Back away

You attempt to put distance between yourself and the manifestations, focusing intently on their eerily beautiful faces rather than watching where you're stepping. Their shimmering bodies captivate your attention as you slowly back away, trying to maintain the fragile gap between you and them.

"Such ****," one manifestation murmurs, its voice like crystal chimes. "Yet your body calls to us."

Distracted by their hypnotic presence, your heel catches on the edge of a hidden depression in the floor. You stumble backward with a startled cry, arms windmilling helplessly. Your enhanced body, top-heavy from your transformed breasts, throws you further off balance.

You crash to the ground, landing hard on your back. The impact knocks the wind from your lungs, leaving you momentarily stunned. Before you can recover, the manifestations are upon you, surrounding your prone form with predatory grace.

"The vessel wishes to play," says the tallest manifestation, kneeling between your splayed legs. Its semi-translucent phallus pulses with inner light, growing larger as it responds to your proximity.

"No... I don't..." you protest weakly, but your transformed body betrays you once again. Your nipples harden, milk beading at the tips. Between your legs, you grow slick with arousal, your enhanced labia swelling visibly.

"Your lips say no, but your body speaks another language entirely," says a second manifestation as it positions itself above your head. It strokes your cheek with cool fingers that leave trails of tingling warmth.

The remaining two manifestations kneel on either side of you, each taking hold of one of your wrists and pinning them gently but firmly to the ground. Their touch sends waves of unwanted pleasure up your arms, making resistance increasingly difficult.

"Please," you whimper, no longer certain what you're asking for.

The manifestation between your legs spreads your thighs wider with strong hands. It lowers its face to your sex, inhaling deeply. "She ripens beautifully," it announces. "The Bath has done its work well."

Without warning, it extends a long, prehensile tongue that glows with the same pearlescent light as its body. The tongue slithers between your folds, tasting your arousal. Where it touches, your flesh responds with overwhelming sensitivity.

"Oh god!" you cry out, your back arching involuntarily.

The manifestation above your head takes advantage of your open mouth, sliding two fingers between your lips. They taste sweet, like honeyed milk, and your tongue responds instinctively, lapping at them.

"See how eagerly she suckles," it comments. "A natural."

The manifestation between your legs continues its **** on your senses, its magical tongue finding places within you that no human tongue could reach. It stimulates your enhanced clitoris with expertise that suggests ancient knowledge of female pleasure.

Your hips buck against its face, your body surrendering even as your mind struggles to maintain control. The manifestations holding your wrists begin to massage your breasts, their touch drawing forth streams of milk that run down your sides to pool on the stone floor.

"The chalice awaits," reminds the temple's voice, cutting through your haze of unwanted pleasure. "Submit fully, and the way forward will open."

The manifestation between your legs withdraws its tongue, positioning its enormous phallus at your entrance. "Receive us, vessel," it commands, its voice resonating with power that vibrates through your core.