New Friends; New Face.

I gave Rolnin a smile and a giggle. The elf let out a feral growl universal among men overwhelmed by lust. “Does my lord like to take things slow or does he prefer…” Before I could finish my question, Rolnin pushed me in the direction of the couch. The young lordling threw the holstaur girl off of the couch without so much as a word. The girl let out a whimper of pain before Rolnin grabbed her by the hair and told her “quit blubbering, put your mouth to good use, and help this demon get your owner’s fires lit and his masts aloft.”

“Yes, Most magnificent Master, It is an honor to taste your cock.” The holstaur said as she began to remove Rolnin’s trousers.

“That will not be necessary, my lord.” I said before the cow-girl could start her cock-worship. I extended a tendril from between my legs. The moment the appendage of hardlight touched Rolnin’s cock, the shaft fully engorged to the surprise of its owner. I let my tendril slither around his cock and around his waist. I stepped towards the elf letting more and more of my tendrils entangle him. I wrap my glowing tentacles around his thighs, hips, wrists, ankles, and finally, throat. Rolnin looks marginally confused and a touch worried. So I giggle and tell him. “Don’t worry my lord. I know exactly what I am doing. I have no doubt that this will be a night which you never forget.” I let an extra surge of light-magic flood down the tentacles causing Rolnin to cry out in ecstatic joy.

“Holy Thrones! In all my hundred and forty two years, I did not know an elf COULD feel this good.” Rolnin said breathing hard.

“Oh honey.” I said, laying my drawl on extra thick. “This is just foreplay.” I did not need the time fruit to stick a pair of tentacles up Rolnin’s butt at the same time I pulled his cock through my veil of light.

Now, nephilim biology is funny. We are a fully functioning hermaphrodite species which can choose to present as either male or female depending on if we want people to see us as a man or a woman. Regardless of what I present as, the moment somebody sticks their cock past the luminescent curtain, it enters a place I like to call my ‘Primordial Womb’. The moment that happens time stops as the male in question comes completely and utterly under my power.

One moment Rolnin was enjoying one of the most mind bending orgasmic pleasures a mortal being is physically capable of experiencing. In that same moment, the self-important lordling found himself hanging by his wrists suspended in a dark void with his legs **** apart, and in between, I held his very core within my grasp. In that moment, I was Rolnin Taal-Canadshu, second son of the Arl of Canadshu. A tropical paradise formed by spell and song to be one of many edenic islands in the Elven Archipelago. I could remember the countless hours of lessons in etiquette, military arts, sensual arts, singing, dancing, history, literature, and countless other subject matters an elf nobility was expected to know. I remembered my family, my older brother and sister, the twins Vindar and Sindar, my younger sister Nalwaye. My mother and father the Arl and Arless of one of the most ancient and prosperous of the islands from the First Expansion. Their purhume spouses, Mary, Hannah, and George. That brought on a whole memory about Rolnin’s biological mother explaining how when a human and an elf make babies, some of the babies will be human, and some will be elves, so elves take purhume concubines and studs to make more elf babies. “There are some things that elves are better at, like living a long time, and some things that humans are better at, like having babies more than once a century.” Hannah had said with her signature actinic sarcasm. This being my first real core to core merger like this, it was all quite overwhelming.

“I have to say. You have quite the life, Rolnin.” I said to the young elf appearing before him in the void in my male form. “Money, titles, a famous family, a fun part time job out patrolling the frontiers. Frankly, I am jealous. No you cannot talk. I do not want to hear anything you have to say. Right now I am debating what to do with you. See, I could just kill you, and a part of me really, really wants to. It would be so easy. I just think it, and your core will be sucked into the cosmic furnace which burns inside of me and you will just. Stop.

“But, after seeing the shit you have done, as well as the people in your life who raised you to be the sort of person who thinks its okay to do that…” I showed him an extrapolation of one of his memories. Rolnin and I watched the elf-boy in that cabin with that young orc buck just a few days into his manhood. “...to anyone. Well I think some education is in order. So. I am giving you a makeover, and then I am sending you away. And while you are learning to think about what it is like when the shoe is on the other foot, I will be living your life better than you ever could. And when you see the original Zansa. Tell her that, on the bright side, now that her copy is taking her classes, her parents are going to start being proud of the grades which she brings home.”

With that, I faded out of the dark void. I left Rolnin hanging in the darkness looking at his new form in a full length mirror. Upon seeing what I had turned him into, I allowed Rolnin to have his voice back.

“NOOOOOOO!!!” Rolnin cried out as he looked at himself and saw a common field orc looking back at him.

Back in reality, I doubletimed my preparation for a teleportation to my domain. Once the spell was ready I took a deep breath and sent the real Rolnin to my domain at the exact moment an emanation in his likeness appeared in his place. To all onlookers it was a seamless transition that left none the wiser. The new Rolnin was breathing hard as I unwrapped myself from him. He stepped back, stretched his limbs, and sedately put on his pants and walked over towards Gonilna.

“How was she? You said she was the best thing ever there. But like how best of a best. Was she like twice as good as me or like a hundred times better than me. Not that I am jealous or need to keep up. She is a sex demon, fucking is all she is good for. But really, was it like ten times better than…” Gonilna prattled on until she experienced something totally outside of her lived experience.

“““Jesus H. Christ. Will You Shut The Fuck UP!!!””” Gonilna heard Rolnin, Zansa, and I all say in unison.

Gonilna blinked in stunned surprise. “What?” Gonilna said. I gestured and the pseudo-Zansa and pseudo-Rolnin moved to seize the surprised elf co-ed. “What is going on you guys? This is not fhuhuhuh…” I had, finally, gotten a gag in that insufferable twat’s mouth by wrapping one of my tendrils around her mouth. I let out an enormous sigh.

I was about to begin the process of mind ****, and **** **** the bitch when Barla spoke up. “Master, Tunkus! Gonilna’s satyr boy, we have to hurry!” Barla ran towards the door to the **** quarters, which were little more than closets with a prison toilet in the corner. In the middle of the room stood a young man with goat horns, and shaggy hooved legs dancing around a carpet trying has hard as possible to avoid the spears, swords, and other blades which would appear out of the carpet to stab and slash at the unfortunate soul imprisoned within the prayer rug’s warding barrier. Tunkus’s body was covered in cuts, scratches and quite a few nasty looking cuts. The satyr had lost a lot of blood, but Tunkus shuffled on knowing that as soon as he stopped dancing, he would stop living.

“Tunks!” Barla tried to smash down the barrier imprisoning her friend, but the magic resisted her. “Help him. He dies, you die.” I said tightening the grip around Gonilna’s throat. The panicked elf-girl crossed over the barrier without effort and pulled the exhausted satyr from his **** dance. Barla took the wounded satyr over to Gonilna’s bed and laid him down and doing her best to try and staunch his bleeding. “Hang in there buddy. Its going to be okay. Isn’t it, Master?”

I extended my hand and from my hardlight bracer I extended a tendril which squeezed healing goo into the satyr ****-boy’s wounds. Tunkus’s skin closed up leaving the boy unblemished. The satyr let out a sigh of immense relief before passing out.

“He will be alright.” I reassured Barla. “He just needs rest, tomorrow morning he will be better than ever.” Barla was crying tears of joy as she sat over her friend’s bedside. “Stay with him.” I told the orc woman. I turned to face the gagged and restrained Gonilna and switched the X to a Y. The elf girl let out a muffled scream when she saw me transform from a delicate woman to a sinew man.

As I wrapped my tendrils around Gonilna’s limbs and lifted her into the air I heard a soft but audible ‘woah’ coming from the Holstaur. I saw her huddled on the floor looking up with far more awe than terror. Meanwhile the milfy moon elf was trying to back away. I turned and gave both of them a smile. “You do not have to be afraid.” I told them. I gave the tentacles a shake causing Gonilna to let out a shocked yelp. “They do. These self-righteous sadistic bastards who expect their slaves to be grateful for their chains. They need to be afraid.” The words seemed to calm the two slaves and draw them closer to me. “Now, who wants to see this elf slut use her mouth correctly?” Pulling the elf into a stress position, I **** the woman’s mouth to take the thick dark girth of my cosmic cock down her throat. The girl gagged and moaned as the shaft grew longer and wider to fill her mouth. Using my tentacles, I **** the girl’s face back and forth, up and down my throbbing hardon. With each stroke, each thrust, I built up form primordial energies.

Interesting thing was, I already had some primordial energies floating around inside of me. When I had taken Rolnin, I had taken everything, including his essence. It was sitting their in my primordial womb, waiting to be directed. I could transform it into eggs which could hatch into any creature I could desire. I could use them to fashion more nephilim children and give birth to them the mammal way. Or, I could fuse those energies with the ones building in my cosmic cock and let someone else do the birthing. For now I chose to store Rolnin’s essence. I had some thoughts of how to use it, but my priority at that moment was breaking Golina to my will.

After I let her up from the throat fucking I plopped the elf co-ed on the floor with a THUNK. Gonilna looked up at me, slobber on her face, tears in her eyes, and an expression of carnal desire. The woman crawled over to my feet trying to pull herself up towards my cock by clinging onto my legs. I wrapped one tentacle around the elf bitch’s wrists and hoisted her up. With two other tentacles I spread her legs and with the precision of a champion of the game Operation, I lowered Gonilna onto the girth of my cosmic cock and combo-timed her violation.

“OhFuckOhgodsfuckyesyesyesohmyArthor’ssackandIshla’stitsthisisamazing.” You hear Gonilna say as you prepare to finish.

“Sweetheart. Yes, you dear. Come here for a moment.” I said to the Holstaur. Without the spellwave vision like I had, the girl had no way of knowing that her bond had been transferred from Rolnin to myself. She was therefore slightly confused when she felt the NEED to obey me. “I know that this has been a scary and confusing day, but everything is going to be alright from now on.” With that, I slid one of my light tentacles between the cow-girl’s legs and released my loads. Gonilna’s womb filled with the highest charge of primordial energies her womb could handle, and the remaining energies being expended into the cow-girl in the form of fuel for my emanations.

Despite the fact that she was technically carrying my children inside her womb, I unceremoniously dropped the elf woman and took the confused holstaur in my arms. “Its alright, just relax.”

“MOOOOOOOOOOOaster!” The cowgirl said as the motes of light spilled out from between her legs and evaporated in a display of faerie lights which brought genuine wonder to the **** girl’s face. The holstaur clung to me as the pair of us looked down at the elf woman lying in a puddle of fluids in a post-coital fugue. “What are you going to do with her?” The cow-girl asked.

“Keep her somewhere where she can deliver my babies in safety.” I said before I opened a portal and sent Gonilna plummeting into the inky void.

In the space between spaces, Gonilna was scanned, pattern and core. In the same moment that she came to within the confines of my domain psuedo-Gonilna appeared before me and kowtowed. “Master.” Was the only thing she said.

I turned and found a mirror. “Rolnin. Come over here.” The emanation came over to my side. The two of us looked in the mirror as I focused. I took the scan of Rolnin’s core stored within me and focused on imposing a simulacra of it over my true form. One moment there was a Rolnin and a nephilim moments later there were two Rolnin’s “Perfect.” I said. “I am sure that I will have need of you in the future, but for now…” The male pseudo-elf emanation disappeared. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a pretty faced elven aristocrat looking back at me. “I am Rolnin Taal-Canadshu.”