Illaoi

Illaoi, the Kraken Priestess. While she was certainly more honest than most of Bilgewater, that by no means made her nice - she adhered to the ways of her goddess Nagakabouros, and detested any and all forms of stagnation, choosing instead to stay constantly in motion, and fight for change in the world. Her indomitable faith in her goddess was impressive to be sure, but right now you were a little more interested in her body - Illaoi was absolutely massive, built like a brick shithouse, and could likely crush a normal person's head with one arm... and that was a kind of power you were interested in taking for yourself.

You smile as you fly off towards a Buhru temple you spot in the distance, where you would most likely find Illaoi and her people. As you approach the temple, your resolve is strengthened by the sight of lit torches and well-maintained pathways, a sure sign that there were people actively worshipping here. Flying through the temple, however, a thought suddenly occurs to you - would you even be able to possess someone like Illaoi, who practices spirit magic in her own right? You'd played against her in game, she literally had an ability to rip people's souls out of their bodies and beat them senseless with magical tentacles.

"Eh... that's a bridge I'll burn when I cross it," you think, floating up through the floors towards the top of the temple. As you reach the upper levels, you notice what appear to be private meditation areas around you, and feel an urge to check some of them... and wouldn't you know it, behind door number two you're lucky enough to find your target - Illaoi herself, sitting down on the edge of a balcony and staring out at the sea. She's wearing her usual outfit, consisting of a simple green tunic, dark pants with heavy knee-high boots, and golden bracers on her forearms... each of which you're just now noticing is the size of your head - Illaoi herself was indeed massive, with biceps the size of your torso, various tattoos adorning her dark skin, and her partially-shaved hair pulled back into a long flowing ponytail behind her. Her heavy golden idol was resting on the ground next to her, seemingly dormant of all magic... for now.

As you floated over to try and get a closer look, however, Illaoi suddenly turns her head and snorts. "Do you think I do not notice you, spirit?" she says, pulling her legs up from the ledge to stand to her full height, and hefting her golden idol over her shoulder as she does. She turns to walk back into the zone, and after you note again how tall she is - easily seven feet tall - you also see that her eyes are glowing a vibrant, almost ethereal green... however, she's not looking at you, curiously enough. "Speak then, spirit, do not keep me waiting."

"Umm... hello," you say, and Illaoi turns towards the sound of your voice, but notably doesn't lock her eyes onto you - she must only be able to hear you, not see you. "Sorry, I... I'm not sure how I ended up... here."

Illaoi's face softens ever so slightly at your uneasy tone, before she chuckles. "Well, your presence is curious indeed - you don't feel dead to me, but I can't say I've ever encountered a spirit like you before. Perhaps we may be able to help you, however." Illaoi motions towards a space at the center, setting down her idol to face the spot. "Take a position here, and I will attempt to use my gifts to release you from your burdens."

You start to move, compelled by Illaoi's commanding tone, before stopping - "if she can't see me, then maybe..." you glance towards her, and see that she's seemingly waiting for you to say something else, before making a rash decision - and launching yourself towards her, diving headfirst into her chest. Illaoi staggers back at your entrance, a spasm running through her body as her glowing eyes roll back in her head, and you start trying to line up your ghostly form with her massive frame.

"Urghhh..." she groans out, her massive hands balling into fists as she grits her teeth, "do you... think you are the first spirit to attempt something like this? Well let us... test your movement against mine!" Suddenly, you feel a spiritual power inside Illaoi, and panic as you realize that she's attempting to **** you out. "Shit... gotta think of someth..." Your panic is offset by a sudden idea, and you focus all your strength on taking control of one of Illaoi's arms, shoving your hand into hers like a giant gauntlet. She resists, but after a moment you do indeed feel her giant arm come under your control, and immediately move her hand down, shoving it into her pants and between her legs, jamming her massive fingers into a pussy that you're surprised to find has already started getting wet.

"Ahhh!" Illaoi screams at the sudden penetration, losing her concentration, and as soon as you feel the spiritual energy pushing you out cease you smile and press on, slipping your other arm into hers and shoving your legs down into her boots, feeling all of your limbs grow and extend to fit as Illaoi's muscles come under your control. As your torso grows to fit into hers, you become acutely aware of the arousal you'd just **** onto Illaoi, now feeling your hand drenched in the juices from your pussy. Finally, you start to fit your head up into Illaoi's, hearing her let out a moan as her once-strong mind is overwhelmed by the sensation of having her body stolen from her. "I guess my movement beat yours," you whisper with a smile, sadistically hoping that she can hear you just before your vision goes dark.

When you come to, you find yourself standing in the meditation area, feeling almost like you're standing on stilts. Looking down, you feel long hair brush against the back of your neck, and smile as you look down at the sight of Illaoi's body, almost getting vertigo from your new height, before realizing that your right hand is still shoved into her pants. Pulling it out, you flick the fluids off in one swift motion, and feel the strength behind even such a simple motion - you could probably knock someone out without even meaning to. Curling your toes in Illaoi's thick leather boots, you note the vague sensation of dried seawater in them, and wonder when Illaoi last even thought about bathing.

"Hmm..." you think, closing your eyes and attempting to reach into Illaoi's mind. As expected, it's nigh-impenetrable, but having already claimed her body it's not long before you claw your way inside, feeling her memories swarm around you - her training and life as a priestess, being chosen as Truth-bearer, even every little moment when she was alone and allowed herself a brief moment to feel the loneliness of her life, a feeling she never dared show to anyone else... all of it was now yours - not to mention her fighting abilities, spirit magic, and even her personality. For all intents and purposes, you now were Illaoi, and there was no way anyone, even your new goddess, could ever tell differently. You open your eyes, a smirk growing on your stolen lips as you hoist up your trusty idol, channeling a bit of spirit magic into it to experimentally manifest some tentacles. "Don't worry too much about this, Illaoi," you say, the mocking tone unfamiliar in her deep voice, "after all, it's like you always say - it's important to embrace change, is it not?"