The Will of Painal

You woke to discover you were naked, except for your clamps, and hearing moans of pleasure. You looked and saw Count Tourmaline... Countess Tourmaline? Your escort was getting railed by a Satyr and... had tits? They, they were too big to have been hidden by the Elven Noble's clothes. The Satyr scopped Tourmaline's legs up and held the Elf aloft while fucking her arse. Between her legs was a cock. No... it was too tiny. But it was. A little dicklet that flopped uselessly.

And as the Satyr bleated and bloated Tourmaline's guts with more goo, you saw the dicklet shrink further and... become a pussy.

"It is your turn, Duchess Pinky," a voice rumbled. You turned to find the source, seeing many more Satyrs tirelessly fucking and degrading the human women villagers and the female Elves of Tourmaline's Guard. The Captain was rimming the arse of one Satyr who was wider than he was tall! "Hopefully you will be a more satisfying cocksleeve than... Tourmalina over there."

A ten foot tall Satyr sneered down at you. He was a huge glutton, with a belly that shook when he moved. His enormous cock was beyond anything you'd ever seen. His skin was tanned from years under the sun, his fur thick, with curls in a chaotic mess.

You whined in pain as your clit and teats swole up and met the resistant oppression of cruel clamps. Painal, for who else could the Satyr be, laughed at your discomfort and waved a hand. The clamps disappeared, but the pain doubled as blood rushed to swell the affected areas more.

"Oh I feel we will enjoy our night together." Painal said. "Or at least, I will. Which is what is important."

You might have been on your way to be bestowed an Elvish title, but you were still Half-Human. And that Human side had many years of Human culture to guide you.

"Mwaah, kiss, please be kind to me, Great God Painal!" You begged on hands and knees while kissing his hooves. It was a move long practised by Human women during festivals and visits to shrines dedicated to Painal. As women were low creatures to be controlled, it was part of the worship of Painal for women to kiss the feet of their men.

While the old faiths were in decline, you were old enough to remember them. Old enough to have attended them. Old enough to be well-versed in the Wisdoms of Painal.

Painal pulled his hoof back and brought it down hard on your head, pressing your face down hard into the wood floor. You were glad it wasn't a stone floor. That time broke your nose. You wait patiently until Painal removes his hoof, and then lick his other hoof, until he repeats what he did. The second stamp does lead to your nose cracking against the floor, but as a Half-Elf, you heal quickly enough.

He then turned to show his arse to you. His goat tail lifted to reveal his arsehole and you, being a well-trained tavern whore, happily give him the desired rimjob. The fluid grace of the Elves, and the rigid strength and determination of Man combine with your decades of experience to make you one of the best rimsluts. Painal bleats and scuffs the floor as you deliver the best display of arse worship he's experienced in centuries.

All around you, the women are fucked. Human and Elf are equal in their inferiority, and the Satyrs are happy to educate the stupid women in the true hierarchy of power.

Close to the door, you saw the Captain of the Guard and the Seamstress. But while before the duo were united in degrading you, instead the Seamstress is ruthlessly pushing the Captain's head up and down a Satyr's long shaft. Her face was covered in cum too.

Countess Tourmalina, barely conscious, was pounced on by some of the smallest, youngest Satyrs. They brayed and mocked the formerly male Elf, while Painal's seed poured out of her gaping holes with each thrust from the young adult Satyrs. The Elf Noble was getting ****-fed all the 'meat' she had refused back when she was Tourmaline.

You could feel Painal's arsehole twitch, he was about to cum. And rather than spray his seed on the floor, he wanted you to receive it. Grabbed your hair, pulled you in front of him, he spat in your face before shoving his ridiculously huge cock down your throat and let out the loudest bray you'd ever heard as he flooded your stomach with his potent God jizz. Your belly bloated and expanded to hold his seed. It was thick, ropey, pungent, and had nowhere else to go as Painal pinched your nose shut.

The divine seed throbs with power, expanding not just your belly, but you. Mana, magic, grows inside of you. While you had learned a few Healing Spells with your Elven heritage, suddenly you have far greater reserves of power than ever before, and the knowledge to use it!

Along with the knowledge... 'Bend over the desk Pinky and read.' Your teacher, a rather portly Satyr instructed you. You read the movements and intonation for the Spell, your teacher spanked your fat arse while fucking you from behind.... you had years of magical education in your head, with plenty of sexual degradation heaped on top.

"Be honoured, sow." Painal grunted later as he used your tits to jerk off, his heavy balls slapped your face with each thrust. "It is rare that I tolerate an educated cunt. But with the Humans abandoning my wisdom, I require new worshippers. You are... acceptably sturdy enough to taste my might and spread my wisdom to the Elves." He pulled away and spread your arsecheeks.

"It is the will of Painal! The will of Painal!" You howled as you were impaled on more cock than an ordinary mortal could ever handle. Your thighs thickened, arse and tits fattened, teats and clit thickened, and lips and pussy plumped up. Your already sinfully slutty body was blessed, transformed into a whorish vessel built to withstand truly monstrous and divine dicking.

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