In which some of my old dickish self re-emerges

Sorel was a lot quicker on the uptake than Aliandra and Ev were. It took a lot of explaining to get the Amazon twins up to speed.

"Let me get this straight," one said (seriously, even they couldn't tell each other apart at this point). "You're actually a goddess now?"

"Pretty much. I'm immortal, and I have all her powers."

"But you're a goddess of lust. Not that there's anything wrong with that."

"Your point?" I was getting a little irritated.

"No point. We just never thought of you as the divine type, Quinn. Especially not the female god type."

The other one chimed in. "Why don't you just turn back to the way you used to look. Why not change us all back?" OK, that one must have been Ev.

"Perhaps I don't want to," I said. "Look, this is who I am now. I'm still Quinn in the way I think and act, but my soul is that of the goddess. My goal is to do her will now."

"So you won't change us back?" Ev asked the question, but I could see Sorel looking on with interest, too, waiting for my answer.

"I don't think you get who I am. I am the Goddess of Desire and Sex. If I'm going to change you, it's going to be like this."

I didn't wave my and or even blink, but the power to change them clearly came from within me. Under my power, Ev and Aliandra started to lose their hard muscles, becoming more soft and feminine with each passing heartbeat. Their breasts ballooned to gigantic proportions. larger than the magnificent racks that Sorel and I sported.

"Looking good, ladies," I said, smiling.

"You shit!" Aliandra snapped. "You said that you wouldn't toy with us like this anymore." Her arousal was plain to see, as her chainmail bikini had snapped away to reveal her magnificent tits in all their glory.

"The old Quinn made that promise," I said. "I need you two to help me spread my blessings to the world. It will be fun. I promise."

"If you think for one second that..." Ev began. I cut her off by snapping my fingers. I didn't really need to, but it got her attention. A change came over her face as I gave her the gift of pleasure. Aliandra felt it too. Soon their hands strayed to their sexes, and they gave each other a look. A moment later, they were rolling on the floor, making wild passionate love to each other.

Sorel watched the two with detached interest. "When will they come out of it?" she asked.

"Um, never, really," I said. "But they will learn to focus it. And their kiss is contagious. Whoever they kiss will become like them."

"You mean uncontrollably horny?"

"Sort of. And they'll also become big-breasted bimbos as well."

"Even the men?"

"Of course."

"You're obsessed, you know that?"

"What can I say?"

In which I kick ass like I was always meant to

I turned around slowly, surveying the room I had never left as if I had never seen it before. The remains of my friends and companions lay strewn around the room. The lich's face showed triumph and glee, insofar as it could show any emotion at all. Its hands crackled with three live spells.

"I shall enjoy watching you beg for mercy, century after tortured century," it sneered, right before he hurled his spells at me. They fizzled and died en route to my flawless body.

"An ignorant trick!" he cried, not fully comprehending what had happened to me. I did not move, curious about the depth of my new strength, and he unleashed two more spells in my direction. I raised my hand and caught them in midair, a ball of raw arcana hovering in the space between us.

"It is no trick, monster," I said calmly. "Your time is up, and it time to pay the demons to whom you sold your soul long ago." I flicked my wrist and changed the ball of arcana, sending it back of the lich. It wrapped around him like a robe, and he started to turn to dust before my eyes. Faint shapes, monstrous beings, could be seen swirling around him, and I knew that whatever he had planed for me was nothing compared to the eternal torments which now awaited him.

Then I reached down, picked up the Heart of Darkness, and crushed it in my hand. I heard every undead spirit in the manor wail in anguish as I released them into the void simultaneously. The manor was cleansed forever.

The bonds holding Sorel had disintegrated with the death of the lich, and she fell to the floor, gasping and sobbing. I was by her side in an instant. When I touched her, I could feel power jump from my fingertips to her body, and she sat up. While she was still exhausted, her injuries had vanished.

"Quinn, you're different," she said. A 'thank you' would have been nice, but she had been through a lot.

"I'm still me," I said. "But I'm so much more. Tama Hama, the goddess who made us into what we are, she joined with me. Her power is in me."

"Tama Hama the Slut?" Sorel asked, using the common name, which now irritated me, for some reason.

"Be careful," I said. "You're talking about the goddess who granted you your immortal body."

"And turned me into a fuck machine," Sorel said. "How could you make a deal with a creature like that?"

Clearly Sorel was not seeing things clearly. "Look, this deal destroyed the evil that infested the manor. It saved us from the lich."

"Not all of us," Sorel said sadly, looking at the remains of our other friends.

I waved my hand, and Ev and Aleandra started to show signs of life. They slowly got to their feet, clearly confused about what had happened. Another wave and the bits of dwarf scattered around the room started to reassemble themselves into our last companion.

"I don't see any dead people," I said. Sorel gave me a look, one that I had never seen before. Part of her was frightened, but there was also adoration in her eyes.

Amazons in Love

Ev and Aleandra share a moment. I think Ev is the one who left her bracers on. Doesn't really matter because after I caught them doing this, they both kicked my ass.

But it was worth it.

A new look for Ev and Aliandra

I was never happy with how the first portrait of Aliandra came out. Here is the new, official portrait of the Amazon babe.

In which I choose my destiny

I made the decision quickly. I didn't say it was easy, though. Imagine being told that your whole life was a lie. That the thing you most valued, freedom, was all an illusion made to serve the purpose of some higher being. Did I think she might have been lying? Not really. She communicated to me more directly in such a way that I knew I was hearing the truest truth I had ever heard spoken.

To accept myself as her vessel would mean to give up everything I knew and liked about myself. Not just my freedom, but my adventuring career, my dashing good looks, my charm. I've never been one for the god stuff, and becoming a vessel of Tama Hama meant I would have to dedicate my lifetime--no, strike that. I would have to dedicate eternity to fucking and getting other people to fuck. I know, it could have been worse, but as I said, it was not an easy decision.

But I made it. And truth be told, the reason I made it had nothing to do with myself. I guess that means I had finally grown to the point where I did what needed to be done.

I stepped back into that reality. I was still Quinn. But I was also the goddess Tama Hama, Mistress of Lusts. I was reborn into the world, and it was now mine to play with.

In which I get offered the chance of a lifetime. Or many, many lifetimes.

So if you asked me to describe what the realm of Tama Hama was like, I would throw a bunch of meaningless metaphors at you. What I saw and heard and smelled was beyond anything my senses could comprehend, and any words I used to describe what I did comprehend would fall far short of the essence of the place. So let me simply say that it was lush. Every sense of mine was exploding with pleasure at the same time. I wouldn't quite call it joy, for it was a physical rather than a spiritual contentment. It was a physical pleasure both refined and explosive, and all parts of my body thrilled at once. In Tama Hama's realm, there was no up nor down, just sheer pleasure of being.

Then she was before me. I saw a reflection of myself (and Sorel) but I also saw every image of female beauty I had ever seen or dreamed. There was no doubt I was in the presence of a goddess. I know I should have been terrified, but I knew beyond all doubt that she was my goddess, and that I was thoroughly her worshiper.

When she spoke, it was pure sound, spoken directly to my soul, raising me to a new plateau of exquisite pleasure.

"You are the first mortal to cross this barrier in many centuries. Why have you come?" I knew she already knew the answer. She could read it directly from my soul, but I also knew that my response was an important part of the ritual dance we were going through.

"I needed to cleanse a house of an evil taint. Your shrine was neglected and forgotten, until my friend Sorel awakened it. When I awoke in this body, I knew who you were, and what had to be done to restore you to your place in the world."

"Your friend agreed to accept my gift. You did not choose to become my servant. Yet you are here and he is not. Do you know why?"

I didn't really. There was no need to answer. The goddess continued.

"You are here because I chose you. Since the beginning of time, you have always been the one who would carry my power back into the world. All of your life has led you to this point: winning the manor, discovering my shrine, your transformation. But your destiny is yours to embrace only if you choose to embrace it."

"I can go back?"

"I can return you to what you once were. Your destiny would be your own for the first time in your life. You would be a man again, free to choose your path and win your fortune. You would live, win glory, and die. But if you choose to become my vessel, all of my power will be yours. You and I shall be one. We shall walk the mortal realm forever, bringing the joy of lust and desire where it is needed."

"Do I need to answer now?"

"You cannot leave here until you do."

I knew there was no point in delaying. My mind had been made up before I even came to this place.

In which poop and fan are introduced to each other

We took a day to gather ourselves. We all stayed clear of the manor as we laid our plans. We now saw the building itself as an enemy, a sentient piece of architecture that had changed and twisted us as part of some mad design. The lich sought power, but his insane plans were just part of the consciousness of that awful house.

I laid out our plans. There now seemed to be no question that I was in charge, or that we would follow my plan. Maybe it was the power that was not in me, but I think it was more than that. The others listened to me because I acted like I knew what I was doing, and they trusted me to make a good decision for them. It was a strange sensation, but I kind of liked it.

The manor seemed to know that something was up, and it sent an army of ghouls after us that night as we readied our assault for the next morning. We must have killed dozens in the moonlight, and we were greeted with a mountain of rotting flesh from the twice-slain creatures when the sun rose the next morning. It was now or never.

We fought our way back into the manor, and it seemed that we faced a new undead horror at every turn. I had a good sense of the layout of the place, now, so I knew exactly where we were heading. I didn't want to waste a single moment until we reached our goal.

The shrine where Sorel was first transformed was my goal, and after three wights, eleven ghouls and thirty-five zombies, we reached it. I helf the Heart in the palm of my hand. The voice in my head was as clear as ever. it was here I would lift the curse.

"Traitors!" a voice shrieked behind me. Oh fucking great. The lich. I should have known this would not be easy. "Give me the Heart, and I will kill you now. Refuse, and I will make you linger in pain forever."

Fortunately, none of the others were in a mood to negotiate. They immediately moved to attack while I made a dash for the altar. I had never seen them so brave or glorious before. They knew they stood no chance in this fight. They faced the lich because they believed in me. I saw Qual blown to bits as he clawed at the undead horror. Sorel was locked in bands of force that caused her to shriek in pain when she struggled against them. Ev and Aliandra were picked up by an unseen hand and flung against a wall, each landing with a sickening splat.

That left him and me alone in the shrine.

"You expect to ask once more?" it sneered. "I shall use your immortality for my pleasure, bringing you a fresh pain each day."

"I expect nothing of you, Rump," I said. With that I touched the Heart to the altar. "Tama Hama, I claim this manor in your name!" I said, invoking the name of the one who had offered me true power.

"NO!" the lich shrieked. Before anything could happen, I was removed from the manor.

I stood before my new goddess.