Thousand Year Sword: Part 9.09: Awaken the Magic Within

     Shahara flicks her claw at a tiny black creature resembling a paper cutout of a bat, it pops into blue flames.

 

   “Pitiful,” says Shahara, “these Mystic Monsters in the Time Temple are truly pathedic, and here I thought nothing was weaker than the Ball Bat.”

 

   “Mystic Monsters,” thinks Lukatara as he follows the fairy through this old ruin of a temple with Shahara the tiger goddess behind him, “I’ve heard someone call the fiends that before…but who?”

 

   “Up ahead,” says the fairy as they approach a door with a clock on it and a simple puzzle solved by setting the hands a midnight (Aim thy hands skyward at the middle of time’s passing).

 

   Inside there is a tiny round mechanical golem with a clock mechanism in its chest. The monster announces its attacks so clearly that anyone could easily avoid them. Earlier in the temple there was a sling weapon with a bag of round stones, the obvious weapon for attacking the exposed gears on this thing. However a double sided attack between Lukatara’s sword and Shahara’s claws finishes it off much quicker.

 

   A bright yellow light shines down from the ceiling,

 

  *If thee be the chosen warrior of time, then thou shall receive the power of time*

 

  The light shines across the room and hits Shahara

 

  *What the fuck!...er…I mean…you…what?*

 

  Shahara points to her left, “he’s right there sis,”

 

  The light shines over onto Lukatara.

 

  *Yes, you are truly…I mean…thou are the chosen one, truly the warrior of time. I the guardian of time’s passage bestow upon thee the gift of time, thou shall first have the power to temporarily stop the passage of time, as thou quests and becomes stronger new powers shall come to thee,*

 

   “Slight problem,” says Shahara, “in this timeline things kind of went out of order,”

 

  *really?* says the voice in the light *does that mean?*

 

  “We can only hope,” says Shahara, “I mean look at the fairy guiding him.”

 

  The light expands illuminating the whole room, “who…wait…this is…no way…so this is,”

 

   “Yeah,” says Shahara, “so yeah, we are going to need a time chamber to train Lukatara here in the use of the time powers because he’s pretty much like already at the last boss.”

 

   *sh…sure,* says the voice in the light.

 

  Lukatara steps back as something forms in the light, a very large shape. The body of this being is a giant golden colored scorpion, where the mouth should be is a silver plate armor depicting symbols of the sun and moon, above this is a golden skinned woman who looks almost exactly like Lohln save for having golden colored skin and wearing silver scale like armor over her breasts, at least over the tits, it doesn’t seem to really be armor so much as aesthetic censoring. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail braided with red string. Her eyes shine with a blue light.

 

  “Hero, after five thousand iterations I can sense the true evil one was upon this timeline, here in my proper state the veil weakened even before coming before me I am free to sense this world, for I am Lorcelt the goddess of the sands of time.”

 

   With one of the giant scorpion claws she stabs a slab with a picture of an hourglass on it, on the wall, it dissolves into sand revealing a passage.

 

   “Beyond here is the time chamber, in there a thousand years would pass in only a century for time is taken down to one tenth relative to this land. It should take no more than three months training in there to master the time powers to face the Necromancer known as the Soul King.”

 

   As he steps forward her claw blocks his passage, “One moment,” she says, “have you already saved the princess from the spider?”

 

   “You mean Lohln?” asks Lukatara.

 

  “and you…know her name,” says Lorcelt.

 

  “Well…no,” says Lukatara, “I ran into Lohln a while back, we…”

 

  He blushes.

 

 “They fucked,” says Shahara, “Lohln even boosted his stats and have him Lohln’s Web,”

 

  Lorcelt thinks a moment, “that would explain not needing time freeze, but that she didn’t just kill this one for jumping the gun…”

 

   Lorcelt narrows her eyes at Lukatara and at the fairy, “I…can see it…hmmm,”

 

 “Lorcelt,” says Shahara a bit annoyed

 

  “Fine,” says Lorcelt raising her claw, “you may pass,”

 

  After Lukatara and Shahara pass through the passage the slab reforms, with the time distortion sealed off something else grabs her attention. A time distortion not far away.

 

  “Lohln,” says Lorcelt, “you…wait…time distortion…from…”

 

  Her eyes shoot wide as she says, “they fucked…they…FUCKED!”

 

  Lorcelt looks at the slab, “and I bet Shahara tapped that ass too, why those little bitches are holding out on me, and Lohln made a time distortion field so that means…guess I have some new little relatives…hmmm…”

 

   Her eyes narrow, something else grabs her attention as her cosmic consciousness scans the land, “what…”

 

   She looks to the east, “that boy’s life signature? No, like a relative, like children…these aren’t Lohln’s are they? No…hold on…”

 

  She looks back at the slab and back east, “no way…he didn’t…he couldn’t…she…she was also in this timeline fully? And she…he…they….oh my,”

 

  She tugs at the chain holding her bikini armor in place and smiles, “no way am I letting this one go if even Echidaria went for him.”

 

      ******

 

    Pamela *yawns* waking up in the large cozy bed. She looks around briefly, confused as to where she is or why she is sleeping stark naked. She blushes and smiles as the memory comes back to her, her hand travels down south massaging her own clit as the pleasant memories come to back to her. Just as she is about to insert her fingers something catches her eye. Hanging up on assorted hangers on a stand are several articles of clothing. Her curiosity overtakes her morning *exercise* as she gets up to take a look at it. She practically throws herself into the air as she exits the bed surprising herself. She takes a moment to regain her balance surprised at how light her body feels; memories of the vision coming back to her that Lohln’s milk increases one’s strength, stamina, speed, and agility.

 

   That last part makes it fairly easy for her to adjust as she walks over the clothing hanging up nearby next to a full length mirror. A white pair of panties, if they can even be called as such. She slips them on, the silkiness is smoother than anything she has ever worn before, including actual silk. The front is a lacey white design that somehow adheres to, but not uncomfortably so, to her body taking on her shape; the back however slips between her buttocks, merely a string. She traces her palm over the material and shudders as it somehow seems to enhance her sensitivity when touched, even though it didn’t feel that way coming on, or just moving in it. Next is the dress, it looks to be in strips as she pulls it over her head. The bottom half is more like two long lacey spider web themed curtains, one over her buttocks, the other over her front stopping in length just shy of her ankles. They leave her legs and much of her thighs completely bare and free to move. The top however is far more intricate, she has short white shoulder pads with spider web patterns on them. There seems to be a semi-diamond like white shape that is below her breasts and tucked up into her cleavage. One pair of white strands comes up from between her breasts and connects up to the inner part of the shoulder pads. Another pair is adhered to over her nipples and up over her flesh coming off to connect to the shoulder pads beside the inner pair of straps. Looking down there are two more pairs of straps, one gently curving down around her exposed belly button, and a pair outside of them curves slightly to her sides. Looking in a full length mirror nearby she realizes it meant to look like a white spider with its head between her breasts. She blushes as how much flesh is exposed, realizing it’s meant to be worn outside among people, and not just in the bedroom. She turns and sees the same spider straps on her back, with a clearer image of being a spider without breasts to distort the head and legs. There is also a pair of boots, designed with a silver and white spider web design.

 

   Pamela pauses a moment looking at the mirror and traces the straps with her fingers wandering how they are adhering so well to her body but don’t feel sticky. She can lift the straps with her fingernails but they tighten and adhere a moment later. She quivers as she touches her nipples, realizing it has given them that same magical sensitivity as the panties. She twirls a moment looking at her reflection and smiles. With one hand she gently rubs a finger around her silk covered areola, and the other sneaks under the curtain cloth in front of her panties and presses gently against her clit. She nearly topples over from the combined thrill.

 

    She *giggles* at her reflection while saying, “you look so good I’d fuck you if I could.”

 

   She presses her breasts up against the mirror’s surface twirling them about to tease herself with the soft silken material.

 

   “You like that don’t you,” she whispers to her reflection.

 

  She presses her whole body against the mirror, with a smile as an idea comes to her she slides over to the edge of the frame and grinds her silk covered pussy against it. She *huffs* as she gets herself off at this admittedly narcissistic form of masturbation, although strangely while she could swear she came a little the panties are completely dry.

 

    She *sighs* and says, “what am I doing…I should be (thanking) them for this outfit not…”

 

  Something else grabs her attention as by the door there is a white and silver spider web design inlaid staff with a large blue sphere with a white and silver intricate spider design over it complete with a small metal spider as part of the design. As she picks it up she can feel the power in it. The second thing she notices is that it doesn’t feel like any metal she has ever felt before, like it is alive, a pulsing of magic in her very hands.

   

   ******

 

  Pamela searches the hall, finding it deathly silent. She hadn’t noticed with all the hustle and bustle of the day before that this strange mansion was so silent. The walls are more like stone that is pretending to be wood. She steps into the dining room, walking over to the long wide table with its white tablecloth she sets the staff down and puts her hands on it remembering the night before, partaking in the most depraved yet…she doesn’t know the word for it, other than perhaps fun, version of sex she has ever had. To combine sex and eating in such a way, and make a game out of it, she honestly hopes they can do that again in the future. Her mind turns to something else however once she is no longer lost in lustful thoughts. This room has no windows and only one other door that supposedly goes to a kitchen. What she finds through the door is nothing like the kitchen at her palace. There is only a table, some pots, and a large wash tub. Sitting on a shelf is the cornucopia; the magical object she remembers from last night that produced food somehow. A magic she is wholly unfamiliar with, wandering if it truly creates food, transports it from somewhere else, or is just some sort of magic store house.

 

   Pamela returns to the hall, down one direction is where she was dangling from the ceiling, a cave as she recalls beyond a path of darkness. Her eyes try to focus on the other worldly shadowiness down that way and finds herself surprised as it changes to a hall with doors here and there. She turns the other way. She peeks in the door to the bath, no one, going down the hall, a fact that there seems to be just one hall with various doors, some opening into halls themselves leaves her a bit confused. She decides to stick to this main hall following it to a dead end. The staff in her hand illuminates and a large black gate forms from the wall.

 

   “Woah,” says Pamela taking a step back.

 

  “Come in,” says Lohln from the other side of the door knowing that Pamela is close by.

 

  Pamela pushes the doors open and just stares at the tunnel before her, the tunnel lined in webbing. She takes a step expecting to be stuck fast; however her boots move over the web as though it were carpet. Down the tunnel she comes to the wide room filled with web covered furniture. There is Lohln, although something is a little off about her, Pamela can’t put her finger on it, like maybe she’s a little bigger or a slightly different shape or something than yesterday. As Pamela steps into the room her foot encounters a cow skull and some bones. In surprise she steps back and touches the wall for balance. Her hand is stuck fast.

 

   “I see,” says Lohln, “that Kumira forgot to lay out the gloves that go with that outfit.”

 

  Pamela thinks back, she doesn’t recall seeing them.

 

  Lohln walks over and stands towering over her smiling, “stuck in my web, come to be my breakfast in bed?”

 

   Pamela watches her as she walks over, noticing that there is something different, she is wearing a silver cloth with black runes on it around her waist, that drops down like a curtain over her lower human parts, her breasts are still completely uncovered though. Lohln leans down and licks her long tongue around Pamela’s stuck hand dissolving the web. She takes Pamela’s small delicate hand and sucks on it, the entire hand inside her mouth, her tongue wrapped around Pamela’s wrist; yet she isn’t afraid. Lohln sucks all the sticky web off.

 

  “Now then,” says Lohln, “we should go have breakfast,”

 

  Pamela stares up at her.

 

  “No,” says Lohln playfully, “not THAT kind of breakfast, a nice normal breakfast so we can talk.”

 

   ******

 

   In the dining room Lohln is feasting on what looks to be an entire roasted cow, that was brought in via a door she hadn’t seen before via a magic self-propelled serving table.

 

   “I do intend to have servants,” says Lohln as Pamela enjoys a modest soup and bread as she requested as her stomach is still a bit uneasy from last night, “when I get the mansion fully created and ready to reveal.”

 

    Pamela’s mind drifts to seeing the walls change and how the place feels so…off, a building still being created by magic, possibly not even in the real world right now.

 

  Pamela looks around, “Um…I havn’t seen Lupachnid or Kumira around,”

 

  “They are unavailable,” says Lohln between flesh rendering bites, “they are taking part in a ritual right now, to enhance their ability to pass for humans should they need to.”

 

   “Oh,” says Pamela a bit disappointed she wanted to thank them, not sure if she kind of already did thank them for rescuing her, or if she wants to thank them for how she thanked them, not really sure if she lead them or they lead her last night.

 

   “Not to be pushy,” says Lohln, “but have you made your decision yet?”

 

  “Decision?” says Pamela stirring her spoon in the soup, “Oh…right, yeah.”

 

  “Good,” says Lohln, “then we should cease this day while my daughters are…preoccupied to begin,”

 

  “One thing though,” says Pamela.

 

  Lohln’s expression drops from overjoyed to serious in an instant.

 

  “It’s just,” says Pamela, “I went missing so suddenly from the palace, I need to return and let everyone know I am alright. Then…then I can come back and…”

 

   “No problem,” says Lohln clapping her hands together, “however this is a very dangerous land, where you are now in my mystic space the Necromancer can’t find you. However he found you in your home, and could easily find you the moment you step foot outside my domain; which so far only connects back to the temple in Montosh until the hero fully drops the veil around this land. When my daughters are ready I will have them escort you home.”

 

   Pamela doesn’t want to ask how long that will take; however Lohln speaks up, “don’t worry about time my dear. As it is still growing my home exists outside of the normal flow of time, a day in here is but a few minutes out there. You could spend months in here and barely a day go by outside.”

 

   “Oh,” says Pamela relieved, “then I could train…”

 

  “In a few hours,” says Lohln, “the ritual will be complete, I need to…be with them, during that time. However I will escort you to the library and training hall after breakfast.”

   

    ******

 

    The Great Library of the Spider Goddess Lohln, a building unto its self, elevators, stairwells, a hundred stories down and up. A magnificent marvel beyond anything Pamela could ever have dreamed of, and its full of books in numerous categories. She is warned by Lohln to stay in the section for training or else she may become lost, and this area is still separate from the main mansion till it’s all connected. They had passed over a web that moves through darkness. Not that it matters as Pamela turns the pages of a book containing spells lost to her people with her new white gloves with spider web laced designs on them given to her by Lohln and crafted by Kumira. Pamela loses track of time as she studies combat spells, status effect spells, and many others she never dreamed were possible. She doesn’t even notice when Lohln returns or for how long she had stood silently by the door watching her study. The fact a giant spider, even one with a sexy woman as part of it could be so close to her without her noticing does alarm her a bit.

 

    “Is everything to your likening?” asks Lohln.

 

   “Yes,” says Pamela happily, “I…I can’t believe everything I’ve learned even exists in such a short amount of time, I could spend a thousand lifetimes in this library and probably not even get past the first floor.”

 

   Lohln looks thoughtful a moment and smiles, “If you are content to take a break for now, I would appreciate it if you would join me for my daughters’ emergence from their ritual.”

 

   An odd phrasing thinks Pamela as she nods leaving the staff and gloves behind as she had taken them off as they would kind of stick to some of the pages.

 

   “The gloves,” says Pamela as they walk down the dark web.

 

  “Don’t worry,” says Lohln with a look of concentration of her face, her body trembling a little, confusing Pamela, “they will still be there when you go back.”

 

   As they walk Pamela looks up at Lohln’s beautiful body, her large gravity defying breasts, flat stomach, semi-muscular arms, and looking down knowing that right behind that curtain of cloth is her womanhood. Pamela remembers how forward she was with Kumira and Lupachnid once they assumed human like forms; but their mother. Something about her, she is far more intimidating, more regal in her composure, despite everything that has happened she is reluctant to try anything or make a pass at her as the phrasing goes. She can only walk beside her, and feel obedient towards her, dressed as she is Pamela thinks for a moment it’s like a priestess walking beside their goddess.

 

   The web does not exit out where they had come in from before, now exiting into the bath house. Lohln strips the cloth from her waist and leaves it in a basket by the door. Pamela wanders if she should follow suit, and wanders where the other two are.

 

   “You can strip,” says Lohln noticing her fumbling at the edges of her garment, “perhaps be..”

 

   Lohln jumps a little, her pussy practically gushing and pulsating.

 

  Lohln moves near the pools and sets her body down while Pamela removes her articles of clothing, carefully pulling back the strips and sliding it off, the boots, and panties and folding them. She looks at Lohln quizzically as her body heaves. As Pamela comes around to her front she stares wide eyed as Lohln has her claw like fingers at the sides of her glowing pink pussy spreading it wide. With a few more contractions a head emerges and Pamela almost falls backwards.

 

  “One at a time,” hisses Lohln.

 

  Pamela looks at her face, contorted in both concentration and rolling back in pleasure. Her pussy gushes as the slick figure of a woman emerges with long black hair and pale skin, her frame and face that of a woman of the far east. The woman slides free, body glistening with vaginal fluids. She sits a moment looking at her own hands, feeling up her own body as though in disbelief at her own form. She licks some of the fluids off her fingers.

 

  “Out of the way,” orders Lohln with a rolling breath as her pussy fights to shrink down and is forbidden from doing so as a second body starts to come out.

 Lohln is taking short breaths as though building to orgasm as the deeply tanned and athletically built framed woman practically crawls her way free, not sliding easily or passively as the one before her did. Lohln’s lip curls up and *gasps* as the second woman stops at the waist and flips herself around inside the vagina.

 

  “Here’s a rare view,” she says smiling up at Lohln.

 

  The voice gives her away fully as Lupachnid to Pamela, as she looks at the other one she realizes that this means this other woman is Kumira.

 

  “In or out,” *sighs* Lohln.

 

  “In? maybe?” jokes Lupachnid with a smile.

 

  “Lohln grabs her daughter and pulls her out.”

 

  Lupachnid sits there cross legged and goes “ooohhh, no fair.”

 

  Lohln stands, easing her hands from her vagina as it slowly shrinks down to normal. Pamela watches the whole thing in amazement, not paying attention to the erotic scene of Lupachnid and Kumira exploring their new soft bodies, or licking the juices from their fingers with satisfied “mmm”s. Her eyes are fixated on Lohln’s pussy which had just been stretched enough to accommodate a full grown woman passing through it with pleasure instead of pain at that. As Lohln stands and her body trembles slightly with her pussy pulsating Pamela walks over and shoves her hand up to her elbow right into Lohln’s trembling nethers.

 

  Lohln’s eyes shoot open, as does her mouth and she is just silent.

 

  “Wow,” says Pamela, “its…tight,”

 

  She starts to withdraw her arm unaware of the audience she has with Lupachnid and Kumira who just stare wide eyed as well.

 

  About when just her hand is inside Lohln gently places her hands around Pamela’s shoulders and says, “don’t stop, push…hmmmhm….innnn,” she takes a deep breath as she speaks.

 

   Pamela freezes up realizing what she just did and just stares at her hand buried at the wrist inside the large pussy afraid to look up, however she obeys and pushes her arm back in up to the elbow, and back out this time wetter than before, and back in again. Each time picking up pace. Lohln quivers as Pamela makes a fist out of fear of dragging her fingers around inside. As Pamela fists Lohln her curiosity gets the better of her realizing that the angle is not like a human, instead of up into her abdomen it feels to go straight back. She nods as she reaches deep and moves her arm about, which causes Lohln to buck a little, thinking that there must be a large cavity in there and that is where Kumira and Lupachnid were. Pamela’s thoughts vanish as Lohln’s hands grasp Pamela’s back and press her up against her, her arm nearly to the shoulder at a slightly uncomfortable angle, breasts squished up against Lohln’s body as Lohln lifts her up of her toes for a second. She sets the much smaller woman down and *sighs*.

 

  Pamela pulls her arm free and says, “s…sorry,”

 

  “Don’t apologize,” says Lohln with a satisfied *sigh*, “fisting…hmm hmmm, didn’t even occur to me…you just got me by surprise my dear, that and my pussy was a bit tender and wanton…that stretching ability makes it so tender and sensitive for a short time when returning to normal.”

 

   Lohln regains her composure, “Lupachnid, Kumira, clean off in the baths, saliva or vaginal fluids I won’t have you dirtying up your new uniforms so early.”

 

  “Yes mother,” they both say and dip themselves into the hot spring relaxing and scrubbing with the sponges.

 

   “Like this,” says Lohln speaking to Pamela, “they will be able to travel with you, undetected by sight or magic, yet retaining a portion of their power. With a little training they will be able to shift quickly between this form, their armored forms you saw before, a hybrid beast form; which you already saw Lupachnid in before, ”

 

   Pamela remembers Lupachnid’s form with the legs and spider eyes

 

  “and,” continues Lohln, “a beast form, which Kumira was in before,”

 

  Pamela recalls Kumira’s giant spider form with the mask face on the top of the head among the eyes, she wanders what Lupachnid looks like in that state as Lohln just stated she was in a hybrid form before.

 

 

  “As you may have noticed,” continues Lohln, “the hybrid and armored forms have some interchange, as will the human forms once they get used to them. It could take a little while, a few weeks in here to get the basics down enough to safely travel, will that be a problem.”

 

  Pamela doesn’t have to think about it, spending time with these women, spending time learning new spells, in a place where time according to Lohln moves differently from the outside world, a few weeks shouldn’t make much of a difference in here. But something else occurs to Pamela.

 

  “L…Lohln,” starts Pamela.

 

  “Yes,” says Lohln

 

  “I’ve been meaning to ask, I mean…I love the dress and all, but it doesn’t cover much…don’t…won’t I mean…need armor?”

 

   Lohln’s close mouthed laugh echoes off the walls, “Why no my dear, I can grant you a power that will protect your body so well that you could go into battle naked and nary an arrow or sword leave so much as a scratch upon your skin.”

 

   Lohln’s rubs her arm as if imitating a beauty ad, “and yet it will leave your skin silky smooth to the touch. You’ll never have to worry about waxing or shaving ever again, of course your eyebrows and hair will remain.”

 

   Lohln’s gestures to the hot spring where Kumira is leaning her back against the side, her hair tied up under a towel while Lupachnid leans over the edge watching them, her soft tanned breasts pressed into the stone.

 

  Lupachnid smiles, “you coming in princess, the water is fine and hot…and so are the women.”

 

   Pamela laughs realizing that once again she has been walking around naked like it’s the most natural thing in the world to do parading her beauty for all around her to see. As Pamela gets in Lupachnid comes over with a sponge, “I’ll get your back for you.”

 

   Pamela watches as Lohln walks out of the bath house, Pamela raises an eyebrow and turns to Lupachnid who is tieing Pamela’s hair back with a scrunchy to get it out of the way, “Why doesn’t she join us?”

 

   Lupachnid pauses as she holds the sponge on Pamela’s shoulder and looks over at Kumira.

 

  Kumira says in her soft concentrated voice, “mother bathes alone, always has, likely always will.”

 

  “Unless some indestructible comes along,” says Lupachnid who clamps her lips tight after saying it.

 

  “Huh?” asks Pamela.

 

  “Do not forget,” says Kumira as she holds her hand up, her fingers distorting in the red and yellow ringed cone claws as she concentrates and slowly back again with greater concentration before relaxing as it seemed harder to do than she intended, “we are goddesses, in our original forms no mortal could survive us, even if we do not intend it.”

 

   “Kumira,” says Lupachnid in a tone meant to hush her.

 

  “It is not a secret,” says Kumira, “Pamela here will learn all this from the books she is reading regarding our mother’s nature to learn her ancient spells. Our mother was before claiming the title of the Spider Goddess of the Webs of Time, known as the Master of Turbulent Seas. Water and her have an odd relationship, especially when she is submerged in it.”

 

   “Oh,” says Pamela not really getting it, “I..won’t ask anymore unless Lady Lohln wants to tell me then.”

 

  Kumira returns to soaking and Lupachnid to washing her back, unaware that Lohln was listening in. Lohln leaves them be not really concerned as her daughters have revealed no more than they were instructed to, to keep the edge of mystery about her, and yet reveal enough to create an open feeling relationship; although she feels her daughters have started to develop a stronger bond with this girl than she thought they would; especially given how upset they were that their brother had taken off somewhere.

 

  A few moments later Lohln enters a large chamber on the other side of the wall from the baths the three girls are in. A large rounded pool is here with a ring of stones around it, a pool so large ten of her could easily fit in and have a pool party. As her armored pointed leg touches the water electric sparks shoot around it over the surface of the water, the parts of her legs submerged turning black. When the water is up to her underside she takes a deep breath and her eyes change into solid blue orbs and water spouts form on the pool, a storm cloud forming above her creating wind, rain, and lightning. As the rain falls she gestures with her hands and the lights in this part go out, only the lightning illuminating the scene as she walks in deeper, and yet grows larger, her carapace growing more ridged.