. It effectively used the 'project visualization' mechanism of an illusion spell as a blueprint for healing, using magic to induce cell replacement, effectively 'healing' the target of the condition of 'not looking like they wanted to'. This meant that any changes made by it were permanent and effectively non magical, but that it took more raw power to create a cubic inch of skin than to heal a soldier from near death.
'Fwumph'
An eight inch cock that Nick now knew to be extremely permanent flopped out of the cut in Crystal's robes, the catgirl touching it and feeling mortified at exposing herself so publicly, going beet red in the face even through her dark fur... some of which was also turning long and purplish.
"Oh! I guess you, uh, wanted that? Hang on, I'm still trying to refine this spell, sorry-" He spent a moment ogling the catgirl, mana burning in his hands as he got distracted, the sparks only serving to make that transformation easier. "...hey, I wonder if you could hijack the spell with Enchantment to make people look like you want them to..."
The rat grit his teeth as he focused on channeling the positive energy that healing magic usually demanded, trying to really overclock that spell for best results. Around them, mages kept throwing around lesser spells, but they also stopped to look in increasing numbers. Perhaps they had an inkling of what was coming, perhaps they were simply intrigued by the sheer power on display.
"You can but that's a different spell, and way less efficient, since the brain is part of the body the mental image the spell pursues is itself affected by progression of the spell, so not only am I constantly 'dispelling' effects on myself, as I approach my mental image of perfection the image -itself- becomes more perfect, it's an interesting philosophical path that heads off in a lot of different directions..." All of them, apparently, judging by how much faster Crystal was now growing, her body -rapidly- getting more muscular and endowed. The extra testosterone was apparently good for her, as her awkwardness faded with every inch. Instead of trying to hide a flaccid cock, she was proudly displaying a fat, throbbing twelve incher at full mast, occasionally bouncing up to slap against her eight pack of cut abs.
"What -did- you want me to look like? Just saying what it is and potentially tempting the target with it is actually more effective than magical induction, I've tested." The black mist rising from the floor did so much more eagerly now, occasionally snatching a spell that was only slightly astray, or caressing the mages who'd stopped to watch, rather than merely existing as a safety barrier
Interesting. Very interesting. The rat raised an eyebrow as he stopped working on the spell. That she was getting more beautiful, muscular and hung was pretty good. He had no arguments there. But was the sudden confident attitude a result of the beef and sausage, or was something else at play? Was the brain giving itself a more perfect image?
"Oh! Well, that look is pretty good. Or that, but more of everything... What I was actually thinking of was a root-level override to make people think they wanted what the user wanted while the idealised body spell was already in effect... hang on, let me try that one out," he murmured, stretching his arms wide to enact the somatic component of the magic.
The blue flash was blinding as the rat poured magic into the spell, and... nothing happened? The amount of mana invested for the result observed was incredible, but the rat merely pulled a mirror out from inside his hat to examine himself. "Nice! I had a chip in one of my teeth that's gone now. I, uh... suppose this spell isn't terribly effective if you're satisfied with your body. Well, no, hold on - I think my hangover is gone. My liver feels incredibly grateful right now."
Crystal blinked at the fast casting of the spell targeting the rat himself. It was supposed to be one of the more advanced spells of her temple, castable only with the permission of the goddess herself. Yeah he's fine I'm doin' a thing. Something distantly told her that he was... probably fine to do it anyway, but it still troubled her.
How could he be -perfectly- happy with his body when even she wasn't perfect yet? She was slowly growing into the model left by her goddess, and already felt strong and beautiful enough to cut through steel or plow through most of the room, but now that she had the -chance- for more... Hell yeah that's my girl.
"Excuse me everyone? I rescind what I said earlier. Please dedicate a spell to the goddess right now. I'd like to demonstrate something with an act of formal worship." They could all worship her body after that.
Nick frowned a little as he heard something over the background static of the magic in the room. Was the spell he cast fucked in some fashion, or was he just catching strays? If only he could hear it better-
The rat grit his teeth as magic flowed through his body, quickly opening up his arcane senses. If he wanted to hear the gods better, by goodness the spell would deliver. He clutched a hand to his head as his awareness surged, but that wasn't the most dramatic thing happening in the room as of that very specific moment.
Perhaps more important was the crowd reaching out with their own magic and showing off their signature spells. Of course they'd be happy to donate their spellcrafting to the temple that invited them here, right? Dedications to the Goddess of Darkness rang out across the room along with stray fireballs, illusions, teleportation...
The siphoning spell was more than happy to suck it all up for Crystal. There was plenty of excess to go around, and pouring an insane amount of magic into the priestess was a great way of doing that.
Aria snickered, the presence of the goddess now palpable in the room, the shadow of one of her avatars partially overlaying Crystal to Nick's more mythical senses. The goddess herself was... something. Nick hadn't felt small before, small or weak, but now he could see that the spell he was using to adjust himself was connected to her, like a single strand of hair dipped in an inkwell.
But Nick's inkwell was more of an ocean.
And hers was more like outer space.
Which would have been terrifying enough, but all the depths of space were currently -pouring- into the cleric girl in front of him. Her metaphysical borders punctured at a thousand different spots by the inflow of magic from everyone in the room. The presence sort of -winked- at him, a coy gesture of ceding the floor whose meaning was more apparent than a physical appearance. 'You pick, try to stop this, or make it -better-.'
Of course, to his more mundane senses it looked a bit more like:
Crystal howling in pleasure, cock shooting to diamond hardness and slapping her in the chest as she started cumming violently, thick ropes blasting over the crowd, some even hitting the ceiling and knocking chips away as no matter how much she unloaded she never got less pent up. She had stopped breathing. She had stopped stopping, her body swelling by the second, by the half-second. Though her balls were pumping out several times their volume every moment, they grew-. Though her cock was unloading like she'd never touched it before, it throbbed more. Though her tits were crushed by her bouncing package, they swelled. Though her muscles... Well, actually, every single striation standing out was about what you'd expect from somebody whose body was throwing that much of a fit. But they were definitely growing fast rather than just being merely overpumped.
Also, she was already passing 12 feet tall, which was a little intimidating as well.
The comparison was humbling. He still didn't feel weak, per se, but he was beginning to realise what strength was. He was merely... well, big fish, small pond, and about to witness what it looked like when you threw one of those impossibly huge ancient sharks into a fishpond. And said shark was prodding at him with a wink and a nudge on a higher level? His own spell, dedicated to self improvement, was stunned. What did self-improvement look like in the face of such power?
Still, that playful nudge... the goddess behind the priestess clearly has intentions. And beyond that, desires. Perhaps he should play along, see how far this goes? As he ruminates, he's caught in the heavy blasts of thick seed that coat the crowd, and is reminded to look up and up and up. There is a brief -smacking- noise as the rat's cock tries to bury itself against his chest, insanely hard as it throbs at the sight of such viscerally potent becoming.
"Hey, whoa, didn't anyone ever tell you to watch where you fired that thing off? You could break a bone or something, y'know! Lemme teach you a lesson..." Another wink back at the presence behind the presence, and Nick curls his fingers to cast a lightning bolt out at the figure before him. Dedicated to the goddess, of course. He still has reserves of mana to play with, but he fiddles with the spell mid-cast to make the casting bleed magic. Less efficient, less damaging... but all the better to feed Crystal with.
It really did finish her off. Crystal yowled, crying 'YES, YES, I'M COMING MY GODDESS!' and meaning it in entirely too many different ways as the excessively-mana infused bolt struck her abs and pressed through her body, arcing around her tail.
Which split in two with a deadly sounding -crack-
Then did it again. And again. With one more softer one echoing.
Her snout lengthened, teeth sharpened, paws fattened. Feet grew, tails grew, ears grew. Where before she was becoming a monster -version- of a cat, now she was a different species entirely.
The obvious answer was 'fox', but foxes didn't generally glow, emitting an aura that seemed to defy ambient lighting and making them always appear clearly visible. Foxes didn't generally have a literal ton of ass counterbalancing herculean muscles.
Foxes didn't -ever- physically pick up a spell, the laws of reality fraying around their hands, and gently tug it away from its caster like it was a physical object.
That was more of a goddess thing.
The goddess in question actually slurped down the bolt like a noodle, letting out a heavy sigh of relief and slapping her cock, the wobble sending a few final jets of cum over the place.
"Hooo... thanks everybody! Religious ecstasy is a real trip when combined with the regular kind. Nice planet you've got here, quality magic, etc. Y'all can keep up the convention if you want, there will be a hell of a prize pool at the end, I'll just be around~" She addressed the audience.
And grabbed Nick, a long, slender, -tingling- hand wrapping around his neck and shoulders easily thanks to the size difference, sliding him closer and...
Stroking his hair affectionately?
The assembled wizards were rather caught short by the whole affair, glancing at a massive fox who had just… done what, exactly? Being contemplative types, there were murmurs in the crowd as to whether Crystal had eaten a gigantic power boost, or been possessed by the Goddess of Darkness. Whether another being entirely had broken her open, like a chrysalis, emerging from the same metaphysical position she had once held their spellcasting continued, of course, but there was a much more interested discussion of the magic they had just witnessed.
One wizard was also raving enthusiastically about the cat-fox’s paws. As this was not conducive to reasoned, learned discussion, it was mostly ignored by the other wizards who agreed, but had little more to say than that on the subject.
As for Nick, he was easily yoinked from the ground. Not quite sure whether to go limp or struggle until one of her fingers wrapped around the straight black locks of his hair and teased through it.
“Make it better, huh?” He grinned, tilting his neck to look up at the… priestess/goddess’ face? He could feel the strength in her arm most parents wouldn’t pick up a child with one arm without feeling at least some kind of burn in the muscle, but the massive fox wasn’t wavering an inch as she hoisted him bodily from the ground.
"Well, I think you did a good job," the goddess teased him, perching the rat atop her cock. While it had calmed down and stopped spewing... it didn't seem to be the kind of appendage that went soft.
"Dear little Crystal got overloaded on so much power that she's an Avatar now. To avoid overwhelming her soul I've put her in heaven for a bit," Aria wiggled her toes suggestively, which was assumed to be for the benefit of the paw worshiper, who was ironically learning quite a few more magical secrets than the ones ignoring him.
"She'll have to work her way up to time sharing my new body, but we've got time~ And when she does, I'm sure she'll need somebody who can tutor her in being ridiculously overpowered and having to find a place to shove a giant cock."
She 'hmmmed,' stroking the end of her snout as though considering deeply, but with a wide grin on her face. "Actually, you may be a greater expert even than I am on that! Where does one put a cock this big?"
That self-improvement spell burned in the rat’s body as she posed the question. As his body sat atop that massive shaft, feeling its warmth beneath him and the idle throbbing of her heart through its skin, there was a sly whispering into the magic he was casting. Perhaps it was her whims, perhaps it was his own, but the thought came nevertheless.
Wouldn’t you like to be her cockholster?
There was a roiling through his body as it burned through his mana reserves. He had toyed with his own form for sex before, sure, but he hadn’t really set himself up to handle a full-blown goddess. He shuddered, body becoming much more… pliable. Able to allow the firm and generous loving of a divine being. And if she used that to let him melt around her cock, well… so much the better.
“Yeah, I can think of a place,” he nodded, wrapping his tail around the crown of her shaft and squeezing firmly. “If you wanna bury it so deep inside me that whoever pulls it out will be crowned king, I’d be compelled to accept.
“...and if you want to bury a knot in there instead so that I’m stuck on there instead, I’m sure Crystal will understand.”
"Mm, I've never needed a knot," Aria teased, "the idea of stopping when I'm not ready is, well..."
Aria snapped her fingers and what little there was of Nick's clothes disappeared, the entryway they were still lurking in sprouted into a new hallway, and a pit of plush chairs appeared.
So she could much more deliberately pick him up with one of her tails, the fluffy tentacle wrapping around his waist and pinning him to a cushion that was as soft as a dream...
Before her cock was pressed between his cheeks, the big buns were already stretching before she had even pressed towards the hole. Her form was almost three times his height, and she was quite a bit more than proportionally endowed. She was big enough that her heartbeat would shake his entire body.
Though... she didn't seem to have one. Just rolling waves of 'fuzzy tingling' to his more magic senses. The lack of throbbing wasn't the biggest problem, though, when it was still so hot, so big, and on its way.
The tail being as strong as one of her thickly-muscled arms was a surprise to Nick initially, but she did have that "mythical creature" vibe going on in her body. It was made all the more evident by the fact she didn't seem to need very basic functionalities to survive limitless control and as much power as this body could channel all for the taking? It was a maddeningly alluring combination. Back pressed to the cushions, he took a deep breath as her cock was laid down before his needy hole, and...
Wouldn't it be better if you didn't breathe, too? You could choke on that dick all day if she needed it, it's not like you have a gag reflex anyway, right? Just make sure you moan at the right moments, I'm sure she'll flatten your prostate to remind you if you're too quiet.
...and he simply stopped breathing as the self-improvement spell kicked in. "Say, uh... you got any preferences for your boytoys?" He offered her a shaky grin that devolved to open-mouthed gaping, a squeak rolling through and out of his body as her cock simply displaced it with one perfect, godly thrust. His toes curled into the cushions, tail winding and curling as he gripped into a plush pillow…
She did, but she wasn't going to completely remake the world to her exaggerated tastes. She had an entirely different universe for that. Besides, the best type was always a really dedicated fan.
"You're fine hon," she teased, biting his ear a little as she whispered in it, a gesture that would have been slightly more calming if she hadn't hilted inside him to reach the area. "You don't have to be a giant muscle futa to deserve a little love... or even a giant love," the cock crushing his prostate was certainly love of a sort. It didn't hurt at all, at least, instead short-circuiting his nervous system to make the pain and the pressure just register as pleasure again, the dictates of divinity dicking all new sensations into him.
"I can wear you the whole show just like this, my cute little assistant crammed right into my abs. Guaranteed satisfaction."
"Oh, goddess-" groaned Nick, reaching out blindly with a hand to wrap his fingers around one of her thumbs and squeezing hard. Between his self-improvement spell working to make him more pliable and her will simply fucking and reworking the pleasure into pain, it was still a lot of sensation for his mortal brain to comprehend. He let a long and definitely slutty groan as she leaned forward, the pressure across his prostate shifting with the movement.
His own dick was definitely throbbing hard, oozing pre across his chest with every pulse and twitch. "Ooough... assistant to a goddess? That seems like a pretty good deal..." He sounded almost a little breathless, though given the lack of breathing, it was probably closer to being cockdrunk as her every little move stirred sensations within his body. "Bet I could learn some... pretty choice stuff..."
Right now he was mostly learning about getting completely plowed, but that was a pretty important step, he felt.
"Heh, well right now it's mostly going to be greeting convention goers, saying hi, managing their magic, showing them how much cock they could be having," A fluffy tail wrapped around Nick again, this time around his neck, more pleasures and punishment to overwhelm his brain as the goddess started walking away with him.
"But I can definitely give you a -couple- secrets. Plus in a thousand years or so there will definitely be a more 'serious' assistant role open. Right now you're, well..."
Aria wielded Nick like an onahole, jacking off into his entire body and letting herself tease him
with a spurt of pre. "The proverbial rat who's my pocket."
The hands-off treatment was pretty impressive, he had to admit, as the tail around his midsection jacked him across the length of that massive shaft and the one around his neck squeezed firmly but gently, working in tandem to titillate and obliterate him. The rolling steps of that massive goddess' hips only helped pound that cock into him, every step squeezing a cute little squeak from him as his prostate was utterly pummeled.
"Nghhhhg... hell, I'm good with being a toy like this for a couple thousand years, even if there's not a serious promotion at the end of it..." He wasn't particularly looking as the other mages saw the greatest of their number speared on the dick of the former priestess like a trophy... but then again, the blast of pre that happened to give him a slight paunch as hot, divine seed settled in his body gave him a lot to think about.
