Taste of What’s to Come
The world is suspended in a battle of existence. The Goddess of Darkness, Exa, sends her essence into the world to corrupt and transform the realm into a weapon to destroy it. Meanwhile, her ex-lover, Lyiosa, commands the light. In order to give mortals a fighting chance against the darkness, she has used her light to create a governing and powerful law to the world known as Levels. The higher your level, the stronger you are. But be weary, for even in light there is still some darkness…
The Rebirth Ritual is a powerful one, reserved only for those who know they wish to dedicate their lives to fighting darkness. Ever since she saw a group of warriors returning from a dungeon dive, Penelope knew that she wanted to be one of them. They went by many names, Lyiosa’s Chosen, Adventurers, and even simply Level Bearers. They were known for what they had become and what they sacrificed.
To be reborn and granted access to Levels, you must submit yourself to one of the Level Churches. There, you meet with a priestess who commits you to the ritual.
Penelope was nervous as she was stripped of her clothing by gentle yet trained hands. The tall woman in her tight-fitting habit spoke very little and softly and undid Penelope’s attire with factory memorization. Her thumb and index finger clasped the clip of her bra and undid it without a moment of hesitation. Penelope cupped her breasts, catching the cups of her bra before they descended.
Her wrist was grasped gently by the priestess. “You needn’t show any shame. You are beautiful, and where we are headed it won’t help you.”
Penelope gave a nervous smile back. “I suppose you’re right… Still, I can’t help but be anxious.” She looked at her reflection in the stained glass, her vision anything but rose tinted. Her short brunette hair captured no attentions and made her look like a farm boy even though she brushed it frequently and let it grow past her shoulders down her back. Critically, she pinched her hip and let her hands follow the slightest of bends across her waist. And then she looked to the priestess again. “It must be simpler for you to have no shame… if you don’t mind me saying. You’re so… so beautiful.”
Daylight shone across the priestess, and she gave a small giggle. Her proportions were much more dramatic. Tall, hourglass shaped, and her chest was extreme and looked like it wished it could burst right through the dark dress that clung to her so tightly. “You’ll miss these days,” was all she said.
Together they walked further from the sunlight towards a room in the back past the altar. A single door opened to a room that recessed lower down into the ground. Candles surrounded the center across several small steps like a reverse pyramid. They all lit as the pair entered. Tranquil blue light came down from a crystal hanging from the ceiling, slowly dripping a strange liquid into a coffin shaped well.
Across the wall was a gorgeous tapestry depicting The Goddess Lyiosia. She was beautiful, blonde, starry blue and purple eyes. Her figure filled her side-cut dress that showed her arms and her chest in all their splendor. At her bosom, she cradled a blue crystal and smiled at it splendidly.
“This is it then…” Penelope dropped her arms from her chest. Her body was bumpy from the chill in the room. The priestess’s guiding hands were warm.
She gently guided Penelope to lie in the water. It flowed serenely around Penelope and enveloped her. “Lower your head beneath the water and simply breathe it in. The water is special and will grant you the breath you need. And you will then become one of us.”
Penelope did as she was told. She closed her eyes and gently laid her head into the water. Her hair flowed across it like a discarded dress. She opened her mouth and felt the water flow into her.
It was painless and beautiful. A warm sensation rolled through her as if a serenity she knew once before had returned to her again now that she could understand it even further, like re-reading a book once you’ve learned more of the language. But not all of it. There was still a place, a part where she could not parse. A grand confusion washed over her, a question that wouldn’t part.
Who was she?
She opened her eyes and saw a vast void. On all sides there was nothing but the water. She stood up, as naked as she was when she first entered the water before. There was no weight to her step, simply her will to walk and the world’s accordance. Waves were left in her wake that moved around and spread droplets and rings.
Before she could walk for too long, a light was developed before her.
“Hello, Penelope.”
“H-hi?” Penelope tried to look at the light before her but could see nothing around it or inside it. It was the light itself that spoke. “Are you… the goddess?”
“If that comforts you, you may think of me that way. I am here to guide you. You have been welcomed and will now begin your journey. Do you embrace this duty with all your heart?”
“Of course!” Penelope nodded her head firmly. “It is the one thing I am most certain of!”
“Then let us look at your possible destinies.”
Suddenly, the water began to shimmer and grow in motion. The waves rose and battled with one another before several mannequins emerged from the water below, entirely unwet and unphased by the transition. These floated just above the water the same way Penelope stepped towards them. Each mannequin was dressed in dramatically different armors and dresses, and each was equipped with a different item or focus nearby.
“These are possible futures for you, ways in which you may fight for the light. We call them Classes.”
“Classes…” Penelope was overwhelmed. “There are so many of them. I always thought I’d just be a knight of some kind—a warrior. But there are so many of them as well.”
“I understand. Many struggle to choose. And once you pick a class it is difficult to change it. Whilst there are systems in the world to be paired with a mentor to help you, that doesn’t help you pick one right now.”
“Can’t I go back and choose later?”
“I am afraid not. You have already been changed. And someone with levels without a class…” The light prodded Penelope.
Suddenly she was shaking. The sclera of her eyes turned black. She fell to all fours and began to feel a roar well up unnaturally inside her lungs. Her hands turned to claws. She felt something heavy and thick and filled with something plop between her legs and make her hind legs push down. Just low enough for something else to push out of her sheath and rub the floor—
And then it was over and the example ended. “Those without a class are doomed to become a monster.”
“I… I understand…” Penelope gasped. She had seen monsters before but… Were some of them really people without classes? “Then what can I do to decide?”
“What we do offer a similar magic we used just now to show you as a classless. We can bring the mannequins to life as embodiments of what you will become if you accept the class. These are powerful examples, often quite close to reality with room for slight differences. Unfortunately, once you choose a class you will not be able to remember this foresight. Do you understand?”
“I do!” Penelope smiled. “That sounds great! Then show me this one!” Penelope rushed over to the mannequin holding an axe and wearing lightweight leather armor, only a single pauldron on a shoulder. “I want to see this future.”
The light heeded her call and flowed into the armor. Suddenly, the mannequin began to move. It produced skin and surface. Muscle fell into place like it was patiently weaved. And the Warrior stood.
The Warrior was tall, much taller than Penelope. She let her hair grow long, which seemed to wave more wildly than it did before. Scars slashed across her face and decorated her fierce wild eyes with signs of battle. Even more decorated was her body below.
Her leather armor squeezed tightly around her breasts which showed mountains of cleavage. Her abs were pronounced and powerful looking, almost feeling mismatched on her hourglass shape with her wide hips. Her arms were strong, rippling with muscles, giving her the appearance she could rip someone in half. She lifted an axe almost as large as she was with one hand and held it over her shoulder.
There was but one detail that took Penelope a second to notice as she scanned her Warrior-self. “Wow… this is amazing! My hair looks so good like that! And I look really really strong! And I look—”
A cock slapped down across Penelope’s face. Penelope looked up and saw the taller, stronger version of herself giving a lustful glare, licking her lips and showing her fangs.
“I really did used to sound cute. This is me when I was twenty, right?”
“R-right…” Penelope gulped. “When did we… grow…?”
“It all blurs. Trust me though, you’ll love it~” Warrior rubbed her cock in against Penelope’s face. Penelope felt the heady scent rush through her, almost like it was invading her mind. It became incredibly difficult to think and control herself. All her free will vanished quickly, as if lured in by the smell of good food but somehow so much stronger.
The Warrior put a hand on Penelope’s head. It was a gentle touch, but it communicated so much to Penelope. She could envision how little will it would take for The Warrior to push her to the ground, and in equal measures felt how much pleasure that domineering hand could grant her.
“Umm… s-so what’s it like?” Penelope gulped. “Being so… big and strong?”
“Can you talk and eat at the same time?” The gruffer version of herself asked.
“I suppose I can—glhrkkk?!”
Suddenly she was being pulled by her hair around the length. Penelope’s eyes watered as she neared the base of the thick cock. She put her hands against The Warrior’s hips and held herself there before she had to go back for air. She emerged at the tip and gasped and lightly coughed. The cock shimmered, covered in spit. She was pulled back on to it. Her eyes narrowed and nostrils flared, taking in more of that musk as she was made to go back and forth.
“Well, where to start?” The Warrior smirked. “We are strong. Very strong. We rip monsters apart with our bare hands. As we gain levels our body grows. Muscles form faster and the efforts of our training always grant double our efforts. At some point we stopped even feeling like we were human and more like we were a kind of god. We craved better battles against bigger monsters, so we naturally left the village. We went to more dangerous places. We wanted to help people, of course! But—”
Thrppppkpt! Penelope was rammed down to the base of the cock and made to stay there. “What was more important, was our pleasure~ Feeling how strong we are. How fiercely we can fight.” Power surged through The Warrior. Her muscles seemed to tense. Sigils of power formed across her skin, glowing. Her clothing began to burn by a strange fire, shimmering away from her as she committed to the power.
Claws sprouted from her hands and feet, and a furry tail pushed out from her. Her eyes glowed and her cock grew in Penelope’s mouth. Penelope gasped and drew her head back as she looked at the cock she had been sucking, now red as candy and knotted. The Warrior pulled her right back on to it and began to thrust.
“Eventually we grew so strong that it was hard to find good fights!” The Warrior huffed, grinding her teeth as flames flowed around her like clouds circling a tower. “So, we really had to start looking for the really, really dangerous monsters. Dragons tall as castles, demons filled with so much darkness that could grind villages in their teeth to sand and even fallen heroes who gave in to darkness. Those… those were by far the best fights. I still remember her… and how fiercely she fought back~ How hard she could hit~ And how much we FUCKED each other’s brains out~!”
The Warrior thrusted quicker and began to pant. “We didn’t even care anymore. We fought until we were so horny we fucked and then fought again. We kissed and moaned and hoped the fight would never end and if anyone from either interfered, we’d fight them too together until they left us alone! A shame we had to end eventually, and a draw too. She almost convinced me to join her, but darkness wouldn’t make me stronger or save the people I’m protecting. But what I’d give… to feel her… one more… HRGH!”
Penelope swallowed heavily. The knot made it hard, but she eventually pulled her mouth away, gasping desperately for air and watching the excess spill from the corners of her mouth. “We… we had sex with someone from the darkness? But isn’t that forbidden?”
The void surrounded them. Darkness, save for the light coming from the red sigils of power across The Warrior’s skin and the glowing LV. 99 tattoo on the Warrior’s hip. She said, “Who’s going to stop us?”
And then she was gone.
Penelope laid in the seed, watching it slowly vanish around her. The light she had spoken with before returned. It seemed to wait until Penelope would speak first, letting her gather her thoughts and prepare.
“That was… certainly interesting.” Penelope rose back to her feet. “Why was she so… lascivious?”
“Levels are a great boon and make you more powerful,” The light replied. “But power is unnatural, at least to humans. You are simply not meant to be so strong. Those with high levels are essentially demi-gods, walking among mortals. Their motives and sources of pleasure and understanding of the world are entirely different. Their bodies are made differently, and their powers belittle the obstacles of their past and make their motives strange. Most max levels are strange people to meet. At least, that is what I understand.”
“I see…” Penelope sighed. “Well, that was just one of them. Surely the others are a touch bit more sane.” She went to touch the next one.
This mannequin was garbed in dark dress and had a wide hat. The light entered it and immediately gave it shape. The mannequin began to fill as if a great amount of water was flowing through and it was not made of wood but instead an adjusting material like a wineskin.
It flowed and flowed and filled to bursting and audibly gurgled. The surface turned black as night and began to undulate unnaturally. Penelope watched, growing nearer in curiosity. It snatched forward and wrapped around her. She squealed but was quickly muffled by something. The black shape lunged into the air.
Moonlight shone on them, the crescent tall and proud behind them like a stage background. The black unfurled around a tall womanly figure. She was pale as a candle and wore a very form fitting dress that showed much of her chest in a deep V cut. Her dark hair flowed around her like a second skirt, at times blending with the silhouette of her skirt. Penelope was nestled between her large breasts; her little yell having been muffled by them. She took in the scent of spices and potions, of something warm and seductive, and immediately Penelope was overtaken by a serene calm that was so deep it might as well have been hypnosis.
To be max level is to be, essentially, non-human, Penelope thought in her hazy state. Even being close to one…
“Hello, darling~” The mannequin smiled. “I’m so glad you picked me next. That warrior is quite drab and ever so barbaric. Did you even get a turn with her, hmm?”
“A… turn…?” Penelope felt drunk. This woman’s chest emitted a warmth that made it impossible for her to think. If she tried to stand up, she’d simply trip back down right into the same chest she just escaped from. “What are you…?”
“I’m you as a Witch~” The Witch replied. “You must admit, we look quite fetching this way, don’t we?” She moved a dark bang from her purple eyes.
“Why… are our boobs so big?”
The Witch gave a hearty laugh in reply. “Oh darling~ Well, at least you asked a simple question. That is because we wanted them bigger. We heard the bigger your boobs the more mana in them. It’s hard to say if that’s right but we weren’t about to chance!”
She puckered her light purple lips and kissed her former self on the cheek. The kiss almost made Penelope… She shook her head gently. The Witch went on, “We remember it well. How our hair grew longer, we always wanted to look more womanly. Then it started to darker in strands. Our magic grew stronger and soon a few of our friends became afraid of us. We grabbed gryphons from the sky with magical hands and sent balls of fire high into the sky as bright as the sun to locate bandits trying to hide~ We’d ride over on our floating shoes and wipe all their memories of why they were even attacking our village in the first place. No longer a threat, we let the farmers hire them and give them an honest life~ But of course, these spells and actions we performed made us a tiny bit of a pariah~ So, we had noooo choice~”
She squeezed the smaller version of herself like a teddy bear tightly against her chest. “We left and made our own little settlement. A manor made of magic and recruited students. Convinced them to become leveled and taught them magic. And they all learned so fast and were soooo cute~ Our school became respected and feared. Especially as the magic we found…”
Tendrils emerged from her dress, passing through the black material as if it were but the inky depths. “Became ever so esoteric~”
Penelope gasped as the tendrils wrapped around her body. Her legs were spread and the curious appendages pushed against her. “I… I wouldn’t use magic t hurt people!” Penlope protested. “Or anything too sinister! Isn’t this… the same kind of spells darkness would use?”
“Darkness can be controlled even by us of the light,” The Witch cackled. “Isn’t that the beauty of magic?” The witch’s cock was revealed as well from the dark. It was vaguely human in shape but was a bright purple in color. The Witch licked her lips and slowly used her tendrils to lower Penelope on to it.
It was tight at first, but as Penelope relaxed it became even easier to lower her down on to it. She gasped and cooed, riding up and down, finding her body naturally wanted to flow through the pleasure. The warmth of the cock pushing inside her almost felt like a summation of what this journey would be. She was filled with a feeling of power, of control, of so much more. Her eyes glinted purple for a second before she noticed something just a bit away.
She pointed to it. “T-that! That’s the sort of magic I would cast!”
The Witch looked over and then back to Penelope. “That? But that is only—”
Penelope seemingly willed it happen. Light flowed through the mannequin. It cracked as if like an eggshell. And then it burst, a great beam of pure light flowed from it. Another woman, just as tall as all the other Penelopes before her, emerged.
Her hair flowed around her, clearly long enough to reach her feet. It was all as blonde as the mural of the goddess. Her eyes were deeply blue, the whites of them complexly blue. Her irises were replaced by glowing blue circles. Her skin was statue pale, decorated with gold tracing her joints and right below her cheeks. She wore a flowing white dress that failed to hide her shapely hips or her thighs squished too tightly into holy decorated leggings. She floated over to the pair and gave a smile. A sun appeared behind her, conflicting with the moon.
“Hello~ I wasn’t expecting to see two of me!”
“You’re a healer… right?” Penelope asked. The Witch rolled her eyes.
“I am!” She smiled. “Call me The Seraph. There are many ways to heal, though our path uses the least magic you might say. We instead practice the teachings of the goddess and seek to emulate her in all ways.”
“Ah, yes,” The Witch gave a condescending grin. “Mommy Lyiosa. And her rules.”
“Her guidance,” The Seraph replied, not blinking from her great big smile. “Don’t corrupt little us! She’s only twenty and might make a mistake like getting a nose ring!”
“I really wouldn’t…”
The Witch wrapped her tendrils tighter around the girl she was already deep inside of. “She doesn’t need advice from someone so joyfully joyless. Your goddess probably doesn’t even let you pleasure yourself.”
As if only to prove her wrong, The Seraph lifted the long hanging loin cloth between her legs and revealed a simple golden ball fastened around her. When she removed it a massive horse cock white as marbled and covered in golden sigils erupted from her. It suddenly glowed with fierce light, and a halo began to emerge above the Seraph’s head that seemed to glow and grow more intricate the more excited she was.
The Witch just stared at the girthy thing and then back up at the smile on The Seraph’s face, now seductive and playful. “Even in light, there is darkness~ This is one of her teachings~”
Penelope was repositioned, hoisted by a golden light that grabbed her and pulled her on to the Seraph who happily grabbed her. “Shhh, you’ve been corrupted. Drink of me…” She gently guided Penelope to one of her breasts, now exposed as a flap was lifted and a sticky little golden seal removed. Penelope found her mouth around the nipple with little delay.
Milk flowed into her mouth and made her feel… refreshed. All her exhaustion from meeting The Warrior and being teased by The Witch vanished. But as she drank more and more another feeling came. Her own chest began to grow, pushing bigger and bigger and eventually pushing her a little further way from the Seraph who quickly wrapped her arms around Penelope to keep her tight and close.
It was The Witch’s tendril that pulled Penelope from the nipple and into a dark and terrible kiss. The Witch’s tongue grew barbed and dark, glowing purple and red nearer the tip. It wrapped around her other’s tongue and plunged down her throat. It filled her with power and a sensation that she could do anything she wanted. Her hands and feet began to turn dark. The little halo forming above her head began to twist and drip back down on to her head with purple wax.
The Seraph, not wanting to lose Penelope but unable to have her milk enter Penelope with her mouth so busy, resorted to a desperate method to share bodily fluid. She pushed that holy horse cock inside of Penelope with great haste. Spotting the risk, The Witch returned the favor, pushing in to Penelope’s pucker.
They slid back and forth, sawing across Penelope and enveloping her in their differing worlds. One Max Level was already too much, but two battling over her was overwhelming! Penelope could see there was no way to escape it… and in a different world where she tried to be both… Wax of a melted halo covered her eyes… her demon tail swayed behind her… And…
“S-stop!” She held out her hands and immediately all of it vanished. She was sat back in the water in the void.
The light appeared a moment later. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine I just…” She sighed. She stood up and walked in a direction. “I need a moment to think.”
It seemed no matter what path she chose there were variables that would not shake. She would become tall and strange. Power would be granted to her that would alienate her from her friends. She’d no longer be the girl who smiled at festivals and play fought with the boys. Her needs would grow until she was fucking her rival into a crater, or learning forbidden magic, or becoming so devoted to the goddess she may as well become the spitting image of her.
All paths lead to Penlope not knowing who she was.
Every mannequin was another delusion that could become reality unchallenged. Madness made manifest with glee.
She picked one arbitrarily and weakly leaned her head down. “One more.”
Nothing happened.
Maybe The Light couldn’t hear her since she had walked so far away. “Hello?” Penelope began to walk back towards where she had walked from. “I had one more…”
“She heard you.”
Penelope turned and saw the mannequin had come to life. And it looked just like her. “Hey,” She smiled. “Hard day?”
Penelope felt her shoulders go limp and the boulder on top of her head slid off to the side. “I didn’t think it’d be this hard to choose. All of them seem…”
“Close to what you wanted to do, but messed up?”
“Right!” Penelope widened her eyes. “The Warrior is just as likely to end up in bed with what she fights, The Witch has let horrible things into her, and The Seraph heals by having people breast feed from her?!”
“She has healing magic too, to be fair,” The Class replied. “She just didn’t have a clear stage to give her case. She was feeling competitive and they were both sort of motherly classes.”
“And what class are you?” Penelope asked.
“I’d rather not share just yet since you picked me at random,” The Class gave a snide smile. “Fair?”
“I suppose that is fair…” Penelope sighed. “Sorry, I didn’t know you would take it personally.”
“I didn’t, I just know you’re probably not going to pick me,” The Class replied, putting her hands behind her head. She looked literally exactly the same as Penelope, right down to the same height and just as naked.
“What do we do… as what you are?”
“A little magic, a little dexterity. A little bit of everything, honestly!” She smiled and waved her arms around as if to represent everything. “We climb, we throw knives, we track down monsters, we save people. We use magics to find secrets.”
“And is this what we look like?”
“This is what we look like!” She held her arms out wide.
Penelope looked closer, getting tired of all these classes and their weird bodies. “And can you… do anything weird with your body?”
“I can grow things,” She replied. “Using my magic.” But they’re not real and physical. They’re like… okay. Do you know anything about spectoria?”
Penelope shakes her head.
“There is a kind of energy, the same stuff that ghosts are made of, that can be manipulated. The energy is unique because it is as physical as you want it to be. So, at first… it doesn’t seem like it’s there… But then…~” She snapped her finger and a cock appeared on her frame. It was a faint green, lighter and lighter as it neared her crotch. “It is as solid as you want it.”
Penelope narrowed her brow. “Does ever version of me grow a cock?”
“You figure some stuff out around level 30. Most people do. You can say no to this… but would you like to feel what it’s like?”
“What it’s…?” Penelope looked down at it and then back at her other self’s smile. “To have one?”
“A cock between your legs. I can lend you this one. And if you don’t want it anymore, just snap your fingers and it’ll vanish.”
Penelope thought about it for a bit… About all those times her other selves just waved it around and used her. “Fine. But only if it is as you say it is.”
“Of course it is. Everything is as we want it,” She snapped her fingers. A green energy glowed through Penelope, swirling at her crotch. The head poked out, a minty pale green, and then the shaft growing greener and darker until right before her pretty loins there was nothing.
Penelope snapped her fingers and the cock vanished. She snapped them again and it returned. While vanished she could run her hands through the empty space, swat and sway and not feel it, but as soon as she snapped it back, she could wave it around and play with it.
And squeeze.
Instant pleasure shocked through her system. Her other self cautioned her, “That’s still a max level spell, so be careful. It’s going to hit you really hard.”
“Mmmph… Being max level… it must feel amazing.”
“You’d be surprised. It feels amazing, but by the time you are max level amazing things are just good, and good is just okay, and okay is unacceptable. It’s why most max levels end up living in extreme circumstances. Be it arenas where you are fed worthy opponents, or convents where you summon eldritch beasts and corrupt your students, or orgies disguised as churches where they all jerk off to how much they look like their goddess,” Penelope looked back. “They become so wise it twists back around to naïve all over again, as if they are unaware of how grotesque they’ve become.”
All of them made sense to her. Penelope sighed… and kept stroking her ghostly cock.
Her other self came nearer and grinned. “Would you like to see what it feels like? The least your others can do is pay you back.”
“H-how would that work?” Penelope blushed and looked away.
“Simple… Summon the first one again.”
Penlope walked with her other self across the path and found the one she was speaking of. They pointed at The Warrior and saw her other self point at the same time.
The mannequin came to life same way, The Warrior returning in her more wolf like form already. And then she bent over and presented herself. “Forgive me… for being so rude to you~”
Penelope blinked and looked at her other. “Did your powers do this?”
“She has no choice but to obey,” The other smiled. “I mean, we just summoned her, right? They always had to listen to what you say, even if they were a bit pushy.”
It made sense. Penlope knew there was more to it… but these were interesting powers. If these were powers, were they better than the witch’s? Penelope wasn’t sure why, but at some point all of this just started to feel like a dream she hadn’t been exploiting enough. Her innocence seemed to wane as soon as she pushed the tip of her cock into the submitting, bigger, stronger herself.
Plush and warm… somehow so tight… Penelope gasped at how good it felt. Her thoughts dove down to her loins and vanished behind the gale. Her hips moved on their own, meeting the bigger stronger rear of the woman beneath her who bent over desperately like a mutt in heat. Penelope pushed her hands on her hips and began humping quicker and quicker. It was her first scrape with so much lust flowing through her and there was no quick way down when you jumped so freely.
The only end was the ground. She hit hard inside and hilted. Seed poured from her, her last little thrusts desperate to empty. She pulled her cock out and looked at the glowing green seed she left inside.
“Woah…” Penelope gulped, running her tongue over the dry roof of her mouth. “That felt amazing… And that’s how they were feeling when they were… doing that to me?”
“You felt their max level cocks push in to you, but all of your pleasure centers are down here, only able to process so much. But I figured the least I can do is show you what they were feeling and how much more they could feel. After all, you’re stuck here now that you’ve decided to become a Level Bearer. There’s no way back from here, so it is wise to embrace the fact that you will feel these pleasures. Pleasures so great… you can only choose how they will ruin you, and nothing more. We keep what we decide and lose the rest.”
“Mmmph…” It was the worst time to lecture Penelope as drool strayed down her chin, but she could tell this class meant her well. There was honesty to her voice and more patience to educate. She let Penelope stand there in the afterglow even as The Warrior returned to her mannequin form.
“I want… to feel it again…”
And so, she did.
The Witch’s tits felt lovely wrapped around her ghost cock. Her other self showed Penelope how to make it even bigger by squeezing her hands and slowly opening them, the green bulge sprouting wider and longer in tandem with her two hands’ motion. Once proportionately sized for The Witch’s breasts but not necessarily Penelope, she rammed them between, forcing her to suckle the crown in deep appreciation.
“I was so cute when it all began~” The Witch cooed. Penelope didn’t give her many more chances to share those thoughts. The highlight was watching the glowing seed she spilled overflow her cleavage like a lake and spilled across her stomach and made her dress sheen like latex.
And then The Seraph. Penelope bent her over and went straight for her pucker. She pulled out the golden plug keeping it sealed and tossed it to the side and rammed right inside. “Mmmph! W-we’re supposed to never… t-touch there!” The Seraph replied. Her halo began to whimper and waver like a distorted sound wave.
Every thrust made her halo pulse with darker colors. Penlope was shocked how little she was fighting it, lost in pleasure and gripped tight by her need. She could at least understand how all these other versions of herself got so lost in power. After all, in less than an hour she was acting no better than them. She squeezed her hands against the Seraph’s hind and rammed deeply inside.
Penelope came fiercely inside. The Seraph’s special ability <Share The Pleasure> took some of Penelope’s pleasure and brought it over to herself as well as Penelope’s other class. The other Penelope’s body moaned without opening its mouth, but Penelope didn’t see.
She lined up all three of the classes and had them kiss her cock and suckle at it, lick the balls she summoned next, and then take turns sucking the entire thing clean. She was awash in the pleasure she felt, swimming in how great it was.
And then, as she laid on her back, her cock still stiff, she knew was she wanted. She rose up and pointed at her other self.
“You.”
“Me?”
“There’s something wrong with you,” Penelope said. “All of these are the wrong path. All of them are selfish and terrible.”
“Yes, but—”
Penelope held her finger up in a whisper. “But you… You seem… interesting… like your heart is in the right place. Like you still remember what it’s like to be me. I don’t know what you are or what you’ve done. I know I’m supposed to forget this place when I leave, but that still makes you a surprise right now in the moment. So, I don’t want to hesitate anymore. I could spend years floating here. A lifetime preparing for my lifetime. Instead, I embrace this mistake.”
The other her… smiled and almost seemed teary eyed. She walked over, summoned her own cock… and they kissed.
The kiss was tender and deep, their tongues meeting, their hands gripping each other’s lengths. They pushed together and pleasure flowed through them in equal measures. On her other self’s shoulder, a glowing LV. 99 tattoo formed. On Penelope’s opposite shoulder, slowly forming in like fire biting through a wall, LV. 1 appeared.
And above her other self, for just a moment as Penelope developed her class and gained her first ability <Specter Sense>…
She saw a massive fox woman with three eyes, a shapely form, long flowing tails, and her hand outstretched puppeteering the body below. Other Penelope smiled as she came and put a finger on Penelope’s chin. “This body never changed. But my soul did.” The Phantom smiled.
…
Penelope gasped and coughed out the clear blue water. She looked around frantically, looking for something but not at all recalling what it was that she was looking for. The air was still in the room and all, but the last candle had burned out. Penelope stood from the water feeling… strange.
There was a lag in her movements. A strange feeling like rice flowing through a bag of static filled her limbs. But whenever she focused on them long enough the feeling went away. She shook off the initial strangeness and emerged from the water.
“Did it work…?” She pondered. Instinctively, she put her hand on her shoulder. Her tattoo emerged. LV.1
“But… what did I pick?” Penelope blinked. But just outside… she heard something.
She hurried outside and saw goblins emerging into her town, striking at the villagers and throwing flaming spears at the homes. Penelope’s heart dropped. She was still naked, unarmed, and unsure what she could do.
A goblin snarled from out of nowhere and lunged for her. Penelope held out her hand as if just one hand could stop it.
And it did.
A green thread wrapped around the goblin’s neck. The beast went limp and ceased its movement. Penelope could feel it. The grass beneath its feet was cool. The cold night air briskly teased the tips of its ears. Its acute hearing told her where the others were and what they were fighting. Penelope could hear through the goblin, through that little glowing green thread, the sound of her friends in trouble. She waved her fingers and made the goblin pick its spear back up.
“I’ll… I’ll save them with this power…” Penelope said firmly. “No matter what. I will always protect them.”