Jaguar Temple 7

Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry

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#7 of Atlatonin

The next challenge of the goddess of the Jaguar Temple is to experience passion in someone else's form!This is a commission. If you'd like to commission some work from me, please see my Commission Information

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Feliny sits up in the dark. The chamber she's in is still warm, but she finds herself covered. She pulls the sheets off of her and looks down, only to gasp in a voice not her own. She stumbles to her, no, his feet and runs his hands down over his strong, broad, masculine body. "The hell...?'' His voice is deep, his timbre low.

"You must learn all about the goddess to learn all the mysteries of the goddess," comes Alli's voice. The goddess steps out from the outside, standing in the doorway with her body on full display. "And to do that, you need to know what it was like to serve me."

"As a man?"

"I'm the goddess here," she says, giggling. "And this is no ordinary man. He was one of my greatest champions--stronger than any panther and with a virile body that sired many heirs. Many of them still live here today, though you wouldn't recognize them as human."

"The beastfolk?..." he growls.

"Now, then... you'll never return to your own self unless you please me with that dick you've pleased yourself with earlier."

The man stares down between his legs, recognizing the throbbing, hard member as the one the statue must have been based on. This revelation is shocking, yes, but not enough to distract Feliny from a question burning in her mind.

"And Sandro?"

"He's going through a similar challenge right now. Don't you worry about him."

Feliny steps forward, placing her hands upon Alli's shoulders. He then pulls the goddess in, feeling that smooth, soft elven body press against his rough masculine warrior build. He brings his lips to hers, kissing her, sliding his tongue inside the woman's mouth.

Alli groans, gripping onto his butt. The warrior slides his rough hands down over her soft body and lifts her up, pinning her up against the wall.

She squeals with delight.

He slides his dick inside of her folds and thrusts without any sense of foreplay.

"Aah, yes... yes... that's it... ignore any chance to warm up... and think specifically with your dick!" She gasps, wrapping her legs around the warrior's body, biting her lip and leaning in, wrapping her arms around the warrior's shoulders. The goddess grunts and moans as the warrior thrusts into her, going deeper and deeper and deeper.

The warrior can feel every inch of the goddess's inner body, his rod hard as he pumps deep into her. He grunts and snorts, the hot breath panting onto the elven body's cheek and neck. Through her gasping, the goddess goads him on with her sweet suggestions. "Feliny, yo... you were always... so... so dominant..." she begins. "Aah... You never, mmm, thought of... ah yourself, as the mmmm weak waif."

The warrior housing Feliny's soul grunts, dropping to his knees and lowering the goddess to the floor. He grabs her legs, lifting them up over his shoulders and pressing down into her, filling her, pounding her with every last inch of his cock! His response also comes with a roar of primal lust and of his frustration and his anger.

"Yes!" The goddess screams. "You realize that you are what you truly are!" she says, hands up and running through her hair. "Fill me with your devotion, and you shall both see the end of this trial with new eyes!"

"Shut it!" Feliny snarls. Her cock head runs over the G-spot as it flares up in its desire. He gives rough rubs to that one little area, sending the elf trapped within the goddess over the edge in streaming squirts.

The warrior grits his teeth, throwing his head back and letting out a long, suppressed groan as he feels the seed shoot out of his cock for the first time ever. That expulsion of jizz mixed with the fulfillment of all that buildup sends him over the edge. He collapses onto the ground next to the goddess.

She pulls out from him, his cum oozing out from her filled-up hole, panting, playing with herself. "Oh, yes, Feliny, you'll do quite nicely, indeed." She licks her lips, tilting her head back, "and Sandro is doing nicely, too...

Sandro lays in the dark chamber, stirring, his balance odd and different. When he finally adjusts to the darkness, he finally realizes why he feels a soft squish at his chest on the cold stone floor. Laying naked on the ground, his--her nipples perk and are stimulated by the rough stone. Sandro is no longer the slightly effeminate man that he used to be. She is a woman with long hair that drapes over her shoulders and rests upon her back. With a squeak, she pushes herself up, only to feel a firm grip on her shoulder.

That's when Alli, or at least, she thinks it's Alli, leans in. The elf's voice is smooth but masculine. His jawline is a little sharper, and his nose just a bit pointier. The difference between a male and a female elf are subtle, but they are not impossible to see,

And the thing stroking at Sandro's butt is impossible to miss as well!

Sandro scrambles, but the goddess grabs around her, gripping at her chest. "You seek the knowledge you could never possess," he whispers to her." How about the knowledge of what it is like to be a woman?"

The goddess pinches the nipple, letting a gasp echo out from Sandro's mouth. "What have you... mmn..."

"Don't you worry... this isn't your body," the goddess coos. "I've done something far more interesting to that vessel. Right now, though," he says, groping the chest, running the cock up along her crack, "I've given you the body of one of my priestesses. They served me well, acting as a representative of mine in ritual rites and determining my will when I was too busy or bored to make a direct call. Of course, sometimes, I'd sneak in as a male client of theirs to see if they were doing their jobs properly. Consider this a first-hand look at a performance evaluation.

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Without more to it, the male the goddess possess slides that cock deep inside of the female with Sandro's mind. Sandro gasps, feeling her body spreading apart in ways she never had as a man. That warmth and fullness fill her up in ways that make her...

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