"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Was the tortured scream of a word which erupted from the statuesque woman's lips the moment her mouth sufficiently reformed to do so.
Head pushed upwards from out of her stomach as her entire body was squeezed like a tube of toothpast out from some indivisible center of her being. The same center which had just painfully been yanked through a Portkey depositing her in this strange, new environ. Which still obeyed the law of gravity she discovered as her body lurched falling forward. The Archmagus throwing her arms out to shield herself as she did.
Fear, anger and confusion all swelling inside her body along with her bristling power. The witch's face scowling. Her normally condescending façade noticeably chipped as she dusted herself off rising. Her unrestrained breasts shaking from the action as she rubbed along her scraped arms.
Vividly imagining every dastard, vile punishment she would inflict upon the person or persons behind this. Whatever mage or wizard, she swore they'd be beg to end up as her favorite chair when she was finished. This lasted until she actually got a look of her surroundings, tilting her head up to the cyclopean columns and roof of purest, white marble. At the kaleidoscope of cartwheeling, spinning nebulas, stars and planets which danced and swirled whizzing past between the columns in impossible and unexplainable geometries.
Stars explosively leaping into existence then withering to a husk and dying in mere moments. Worlds where club-wielding savages in animal-skins brained each in one instant, stabbed and shot each other in the next before vanishing in blistering atomic hellfires only to be forgotten in the inky expanse of infinity. Time looped and spun around itself before her eyes. The flaring lenses of an exploding star reversing flowing back into itself. The sheer vastness of the universe reduced to a mere bauble, a plaything. One both distant and yet so close Selicia feared she could reach out and pluck one of the shining stars.
And in the distance, eclipsing the glittering suns and sweeping solar systems it dwarfed, leathery skin pitted and covered in the eons-old dust of meteorite fragments rose the immense, slippery edge of a seal-like forelimb. Stray worlds exploding against its thick, rubbery skin as the flipper laboriously moved gliding through the stygian gulf. A limb connecting to the hunched turtle shell upon which the hedonistic God Meljin made his home.
The God himself seated at a mountainous rocky plinth carved into a throne. Raised basin the size of small lakes burning to either side of him casting him in their shimmering light. Almost seeming to bleed into it, his form hazy and indistinct. Seeming to ripple and change each time Selicia looked at him. A feat which only caused the dull ache of a migraine to fester the longer she stared.
And then it spoke, barely a whisper and the force nearly pressed the Archmagus to her knees against. Fingers clawing at her ears to protect her mortal mind even as she invisiblely lashed out at the seated figure. She'd captured and studied demons in the past, even bartered with them to gain knowledge and power. Conjuring those spells, reciting the black speech of Domus Durbentia leaned from eager demon lips, to diminish or push back the overwhelming presence she felt. Instead she felt her defense crumple as her legs stiffened and bent forward in a mockery of prayer.
"You are accused, Witch. How do you plead?" Meljin boomed echoing in her hearing.
Trying and failing to lift her thighs up from the stone floor, Selicia glared defiantly up at the deity.
"Accused? Of what crime?" She said fiercely attempting to will herself somewhere, anywhere, other than were she was.
Picturing that strange, modern city in her mind as she reached out to only to have wards snap her back to frail reality. Harshly. A small squeal escaping her lips, heart hammering inside her chest. Her tits shaking with each labored breath she took panting.
"You have no authority over me." She said after a moment catching her breath." Only the Goddess-"
" Will not protect you, I'm afraid. I seek the ancient right of retribution to avenge the wrong inflicted upon my family." Meljin said then, almost as an after thought, upturned his palm as the image of the young thief appeared." My grandson. I trust you remember him."
Of course Meljin had sired numerous children and grandchildren through his long eternity from across the multi-verse. This one in particular the result of a largely forgettable union after a riotous, celestial party in Selicia's home reality. Lasting weeks and involving up hundreds of sex workers, doxies and bimbos. But in the end it was more the principal of the matter.
For her part, the Archmagus's face remained stoic. Far too proud to attempt to plead or beg. She simply stared at the simulacrum for a moment before the deity closed his hand crushing it from sight.
"The man who freed you from your eternal imprisonment, the blood of divinity flowing through his veins. And what do you, a mere mortal, do? Condemn him to a life worse than death. Its...unseemly." Meljin said with a very human shrug of his shoulders.
And again would only serve as an embarrassment to Meljin where the other gods were concerned. And he had enough trouble being taken seriously as the "God of Porn" or so they called him behind his back. Listening, recovering from her initial shock, the witch could only raise one eyebrow. A smirk tugging at her lips.
"I don't know...he certainly seemed to be enjoying himself from where I was." She couldn't help but taunt.
Determined if she was going to be smited she wouldn't make it easy for the bastard. A slight sheen of sweet appearing on her tanned, naked skin as, with some effort, she willed her legs to unlock. Feeling the god's power ebb and be pushed back as she rose unsteadily to her feet. Prepared to face death standing.
Of course, Meljin never had any intention of the sort. He was the god of hedonism, lust and desire after all. Seeing destruction as horrendously wasteful when people, body and soul, could be bent to serve his will. Which usually involved fucking as a general rule. The only question was how best the mortal before him could be made to serve.
Effortlessly increasing the projection of his power as Selicia began to feel her body tingle and change...