Lunnara transcends her mortal form

It was a terrifying image. The room got darker, the air denser and a smell of blood and sulphur filled the room. A dense, almost liquid darkness was born there, and Lunnara was it's vortex. The sun had died, the light had died. Nameria fell to the floor, ashamed and repented, cum still leaking from her. She had betrayed her god, her lover, and now she would suffer the consequences of her sins.

The elf's body levitated in the air, it's very essence being reconfigured. Her's was the only light in existence: a dim, reddish, and malevolent glow that made reality trembled around her. Myrce got to her knees and prayed with rejoiced and teary eyes. In her mind, they were now witness to a miracle, and she could fell the love of her mommy radiating in all directions. Her pussy was drenched, as it always was. Nameria's tear's were of a different kind: of abject terror and despair.

"What have I done?" She said.

The light returned to the room, but now a new creature stood at the centre of it and both woman could not believe such a luscious appearance. Lunnara spread her malevolent wings with a victorious roar, and let her sluts glaze upon her new and magnificent form. Her feet were scaly and digitigrade, a mix between elven and reptilian feet. Her hands were claws now, with sharp and elongated nails to extend her slender fingers, two pairs of magnificent and royal horns grow from her head, where her black hair still cascaded like night's very mantle. They where just not horns, but the crown of a sovereign and conqueror. Her skin maintained her characteristic bluish tone, and her eyes glow even brighter, the light of the very moon shined from them, feminine and alluring. Blue skin surrounded by dark wings: she was the very image of the moon, and she would reign over all creatures of the night. Her cock was a proper one now, with no longer traces of a vagina around her, and a pair of engorged balls where also there to act as her royal cottage. Drops of precum fell from her glorious head. A deathly weapon fit for the next monarch.

She extended her draconic wings even further, and they were big and reptilian, black as the abyss and completely functional. Her whole self exuded power and dignity. It was the image of a cruel and laughing goddess.

Myrce was on the floor, her arms extended to the skies in an act of religious devotion, tears of happiness crossing her face. "So beautiful, so beautiful." She said.

"Myrce, my dearest," Lunnara spoke once again. Her voice was the same as always but somehow it sounded beautiful, almost melodious and charged with an otherworldly authority. It was the sound of the very wind, an elemental **** of nature that the laws of men could not bend. "You are a despicable slut, and that's what I love about you. Come here. Do what you were meant to do." Myrce ran to her mommy, filled with gratitude, her mouth anxious to devour her new and swollen balls. She got there and proceeded to suck with her unrivalled devotion, slurping, kissing and nuzzling the holy scrotum like it was the very fruit of paradise.

Nameria was still paralysed, still on the floor, but her eyes were transfixed, and she could not look away. "What have I done?" She said again, deluded in her terror and regret.

Lunnara looked down on her and smiled, showing two rows of pointy teeth. "You have served the Dragon, my dear. I am the Dragon now."