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With her breathing returning to an average pace, the elf curls up a moment, beginning to sob.

The transformed travelers watch their goddess do her work. They squeeze each other's hands as memories of a forgotten lifetime return to them--of saving helpless people from bandits and of fighting monsters to the cheers of happy townsfolk. Is this what their lives have led to? And if so, why do they no longer care?"

The goddess tilts her heads back, the opened maw of the serpent wide and dark. She holds the elf up high,Alli's toes the first things to feel the brush of the tongue and the hot breath.

Alli whines and stirs, but she is too hypnotized, too tired, too weakened by possession to put up any sort of fight.

Atlatonin squeezes the elf's hips. She pushes Alli down her throat, gurgling in delight as she tastes the sweaty, cum-soaked flesh and feels her throat expand to accommodate her.

Alli feels the tight warmth of the goddess's body accept her--taking her inside and wrapping around her like the tight embrace of a lover. She moans as the tongue lashes up her thigh and between her legs, tasting the delightful spit of the feline servant still upon her flesh.

As the elf gets deeper down into the goddess's body, Atlatonin grabs the guide by her shoulders and shoves her down more and more. Alli's face is right in front of the other faces, cartoonishly staring at the goddess's beauty. One of the feline heads leans in with a chuckle and places a kiss upon the elf's cheek.

And a moment later, she shoves Alli down into her serpentine throat and snaps her jaw shut.

Sighing, the goddess pats her expanded belly, falling back onto her bum as she sits among her followers. "Ah, the energy she has provided is enough. I was so lethargic... but now..." She snickers, getting up onto one leg and then the other, groaning as she stretches her arms and her legs. A growing thickness emerges from between the legs--the goddess's latent and powerful cock, the serpent that sires generations, sticks up high into the air. All three of her heads rear back and cry out to the night, letting out a rattling roar.

The other beastfolk around them join in, but the newest members can't help but stare transfixed at the incredible and awful sight before them.

Her voices dissipate as the goddess lets out the last air of her lungs, and she smiles down at her newest additions, licking each of her lips in turn. "Well, well, my servants," She begins. "I can feel that there is still a bit of humanity left inside of you. How much longer shall you cling to your old ways?" she holds her hand out, stepping forward, cock bubbling with pre, pussy dripping with the delight of her meal. "We spent this amazing night together. Now, it is time for you to return to the city, not as trespassers in a land you do not own, but as members of the very people who shall reclaim this place as their own. Breed true, and the new world order will see you as gods. In fact... I am quite happy to initiate you into my new pantheon, but all you have to do is breed and sire as many as you can. Are you with me, my lovers?"

Feliny looks to Sandro.

Sandro looks to Feliny.

Their faces are alien, monstrous, but beautiful. Whatever humans were in there have died tonight. There is only the love for each other--and the one who made them this way.Feliny cannot hold herself back. "My goddess," the feline screams, falling to her knees, pulling away from her lover. "Please... please show me your power... and... and bless me with a child! You did not grant me a cock. My husband will be able to sire many children, but I can only bear them. And... I cannot let some lowly convert be the sire of my child.

Sandro squirms when she hears those words come out of her wife. She wraps her arms around her chest, slithering back, stepping out of this conversation between her partner and the goddess who made them both.

Atlatonin turns entirely towards her followers, her cock bubbling and ready. "My, my..." she says, growling and giggling and sneering. "Quite a bold offer, to become the vessel for my spawn. What made you so interested in the prospect when you showed so little before...? Could it be... that my consumption of that elf has turned you own?"

Feliny bows with her head to the ground, her whole seemingly strong body trembling. "It... it is as you say, my goddess. I have dark cravings now... to be fucked by someone so dominant that life is in their hands... not by someone who would be a plaything to me."

Sandro coils up, gripping herself harder. "Of... of course," she whispers. "How could I ever be as strong as my goddess?"

The goddess steps up to the jaguar, touching her chin. "Up," she commands, saying nothing more until Feliny slowly, painstakingly stands to a total height shorter than the goddess. All three heads see the jaguar, and they smile as she caresses her follower's chin with the paws of a predator. "My follower," she coos, "you are more in my image than most." She licks her lips, "and your submission to me is exquisite."

Suddenly, she spins the jaguar around to face the snake lover, wrapping her arm around Feliny's throat, pinning her so that she would look Sandro in the eyes. "Behold, Sandro, your wife, as much mine as you are. Look and see what you'll be receiving soon enough!" With that, she thrusts forward, her cock popping out from between Feliny's legs.

Feliny squirms and kicks, trying to position herself to receive the dick, but the goddess chooses only to tease her for now. In the meanwhile, the snake pushes herself up, staring with wide eyes and an open-mouthed grin. Her cock throbs and drools in want, but she doesn't touch herself--no, she'll save her feelings for her goddess.