Espara part.05 (edited for continuity)

    *A few weeks before the Witch Hunter’s faithful encounter*

 

    The world became a blur for Migdra, one moment she was lying upon the ground between two superpowers beyond her reckoning, the devil Eckraik; the embodiment of evil she had been raised since childhood by society to regard as the ultimate source of magic and evil; the other the secret ancient one who rests at the bottom of the sea and source of greater magic. She had hoped for a secret encounter and despaired when the devil appeared in person for no secret tales and forbidden knowledge could fully wash away society’s taint upon her consciousness. However her fears were unfounded as the devil was its self washed away like an insect before the storm by the goddess of the abyss. The goddess took her to a far away island and revealed herself to be a sorceress named Rhulan. One moment she is agreeing to be her student and bowing before her, the next the very earth is opening up to reveal a pool of crystal clear water.

 

  “Do not fret,” says Rhulan standing over her guiding Migdra into the warm waters, “this is a hotspring of my own creation, the well of cleansing. All the remaining demonic influence in your form will be wiped away.”

 

  “my..my,,,” says Migdra.

 

  “Your magic?” says Rhulan, “what magic? You have potential, potential parasitized by those low class demon spawn. I you have summoned, I you have freed from the prison made by my enemies in their foolish attempts to turn me into an eldritch abomination…not really sure what they thought THAT would accomplish but…”

 

   Migdra is lost past the demon spawn part as the water nymphs move into massaging her pelvic muscles from the inside out to cleanse them of demon taint, and creatively use their simulations of mouths upon her breasts to suck out all demonic influence from her ample mammaries. Rhulan smiles as she crosses her arms and laughs beneath her breath.

 

   Rhulan’s clothes vanish. Migdra is left breathing heavy as the nymphs fade into the water while Rhulan steps into the spring. Her body a marvel to behold, a defiance of time and nature with the grace of youth and the hint of maturity held in an aura of ageless wonder. Migdra is wide eyed and a bit fearful remembering the tentacle bodied form Rhulan had been in when she first encountered the deep sea goddess of magic.

 

  Rhulan soaks a moment beside her as if Migdra were not even there before Rhulan speaks,

“You desire magic do you not?”

 

   “Y…yes,” says Migdra, “magic and power…”

 

  “Then agree to be my student, and you shall have power greater than the five great witches.”

 

  “I…I already prepared myself to become a creature of your likeness to avenge my people against the church.”

 

   Rhulan, with both elbows leaning against the edge of the hot spring, and a towel over her eyes which Migdra has no idea where that came from, peels the towel off and sets it on the stone bank, “The covenant…the covenant of magic made with those five was…incomplete.” States Rhulan, “As I was they were infected by the eldritch essence into monstrous forms for all eternity…or until they are killed at any rate, generals, or rather powerful thralls of my doing.”

 

   Rhulan runs her fingers in an odd way in the water.

 

  “Oh my!” exclaims Migdra at the sudden sensation of a jet like lapping at her nether womanhood, and the return of the water nymphs upon her breasts and upon Rhulan who much to Migdra’s surprise is less enraptured sexually by this activity as she is as she seems to simply be enjoying it as one enjoys a gentle relaxing massage. Indeed the water nymphs are gentle. Migdra has never felt such care for her own pleasure, no idea sex could be so tender.

 

   “Become my student,” says Rhulan, “and my lover, my consort, and you will be master of the five witches, and ruler of a nation, the church will fall, not as a building falls, or a man falls for only martyrs or mortar and flesh does that make. No, fall as an ideology, fall as a belief.”

 

   She gestures and beyond the water nymphs the spring water rises impossibly into the shape of the great owl Garudan. Rhulan slices the air with her fingers while saying, “cut”. A red line slices through for but a brief moment, possibly unseen if one blinked, and the head of the owl falls off and the water crumbles like ice before returning to water.

 

   “To kill a god,” says Rhulan almost nonchalantly as she leans back, the *giggling* water nymphs apparently enjoying themselves on her breasts and ones almost hidden beneath the surface between their legs and others still hidden massaging their legs.

 

   Replacing the towel on her eyes Rhulan continues, “one must not only slay the deity, its prophets, but also discredit its teachings, show the world the lie; or else the faith will continue to follow the foolish men despite the lack of their living god before them.”

 

 

   Migdra would be more disturbed by such familiarity, the voice of experiences beyond her knowing of lost years, if not for the distraction of the tantalizing machinations upon her tender and excited flesh.

 

   Migdra finds herself suddenly swept up by the water like a massive clear tentacle partially made of the giggling water nymphs and places upon Rhulan’s lap. Their breasts pressed together as Rhulan tastes the woman’s lips, teases them with her tongue, parting them with gentle insistence, probing her mouth. A tingle never felt before, not by the sour cold and slimy mouths and eel like tongues of demons choked down her throat. This was an electricity mixed with the sweetest of candies, an addiction born in an instant, lost in the tender yet stronger than all embrace of the deep sea goddess.

 

  Rhulan speaks without speaking, her words born from the air around them as her mouth teaches Migdra’s the true pleasures of a woman, “I will teach you pleasure, power, magic, the power of the womanly form, the magic born of pleasure.”

 

   Migdra nearly jumps as a vibrating stirring occurs between her legs where netherlips meet netherlips.

 

  “The gods and demons,” says Rhulan as she holds onto Migdra’s arms, “have placed a genetic seal into your race, sealing away the magic potential inherit to those of this world. The seal is born into every girl, as every girl would have this magic power. A covenant with the demons creates a link between you and they, they use your power to perform the magic you believe is coming from them.”

 

  Rhulan runs her hands down Migdra’s arms as a phallus grows and slowly, ever so gently pushes past Migdra’s pussy lips.

 

  “I can work with this magic,” says Rhulan gently, “to unseal you, to release the power within you via a biomantic spell altering my flesh into the key the seal requires, and with my power break it.”

 

   Migdra instinctively moves her hips as she is filled in a way that is neither small nor the monstrous pain of that of the demons. Even though Migdra does not understand Rhulan’s words, she understands the covenant and the idea of breaking a seal.

 

   “there,” says Rhulan as she coaxed Migdra to bounce upon her un-natural growth, a magic rod of a most literal kind.

 

 

  As Migdra slowly at first raises and lowers upon Rhulan’s stiff staff of flesh, the warm water waves around her tender pale thighs. Migdra is oblivious to the fact the water nymphs have vanished as she is lost into the electric sensations stirring within her from might and magic of the abyssal goddess. Rhulan is lost a moment, watching this beautiful creature bouncing on her lap as her hands massage the woman’s milky hips. Rhulan knows what must be done as she sneaks a hand across the gyrating abdomen of the woman and summons forth a light blue sigil there. The woman is lost in the mystical waves of pleasure enhancing the physical, not noticing the magic. Rhulan moves her hand down, teasing with her fingers where flesh meets flesh before moving up her own body to conjure forth a sister sigil. It pierces deep into Rhulan and through her to Migdra. An orgasmic wave overcomes them both as Migdra cums and Rhulan’s artificial penis ejaculates both fluids and spells.

 

   Migdra *huffs* as the raw power comes over, the impact softened by Rhulan holding the woman down upon her rod, insuring the completion of the spell, for Rhulan’s enchanted seminal fluid to eat away at the mystic seal and release Migdra’s power to its full potential.

 

  “Now,” says Rhulan after awhile, after Migdra stops shaking from the aftershocks of physical and mystical pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt before, “your lessons can begin.”

 

   Unbeknownst to either of them at this time, deep within Migdra’s womb, the sparkling mystically enhanced seminal fluid made from a sacrificed ovum of Rhulan’s own swirls in Migdra’s womb in search of life. It snakes out and finds an ovum of Migdra’s, dragging it into the womb and joining it with the un-natural sperm, more like tiny squids than human sperm, of Rhulan. They fuse, a new life as begun, child to the witch Migdra, and child to the ancient god like sorceress Rhulan.