instantly
she felt pressure all around her body and she was dragged down a hot corridor
of flesh and blood. Burning, wriggling tendrils began to reach out from the
walls, their rounded heads glowing with celestial light. They caressed her arms
and legs, burning away her flesh with their acidic touch. One curled around her
ankle, she gave it a light tug and managed to break away, continuing her slow,
forced descent into Zelda’s intestines, her ankle now branded with a bloody
ring.
She was in an almost trancelike state. The tight walls around her
pushing her deeper like a large snake forcefully swallowing its prey.
She didn’t notice when her descent stopped.
Her toeless feet, like fleshy stumps, had been sucked into the
fleshy walls of Zelda’s small intestine. Villi began to slide out around where
her feet had sunk. Sensing the complex and valuable nutrition they wrapped
around her legs and pulled them back until her calves touched the wall and
began to sink into them. Another pair of villi stretched out and lightly
caressed Impa’s shoulders, burning new holes into her, light pink blood drifted
out like tiny clouds. Her body began to lean back until she rested against the
wall fully and the wall began to merge with Impa’s flesh.
Still, Impa didn’t resist.
It was only when a groan of pleasure echoed around her, filling
her world, did Impa’s eyes suddenly focus and her awareness returned to her
reality.
Zelda couldn’t resist the temptation anymore. The delightful
tingling below was transforming into an inferno of desire. A hand had drifted
its way up to cup one of her breasts as she chomped on a juicy grape. Her
sensitive nipples rubbed by the fabric of her bra. Her toes curled as her
fingers pressed deeper into the seductive fat of her breast, and pleasure burst
through her. She couldn’t control her fingers, they began to squeeze harder.
Her legs quivered, closing slightly as her womanhood flexed with
need. More than it ever had before. Her lips were wet and staining the front of
her panties, if she looked down, she would be able to see a near-perfect
outline of her slit through the thin fabric.
Her other hand slid down and she couldn’t help herself, her index
finger caressed her slit through the material just as she felt a tiny jolt
almost like movement inside her lower tummy. Her hips bucked with pleasure, her
legs opening in search of satisfaction.
“Fuck! I’ve never felt like this before!” Zelda moaned as she slid
her fingers inside her waistband, her fingers becoming sticking with her carnal
juices, her finger was sucked almost of its own accord inside all the way to
the base immersing itself in moist warmth as her pussy clamped down on the
appendage, her hips bucked again as another wave of pleasure shot through her.
She’d never felt anything like this before. Never done anything like this
before.
Another spurt of movement inside her tummy and her pussy clamped
down with a vice grip as the glorious tremors of orgasm rocked through her. Her
hand closed tighter around her breast, squeezing it so hard she felt her fair
skin bruise, the light pain intensifying the pleasure.
The fire didn’t even dim.
She needed more.
Swallowing Zelda forced herself to stand from her chair,
withdrawing her hand from her panties, she sucked on her fingers, her flavour
mixing with what was left of the grape. She swallowed them together as she made
her way to her bed with hurried footsteps. Her breasts heaving with each breath
she dived onto the silk sheets, desperate for more pleasure.
Her breath quivered, and her fingers curled around the waistband
of her underwear and slid it down her slender legs. They were sticky with her
cum and the scent teased her nose. Her cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment,
she slid them free of her ankles and tossed the garment onto the side of her
bed, half leaning off the edge of her silken sheets.
With fast hands and clumsy fingers, she pulled her bra over her
head, her breasts bouncing free, the sudden motion actually enhancing her
pleasure further. She fell back onto the bed, lying down, her hand already
lightly cupping her breast, she bit her lower lip in an attempt to silence her
moan as her thumb brushed over her hard sensitive nipple.
She had always done her best to avoid tainting her virtue. Even so
far as to forego self-exploration but she couldn’t take it. Whatever this
feeling was she couldn’t resist. Her fingers began to stroke along her slit,
hesitantly dipping in before pulling back out. A mixture of fear, excitement
and guilt filled her. It was thrilling.
She pressed her lips together as another moan echoed through her.
Doing her best to muffle it. She would just die if anyone heard her or worse
discovered her in her state of shame. Her index finger began to dip inside her
again as if openly defying her wishes and upbringing.
Glowing veins spread out from where her body had been moulded to
the wall of Zelda’s small intestine. Like a piece of morbid decoration.
Spiderweb veins of mana reached out around her and back into her.
She opened her mouth to moan as she felt a pleasure surge through
her as her energy was forcibly connected to the veins that fed into Zelda’s
mana. It was like she was being used as a source of nutrition and magic.
She was submerged in murky acid. Her vision was swimming. Her
lungs no longer felt like they were about to burst. Actually, she felt her body
processing the liquid, stripping minute cells of oxygen to keep her alive.
Zelda’s body was helping her stay alive. Again, the image of her old friend in
a divine position flashed before her mind’s eye.
Before she could shake the thought and try to regain her focus her
current predicament pain shot through her. A glowing villus had reached up and
snaked itself around her leg, its touch burning her flesh on contact. The
warmth of pleasure soon joined the strange cocktail as the mana-warmed head of
the appendage neared her abused pussy. It was strange. The mana felt warm and
enticing, but as it probed her inner thigh exploratory, it brushed gashes along
her inner thigh and shallow fizzing cuts decorating her cunt.
She opened her mouth to plead for help but no sound came. She
could feel no movement in her throat. The muscles that allowed her speech had
been digested. They had no purpose in serving Zelda’s body and so could be
broken down and used as nutrition.
She had given her speech for Zelda’s health and she knew it wasn’t
all she would sacrifice for the princess.
Again, images of her kneeling and making offerings to a goddess
with beyond remarkable resemblances to Zelda came to her mind. The mana even
felt beyond holy now as it not only sustained her life but ensure her presence
would serve Zelda.
Zelda’s body seemed to detect the presence of mana and the villus
between Impa’s thighs began to push its way slowly inside her. Impa’s lips
parted in a silent scream of pain and pleasure as the appendage wiggled its way
inside her, stretching her cunt, burning the inside of her ‘tunnel of love’ and
as before she felt her mana surging to heal the area only this time it was much
more potent, aided by Zelda’s mana. The wounds closed but the new skin was more
sensitive.
Her legs began to quiver.
With each second that passed a new layer of flesh was formed and
burned away inside her cunt until she felt her body rock with an intense
orgasm. It felt as if it was the first time, she had ever experienced pleasure
combined with the greatest stimulation she’d ever had. The pain vanished; the
villus’ acidic touch no longer burned her inner flesh.
Zelda had just changed her. Her body had chosen to alter her. Make
her more suited for her new role as nutrition and power source. Her eyes closed
as another orgasm rocked through her body and the villus inside her guzzled her
cum, feeding the energy from it into Zelda’s mana flow. In advertently further
enhancing the virgin goddess’ arousal.
A suppressed moan of pleasure echoed throughout the slimy
chambers, the walls shuddering as Zelda continued to pleasure her slit unaware
of her friend’s growing ‘plight.’
Seeking to further enhance Impa’s productivity more villi began to
reach out, growing from all the walls around, each one glowing with a unique
pattern of mana, some had their heads glow, others their entire body glowed,
some had cracklike patterns, others had celestial veins.
Impa felt a rather brazen villus grow from the wall behind her and
start to force its way between her ass cheeks. She tried to pull away but found
her body was held rigid in place. Looking down she saw even her lower arms had
been absorbed into the flesh of Zelda’s intestine. All she could move was her
head and even that was limited.
How long before even that movement was denied her? Would she even
be a person then? A separate entity? Or just another part of Zelda’s digestive
system, processing mana and nutrition to keep her royal highness healthy,
happy, and alive. The worst part was that was starting to sound like it wasn’t
such a bad outcome for her.
The walls suddenly clamped around her. Squeezing her body.
Foul-tasting flesh filled her mouth. Burning tendrils were forced against her
body. Three were forced between her breasts and curled, encircling each breast
and her neck. Another two had their lengths forced against her still full cunt
and found themselves wrapping around her legs. Another crashed into her face
and over her eyes, snaking around her head. And was shoved into her mouth,
forcing her lips to open wide as the intruder struck the back of her throat and
kept going.
She began to gag and convulse. Then it was like acid was being
pumped into her throat. The retching stopped and when she reached into herself,
she found no open to trying forcibly vacate her stomach. Another piece of her
had been digested and Zelda’s mana continued to keep her alive and heal her in
a way that it would never return.
As Zelda’s most recent orgasm faded the walls relaxed around her,
her muscles relaxing around her intestines, allowing Impa more room, not that
she could move. The villi remained inside where they had been forced before.
She was completely immobile and at their mercy.
The villus around Impa’s neck tightened its hold. On reflex, her
mouth opened wider in a silent gasp allowing the villus within more room as it
began to snake deeper inside her, deep-throating her. Her mouth began to fill
with saliva, lubricating the tendril as if her body was giving into Zelda.
Becoming the ideal form of nutrition.
The villus began to shudder and convulse. Impa couldn’t help but
be reminded of a large cock entering the throws of orgasm. The nodule
ejaculated chyme into her throat. It was something between liquid and food,
pure nutrition. Its sweet and bitter taste filled her mouth. Flavoured by the
sweet fruits Zelda was so fond of and the bitterness of the bile that had
broken them down into nutrition with the added rich, powerful flavour of pure
mana lacing the nutrition, like it was coated in sugary, syrupy glucose.
Impa tried to gulp down the substance. She tried to slurp and
swallow it whole, to milk the appendage like she would a lover’s cock. She had
no effect on the substance or the villus. The muscles in her throat were gone
and even her tastebuds were going numb, the slightest acrid metallic hint of
her blood mixing with the chyme’s flavour. The chyme was gradually pushed down
her throat by the flow of motion as the villus continued to bulge and contort
itself, pushing more into the back of her mouth and throat.
Goosebumps decorated her once fair skin as she felt the thick
substance gradually slide down her insides and settle in her stomach. She felt
the fresh source of mana surge through her and back into Zelda’s body.
Her eyes bulged as she felt the tip of a villus press against her
anus. On reflex, her hole flexed in anticipation of pleasure. With the
slightest give, the villus dived into her ass, forcing her hole to stretch. She
tried to arch her back, tried to thrash, but all she could do was tilt her head
back granting the villus in her mouth a more direct passage to her stomach. The
tendril around her head began to sink into the wall behind her, rising to cover
her forehead and fully uncover her eyes. The appendage merged back with Zelda’s
flesh and Impa found herself unable to move her head, her neck fully extended
and rapidly growing stiff in its new position.
Impa was finally immobile.
She was becoming a part of Zelda’s small intestine.
No. Her flesh was already crafted into her intestines. She
couldn’t feel her arms or her feet, even her back was gone. But she could feel
the distant sensation of pleasure as Zelda explored her slit and discovered her
clitoris. She was a part of Zelda’s body. She was a part of her small intestine.
The brief thought that this was truly her fate vanished as she
felt a stinging fizz build in her rectum. Zelda was digesting her ass and her
mana was reconstructing it. Another orgasm rocked through her body, the
tendrils in her ass and cunt swallowing her carnal fluids and stripping the
mana from it, then the nutrition before adding it to the pile of waste.
Just with her pussy Impa felt the skin of her rectum burned away
and replaced with more sensitive skin. New pleasure sensors. Making her a more
efficient supply of nutrition, cum and by extension mana.
Zelda thrust her hips into the as she rubbed her thumb over her
clitoris. Another wave of pleasure flooded through her. Her inner thighs were
sticky, glistening with her cum. Her sheets were stained with her juices, not
that she’d noticed. Her need didn’t lessen with each orgasm but seemed to build
but that wasn’t all, she was even starting to feel more energised, it was like
she was chugging mana potions.
Impa’s near-paralysed body quivered with pleasure as she
experienced another forced, but not unwanted, orgasm.
She tried to squeal in agony but no sound came. Only more chyme
drained down her throat as villi latched onto her nipples and began to dissolve
them. The sensitive skin flaked away as it fizzed inside the transparent,
glowing tips of the nodules. The burning sensations were even starting to feel
good.
She found herself actually being thankful when her nipples finally
fizzed away to nothing but nutrition for her goddess. The heads fused
themselves of the holes, and trickles of blood-like liquid smoky wisps floated
up and into their lengths, breaking down before they made it more than three
‘feet’ into the villi’s lengths.
Impa flinched. Or as much as she could. Inhaling a shuddering
breath through her nose, the stench of bile didn’t bother her anymore, if
anything she was going to prefer it to fresh air. The villi attached themselves
to the nerves inside her breasts, mana began to trickle into her nerves.
Again, Impa found her body growing more sensitive, another orgasm
shooting through her body, her hips trying to buckle but unable to as she was
inflicted with another double orgasm in her snatch and ass. The villi around
her breasts began to constrict squeezing tighter. Her tits turned pink as the
blood flow was trapped inside them.
The mana being funnelled into her breasts began to do its job. It
began to manipulate the hormones found in Impa’s body. Designing her for
further efficiency. Like it was playing with a new toy they triggered the
hormones that would cause Impa’s breasts to start breaking down, dissolving the
fatty pillows and compacting the nutrition to be enhanced by the mana to
something more beneficial. The moist tendrils began to slacken their grip
before squeezing tight again as if attempting to parody a milking motion,
sliding over the skin of her tits as they heightened in sensitivity. Tiny
streams like red steam floated into the villi that had fused with her tits,
breaking the fats and proteins down to a cellular level to fuel Zelda.
The walls around her suddenly closed on her again as Zelda enjoyed
another intense orgasm. Forcing the villi deeper into her holes, inflicting
another wave of pleasure on Impa, compelling another orgasm, and driving Impa
to further nourish her.
This was Impa’s reality now.
She wasn’t a warrior.
She wasn’t a person.
She wasn’t a friend.
She was nutrition. A piece of her lower intestine. Her purpose was
to feed Zelda and help process her food into shit. She didn’t know if Zelda’s
body had made her mind turn to this and neither did she care, this was her
reality.
The terror.
The panic.
The pain.
It all faded.
All she felt was pleasure and loving burns as her mana flowed in
and out of the princess.
Acceptance was forced onto Impa as Zelda let out
another moan of pleasure as she experienced another burst of euphoria and
ecstasy, her moans reverberating throughout her body, echoing throughout the fleshy catacombs and caves within her.