The adventurers of Torrafel had been on a quest to slay Elinnore Holomore, Queen of the Concubi, for the last 5 cycles of seasons. They had ventured across the Seven Realms of Torrafel, conquering each of Elinnore’s devout followers, in search for powerful relics that would aid them in their quest. The Eight Amulets of LLara, crafted from blessed jewels which were gifted to the mortals of Torrafel, when worn by eight Heroes with devotion to a just cause they’d be protected by an aura of holy energy by LLara’s will. 

After five long years of searching they had finally snatched the last amulet from Krach’s dead hand, the Dark Cloud, Elinnore’s fiercest warrior. They made their way across the wild lands, to the World’s Precipice, in search of Elinnore’s fortress. They fought valiantly, marching their way through waves of Imps and Abyssals, Infernals and Fiends. Kendra and Gale pushed through Elinnore’s flimsy defense, Haladren and Aimon cast blessings of protection from their divines, Tufflenup and Rin took out key targets with spells and swift blows respectively, Taliana kept the party on track through the fiendish keep, and Mayvis made sure the party was working as a seamless unit.

They swiftly made it to the throne room, breaking the large wooden doors from their hinges, as they charged in. Elinnore sat atop an ornate obsidian throne, decorated with gold trim and amethysts, at the end of the large and long room, at the top of a set of stone stairs. “Elinnore!” Mayvis stepped forward from his party, commanding the Concubi Queens attention. “We’ve slain your strongest acolytes, we’ve mowed down your armies of fiends, and we have the blessing of LLara on our side!” He raised his warhammer up and pointed the head of it at Elinnore, “Stand down and you may live to see another day.”

Elinnore laughed softly, slowly accentuating it to a maniacal laughter as she rose from her throne, stretching her night black wings to their full 8 foot span. “And why would I do that, Mayvis? Especially when I already have this.” She reached into a pouch which she had tied to her waist and pulled out a leather bound tome which had a heart shaped rose quartz on the cover. “Recognize this?”

Mayvis went pale at the sight of the book, “You foul- How did you get that!?”

“Oh, Mayvis. I won’t tell.”

Mayvis watched as Elinnore opened the Eronomicon to a random page and without faltering led his team. “Stop her! Don’t let her cast any spells!” He charged forward with his party following shortly behind him.

Elinnore chuckled as she lifted her head from the tome, staring down the party which was rushing straight for her. “Laff Ym Evals, Eb Noub Yb Niachs!” Her voice echoed through the throne room as the gems within each of the amulets that the heroes wore began to glow. Spectral chains of dark magics shattered from the gems, coiling around each adventurer within moments, ending the battle before it even began.

“What the!?” Mayvis squirmed within his infernal bindings, twisting his torso in vain. “Elinnore! What is this!?”

Elinnore threw her head back in a fit of boisterous laughter, “You foolish adventurers! This was all too easy!” She sprung up into the air, gliding down to her captured prey. “Wasn’t this all a bit too convenient for you? I mean, I just so happened to drop an ancient text about LLara’s divine blessings. My best men all holding one of the amulets. The fact that the prophecy calls for exactly eight heroes.” She stopped a few feet in front of Mayvis, watching the color drain from his face as he put two and two together. “I knew I could rely on your charisma to sell my ploy, Mayvis.”

“That can’t be true! These last five years-”

“Everyday that you thought you were getting closer to defeating me you were really just falling deeper into my trap.” Another chuckle escaped her lips. “Your ‘quest’ was just to buy me time to get my hands on the Eronomicon.” She taunted Mayvis by waving the tome in his face.

Mayvis laid limp in his chains and stared off into the distance. He couldn’t believe that everything he had fought for, everything he had sacrificed, had been for naught. “What was this all for then? Why do you need that cursed book!?”

Elinnore squatted down in front of Mayvis, getting as close to eye level as she could. “That’s simple actually, although us Lust Demons aren’t the bottom of the rung we’re still looked down upon by the more infamous demons. We’re the only demons, of the seven deadly sin fiends, whose power is determined by how lustful you mortals are. And with damn sects popping up promoting monogamy, purity, or abstinence me and my kind have been a laughing stock in the underworld.” She stood up and began pacing back and forth. “This tome contains powerful hexes, spells, and curses which can only be undone by the wielder of this book.” She stopped pacing for a moment to see Mayvis’s expression which was still covered in defeat. “And with this book I can permanently corrupt this prissy realm and make sure my kind are the most feared demon kind!”

“Fine! You got what you wished for,” Mayvis spat out, “Just let my compatriots go.”

“Oh! Oh, no I don’t think so!” She stood back up and twirled her finger in the air, purple energy wisping from the tip. Mayvis felt himself grow lighter as he began to levitate and slowly be pulled towards Elinnore. “I may have played you for fools but that doesn’t mean you weren’ a thorn in my side!” She propelled Mayvis closer with her magic, stopping him mere inches away from her as she used her free hand to cup him by the chin and force his head up at her. “I’m going to make examples out of the lot of you, starting with their loud-mouthed leader!”

The magical chains which bound Mayvis began to glow as they began to sear into his skin. He was lifted up high into the air, so that his party could see what was soon to be their fates as well. “AAAGGGHH! You won’t get away with this Elinnore!” The searing pain spread across his body as Elinnores hex coursed its way through his body.

“I already have, my dear Mayvis!” She gave a wicked laugh, “Let’s give everyone a better view.” She snapped her fingers, causing the adamantium armor and his underclothes to burst into scraps of metal and cloth. The chains' magic swelled, causing them to grow brighter, as the magic surging through Mayvis caused each of his muscles to contract. His back arched forcibly as his head was thrown back, his shoulders strained against their prison of enchanted metal.

All of Mayvis's body hair, including mis magnificent dwarven beard, fell from his skin, covering the stone floor with his vibrant red hair. His muscles and skin burned as the magic warped them, his bulky and hardened muscles dwindled into a plump layer of fat starting from his limbs and making its way to his core, his skin which was rough and scarred healed over, now becoming soft and smooth.

“You’re turning out nicely Mayvis,” Elinnore taunted him as he screamed in agonizing pain, as the magic corrupted his body. His thrashing became more feral as the searing pain from the magic subsided from his skin and centered itself onto his groin and scalp, his hair rapidly forcing its way from the top of his head as it grew down to his shoulders. His groin, on the other hand, was assaulted with waves of rapid dystrophy as his testicles and dick began shrinking and decaying, eventually receding to the point where the skin on his groin parted and formed a puffy vagina.

Elinnore snapped her fingers, causing the chains to lose their harsh glow and slowly descend Mayvis back to the ground. “Sorry if that hurt darling, but we’re not quite done yet.” Mayvis knelt on the ground, panting for breath as he slouched into the chains. “We can be done with those as well, I guess.” She snapped her fingers again as the chains began coiling back inside the amulets gem. She reached down and cupped Mayvis’s now soft and bare chin in her hand and gently tilted their head up so they were looking at each other eye to eye. “I know it’s been a long 5 years, leading these misfits you call heroes.” She let go of Mayvis’s head and watched as it dropped back down as they no longer had the energy to hold it themselves. “D’nim Kreab! Now listen closely dear, you are no longer Mayvis the Steelfist, you will be and always have been Mayva, the bouncy and bubbly barmaid. You let others lead you in life, it’s much easier this way.” She looked over Mayvis’s, now Mayva’s, body as they were entranced by her mind altering spell, “You know what? Let’s give you a little something to fit your personality.” She snapped her fingers again as Mayva felt a pleasurable sensation building up within her chest causing her to let out short gasps of moans. Her breasts began filling up, first going from flat to A-cup, A-cup to B-cup, quickly picking up the pace, ballooning up to F-cup, F-cup to L-Cup, L-Cup to- Mayav knelt in front of Elinnore, panting and squirming while still under Elinnore’s spell, with tits the size of boulders which dwarfed the dwarven girls body. “There we go! Enjoy your new life!” She snapped one more time as Mayav disappeared from the throne room.

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“Hey new girl! Where’s my ale!?”

“Coming right up sir!” Mayva sprinted from the taverns back of house carrying three pale ales and two dishes. Her breasts bounced, daring to escape from the top of her barmaid uniform, each step jostled either breast up in front of her face, obscuring her vision. She was lucky to have this job. She had awoken in an alleyway, in the City of Ferendeer, with no clothes or any of her personal belongings when a large minotaur man opened a door to dump some trash. He offered her a job at his tavern, even turning part of the storage room into a place for her to sleep. “Here you go sirs!” She bent over, squishing her tits into the oak table as she served the men their food and drinks. “Is there anything else I can get for y’all?”

“I’d like a peek at those dwarven boulders you got there!” One of the drunk men tugged at the sleeve of her uniform.

“Oh I can’t do that! But thanks for the compliment!” She blushed as she gently removed the man's hand from her sleeve and began making her way to the kitchen to grab another order.

“Hey Mayva!” The loud and gruff voice of Malford called to her from behind the bar. “You’re doing a great job. I’ve never seen my bar this busy!” He shouted over a small crowd of drunkards who were surrounding the bar.

“Aw! Thank you Mr. Malford!” She turned around, facing Malford as she continued to sprint backwards to the kitchen. “I’ll keep up the good work!”