Hela stood in the moonlit bedchamber, her childhood room. The windows were open to the night, the cool autumn breeze was slipping through the lace curtains that billowed gently like sails on a calm sea, carrying the scent of lavender from the fields below, mingled with the faint, earthy aroma of the estate's ancient gardens under Liza's enduring spells. The room itself was a relic of her past. A simple chamber in the west wing of the estate, with whitewashed stone walls that absorbed the moonlight, casting a silvery glow over the wooden floors that were polished to a sheen from decades of quiet footsteps. The bed was large for her small frame. Its four posts were carved with subtle runes that Liza had etched when Hela was an infant. The mattress was soft with down and wool that cradled her body like a mother's embrace, the blankets folded neatly at the foot, waiting for her to collapse into them after her long travels. A small desk by the window held a candle whose flame flickered in the breeze, the wax scented with herbs from Maelle's kitchen, casting dancing shadows across the walls where faded drawings from Hela's youth hung like the ghosts of innocence. The air tasted of lavender and power, the floral sweetness undercut by the subtle tang of mana from the estate's wards, a constant reminder that this was no ordinary home, but a sanctuary built on Liza's arcane legacy.

     She was alone in the room, the estate quiet at this hour, Maelle was asleep in the main house after their emotional reunion dinner where tears had flowed freely. Luckily, Maelle had not heard many of the rumors, and the event with the Empress was new enough that the legends were still brewing. Liza would have likely heard everything with her connections, so Liza's absence on a research trip was a kind of relief. Hela wanted to see her matriarch badly, but there was a lot to talk about. The entire west wing was left to Hela's devices, perfect for her needs.

   She was ready, the excitement bubbling within her, a thrill that made her heart race under her nightdress, the fabric loose and soft against her skin. She had spent three days planning since arriving, days filled with walks in the lavender fields under the crisp sun and in the cool air. She had spent the nights in the estate's library pouring over Liza's tomes, focusing on refinements and disguises, her quill scratching crude notes on how to weave stable changes and manage the mana drain, the knowledge building her confidence.

   A name had come first. "Veyra the Stormblade," she whispered to herself now, the sound low and commanding, evoking images of a magic warrior from the old tales, fierce and unyielding. An appearance followed, sketched on parchment to refine the details of height, build, and other features that would hide the quiet Hela beneath a facade of power. Then story to tie it all together. A wandering sorceress from a fallen house, seeking revenge and lost knowledge in ruins and estates.

  She closed her eyes, standing in the center of the room in front of a large mirror. Doors locked, windows closed. The candlelight bathing her pale skin, her nightdress slipping from her shoulders to pool at her feet. Her small breasts rising with deep breaths. She sculpted, drawing from the infinite pool with precise weaves, the power responding to her will like clay in a master's hands.

  Height first. From five-foot-four to six-foot-two, the growth a slow stretch that tingled through her bones, her legs lengthening, spine extending, the sensation like pulling taffy warm from the fire. Her balance shifted as she towered over her former self in the mirror, her wide eyes reflecting the change with wonder, the new stature making the room feel smaller, her head closer to the beamed ceiling. Shoulders broad, arms corded with muscle that rippled under her skin, the mana weaving fibers stronger, denser, her waist carved narrow like a statue chiseled by an artist, hips flared wide like a war-drum ready to beat, the curves adding a feminine power that made her run her hands over them, feeling the firmness.

  Breasts came next. From small swells to heavy, dense, impossibly perky. Each one a with a perfect swelling outward, the weight pulling down pleasantly, thick nipples already hard and sensitive, pebbling further as cool drafts brushed them, sending sparks to her core. There was something about breasts that made her feel so confident and desirable. Perhaps it was a physical representation that she was now a whole woman, a full sorceress.

Ass followed. Round, firm, nearing obscene, the cheeks lifting and filling out with a bounce that she tested with a slap, the sound echoing sharply, the sting sweet. Her posterior was muscled and heavy, and dimples formed when she flexed her legs in certain positions. Perfect.

  And the cock last. She started at nine-and-a-half inches. Only Cynthia had come close to that, apart from the Empress of course. Even the sorceresses from the north weren't quite that big. She was sure it would cause quite the stir. It was very thick, maybe even thicker than the Empress. She was feeling proud, the length extending from her mound with a throb that made her gasp, flushed dark with veins pulsing with a subtle glow in the darkness. Then she pushed, the mana surging, ten inches, the girth thickening, eleven, the curve upward more pronounced, twelve, the head flaring wider, thirteen, a raging, upward-curved saber, thicker than her own new and much larger forearm, the weight heavy between her legs, swaying as she shifted.

  She gazed on her new form with her new blue eyes, her new form staring back. Veyra the Stormblade. Tall and commanding, muscles defined but feminine, breasts heaving with each breath, ass curved perfectly, the thirteen-inch cock throbbing upright, a weapon of pleasure and power. She smiled, slow, predatory, the expression foreign on Hela's face but fitting the Veyra mask, her blue eyes piercing in the moonlight. “Call me Veyra,” she said, her voice carrying a low thunder, deeper with the mana weave she added, resonating in her chest. “Veyra the Stormblade.”

    She spent the first hour simply touching and practicing poses, stances, sitting, standing, walking. Marveling at the weight of her new breasts, cupping them with large hands, the fullness overflowing her palms, nipples hardening under her thumbs as she rolled them, sending jolts to her core, her thirteen-inch cock twitching in response. The flex of her thighs as she shifted weight, muscles rippling under smooth skin, the power making her feel invincible. The throb of her new cock, heavy and insistent, her hand wrapping around the base, the girth too thick for fingers to meet, stroking slowly, watching luminous essence bead at the slit, her breaths quickening as pleasure built.

  She came hard and sudden. Thick ropes arcing across the room, splattering the mirror in glowing streaks that sizzled faintly, the release explosive, her body shaking as waves crashed through her, the mana amplifying every pulse. She badly wanted to go further, the excitement building with the heartbeat in her chest, her body humming with the need to explore.

 She restrained herself and cleaned up. She reduced her cock back to the more manageable nine or so inches. She had other things to do tonight. For a while, she wandered around the estate in her new form, testing the estates watchfulness, practicing her stealth and movement with her new body. She was much larger and needed to acquaint herself with her new body mechanics. Guards patrolled the grounds, and Veyra spent hours eluding their detection, speeding off like a fleeting shadow if guards sensed any noise or movement. She would need to get new clothes, especially something to use in battle or for sneaking around like this.

 She quickly grew tired of this new game. It was not the challenge she had hoped for. The guards were lazy, playing games or eating and drinking. Most of them barely went outside except to piss. Most of the guards were human males, and it seemed they were simply given guard duty as busy work while they waited to breed. What were they guarding? Sorceresses? The most powerful beings in existence? There were a few low rank Sorceresses commanding the guards, and they were all sleeping.

  She sighed and pondered her options. There were a few places she wanted to sneak into here at the estate, but she could probably do that anytime. She might even be able to get explicit permission once Liza returned. She would wait. There were several other places that she was told to stay away from as a younger child, due to dangerous beasts or unsafe conditions. She had always been curious of those areas, and she decided to check them out as Veyra.

  Most of the beasts in the forest surrounding the estate were peaceful. There were very few dangerous animals or predators. Sorceresses were very adept at eliminating dangerous beasts and they took care of most natural threats long ago. There were only a few that remained, and they were very rare and hard to find. There was a predator called a Shather. Very stealthy and only attacked non-mana users. Somehow, they were able to detect if their prey was able to use magic, and they would flee immediately at any sign. This was partly why Hela was not allowed to roam alone, since she had no mana as a young child. She would have been a prime target for one of these dark monsters, and they were wide ranging. Anytime they detected mana, they would flee for miles and find a new habitat. Hela did not expect to encounter one of these now, and it was refreshing to wander the woods without fear of this beast anymore. Veyra was the predator now.

  The only other major threat in the forests near the estate were the Covens, often disguised as travelers or merchants. They would abduct anyone they could find for their slave camps. Most of the evil Covens had goals like that, gather slaves or hostages. There were a few that only had mayhem and violence as their goals. Veyra found herself standing near a small cave, listening to one such deviant group murdering a poor human boy. She probably was already too late to save the boy, but his dying gasps and pleas as they sat around a fire were so shocking to her that she just stood there for several minutes at the mouth of the cave, watching the shadows play out the scene. The horror of the scene was not what she expected to find that night. She was not prepared for something like this. She had two warring personalities inside her, freezing her in place. One was a young woman who was frozen in fear and terror at the grotesque behavior, hearing herself in those pleas for mercy. She would have been just such a hapless victim.

 The other was a vengeful goddess, watching and waiting to see just how much justice should be granted to the evildoers. Somewhere between her two personalities she realized that someone should put the boy out of his misery, but almost immediately, one of the shadows decided the boy was making too many annoying sounds, and Veyra saw the distended shadow of a sword slash, heard a short gurgle and then the silence of death. She fell forward one step into the cave as the gurgling ceased. Then another, dragging the terror-stricken young girl along with her. Soon, she was standing over them in the darkness behind the firelight. She was frozen again at the sight of the boy, or what was left of him. Skin flayed, limbs removed, one eye gone. 

 Inside by the fire, there were three other people. Monsters. Things. Her mind fought over what to call them. Two were preparing a thigh near the fire, obviously not their first morsal of the evening. Hela saw bits of the boy's body strewn about the cave, bones smoldering in the flames. Toes, fingernails, hair. Hela was wincing with nausea. Veyra was pulsing with rage. The third thing in the cave was reclining on a seat shaped rock, nibbling on an ear out of boredom. That one seemed to be the leader and was the first to notice Veyra. Veyra's eyes were beginning to glow in the darkness. Hela had managed to overcome her resistance and fear and had chosen to fully embody Veyra to exact revenge for the poor boy. She collapsed the cave entrance behind her and squatted down at eye level with the two sitting on the floor.

  The leader leapt up, trying to fan away the dust from the collapse. "How did you get past our wards?! What have you done!", she was wild with confusion and fear. Veyra just waited there, flexing, clearly enraged. "What do you want!", the leader tried shouting. Veyra slowly stood and lifted one of the cannibals with her, the dust twirling up around them. She lifted the thing like it was nothing, using only one arm. Veyra fought with herself to kill this thing, squeezing it's neck ever so slightly, increasing the pressure as she gained courage and determination. If she needed more, she looked down to the boy and back again to the thing that was now writhing in her grip. Bones started to creak, eyes bulged, feet kicked the air as Veyra closed her hand.

  She dropped the limp corpse and picked up the other terror-stricken thing with the other arm, wiping the spittle and blood off her hand onto the thing's robes. She killed quicker this time, and the leader fired off a few weak spells as she realized she would likely be next. These must be very weak sorceresses, preying on defenseless humans. The attacks were so weak, the only effect on Veyra was that she felt surprised for a moment at how little they affected her new body. 

  The fire began to fade as it consumed the remaining air in the small space. Veyra killed the second thing and threw it against the wall behind the leader with enough force to splatter bodily fluid all over her backside. At this point, the leader was begging. "Stop. You don't have to do this. I have other hostages. I'll take you to them if you let me live. You can save them!" Veyra stopped. "Take me", she ordered. The leader nodded, but then sheepishly gestured to the dying fire and the collapsed tunnel. Veyra lifted a palm and blasted a completely new tunnel. She grabbed the leader by the hair and dragged her out of the smoke and dust, pinning her against a tree by the throat. "Which way", she hissed. The leader pointed weakly to the south. Veyra yanked her by the hair and dashed in that direction. Stopping to pin the thing against another tree and ask the same question a few minutes later.

 They kept on for roughly an hour. Veyra didn't bother to ask for detailed directions, she felt that the hair dragging and the tree pinning was a necessary feature of their journey. The leader was a torn mess as they approached a larger camp. By this time, they were far away from Liza's estate. Veyra wasn't exactly sure where they were. There were many wagons and beasts of burden, but it looked like a normal merchant camp. Veyra slowly walked to the center and tossed the leader into the fire. Her robes ignited and she screamed, jumped out of the fire, and danced around trying to remove her robes.

  As she danced, Veyra was vaguely reminded that she was still totally naked, her huge cock dangling in the night air. The leader's screams and fiery antics brought the whole camp out of their rest.  Soon there was a circle of other people around the fire, giving Veyra a wide berth. One helped the leader up, calling her "Cessar", and hugging her like a reunited lover. Cessar was in terrible shape, even before being tossed into the fire. Veyra had not given her an easy journey. An important looking merchant woman stepped forward tentatively in Veyra's direction. A sorceress's bodily features typically would give a rough estimate of one's magical prowess, and Veyra looked like a goddess from a myth or legend.

 "Please", the woman was pleading. "What is going on here?" Veyra paused, not really sure what to do at this point. Cessar was practically unconscious. Who were these people? Were they part of it? Had she been tricked by Cessar? Veyra stood up to her full height and demanded "Who are you?" in a deep tone. The woman jumped at the powerful voice and begged again. "Please, we're simple travelers and merchants. Cessar is one of our guards. What is going on? Please tell us."

  Just then, one of the wagon doors burst open and a form fell out onto the ground. Another victim, missing several limps, and clearly missing their tongue as they tried to groan, "Heewlp meeee". A half-naked sorceress jumped out of the wagon and skewered the disfigured form on the ground with a silvery sword and wiped the blade on the body with a disgusted but satisfied look on her face, like she had just put down vermin she'd caught in the food supply. The woman that had been pleading in front of Veyra rolled her eyes in annoyance, and spit in the sword wielding sorceresses' direction. The sorceress looked confused but then noticed Veyra and gulped loudly.

  Veyra shot a lance of mana to the head of the sword wielder, but it was deflected. The pleading woman had cast some kind of ward and was looking at Veyra with a bemused look on her face. "Pure mana?" she chided. "What are you?" She then took a moment to cast another spell. This time mana formed itself into a ball of fire with strange lines of fire encircling the orb, and Veyra had a moment to gaze at it while the woman said "That's a very big cock, but do you know how to cast spells?" She let it fly into Veyra's torso, and Veyra was engulfed in flames as she was thrown outside the circle of the camp by the explosion. Somehow, the woman had made a spell that directed the explosion only at Verya, and it felt very powerful. It had no effect on Veyra however, and Veyra stood up again, casting aside a burning tangle of trees and vines.

  "Hmm, not a mark on you", the fireball sorceress tapped her lips with her finger. "You are going to be very tough, I can tell by the cock", and she thought for a moment as Veyra began moving toward her again. She started another spell, but Veyra was already behind her, and wrapped her arms around the sorceress. Veyra felt pressure against her arms, pushing them apart. Some kind of protection ward was fighting against her strength. She could see glowing rings around her arms, and glowing lines pushing her forearms away from the sorceress. She increased her squeeze and soon the rings and lines began hissing and disintegrating in the air as the sorceress's mana faltered. "What are you?!", she wheezed.

  What happened next was almost an accident. Veyra had intended to question the sorceress, but as the protection spell failed, Veyra's arms suddenly had no more resistance against them. The vastly increased strength Veyra used to counter the spell crushed the sorceress in her arms, completely collapsing her ribs and chest into paste. It happened so fast. Veyra stood there in shock as the bottom of the sorceress tore off and fell to the ground, and the head wobbled limply to the side. Veyra was covered in blood and let the head and shoulders of the sorceress fall to the ground. Another woman shouted "Minea!! NO!" and started calling to her compatriots to attack Veyra.

  Many were already running away, which Veyra took as admission of guilt. She steadied her mind and emotions and grimly set about firing her lances into the backs of the cowards. This is what she wanted. She faced the oncoming attackers. Some seemed to be using swords while the others readied spells. Veyra made the novice mistake of assuming these were just sword attacks but quickly found out that the swords were used to deliver powerful magic attacks. Somehow, they were using magic to increase the force of their attacks. They hadn't covered this at the college yet, Hela had ignored swords and dueling completely. Veyra was thrown back by a piercing attack, the tip of the sword covered in glowing light that exploded with enough force to send her flying into wagon. Veyra picked herself up and was horrified to find herself buried in body parts. Apparently, this was their food store.

  The sword fighters fought bravely but were soon dead. Veyra had resorted to using her speed to dodge the sword attacks and simply ripped the arms off the fighters. She had tried shooting mana toward them, but the other sorceresses seemed to have some simple counter. She couldn't get any of her attacks thru, they were all blocked or disrupted by those strange lines and rings in the air. Veyra obviously had a lot of learning left to do. She cautiously approached the remaining three spell casters, but it looked like they were running out of mana. One was clearly faltering, and Veyra tried flicking a tiny rock at her head. The rock went in and blasted her brains out behind her. The other two dropped to their knees and started begging. "Please, just take our mana. We surrender." Veyra knew what this meant, and despite herself, her cock twitched and began to harden.

  She swore. She swore at her cock. They had invoked the code. Sorceresses were supposed to adhere to the code, even for enemies. There was a chance that a sorceress could survive a mana drain and live without magic for the rest of their shortened lives. They would live in exile and die from age or disease like a human. She didn't give a fuck. She had spent so much of her life as a dud, she had never been expected to live or behave like a sorceress, why start now? The two sorceresses looked relived and stood. They removed their clothes and eyed Veyra's cock with lust, like it was a last meal. They approached, and Hela cut off their heads with a sword in a flash. They probably didn't even realize what happened. Veyra swore again. That was more mercy than they likely deserved. She was alone now. Hela sat on the ground and sobbed. Anyone looking on the scene might have started laughing at the sight. A massive sorceress, muscle bound and hung like a horse, weeping into the dirt amid a pile of her slain enemies like a chastised child.

  Hela soon heard sounds of captives trying to get her attention, and she snapped herself out of her trauma induced pity session. She was Veyra. This is what she wanted. She stood and wiped her face, smearing dirt and blood that removed the evidence of her tears. She went to each wagon, releasing captives that were various states of being eaten. Many were whole, probably the healthier or prettier ones that would keep longer. She didn't know what to do with them. She couldn't take them to the estate, could she? They gathered around her. There were human men, women, and children. There was one sorceress. They all waited for her to say something. Veyra managed to get out "I am Veyra the Stormblade", in her booming voice, but immediately panicked at how adolescent and idiotic she sounded. Here they were, victims of abduction and cannibalism, and she was pretending a childish dream of heroism. "I will help you", she said in a much gentler voice.

  They didn't seem to care about her strange bravado. They celebrated and thanked her. The other sorceresses walked up to Veyra. "My name is Resh Verona". Hela balked but kept her composure. This was one of her own sisters. She had heard of her, but Liza had countless children from ages past and scattered all over the empire. Veyra nodded in greeting. "My house and it's estate is nearby, we can probably find safe haven there. I don't know what you are or where you came from but thank you". Veyra nodded again, noting some of the children pointing at her cock with shocked looks on their faces. She was suddenly very self-conscious. What kind of naive idiot was she? Roaming the dangerous countryside fully naked?

  She chided herself again as she tried to listen to Resh speak. "I will be frank with you, hopefully you understand the consequences of what you've done. I watched you fight. You're not trained at all. You have broken many laws and customs and risked the lives of these people. If you try to return these people to their homes, there will be many questions". Veyra nodded and started getting very nervous. "It's still very dangerous, many of the Coven's raiders are hunting right now. You killed their leader, I'm not sure how. She was so powerful". Veyra raised an eyebrow. She would likely need to understand what power meant now. Resh started to turn red as she peeked at Veyra's cock. "I can help, but....I need mana", Resh whispered.

   Veyra nodded, and then her eyes popped open as she realized that Resh was asking her for mana. There was only one way to share mana. Resh stammered "Ple...please, I'm exhausted". Veyra nodded. She looked around at the crowd. If there were more raiders coming, she needed to get these people to safety. "Everyone!", she tried to get their attention, even though they were all already staring at her. "Please, go hide in the cliffs until we come and find you. Take whatever you need but move quickly. There are more raiders coming soon. We will take care of them, but you need to be in a safe place". They all nodded and quickly helped each other, grabbing supplies on the way. Veyra waited until they were out of sight and then disposed of the bodies and debris in flashes of magic, pushing it all into a sink hole in the forest. Resh rushed around kicking dirt over the blood and putting wood on the fire. They got the camp into some degree of order and then stood awkwardly beside each other. "Well?", Resh asked, pointing at Veyra's massive throbbing erection. Veyra looked down at her and gave her a nodding shrug. "There is a bed in the leader's wagon", Resh whispered and took Veyra's hand. 

   A band of raiders approached the camp cautiously. Their guards were not on the road. The fire was burning brightly. A wagon was missing. Minea's wagon was shaking violently. They relaxed and sauntered into the camp leading a train of sobbing victims. "Minea's at it again", one laughed. "I almost feel sorry for them", another joked. The wagon burst with light and stopped shaking. A giant stumbled out and confronted them with a huge cock still leaking essence. 

  Veyra was panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. Resh was a vigorous woman, but she was currently unconscious and drooling with a full mana pool in the wagon. The raiders stopped in their tracks, the sorceresses among them immediately identified themselves by their growing erections at the sight of Veyra. "Welcome back", Veyra gasped. She managed to kill most of them immediately. None of them were ready, only a few managed to ward off her mana lances. She killed two of the remaining three with small rocks and captured the last one with the biggest cock. "I invoke the code, I'm very horny", a drunken Veyra hissed in her ear, and ripped off the sorceress's robe. Veyra stood back as the sorceress gathered her feet. "You're insane", she said. "You don't invoke the code if you're winning". Veyra shrugged. "Is this some kind of trick?", the sorceress asked. Veyra shrugged and didn't say a word. "Fine. If you have a death wish, I'll take that chance".

  The sorceress reached into her torn robes and pulled out a coin purse. She found a large coin and tossed it to Veyra. "You flip it", she said. Veyra obeyed. The sorceress looked at the coin on the ground and grinned. Veyra feigned a wince and shrugged again. "Give me that cock, and all your mana while you're at it". Veyra lay down on the ground as directed, holding her cock straight in the air as the other sorceress took her position. She spit in her fingers a few times and moistened Veyra's pole with her hands. She grinned evilly. "It's already wet. Who were you fucking? No matter." She started massaging the tip of Veyra's cock with her pussy, working on stretching herself enough to take it in. Veyra put her hands behind her head and looked bored. "My name is Corin if you need something to scream", she said. "I'm Veyra the Stormblade", Veyra used a mocking tone directed at herself.

 Soon, Corin was panting as her legs gave out. She was fatigued from lifting herself up and down that huge cock and she was racked with orgasms. Veyra shrugged and took over, putting Corin on her back, pounding mercilessly to the hilt. She came inside her, and Corin's screams of ecstasy shattered the quiet forest, her eyes glowing. She filled with essence and mana as the circuit transferred between them and cut off. Veyra was planning on going another round until she looked up and noticed the string of captives with mouths gaping at her. Veyra nodded to them, turned off the ring, and jumped on Corin's cock. She tightened her cunt and worked her magic. Corin was completely out of it. She was laughing in delirious pleasure as she erupted in Veyra's clenching pussy and was rapidly drained to death. It happened very fast, and Veyra was shocked by the familiar feeling of draining a sorceress. Hela had gotten lost in Veyra, but Hela's guilt was quickly wiped from her mind as the vast amount of Veyra's recently deposited mana came rushing back to her across the circuit with Corin's mana in tow.

 It was incredible. She felt intense pleasure radiating from her core, but more than that, it felt like she was gorging herself on her favorite food, the lust and gluttony she felt from draining Taryn was multiplied many times over. She had taken all of Corin's mana plus what they had just refined together. She struggled to breathe. It was almost like she didn't even need to breathe anymore. She stumbled to her feet and looked at the captives again. The look on their faces was something like Veyra's had never seen. It was shock, wonder, amazement, joy, relief, and fear all at the same time. Resh finally tripped down the steps on the wagon and looked around with a shocked expression. Her mouth was hanging open, and she pointed around at the new catastrophe that now covered the camp. Veyra's shrugged and spoke with a slight slur in her voice, "You were sleeping".

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