Of Beasts and Monsters (Helvorn/Pervy)

[Pervy]

The Minotaur gave a smirk that she could not help but interprete as interest motivated solemnly by the beasts lusts, no matter how provocative she might be, and make herself right now. Not that any part of him was opposed to having his eyes wander about the beautiful curves of the creature before him, with an unashamed interest in, well, all of her, but especially wandering towards her fertile mound and on....

There was no denying the musk, the tension in the air, he wanted to take her, and she was amazed, forced by her own body and a subtle pulsing of lustful magic of her own design, enticed by his scent, to crave that organ, caution and safety be damned. Sure, she should be in charge, riding ontop of him, commanding him to take her with this meaty rod.. she.. could risk that, right? It was a bit... very impressive.

The large problem here, yes... so very large... was that try as she might, the elf struggled to disapprove of the sight standing ever prouder before her. "Yes?" The minotaur-man prompted, large fingers seeking to.. ease and at the same time entice the parts of her that felt so hot and swollen alike...
On the other hand, her plot seemed to definitly be working, the Minotaurs guard was down, all she needed was a swift, clean hit with an elven blade, like those currently located about three metres away at the waters edge and...

It took all her focus to stifle most of the moan seeking to escape her as his brutish fingers unashamedly brushed along her hot womanhood.
"Well.. I mean." The minotaur man grinned, as Ilsa came to reconsider her approach to seduction with a strong hand picking her up by one arm. "You're pretty enough that I wanted to let you off the hook, you know, prove that not all of my kind are brutes that'll just drag women off to become fuck-cows. BUT." He grinned... "You do drive a pretty hard bargain."

And with that, Ilsa found herself suddenly lifted over the minotaurs shoulders, followed by an utterly disgraceful(although not overly painful, oddly enough) slap of her bottom, leaving her jiggling as the Minotaur-man seemed a little too happy to listen to her suggestion. "You know, I could use a nice piece of ass like you to warm my cave. You'll struggle to take all of me at first, but we can fix that." A smirk, as she hung over his shoulder, feeling all too directly the disparity between their strength level, as agile and disciplined as she might be...

 

[helvorn]

Ilsa savored the warm, liquid desire that filled her whole body as the virile presence and acrid, masculine musk of the minotaur bull fanned the flames of her arousal. The mana in her body spiked so fiercely that her skin and hair seemed to glow with need. Yet it was the touch of his hand that connected the circuit to unleash a mix of hormones and magic that seemed to transform Ilsa into a creature of pure sexual desire and female receptiveness. Ilsa was not worried, not upset by this sudden surge of power, this rush of deeply throbbing need. No, she was a high elf of the royal family and perfect in all things. Her plan to seduce and distract the rudely endowed and dangerous bull before her had succeeded as only one of her blood line and ability could achieve.

She let out an embarrassing yelp as the minotaur swept her off her feet and so disgracefully smacked her naked bottom. Surely though her wriggling, resistance and the beating of small, soft hands on his thickly muscled back in protest was all part of the plan. He would take her to his cave deep in the enemy territory, slipping her past the sentries and magical barriers until she was positioned like a dagger near the very heart of the foe. The pulsing wetness in her pussy, the heated swelling between her inner thighs, ripe and ready for penetration was only a minor distraction. Ilsa was steady and disciplined. She would resist the overwhelming scent of the bull and the incredible allure of his male weapon. But there was more to do. "No, no... not a prisoner, not a slave... I have... more to say... bring my... things... worth... worth bringing..."

 

[Pervy]

The females desire was no secret to the bulls keen instincts, his nostrils subtly flaring to draw in her scent, smell her need. He had little need of doing much more than what his body was designed for.. unleashing the desires in hers, preparing her, and then breeding her as she deserved. The luscious females magic was strong.. which just served to make her all the more receptive to her own, primal instincts. There was a strong, capable man before her. What was she waiting for? A part of her whispered.
She was proud of her bloodline, rightfully so, of course, but at the same time, that bloodline deserved propagating more than most now, did it not?

As she was pushed into his manly flesh she found herself inhaling of his scent once more.. so awfully distracting that, almost as much so as the hand caressing and squeezing her bottomcheeks. She was carried along like a feeble maiden, a capture of war more than a prisoner, all part of her grand deception of course, and carried along deeper into the caves. Although, with a chuckle, the minotaur had picked up her equipment, most of it anyway, hopefully, carrying it along like a trophy, just like he carried her.
Along the way she saw a few other bullmen.. and they saw her, lusty grins over at her predicament, perhaps a hint of jealousy at their fellows prize, a gaze that he responded by caressing along her bottom cheek again, a finger dipping between her legs, enticing her into a moan to show off before his 'Buddies'.

She was carried onto a moderatly large subsection of the cave, a living space more than a prison for her and very clearly, intensely filled with his musk, making her head swim in.. further wild fantasies. She was, somewhat gently, but unceremoniously dropped upon an array of furs and then... The minotaur-man grinned down at her, standing strong and proud before her, all of him, considering the squirming, warm, wet femaleness he'd carried over here, an almost equine looking bull-cock standing proud and pushing aside the loincloth that had granted him more modesty than her on their way back over here. "So what where you babbling about more? Hmnn now what more can we do with you." She looked down at her, fighting his own lusts, debating if he wanted to feel those sweet lips upon his shaft.. but could she even endure that..?
"Hmnnn you look pretty yet so frail for a breeder." He mused.

 

[helvorn]

Ilsa should have been humiliated and embarrassed as she was paraded through the minotaur caves, naked and thrown over the bull's shoulder. Instead she felt a sense of excitement, of pride and sensuality as lusting eyes devoured her newly curvaceous form. Surely a lady of the high elves, a member of the royal family was not a squirming slut on display for crude beasts! No, Ilsa was scouting, learning the tunnels and number and strength of the foe. She tried to count the numbers of towering, masculine monsters but her mind was hazed and foggy from the thick aroma of sexual musk that filled the air and she found her eyes drawn instead to the rippling muscles and growing bulges in their loin cloths that spoke of a power and virility that stirred her belly. She cried out and moaned, shifting and thrashing, not escaping but further exposing her soft, round flesh as his rough digit found her dripping wet and swollen with need at the juncture of her thighs.

Already the subtle changes made in the flow of magic in her body by the machinations of the goblins pooled both her blood and mana in her womb, in her breeding channel and in her breasts making her almost glow with sensuality and fertility. Now the powerful scent of the bull minotaurs both a strong aphrodisiac pheromone and an insidious magical agent stimulated her lusts and warped and twisted Ilsa's already vulnerable magical balance to further ready her for coupling, insemination and conception. She struggled with the fantasies, the overpowering urges to be taken and claimed by a bull cock; to suck and fuck and writhe in abandon as her womb was filled and her belly swelled impossibly large. Yet her womb would be tainted by a monster but as a high lady should she not breed with the most powerful, the most virile? As Ilsa was thrown down on her back, legs splayed and aching, glistening sex displayed her mind was confused by the minotaur musk. She should bear a child sired by an elf of an ancient clan and yet... the bull cock, flushed, throbbing and dripping with pungent precum befuddled her thoughts.

"Uhh... cock..." she moaned, half out of her mind with lust as her own scent and magic called to the male standing before her. Ilsa struggled to her knees. It would not do to have a noble on her back like a whore... a wet, hot breeding whore... but rather in a less vulnerable position... closer to the bull cock... She would not rise yet, grab for her weapons because she did not want to startle the creature while she... sucked his cock... negotiated... "Frail? I am a high elf of the royal family. I can take on any..." 'Cock' Isla finished in her mind. "Return my weapons and I will reward you with treasure and favor if you release me unharmed..." 'And bred...' she thought.

 

[Pervy]

Ilsa felt all warm and wiggling deep within. It made her feel nice, in a woozy, distracting way. She was still a beautiful elf, quite so, but there was a certain.. fertility-goddess aspect now quite apparent in her apperance. Firm, round bounciness, a lustful body, made for being bred by minotaurs and other beasts, a true mother of monsters.. She would have pushed away those idle thoughts, if they didn't feel so good and relaxing, enticing, even.

The scent of the minotaur man didn't make her lesser, or dumber, it just .. emphatized other parts of her personality over what she might prioritize, normally, as he gripped her tight, and held her firm, bull-cock pressed up against her wanton lips, the upper ones, for now, regrettably, silencing her negotiation and pushing inwards. She was tight, too tight, normally, but her body lovingly coupling, preparing herself with fertility and motherly magic was far more receptive than usual, her cunt opening up with a hungry, warm wetness, whilest her lips dipped forwards, mouth opening wide to recieve the bull cock within. "Very well.. well if you can still think after this." He grinned.

The bullcock, all too beautiful, glistening, throbbing, promising above her, and now pushing into her mouth, it was.. divine. Distracting enough to make her forget about the definite size increase of her now impressive breasts, nothing unnatural, of course, just perfect for a fertility goddess elf, a mother to many a minotaur children. Inch by inch that breeding tool invaded her, despoiled her, and perfected her form into something more adequate and loving for him.

The minotaur grinned, acknowledging, rewarding his newfound slut with just what she was asking for, not that she could help herself, basking in his musk, nuzzled up against his chest.. as his cock nuzzled up deep within her, pushing into her throat, as she felt her lips push out, puffing up, large and happy and eager to suck all of his dick, more of his dick, a dick-sucking wanton elf-whore, thats what she actually was.. thats how she got to feel really good. And he was happy to make use of her, the musk of him hardly comparing to his delicious taste, precum flowing through her like liquid, lustful fire, enticing her on to serve him, drink from him, be made his.. The feelings of happy maternity clashing with his rowdy, lustful handling of her in just the right way..

 

[helvorn]

Ilsa sighed happily as she felt her own magic mix with that of the goblins still throbbing inside her as the masculine and virile scent of the Minotaur acted as a catalyst to work a deep change to her mind and body. Womanly and almost voluptuous curves had replaced the almost maidenly form with which she had lived most of her long life. The strong, male aura and pheromones of the Minotaur worked their will on her shape and stoked her desires and her thoughts such that she would truly and eagerly satisfy her monstrous owner. Such things as this could happen with a powerfully magical elf of the royal family such as herself. Ilsa knew that she was in great peril of transforming into a creature of male fantasy. But not just any male but the aggressive and demanding fantasies of a ruthless and lustful beast. Her hips had widened in a deep swell as her bottom grew plush and welcoming. Her body had shifted to not only accept pulsing hardness of the Minotaur's manhood but to match his unnatural virility with a vulnerable yet tremendous fertility. She groaned with the desire to be plowed by the giant creature and to accept again and again his potent seed as he sowed her belly with his twisted brood.

Her eyes were locked on the throbbing and gleaming bull cock as it pulsed only inches from her plump lips like a dreadful and irresistible serpent. Gladly she opened her mouth to engulf the hot staff. His girth should have been too much for her to handle yet it seemed that somehow her jaws unhinged in a way to allow her master to press his hardness deeper into her mouth. Ilsa orgasmed almost immediately at the potent, acrid and intoxicating taste of the bull cock. The weeping, thick precum seemed to burn in her mouth and throat as she swallowed leaving a churning and heated fire in her belly as the manna of his life-giving seed mixed with the witches brew of goblin semen and potions in her belly. She moaned around the massive rod of flesh filling her mouth as Ilsa suckled and worshiped the manly penis. Ilsa felt her body and mind shifting further as the hot musk of the Minotaur's growing filled her nostrils and lungs as her nose pressed against the thick, curly mat of harsh hair covering the Minotaur's groin. Ilsa felt a delightful tingling and warmth in her lower belly as her body prepared to accept the relentless breeding that was soon to follow.

 

[Pervy]

At this point the petite elven woman had been afflicted, enticed with the magic of the small beasts and was now much distracted by the larger beast that wasted little time advancing upon her. A part of her might have been concerned, no, would be concerned soon, once the throes of ecstasty passed her over, but wasn't this change a good price to pay for the wonderous pleasures her body now provided her?
The manly minotaur certainly didn't seem to mind his manly body and stature one bit. He was glad to spread his musk and sweat and other liquids upon and within his female companion and whilest the elf was concerned and distracted, a strong ramming of manflesh deep into her helped.. distract her rather adequately. A perverse thought even ghosted through her mind.. what if she pushed this further, became more feminine, more fertile, more enticing to the beast.. the idea of such surrender held an enticement all unto its own..

Her desire, her magic, the creatures musk, it all made her womanhood burgeon, what the goblins had prepared her for now realized, if this beast filled her up with its seed, she would carry.. as she wanted to. She would not be left wanting, as the thick bullcock pulled out from her lips, precum glistening, that delicious, virile mass that left her lips stinging slightly, tingling with a feeling of plumping up.. what would that baby batter do once pumped into her depths? She could only fantasize.. albeit not for long. She was the creatures, and it was done with foreplay, positioning her, preparing her.. to sink into her.
She was lost in a deep, passionate moment. Her br-udders needed to be bigger, her body more feminine, so beautiful.. elfish grace was beautiful, yes, but she also wanted a true womans body, to indulge her desires in throughoutly. Was this her own fantasy or the delicious poison of the dripping precum? It was hard to tell.
He took her. He took her by the hips, and spread open her wet, wanting hole with this mighty shaft, it happened almost too quickly for her liking, the one moment she felt herself spread, the next, he was throbbing deep within. But it mattered little. It was happening. She was being bred, finally and a wave of primal pleasure, and magic, pulsed throughout her all the more lustful body as the minotaur pulled away, only to dive into her deliciously womanly body all the deeper now.

(Inspirational!)

 

[helvorn]

Ilsa paused in her frenzied suckling at the bullish cock to where she was merely licking and sucking lightly on the throbbing member. She could feel the magic in her body swirling in ever more powerful torrents as the fertility and femininity charms and potions of the smaller creatures mixed with her own to create something even greater as though her body and mind were uniting the streams of magic and something greater than the individual parts. Yet she could also feel and sense that the pure white and gold gleaming radiance of her own heritage had twisted and morphed into something colored with the bright green and blue hues of the renewal of nature as well as the darker green and browns of intense desire and overwhelming fertility. Her body as well had shifted to match the hues of the magic as she grew voluptuous and visibly fertile. Wider, childbearing hips and heavier breasts with engorged nipples for the pleasing of lovers and the feeding of young were the visible results of the power of the magic wielded by a member of the Elven royal family although never perhaps in quite this fashion.



The mix of the Minotaur’s feral and virile aura and hormones called out to Ilsa’s new magic added a sense of urgency and need to unite with this incredible stud bull. As his desires pressed upon her Ilsa felt her sex swelling as the lips darkened and grew heavier and more attractive to this bull man. Deep in her belly she felt her breeding channel shift and expand in preparation to take the full size of the bull cock now in her mouth. Her breasts firmed up in her nipples grew longer and more sensitive as the goblin magic prepared her for the fate that had been waiting for her. The magic was burning in her womb and ovaries as the Minotaur musk worked to make her into a fertile field to be plowed by this monster. Yet there was more to do as her magical aura darkened and seemed to exude an intense and instinctual sexuality.



Ilsa would please her new master and lover. He would be the father of her children and she would use all her powers to be the perfect brood mare for him. Focusing for a moment Ilsa released the tight discipline on the manna churning in her belly to allow it to flow freely through her body. Her breasts expanded until they were larger than her head, more udders than breasts now while her hips widened further to aid in both accommodating her bestial lover and the birth the monstrosities that would result from their coupling. Her swollen glistening lips kissed the tip of the bull cock ready to later please him with another blow job.



Was she feminine and fertile enough for the bull about to take her? Ilsa knew that the magic that flowed through his body but more specifically through his semen would give her the power she needed to fully transform herself into a Minotaur breeder. Turning around she eagerly bent over at the waist, now gigantic breasts swaying as the enormous cock split open her deeply transformed sex. Ilsa screamed her pleasure and satisfaction as she was split asunder by the massive organ. Some small part of her mind screamed as well in protest and agony knowing that her magic and his virility would ensure that she bore at least a pair of his young

 

[Pervy]

Some might say that the hairy beast was a primitive creature of sex and instinct. To the minotaur, the elf-maiden denying herself was far more primitive, in her own way, denying her own, and her bodies desire such..
Come what there may, Ilsa felt.. good. Being womanly. Fertile.. The thought maybe brought a blush to her cheeks, but the Bull-man seemed to quite like her improvements, strong hands roaming everywhere on her feminine frame.
If she was the scholarly sort she might have theorized if Goblin and Minotaur magic was ever to mix like this. One thing was for certain, it made for quite a devastating combo upon her feminine frame. Something deeper than her skin was changing too. Sure she could get this disenchanted easily enough. if she wanted to, anyway.

Did she? Not right now, certainly. Right now was a time to give into it, enjoy her sensuality. Embrace its throbbing of warmth along her body. An involuntary moan escaped her at the pleasure of change, of surrender to a strong male. She realized that this was because she felt amazing. Sure, a little of her more intricate.. stuck up, high elven magic made way for far more powerful, brutal, bestial impulses, but that was the way she wanted it, nothing to fight against.

Precum stained her as he aimed to invade her frame, her body, now so open and eager for the mantaur twitching and spreading a wide, dark pussy, crowned by a tuft of hair alltogether unbecoming for an elven noble, but just the perfect pussy for a horny beast-mare. The part of the elf that protested slowly snuffing out into horny, content silence, there was an echo of a feeling of loss at that.. an echo easily silenced by lustful desires as the bestial shaft pushed slowly, far too large from the way it felt, yet with a suprising ease, past engorged lips, into a once petite elven body.. well, she was still petite. In a way, anyway. A rather sex-goddess, lustfully, perverse kind of way.

The Minotaur cock had still a ways to go, and when it was fully within her, letting her feel stuffed, and almost unable to move, heavy bossom dangling in her exposed position, then it finally withdrew, only to push back into her, this time feeling more.. apropriate, still large, overwhelming, but her body had made sure to fit it into her, she realized, as the beast rutted with her, lifting one of her legs up, pushing and pumping deep into her.. she realized the warmth spilling into her was but the appetizer as he slammed into her womanly cave, large and thick and throbbing.. "Good cow."He complimented, tensing up against her, and pulling, pushing himself deep inside her, one hand holding her leg, the other squeezing a heavy breast as the large rod pulsated its heat within her... She could feel him then, in her own waves of lust, feel his heat and desire coming, flooding her. Finally, a part of her thought, happy with her beastial desire.

 

[helvorn]

For a long moment Ilsa could only moan softly as the enormous minotaur cock was slowly pressed home in her aching and tingling cunt. The use of such lewd words to describe the throbbing, masculine club wielded against her by her monstrous stud and her drooling, tight fuck sheath that stretched so impossibly to accept the impossible intrusion seemed perfectly acceptable as her fertile body was surrendered and claimed. In that instant when he hilted her sex and Ilsa felt the press of his two massive testicles against her swollen bottom she could only mindlessly savor the pleasure and satisfaction. There would be time for reflection and study perhaps although such beasts were known to keep female captives for many months, fucking every normal thought from their heads, impregnating them and then releasing them to bear monstrous young although many women were never heard from again. Surely at some point Ilsa would regain her resolve and complete her quest to purge this pit of iniquity… but not right now. Presently the heavy swing of her pendulous breasts and the warm heat of goblin and minotaur magic combining with the uncontrolled release of her own Elven magic was far more interesting than any scholarly or academic concerns.

Yet still, the leaking of bestial pre-com to mix with the thick soup of remaining goblin semen even as her Elven magic settled into her womb and birth canal stirred up further changes. The feminine essence of her manna was driven and pounded by the physical presence of the Minotaur cock as it drove in and out of her with relentless force. All the most potent magic was done through a combination of the physical, emotional and magical and Ilsa was on the receiving end of not only a cock that would make the most powerful stallions in the Kings stables proud but the Minotaur himself whether consciously or not was using his cock as an agent to force his will into the brewing mix of sexual magic that was Ilsa’s cunt. Her sex opened and deepened to accept her breeding while dribbles of what can only be milk began to leak from the udder being squeezed in a massive hand. Her hips widened further both to ease the passage of the plundering shaft as well as to better bear the huge offspring likely to develop should her new master successfully inseminate her.

Ilsa tightened her sex around the shaft, clinging to it as it withdrew and clenching down to increase the friction and pleasure that her master would experience. Pressing her hand against the nearby pillar Ilsa use the leverage to press herself back into each relentless thrust. Ilsa knew that the mix of goblin and Minotaur was highly dangerous as the goblins were tricky and known for sexual transformations while the Minotaur semen alone was highly addictive and known to make women of all species receptive, fertile and submissive. But still the fucking continued. Ilsa could only jerk back against her monstrous lover while thoughts of the heat in her womb and the consequences of a torrent of virile cum into her body with the last things on her mind. Instead she began a low moan with each thrust. “Maaahhh… maaaooohhh… “ As the pounding continued her moans grew louder and to her momentary shame more cow like; “Moooo! Mooo!”

 

[Pervy]

The minotaur gave his pet/woman a caress along her cheek, strong hands upon smooth skin, an almost gentle gesture, if the rest of the bulls action had been more in line with his actions, anyway. The large Minotaur-cock pushed her apart and pulled back, only to push back into her, stirring her insides. She could feel herself losing, worse, she could feel herself enjoying the loss of control turning into lust.
Her lower belly pulsated hotly with life and need, strong hands holding her in place to let it be filled, whilest her mind swam with perverted fantasies about her own potential fate. A part of her might feel like a ripened fruit, prepared by goblin gardeners and now plucked by a bull-man to be consumed with the filling of her flower.

There was a rather realistic danger of her own twisted desires mal-shaping her graceful frame, or perhaps, improving it in proper ways.. it was harder to tell, with her thoughts now distracted and lost in a breeding haze. The elven womans natural aptitude for magic encouraging a twisted kind of erotic spell that aroused her and in this arousal fed and encouraged more of itself. And as finally she released her 'spell' with a horny, eager mooing a wave of powerful, erotic changing corruption gushed throug her, unleashed by herself.. she knew then, that a part of her enjoyed this. A part of her, would forever be a cow, her higher goals and ideals be damned, this felt so amazing.

He, the bull-man also seemed quite enarmored with her magic, at least guessing by the pushing into her, the tightening, the wave of heat pouring into her from the bestial cock...
The flood of hot, sticky cum into her had her washing away with her own climax, leaned up and half collapsing against the pillar, eyes clouded over in joy. Had she become a mother to a wonderful calf for her mintoaur-husband? No bout it would have to be so, considering his virile, copious load. Even if not, he'd take her again.. and again....
In her lost and erotic haze, Ilse noticed herself flopping onto the ground, half-caught to notice strong, furred hands painting something upon her warmth-gushing lower womb, a sign of sorts, even more primitive than the goblins, in a way.
"You are a cow now. My cow." She was informed, and then led to the back of the cave to rest and let the heat within her settle. No doubt, her master would soon return to make use of her again.. soon? Oh, yes.. she'd fallen asleep with the joyful afterglow and the exhaustion of her body changing and shifting.. glancing down upon herself she was far more.. sexual... and it didn't even feel all that bad, nor fill her with much concern..

 

[helvorn]

Ilsa was a powerful and sensitive practitioner of all forms of magic even measured against the high standards of her race. Despite the overwhelming haze of the breeding magic even now mixing and pulsing throughout her body, she knew that a series of transformative spells of enormous proportions were brewing in the hot and sticky stew of goblin semen, her own womanly juices and the corrosive and corruptive precum that coated the inside of her birth canal and had already seeped into her womb. The only thing that the magic lacked was the proper catalyst and of course the guiding will and skill to properly execute whatever was to come. Her mind or at least a small portion that still could think rationally shivered in fear and anticipation as the pounding rod of the Minotaur cock and the powerful lust driving it acted to further stoke the strength of the building magic. It didn’t help that her cunt had already changed to perfectly accommodate a bull cock of the size or that her hormonal and reproductive systems had been changed to put her into a dramatic heat.

That Ilsa’s spell was triggered as her mind was filled with twisted and erotic images of a pregnant and perpetually horny version of herself submissive and well suited to the service of her bull master was both fortunate and unfortunate depending on your point of view. That the raw, virile and powerful will of the Minotaur was squeezing and shaping Ilsa’s desires and will both through his innate magic transmitted through his pounding cock and powerful pheromones further shaped her transformation. The magic swirled and swelled as Ilsa in the very air around her glowed with green and black power that hung heavy with sexual and transformative energy. The flood of bullish semen into Ilsa’s orgasming pussy mixed its own magic with hers adding tinges of brown and yellow representing the bull Minotaur’s contribution to the spell.

Meanwhile on a more corporeal and intimate level Ilsa screamed her pleasure as the orgasm induced both by the fucking and as a side effect of the magic swept through her. She cried out loudly and unashamedly “Mooo! Mooo! Mooo! “ like a real cow being bred in the field might. The glow surrounded Ilsa decreased until it was barely visible as she collapsed to the ground. She cried out and moaned a bit in protest as the giant cock was withdrawn. Still the thick flow of excess semen leaking from her darkened, swollen and now bestial appearing labia spoke both of the virility of her master and the erotic ordeal which she had just experienced. Ilsa looked up at her Minotaur-husband with eyes that were clouded with confusion and horror. She could feel the steaming heat of the Minotaur seed seeping into her body even as his sperm began the short journey through her magically enhanced reproductive tract in search of her egg. One hand cupped her lower belly as her lover pulled her to her feet. Ilsa moaned softly as she felt not just one but a second egg released into her vulnerable womb. “Cow? Cow… Yes I, yes I am… Oh gods a cow now. Your… Your cow”

Ilsa settled in and fell immediately asleep as her body continued to sing with joy at her breeding, from the narcotic and addictive high induced by the Minotaur cum and the simmering magic that now began to work it’s transformative power on her body and mind. Later, much later she stirred and woke. Ilsa could immediately smell the irresistible, masculine scent of the Minotaur. She was drawn to it both by the aching and burning warmth in her loins but also by a growing desire to submit to and pleasure her magnificent bull-master. She could also detect her own scent; that of a cow in heat ready to be bred again and again. Ilsa could still feel the warmth of the Minotaur seed in her pussy and womb yet she had not been impregnated and it seemed that the transformative magic had induced in her a heat to draw bulls to continue her mating. She felt changed, sexy and sexual. Immediately she noticed her breasts were yet larger with nipples now could only be described as teats. Standing unsteadily Ilsa could tell that her body had grown stronger and taller to match her new husband. Wider hips matched her larger bosom. Alarmingly a crude rune was etched in black just over now heavily furred mons. A quick touch of the hand proved the marking to be permanently tattooed on her body as a sign of the claim upon her made by her Minotaur. Even more frightening was that Ilsa now stood on the balls of her feet, ankles and calves reconfigured to stand like a cow. She noticed that her toes seemed smaller with several fused together as if there was a start of a hoof. An involuntary cry escaped her lips; “Mooo!“ Ilsa realized that the magic was still working to change her to the image shared between her and the Minotaur as she was fucked of an erotic and fertile cow woman.

 

[Pervy]

Elf-ladies were made for breeding, their strong, li.. voluptous? Lithe... what was she thinking about again? Not much, in this situation, anyway, not beyond what her body had to share with her.
And the worst part? She wasn't sure how much of her liked it, right now.. a lot, but afterwards.. could she really regret all this, all this that made her feel.. so amazing...

The minotaur-man wasn't overly evil. Sure, he was primitive, bestial, ready and eager to claim what presented itself so eagerly before him... her. Her mind was of two parts, but right now, one was quite a lot happier, and hornier.. and no less mentally able than her more prudish self. That massive cowman-shaft forming her into its eager toy just as much as her own magic was, by now. Primal, unrefined, but all the more powerful magic of lust and instincts. A big, soothing hand helped steady her in the throws of magical and physical ecstasy, wordlessly praising her for doing well, being a good cow...
"Yes. Good cow. Rest now.." Was, what she was last encouraged to, dreaming hot dreams as her body hosted her minotaur-corrupted eggs proper.

She was a little panicked, awakening of her dreams.. but exhaled, focused.. and moo'ed again.. She could handle this, take control of this.. especially with her minotaur-lover nowhere to be seen. A soft hand reached out, caressing the almost animal-brand like marking and letting loose another moo as she focused.. She could fix this, she knew she could!

Yes. Ilse focused and remembered and with the focus came a relaxing throbbing, a warmth going through her body as the minotaur-breeding slaves personality reasserted itself, washing away the panic, the worry, those concerns.. One hand came up to one of her breasts each, as she chided herself. Teats. Bovine udders.. she did not have breasts.. she played with her nipples and guided life-enhancing magic into them.. she needed to encourage more milk-production.
An arrogant, annoying part of herself wanted to dispel the accursed.. wonderful cow-sigil she was marked with.. she really had to find a sollution for that.. where was her husband, anyway? Perhaps she should head out and find him. But first.. her breasts felt so good, her primal, bovine body.. imperfect yet, but.. once it was, she could become the breeding slave for so many a bull-master.. she just had to .. finish.. finish herself, yes.
She focused, and let out another hearty moo.. yes, help focus your transformation find more bulls.. she was.. at the edge of a lake, cave.. leading deeper in.. yes...

She wasn't beastily and horny enough.. not enough teat and mooing and cow and fur and eagerness, but .. she would be soon! She knew she could do it, work on it, work on improving herself.. but.. it would be easier with bull-scent, yes.. it was a risk, to go away, to let so many annoying, fearful, fearsome thoughts return as she left masters musk but she had to do it to become the perfect cow, push on, find master, surrender properly to master... She could do it, could push on.... right?

[Deeper into the caves for the cow...]

 

[helvorn]

Ilsa dreamed as a faint greenish blue glow surrounded her. She tossed and turned restlessly in her sleep as her mind and body processed the physical, mental and magical ramifications of the combination of her Minotaur breeding and the corrupting goblin magic. As she woke, Ilsa remembered little of her dreams other than vague images of massive Minotaur males, intense sexual pleasure and satisfaction as she swelled with offspring. She stroked the crude brand over her mons and felt the pulse of magic in the marking. Ilsa could sense that the brand signified not just her bestial husband’s ownership but in a larger sense her ownership by the larger community of virile bulls. As her sensitive traced the symbol, her magically sensitive mind picked up that this symbol served to focus and bind her down the path of a Minotaur cow. All that was needed was to feed more magic and passion through the chakra of her pulsing sex.

She frowned for a moment as her fingers stroked the brand and her other hand cupped a full and firm breast. Surely, this was all wrong but Ilsa had supreme confidence in her own abilities. In a moment of brief lucidity, she shuddered at the changes she had experienced. Yet the old arrogance returned and Ilsa was confident that she could reverse and annul anything that had occurred. What happened was unplanned and importunate but was not a disaster. No, Ilsa was a princess of the royal family and she would use this to her advantage to infiltrate to the very heart of the corruption from whence she would strike the decisive blow to eradicate the menace. But she would have to transform further perhaps to convince the beasts to allow her into their midst. At this thought two halves of her mind were in agreement.

A moment later she shivered and mooed as the touch of her fingers on her nipple made her think of the rough, suckling lips of her Minotaur lover. This was followed by her other hand reaching down between her legs, spreading her dark and swollen folds and rubbing her engorged clit. Now thoroughly motivated by her need for breeding by as many bulls as possible to lead to her transformation as a cow and her lingering sense of duty and identity driving Ilsa to undergo trivial and easily corrected changes as part of her vital mission, she moved off deeper into the caves led by the irresistible scent of bull Minotaur.

 

[Pervy]

After her bestial escapades, our brave, elven heroine manages to.. well, it wasn't really shaking off her condition. She'd been changed, even as she prepared to see her travels through, eager for what she might find at the end of this trip to her lewd wonderland... No, wait, that wasn't right. Eager to see this dark mission end, sunken costs or not!
Ilsa's beauty had shifted from lithe and elven grace to something still graceful but far more.. fertile, there was no better word for it, even as she pushed herself to advance onwards. After all, she could always return to the perverse rites of the goblins and the mighty bull-cocks of.. Geesh, her thoughts had taken to wandering, and her body helped tell that story, with her cow-symbol pulsing, and her breath quickened, she struggled to recover on her way down on deeper into her predicament.

Ilsa had been under some unfortunate circumstances, yes.. but had they stopped her? Certainly not! Something was gathering these beasts here, using them, hiding behind them, no one knew.. but Ilsa -would- find out, sooner, rather than later.
Ahead of her lay a darkening, longer cave passage leading deeper into the earth, up to the point were even her sharp elven eyes struggled to tell her any details.. only then, and with a slight dripping from between her legs, did a part of Ilsa realize a weakness in her plan.. she wasn't exactly well equipped, rather, she was pretty much naked, wandering into the cave.. that also included a lack of equipment to see in the dark.. well, that was easy enough solved with a light spell, the most basic of magics... She concentrated, as she advanced into the damp darkness of the cave, hunting down minotaur cocks and intonating elvish words of power...

And her bossom pulsated slightly. Her nipples, her engorged lower lips,.. her upper lips, she felt a faint glow from them all, a glance down showing her tongue luminescent as well.. it seemed as if even the way she used her magic had fundamentally changed as, rather than creating a crystal of guiding light, her body seemed to light up from within.. with perhaps, a subtle focus on her erogenous zones.. the areas most pumped through by her potent, definitly not corrupted, magical blood. This was, propably, nothing to be concerned about, to the contrary, it was quite.. pretty, enticing, to some perhaps, as the cave lay ahead of Ilsa, open for the exploration on deeper, for whatever creatures might be there.. a part of her realized that she was rather... good at drawing attention, the way she was now, literally glowing in the dark for any curious eyes that sought her out and that idea felt.. so tingly...

 

[helvorn]

Ilsa pulsed with sexual and erotic desires beyond any she could’ve imagined just a few short days ago. Her body yearned for bestial lovers and strange breedings that could only be explained by some hidden intelligence working to a deep and powerful plan. Her need to be sexually completed and to find and destroy the hidden heart of corruption in this place drove her on from her Minotaur lover and deeper into physical, mental and sexual darkness. Ilsa drew strength not only from her Elven powers but from sheer magical energy of her fertile loins and transformed body. She focused that strength to satisfy her duty and her sexual fate.



Despite her more voluptuous form Ilsa was still a powerful Elven warrior and mage. She moved quietly and confidently through the caves as her two natures were temporarily in harmony. In a way her naked helplessness encouraged her to seek out the powerful and dominant creatures at the heart of this pulsing, erotic lair and allow them to conquer and breed her like a helpless mare or bitch. As she worked the magic spell and her erogenous zones began to glow Ilsa purred with satisfaction. She spent several minutes rubbing her glowing nipples and swollen sex savoring the lewd proof of her transformation.



Now confident in her sexual changes and resigned to fulfill her duty despite the risks of ultimate transformation into a magical breeding object Ilsa moved deeper into the caves. Her suspicions were that the current transformations were only the start to prepare her to serve a creature far more powerful, monstrous and less humanoid than she encountered before.

 

[Pervy]

Ilsa's inner dampness was perfectly captured by the caves outer dampness, cold moisture glittering upon earthen walls that her sharp eyes could easily observe every detail of, even in the gloomy half-light of her very own body, pulsing erotically and reaching out through the darkness.
Something was organizing these creatures here, assembling them, an army, a distraction, guards, something with a higher purpose, keeping adventurers out by martial and or more perverse means, she was sure of that and in spite of the heat pulsing through her every pore, she would push on to confront whatever she'd find within.

Down into the darkness a once lithe body more sensually strutted with silent grace than actually sneaked about. Yes, she would find what was wrong with these caves and ... challenge it to take her .. on. yes.

She finally, after a track of several minutes, if not longer into the depths of the caves came upon a large door, a gateway, alight with a glow not all too unlike her own perverse bodily luminosity, a gateway leading ahead, but without crank, handle, mechanism to open it.. The Large gate bore abominable designs, almost seeming to shift and writhe before the elves eyes, perhaps a trick of the light, but short of a small indentation in the front of the stone gate, at about two metres height, it was hard to find any way to open it at all.

The shifting colors pulsed and invited her, almost, it was like there was an idea.. Lean forwards, lean up a little, press your forehead into that indentation. Ilsa didn't recognize this magic, not in theory of the high arcanery she was tought, this was something ancient and dark but, she recognized crude similiarities. Was this a test, of her mental... purity? For a lack of hostile intent? Well, she could propably try breaking in the door with a powerful enough spell, or she could be a good little, well prepared slave-object and comply with the doors opening mechanism as was, lean forwards and think the thoughts it wanted to her to open itself up...

 

[helvorn]

For Ilsa the trip down and further into the caverns had a dreamy quality. So much had changed both with her body and magic as well as her emotions. Yet the underlying duty remained to not only solve the mystery of the infestation of evil but to drive a stake in the heart of whatever power was behind the corruption around and inside her. She knew that if she could defeat this final challenge and return to her people that most probably not all of the transformations could be reversed. Of course as Ilsa ran her hands over her rounded bosom and hips perhaps she might want to retain some of the gifts she had been granted (or inflicted) over the course of her journey. Certainly she had never imagined the possibility of such intense experiences and a large part of her desired to continue to satisfy her new appetites.


Ilsa frowned at the sight of the doorway. She stepped forward and ran her hands over the entire surface of the portal taking care not to touch the clearly magical barrier. Ilsa carefully considered the options. A powerful spell might succeed but would announce not only her entry but her power and hostile intent. A soft voice in the back of her head urged her to obediently press her forehead into the indentation. That felt right and proper but also if she carefully warded her inner thoughts Ilsa felt she could deceive the waiting power. And it felt so good…

After a moment of meditation and magical focus to protect her inner thoughts and motivations Ilsa leaned forward and pressed her for head into the hollow in the door. She shaped her outer thoughts to comply with what was expected.

 

[Pervy]

It was strange, not being in total control of what one was doing. If anyone had asked Ilsa before, she'd indubitably declared it rather unpleasant, but, right now, that couldn't be further from the truth. In a strange way, she felt.. fulfilled. Just like her form had been filled out by the magical changes affecting her. Sure. Every step was one step closer to the sollution of this problem but also.. every step was one step closer to perverted damnation. But perhaps she was imagining such things again... perhaps she worried too much.

The Gateway before her stood ominous, and uncaring of her inner struggle, cold and hard as stone, as expected.. what was not that expected was the wet-warm, sucking sensation of something almost flesh-like opening up against her forehead, pulsing.. and not finding her wanting. Perhaps her ruse had gone off without a hitch, or perhaps, a part of her believed in these deceptive, lustful lies, but one way or another, there was an approving throbbing and, with a creaking and by unseen hands, the door before her opened, even as she was left a little disoriented, stumbling with the good-girl thoughts having been brushed over and approved of.

She stepped onwards, into a room illuminated by purple-blazing torches, the inner design eldritch and alien, a small throne, currently empty, but too tall for an ordinary elf or human to properly sit upon, a strange array of potions sat upon a workbench besides.. she recognized some of the goblins vile mixtures, and other, different, perhaps more potent objects. All of this seemed familiar to her, monster lore wise, something alien, powerful, experimenting with alchemical substances and able to scan her mind... what was this, she might wonder, whatever it was, it wasn't here, right now, not in this room anyway, perhaps deeper within, as it seemed that only non-hostiles would be able to unlock the now slowly closing door, the owner of this domicile was clearly unconcerned with.. security.

And that was when the elfish maiden felt a slight probing, a stirring, as if someone was looking at her out of the corner of her eyes, but rather than look, she felt those nice, smooth, obediant thoughts examined, pried open and rolled around like a curious marble, a shiver of helpless excitement as she still failed to realize where or what the creature was, perhaps deeper in? Even as it learned more about her than she'd be able to tell in a dozen romantic evening discussions..

 

[helvorn]

It was hard to discern which personality and driving urges was steering Ilsa as she confronted the test and measurement on the Gateway. On one hand there was the pristine, refined and disciplined Elven Princess and mage of the nearly penultimate rank and on the other was a deeply erotic and sexually submissive creature whose equally powerful magic had been twisted into generating a churning furnace of bestial urges and irresistible urges to slavishly fulfill the desires of every imaginable virile monsters. Would she sustain and complete her mission to identify and destroy the evil of this deep complex or would the Elven Princess submit totally to the magical and physical compulsion to surrender and offer herself as a sexual treasure? Equally, Princess Ilsa had in many ways willingly transformed into a voluptuous and fertile sex object that combined the tall, stately and stunning beauty of the elf maiden in her prime with the firm, heavy breasts that would satisfy even a Minotaur, the plump ass that would delight orcs and goblins alike, broad hips to bear the most monstrous of offspring as well as the dripping and heated sexual channel to accommodate even the demons of the outer planes. Would her physical transformation strengthen the lustful passages of thought and desire now surging through her mind like raging rivers that had broken their banks and all hope of control or would she maintain that kernel of duty and denial?



Ilsa shivered in a minor orgasm as she submitted as a slut and slave to the magic that controlled the Gateway. The orgasm trailed away but the heated sexual desire only burned brighter in her belly and breasts. Her sexual channel pulsed with her heartbeat and ached to be violently fucked with a powerful cock. Yet, as she moved into the room Ilsa’s intellect was stirred by the eldritch assembly of magical ingredients and devices. Her fingertips brushed over the alchemical substances and alien artifacts on the tabletops. Yet her eyes scanned the room for the masterful creature and creator of not only this maze but all that had been done to her. Partly she was assessing the threat and partly she was boiling at the very edge of mindbending pleasure as she sought her master. When the brush came against her thoughts Ilsa retreated automatically and eagerly to the obedient slave. So quickly did Ilsa shift that she once again orgasmed with delight at the dominating and irresistible probe. The inner core of the elf did not have to summon forth fantasies of abject surrender. Ilsa moved directly to kneel before the throne with thighs widespread and breasts thrust proudly forward.