Can it become even better, or worse?

Morning came roughly for Arn, whose body hurt all over again, and whose mind lay inflamed from the memories of the day before. Had it truly happened? The lingering tingle in his groin warned him that yes, he had defiled his mother's face the day before, and the image of it would never leave his fantasies.

Trying to discern where his body hurts and checking for further body development while getting up got him the impression that his possible horns and wings had further advanced on his body, but they had not yet pierced his skin, thank the Goddess. Still, now he had a nub right above his hip as well, on his back, and his skin was even paler, so much so that black veins began appearing in some places, especially close to his marked arm and groin.

Looking at himself in the mirror, his teeth seemed longer as well, and his eyes even more predatory. Despite all these changes, Arn found he no longer felt so bad about himself. Yesterday had shown him a world much better than everything he had dreamed, and he would, in addition, receive training straight from the best mage on the tower. His life seemed like a wild ride right now, and he surely was on a high point.

Noticing his hard-as-rock manhood, he pondered if his mother's ministrations at night would be enough, at least as they were, to satisfy him daily.

Just when he would take care of his problem, after removing his shorts, the door opening and closing made him turn around quickly in shock.

And at this moment, Arn's rod was making visual contact with his stupefied sister, who rested her back on the door, mouth ajar, and eyes fixed on his throbbing member.

"I guess I now know what you and Mom meant last night," She said slowly, eyes never leaving their target. " Does it hurt?"

"Yes, same as my whole body, it is just that it hurts in more than one way now that you are here." Arn stretched the truth, but not much. His sister was gorgeous, that was a fact, but here, in his room, watching his member with interest and undeniable lust, so openly admitting it, he could not avoid his own desire to flare up.

"Forgive me, Arn, I did not mean to." She said sadly, now looking him in the eyes, expression clouded. "What can I do to help it get better?" She asked innocently.

"Just handle it a bit, please, so it can go down." He pleaded, making his most sorrowful face; in truth, he could not wait to experience that bliss again.

Lilly dutifully got down on her knees and began handling his manhood, and it felt just as divine as last night. Arn pondered if this curse was not actually a blessing from the Goddess herself, before mentally reproaching himself, he could not go this path, not to give the demon what it wanted. But this divine feeling, this he could not abandon; perhaps he could continue with this, but reassuring himself of his true goal.

Lilly continued for what passed for a long time, and during it, Arn groaned and moaned in pleasure; he could never tire of this. It was dangerous how good it felt.

"My arms are too tired." Those words from Lilly would shake his entire world, because as soon as the words left her lips, they descended and landed on Arn's equine-shaped piece, and began licking and sucking its surface.

If Arn's thought before was good, he was now transported straight to heaven, and his manhood began leaking that liquid that was not yet semen, like it was a tapped barrel, then his sister sucked the head of his rod in her mouth to catch it, and began convulsing as well.

And like this, Arn was tipped toward the no-return point, so he unvoluntarily shoved his sibling's head halfway down his manhood, her throat inflating, and fed her what seemed like a bucket load of semen, straight to her belly.

As he stood there spent, his sister, as his mother before, stood on the ground convulsing as if struck, thrusting her hips upwards like crazy, until clear fluid began soaking her shorts, as if she had soiled herself with water.

"W-w-what even w-was this?" She said, voice shivering. She tried to get up and almost fell, and she would have, had Arn not caught her. She shivered again in his arms, now much stronger than before, and slowly disentangled herself. "Do you think you need help every day, to not hurt i mean?" She added quickly. " I can come every day early morning, before father and mother are awake, or just after they leave for work on the farm." She could not meet his eyes, as hers were fixed somewhere else on him.

"Yes, thank you, Lilly, it would be great," Arn answered with a smile. His life has been truly improving a lot recently.

"Ok, see you tomorrow then."She continued, smiling, just before leaving."Don't wait on me for breakfast, I am surprisingly filled today."

Improving indeed.

Arn dressed himself and left through the window again, as was his custom; his body felt much stronger than ever before, more nimble and durable as well.

Today, he would learn magic, hopefully, and soon, he would be strong enough to go back there and end that demon. Through now, he was not sure he wanted his humanity back, while he could hide himself so with a cloak, it would be alright for him.

He trotted on the path to the tower, each day more familiar to him, whistling a merry tune as he caught the bird tailing him again.

He could not avoid dreaming about the kind of magic he would possess.

He got to the tower steps and got in. This time, there were no knights to receive him, only the bird, who suddenly began flying downwards on the tower stairway, passing through the training room and the shipyard, where a new ship lay docked, to a floor he had never been on. And while passing the many frightening skulls and bones, he wondered which of them was closer to what he is to become.

Opening the door in which the bird was perched, Arn now realized that, despite the room being covered in darkness, he could see clearly.

It was the dungeon, a circular pit, with many cells lining up the walls, their insides, where indistinct shapes sometimes clanged loudly against their bindings, visible through small slits in the wood, covered in blessed iron, shimmering in the cold darkness of the room.

Sir Osburg lay waiting for him in the middle of the pit, eyes locked on a particular cell, in which no movement could be seen inside, but a dark presence emanated from it like a **** miasma, intent on destroying all that is good and holy in this world.

"Welcome, apprentice-to-be," Sir Osburg began saying.

But Arn could never hear it fully, for his very bones rattled as another spoke to him.

Aelantach, so this means my brother succeeded.

The demon's following laugh shook the very world around them.

Come to me alone, half-born, and I will teach you as we do our fledgling

Sir Osburg seemed not to realize the conversation took place, if not by the demon's laugh. And began eyeing it and Arn suspiciously.

He took a strange, dimmed orb from his robes, cast a spell that manifested an ethereal wall on the demon's cell, and languidly said:

"Let us go, Arn, it is time to see what affinities you might have, so I can devise your training."

He brought Arn to the center of the pit with him and bade him touch the orb, together, hands in his own.

The orb flashed brightly, and Arn's vision was disoriented for a bit as his arm began hurting and shining its black and purple light as well.