Jwargod Commission: "Scales Of Justice"
Being a Zealot class knight wasn't easy, as Jeremiah found out. Recently he accompanied a couple of knights from a different, brotherhood order as part of his mission. Upon completion of the mission, with nothing going out of the ordinary, he returned to report on the findings, and give his report to the king of the kingdom.
Upon completing and getting his commendation from the king, he was then promoted to Zealot class-something that didn't happen often. But as the saying goes, with great power, or in his case rank, comes great responsibility.
Which brings us back to why he's walking down a dirt road, barely large enough for a wagon, lugging his heavy pearly white armor he wore. After the promotion from the last mission, he was sent to scout out an area, something normally done by...well scouts. But since a war was currently raging way north of the kingdoms, they were short handed on every type of soldier. Which is why a Zealot class was traipsing through the woods.
"For the love of the dearest lord in heaven..." He muttered as he walked, his armor clanking against his sword at his side. "No wonder lord Amerin gave me Zealot class so easily."
"Hopefully I'll actually do something, rather than walk through mud." He thought as he looked at his normally white boots, clad in mud.
His mission was to simply check out some "monster" sighting in some temple dedicated to a forgotten god. Simple enough for someone of his caliber. Or so he thought as he finally made his way to the overgrown and heavily weathered entrance to the temple.
Temples like these were all over the place. Thousands of years ago, in what was referred to as the "Second Age" supposedly gods were able to physically interact with their followers, meaning, gods literally existed, and walked on the ground he now walked. But sometime between the "Third" and "Fourth" age, the god's followers were hunted down, and eradicated by others. Rumor has it that the knights order that he belonged to helped do that, those many years ago. Needless to say however, there were still numerous temples, just as this one was, scattered across many, many miles of territory that once belonged to this group.
Looking around at the fallen four story pillars, weathered granite and marble entrance archways and destroyed stone statues, he felt like he was here before. Almost like déjà vu was washing over him. But, seeing as he had a job to do, he simply brushed off the sense and climbed over a fallen pillar and into the temple.
It did take him long to find out that there were creatures still living in these ruins. He noticed small fires, complete with fresh killed rat hanging above them to cook. It wasn't uncommon to have homeless individuals seek out these already "built" buildings to call their "home". But to see homeless people, out here so far in the overgrown and rarely traveled woods was kind of unsettling.
"I'm here with the white knights?" He shouted unsure. "Is anyone there?"
"Quite your yelling!" A voice responded.
Coming from the darkness of the long hall in front of him, an old man, white with age as his beard shown greeted him.
"Welcome to my temple!" He said, reaching out and shaking the knight's hand.
"Y-your temple?" Jeremiah said in a questioning tone.
"Why of course! I'm it's custodian!" He said nodding as a matter of fact.
"I was under the impression this temple was deserted...and forgotten."
"Deserted? Forgotten? No, no dear boy." The old man laughed. "I've been it's custodian for all my life! Something my father handed down to me. And his father before."
"Er...right. Well, I've been sent by the White Knight order to investigate-"
"Monsters!" The old man interrupted, almost yelling. "Yes yes, down that way my boy! Strange creature it is, powerful too! You best be strong!"
"I'll handle this!" Jeremiah said, unsheathing his steel blade and taking off the shield on his back. "Stay back old man, I will quell this beast for you and the order of the White knights!"
With that, Jeremiah ran down the darkened tunnel, grabbing a torch with his shielded hand for light.
"Good luck boy!" The old man called after.
"You'll need it." The old man whispered with a grin as his eyes glowed purple for a moment, before his entire body turned to purple dust.
"Come out beast! I will send you to the depths of hell where you belong!" He shouted as he ran past torn purple tapestries that lined the walls, broken idols and smashed gilded alters.
"Know me Jeremiah, for I AM justice!" He yelled as he entered a large vaulted ceiling room.
Looking around, the room had some light form torches around the perimeter. He simply assumed this was where the old man stayed, since around was a place to sleep, and some fresh meat.
He looked around, then suddenly stopped, smelling something.
"That stench...I've smelt it...before?" He said to himself, looking again at the pile of meat.
He gingerly walked closer to the pile of mean, and was horrified what he found. Putrid, rotted flesh stuck to a skeleton, wearing the white knight armor!
"What is the meaning of this?!" He cried.
He spun around, sword at the ready as a blast of energy hit him square in the chest, throwing him up in the air and six feet back. Landing on his back and skidding for another five feet, his training kicked in and he pointed his sword in the air, ready for a body to jump on him.
But nothing did.
Looking around, there wasn't a sole. No old man, no enemy, nothing. Air surrounded him...but that was about it. But he knew for a fact he didn't suddenly want to jump back fifteen plus feet.
Getting up, sword still pointed out ward, he looked for an enemy. Suddenly the shadows moved. Left, right, center. Then the shadows moved strait vertically up, and shot from the high ceiling down upon him, pinning him to the ground with a metal crash as his armor cracked under the pressure; the only thing that saved him from being crushed to death.
His sword thrown away as he was thrown down. But what use for it would he have? Fight shadows? He'd have better luck stabbing air.
"You mortal fools hunted us down!" The shadow echoed. "Now, pay!"
Suddenly he screamed as the shadows turned to blood and raced into the cracks of his armor, penetrating his body. Looking to the side, he noticed more shadows coming from his left, racing towards him. Looking right, he saw what appeared to be icy wisps of water washing towards him. He then looked up and screamed as a shadow face, the size of his body with purple eyes suddenly fell upon him from high above, disappearing as it crashed into his body.
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Jeremiah suddenly awoke with a scream, sitting strait up. He noticed his back hurt like he'd been sleeping all night on a hard surface. He got up on his feet, and finally remembered what happened, but...maybe it didn't happen.
Seeing as how he stood there...what happened was a dream? But how did he get into this place...to dream of something like that?
Pushing those thoughts aside, he decided to get out of there quickly. Looking down the previously darken hallway, now lighted with the morning sun's rays, he walked down, fully noting the tapestries that hung on the walls, torn, moldy and faded from age. Still he had that déjà vu feeling.
Climbing back over the fallen pillar at the entrance to the temple, he walked out and welcomed the sun with a stretch and yawn. Looking down however, didn't reveal his white armor. If fact, he was naked.
More of the fact, he had breasts!
"What in the world?!" He nearly yelped loudly. "I'm a bloody woman!"
She looked around at his new body in awe. Massive breasts dominated her chest, approximately a double H cup. If such a thing didn't exist, it sure did now. Further examination of her new body revealed a very large butt. Her new ass, roughly the size of her new bust, also added to the odd transformation. Adding to the oddness of the situation, her new skin shined with a light brownish hue in the sun's rays. Her "skin" was now that of scales of a snake!
Before she could even think about the transformation, she heard a hissing sound in her ear, and turning to find out what it was, a snake's face greeted her. Immediately, she tried swatting the hissing snake away, but found it somehow connected to her head. Looking back down at her new bulging breasts, she noticed more snakes hung there, draping elegantly over her exposed nipples.
Suddenly she realized, the snakes were her hair!
"I'm a damn monster!" She screamed looking around frantically.
"No, no...no, no, no." She cried in her head. "Gotta...must stay calm?!"
Collecting her breath, she sighed, looking at the snakes draped over her chest. She had to stay calm. Panicking would only make things a lot worse than what they already were and some how, calming down also calmed the snake's actions atop her head.
High above her, on top of the temple's entrance the old man sat. Well, not so old any more. A younger version of the man sat quietly, chuckling to himself.
"Why kill the ancestor of the one who helped desecrate this temple, when you can torture him.?" He chuckled, again disappearing in a wisp of dust.
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The "new" Jeremiah walked through the small town of Drakanov, wearing a large black cloak and hood that she had "borrowed" from a sleeping traveler along the path to the town. It wasn't in knight's thinking process to steal, so she merely thought of it as being "commandeered" by the White Knight order.
Speaking of Knights, she no longer wore her armor. Following the initial panic about her transformation, she ran back into the temple, only to find her armor, but not putting it on. She couldn't draw attention to herself in this state. But leaving her elegant pearl white armor behind was something a tune to someone leaving a picture of a loved one behind.
It's just normally not done. In this case, NEVER by a knight.
She really didn't know what to do to be exact. The White Knight castle was close, and she could most certainly reach it with no suspicion. But then what? Try to explain as a monstrous creature that she is really Jeremiah, a Zealot class knight? She'd be killed on the spot, lucky if the words "Wait, I'm-" got out of her mouth first.
So for an hour, she simply roamed around town, enduring stares of men at her large bust underneath her cloak. What they didn't see was the snake hair, green skin and dark, colorless eyes.
"Hey hun. Wanna go?" A scruffy man approached her as she stood in a dark ally.
"I'd much rather n-"
"I have gold hun. C'mon...just some time?" He interrupted, producing a small coin pouch.
The gold could be used to stay at an inn for the night. Give her a safe haven and a spot to think in, and be out of the elements for some time.
"Sure strong ma-"
Before she could even pretend to give out a seducing title to the scruffy, torn clothed man, he pounced on her, pushing her against he cold masonry that was the inn's ally wall. His hands tore into her chest, and not even noticing the brown tinted scaly flesh, his mouth latched onto her right nipple.
For reasons unknown, she actually liked it. Something just clicked in her mind and she immediately grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him into her massive mound, wanting him to suck harder, rougher and faster.
"T-That's right big boy...get...get it all to come...o-out." She stuttered, her hooded head leaning back against the wall her eyes fluttering.
The scruffy man then parted her cloak near her waist, and wasted no time in shoving his fingers in her almost comically large pussy, which was about the size of a baseball. Again ignoring, or perhaps intent on forgetting the fact he pushed against snake-like skin, he continued to finger-screw her rapidly wetting vagina.
With slurping sounds abound from his mouth and from the womanly juices he pulled out with each pull of his fingers she was nearly being driven wild. Her eyes lit up, slightly pink as she grabbed his head with both of her hands as her milk raced into his waiting maw. Getting just exactly what he wanted from her, he looked up in time to see hot pink eyes staring at him from a darkened face, thanks to her hood.
Staring into these eyes only made him hornier however, instead of frightened. He sucked the last of her nectar down, and pushed his instant hard on against her throbbing lips of love.
Still staring at her eyes, entranced, he hilted his rock hard erection in her waiting sex, pushing her up a bit against the wall. Then, using her massive breasts like pillows, he laid his head on her as his hips were grabbed by her hands, and pushed deeply in a primal urge to climax. Not because he was really "horny" but mainly because his mind was so aroused, his body sought closure. He NEEDED to cum.
Suddenly her snake like appendages for hair raced down, and quickly bit is neck. His eyes went wide from the injection and in a moment, he was cumming a class load of his seed in her waiting womb.
He stood there for a moment, weak, confused and eyes glowing pink as hers did, before her hands let go of his hips, letting him fall backwards asleep in the ally. Taking his coin pouch, waving him a mocking "bye babe" she wrapped herself up, walked in the inn and paid for at least two weeks of boarding with left over money.
Now, it was time to sleep.