“Here’s one such incentive…” Alisariah spoke huskily, opening her illusory shirt buttons and letting her dark skinned breasts show on full display, covered solely by a bras that was pulling double duty to contain them.
“Oh.” Tara gasped as she felt a flush to her pale cheeks, felt a trembling heat and need building to a fever pitch between her legs. Damn, when did she get so pent up? She and her boyfriend Tony had just gone at it all the way to dawn last night. “I mean that might win a few people over, but I’m sure many more would stand by their principles, protect the world from her.”
“Protect the world? Oh but that’s just what we’re doing Tara. The humans who took over the world from the elves have done what with it exactly? War? Prejudice? Environmental destruction? The elven empire wasn’t a utopia sure, but their long lives meant they planned so much further ahead, came to solutions to all those issues instead of resorting immediately to the most chaotic solution.” As Alisariah orated, she cast her illusion more and more aside. She let her hair grow longer and wild, let her ears lengthen, let the spells tattooed on her body illuminate as her clothes vanished and let her body manifest in all its glory.
“That… those are some good points actually…” Tara stared up at the taller, more imposing elven sorceress in her true form. Unbeknownst to her, she was unconsciously rubbing her breasts with one hand, as her graphic tee started straining against her even more natural endowments.
“Plus… who could say no to a body like this?” Alisariah purred as she reclined out on her couch as it began transitioning back into her massive royal throne.
“Mhmm… not me, that’s for sure…” Tara moaned as she winced, feeling her bras strain against her bosom, and her underwear soaking wet.
“Then don’t…” Alisariah encouraged, as she opened her legs, revealing her plump, heated lower lips. “You know what to do…” she cooed.
Without further prompting, Tara approached on her knees up to Alisariah’s body, shivering in the cold as with but a snap of her fingers, her shirt, jeans, shoes, underwear, all of it turned to mist that slipped off her body. “No need for all that, is there?” She whispered to her.
“Not at all…” Tara answered with a groan as her now liberated breasts again tingled and grew. She was already a somewhat busty woman, her chest was now a buxom sight to behold, large enough to have a hypnotic jiggle with nearly her every movement… “oooh… Alice? Did you know that I have a thing for big boobs?” She asked as she ran her fingers along Alisariah’s thighs, teasing upward toward her womanhood.
“It’s Queen Alisariah now, but yes. The transformation brings out exactly what you’d most enjoy from it. What about you though? You can’t just be a Tara anymore, what’s your true name?”
“…Tarravel, the River Maiden.” She answered as she ran her tongue along Alisariah’s needful slit, and began to pleasure her. The High Elf moaned heartily, her thick thighs fixing tight around her head. “Mhmm… welcome, kinswoman…” she purred.
Alisariah smirked as she felt her soft lips turn pouty and luscious the moment she started drinking up the High Elf’s nectar. Her hips widening out to somewhat balance the enormous breasts sitting on her chest. Her blue eyes turned a bright aquamarine as her colored hair stained an actual natural azure whilst the ponytail lengthened all the way past her back and down her legs, ending nearly at her very feet. Tarravel was a river maiden, a wood elf bound to sparkling pools in the deep forest and babbling brooks. She could feel her connection already deepening to every river for mikes around, flowing through magical leylines into her body like blood through her veins.
“And what a beautiful elf you will be…” panted Alisariah as she came down from an orgasm delivered by Tarravel’s skillful tongue. She didn’t stay relaxing for long though, as she sharply tugged Tarravel’s long ponytail, pulling her up into her lap. “Now see for yourself…” she whispered in her ear as the sorceress conjured a full length silver mirror in front of them. She spun Tarravel around on her lap so she could see herself full-on while Alisariah caressed her bosom and administered her ministrations with two fingers onto her increasingly sensitive pleasure zones.
Tarravel watched through half lidded eyes as she continued to change while the high elf coaxed out an orgasm like nothing she would feel before. She mewled in ecstatic grace as her ears shot up into sweeping points, fluttering on her head as she slipped into mind-altering pleasure from her loins gushing from Alisariah’s assertive her affectionate touch.
Tarravel smiled in ultimate euphoria as she stroked her refined cheekbones, her heart shaped face, her silken and alluring azure locks. “Very convincing my lady…” she cooed as the two shared a tender and affectionate kiss.