With a hearty breakfast giving them strength and a preliminary plan in their mind, the party left the dark cave behind. Elena closed up the entrance with her power so that no demon could spot it, and with her new weapon in hand, she finally felt secure in her coming victory.

Climbing through the rough terrain of the Cracked Peaks was far from easy, but with the nimble ranger duo scouting a route, they didn’t run into many problems. Soon enough, the poorly maintained path through the mountains came into view. However, during their approach, one of the rangers heard something echoing off the cliffs.

“Imps, and a whole lot of them.”

The screeching and cawing were unmistakable, but the sheer volume of the noise made it hard to estimate their numbers or where exactly they would be coming from.

“We have to get to flatter ground, now! If they catch us while we're climbing, it will be impossible to defend ourselves.”

Rolan instantly realized the precarious situation the group was in, though. Upon his warning, almost everyone picked up their pace climbing down the stone ridge. The only exception was Ray, who simply transformed into her wolf form and leapt down the imposing drop.

All members of the Beastkin race could technically transform into the animal of their ancestry in times of need, but to do so freely required a special rite of passage. In honor of the God of Animals and the Hunt, his favored children could enter a ritualistic single combat against their animal counterpart. If they won, their god granted them the power to transform at will.

As the enormous black beast, with a shoulder height almost as tall as Rolan standing upright, readied itself for battle, the other five group members took up positions on the road as well. In the background, the flapping of wings, cawing of beaks and ripping of flesh had grown closer with each passing second.

Elena tightened the grip around her sword, when the first demon spawn finally came into view. Originally, these monsters had been all manner of mountain birds with a few cave bats in the mix. After contact with the demonic corruption, though, their bodies had undergone a gruesome transformation. What had once been soft feathers and smooth beaks made way for tough, leathery skin, razor-sharp teeth, and bloodshot eyes that betrayed their owner's unending rage.

Just as the horde of demons was about to reach them, the Blackwolf gave one last howl before every other noise got drowned out. The group's battle plan was simple but effective. Elena and the knight commander would protect the rangers and Tela from the onslaught while they attacked the horde of demons unobstructed. The only party member not in formation was the Blackwolf dashing about the battlefield, but the heroine didn’t worry. Ray's thick fur and animalistic instincts were more than enough protection against the Imps. As soon as the battle had started in earnest, the Beastkin woman was already charging straight for the mass of corrupted creatures.

Every now and then, an overly aggressive Imp would crash into Rolan's tower shield or get bisected by Elena’s new sword. The vast majority of kills, however, came from the three people they were protecting. The two rangers loosened one arrow or small explosive after the other, but the number of targets seemed to only increase with every passing moment. The sheer volume of demons represented an opportunity in and of itself, though. Giving each other a quick nod, the two rangers momentarily stopped their attacks to pull out an unusual weapon.

Originally, the weighted-down ropes and nets they produced had been intended for fishing or setting up traps. In the current situation, they proved more than capable of entangling the mass of wings, teeth, and claws, though. As the Imps were suddenly dragged down or grew disoriented, they hit the hard stone below by the dozens.

Tela, meanwhile, prepared her chants with memorized efficiency. Whenever her focus returned to the battlefield, she unleashed beams of pure fire, arching lightning bolts, or deadly icicle strikes on the Imps. The magical attacks cut through the creatures as if they were made of paper. The smouldering bodies of her victims added to the growing pile of slain demons, assuming there actually was a body left.

Despite the party's efforts, though, the horde of hunger-driven monstrosities seemed endless. The beasts simply crashed against the heroine's group like a wall of corrupted flesh before turning around for another attack. On the fourth pass, Elena saw an opening. The swarm of airborne death had been slowly but surely getting whittled down. In response, some new instinct suddenly spurred the heroine's body forward, much to the surprise of her allies.

Just like the Blackwolf engorging itself somewhere in the carnage, Elena rushed into the demon horde. She was fueled only by the new sensations within her and the power she felt whenever her blade sprayed the dark blood of her victims. The heroine was aware that her impulsiveness put her companions in danger, but she also knew that she could simply heal any injuries later. Despite her armor being drenched in the black, corrupting liquid of her kills, Elena’s face remained perfectly clear. Whenever a drop of the evil fluid landed on her skin, her Goddess-given powers readily absorbed and purified it. The heroine's face shone like a singular point of light in a sea of darkness.

Without even realizing it, the carnage and destruction she brought upon her enemies also aroused a new, unfamiliar feeling within the heroine. Power and domination were mixed with sexual excitement, and the newest addition to Elena's body was pressing painfully against the inside of her armor. Surrounded by the corpses of hundreds of her kills, she let those feelings flow through her and, for a moment, revelled in the newfound strength her weapon gave her.

The demon horde thinned, and their futile attack came to an end. A well-aimed arrow or spell picked off the last stragglers. Elena also gave one last swing of her sword, dispersing the black ooze clinging to the blade. As the blood of her kills came into contact with the demonic bodies below, it dissolved them with the same hunger that had driven the Imps to attack in the first place. A hunger to corrupt… to desecrate… to simply destroy.

Elena lowered Malice, her breath coming in ragged gasps. With the battle over, her adrenaline was slowly flushing out of her system. The sword felt ecstatic at the carnage but the heroine’s focus instead shifted down her own body. In the moment, her arousal had felt good, right even, but now it caused a new warmth in her cheeks as she noticed the straining inside her armor.

“Elena, what the hell was that!?”

Rolan had been about to grab onto the girl’s shoulders but thought better of it as he saw the black liquid clinging to her armor. When she realized how close the man was, Elena instinctively shifted her hips to keep the bulge angled away from him. The movement felt clumsy and uncoordinated. It only sent new heat flooding to her face.

“What was what?”

The heroine’s voice was steady, despite her embarrassment. Obviously, she knew Rolan meant her charge. The reckless charge that had created a gap in their defenses and left Elena panting and shamefully erect. But admitting to her mistake felt even more difficult with the thrill of power still coursing through her veins.

“Don’t play stupid!” Rolan didn’t yell at her. Instead, his words came out with the hidden fury of a seasoned general. “You broke formation and could have gotten yourself killed! Not to mention the risk you put the others in.”

To illustrate his point, Rolan pointed towards the three party members they had both protected at the beginning of the battle. One of the Imps must have gotten Tino on his arm at some point, and his sister was already tending to the wound.

Elena should have felt reprimanded at the sight. Instead, she simply rolled her eyes and approached the two. As she called upon her power, the newly created flesh seamlessly knitted itself into the wound. It was as if the injury had never existed to begin with. The boy seemed grateful for the healing, but his sister glanced back at the heroine, her face sullen with blame.

“There. I handled it.”

Neither Rolan nor the twins answered her. At that moment, Ray finally rejoined the group as well. Shaking herself like a wet dog, the wolf shed a small cloud of thick, gray smoke. As the air cleared, the muscular Beastkin woman already stood in its place. Letting the thrill of the fight out of her system, Ray let out a satisfied sigh. She also kept her distance from the drenched Elena and her black sword. The heroine simply pushed on, the grip on her sword tight as ever.

Afterward, the party collected their shot arrows, slightly ripped-up nets and anything else of use. Although they had made good progress in the preceding hours, the trek through the mountain range was still far from over. By Rolan’s estimate it would take a few more days, so for tonight, the group made camp beneath a small ledge. The outcropping hid them from most angles and semi-effectively kept out the cold. Elena tried to help with the setup as she usually did, but with her new, oozing weapon she wasn’t allowed anywhere near the food or soft furs.

Once the sun vanished behind the mountain peaks, her companions had quickly fallen asleep. The heroine tried to as well, but every time she closed her eyes, today’s battle flashed before them. It wasn’t like the stories she had heard from the veterans and knights. Elena didn’t imagine herself back there, but part of her wished she was.

Every slice, every stab, the Imp’s blood soaking the ground. Elena had killed demons before acquiring the weapon, but it had never felt like this. The biggest difference, of course, was the pressure it stirred between her legs. At the memory, Elena shifted around in her bedroll but the added friction only made the sensation harder to ignore.

“Hey… Elena…” As the heroine tried to regain her composure, a sudden whisper called out to her.

Turning her head, Elena needed a second to fully adjust to the darkness. Ray was standing next to her, but the beastkin was still keeping her distance from the sword and wherever it touched the ground. Seeing the heroine awake, the taller woman pointed to her back. “Your turn on watch.” And with that, Ray already scrambled over to her own bed.

The watch was mercilessly uneventful. Beyond the Cracked Peaks, there was no corruption anywhere close by, and the chance of another Imp horde stumbling upon their hideout was basically zero. In her boredom, Elena tried to study the stars. They shone above the mountain range undeniably beautiful, but her body was too restless to appreciate the sight. Instead, the memories of the battle and its effects on her body soon returned to the forefront of her mind. An echo of her prior excitement was still there, a low thrum calling out to her.

The memories had the heroine’s thighs press together, and her breaths came out as steamy huffs. She was wet, Elena realized. Part of her wanted to indulge the urge directly, but in the end, the heroine had enough composure to resist.

As the heroine tried to calm down, though, her body still didn’t comply. Every steadying lungful of air only seemed to fuel the heat in her loins and her eyes had difficulties focussing on the beauty around her. The only thing they always seemed to return to was her sword. Realizing the pointlessness of her failed meditation, Elena got up from her post and took a few steps into the darkness.

Putting both of her hands on Malice’s grip, she took a trained battle stance. The heroine hadn’t had the weapon for even a full day, but its weight started to feel familiar already. She stabbed forward then sliced an arc through the empty air. Her form wasn’t all that graceful but every cut was filled with power. Although she had tried to suppress it moments before, Elena now let the arousal wash through her. As her sensitive new flesh hardened, it sent jolts of pleasure through her.

Malice likewise indulged in the sensation. The training, if one wanted to call it that, satisfied it for the moment, but the sword wanted a real opponent… or maybe just a real victim. That was the moment, they both felt it. Someone was approaching. Elena had inadvertently traveled a bit further from the camp than she intended to and for a moment, feared something had taken the chance to creep up on her. The thought should have frightened her, but she only felt new excitement growing in her. As she turned around, though, her bloodlust was disappointed. Instead of some demon spawn, one of her companions was coming her way.

“It’s not your turn yet. You should get some more rest.”

Tela did not follow the suggestion. Instead, she came almost uncomfortably close to the heroine. “Show it to me.”

Elena’s hand went to Malice’s hilt, her posture slightly defensive. “You’ve seen it already. I fought with it half the day.”

Tela just let out a tired sigh. “Not the sword.” The elf’s gaze dropped pointedly. “Your penis.”

“…What? What are you talking about?”

Both of them were talking in low voices, but the heroine still gave a glance at the Beastkin woman. Despite the noise, Ray didn’t stir in her sleep.

“I-I don’t have a penis!”

Despite her efforts to stay composed, Tela looked unimpressed by the Chosen’s lies.

“Yes, you do, and a pretty big one by my estimate. So, show it to me.”

“Wh-Why do you even wanna see it? I thought you were into… you know?!”

Elena took a half-step away from her companion but her remark only got a raised eyebrow from Tela.

“As I recall, my exact words on that matter were that I was physically attracted to women and that hasn't changed since.”

“Yeah, so? Why do you suddenly wanna see my dick… that doesn’t even exist?”

The smaller woman simply let out another exhausted breath before she continued.

“Well, ignoring how those two things aren't mutually exclusive… I’m an elf. I’m curious. Now show it already, unless… are you actually embarrassed about it?”

“O-Of course not. Who do you think I am?” Elena’s efforts not to show her true emotions were only slightly hindered by the blood still rushing to her cheeks.

“You are the thirteenth Chosen of the Lady of Creation, and, first up, that is no reason to no longer feel embarrassment. Secondly, self-discovery is a beautiful process that one shouldn't even feel embarrassed about to begin with. So, if you concluded that you would prefer having a ‘dick’, as you call it, I would like to… accompany you on that journey, simple as that.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Do you actually think I wanted to grow a penis?”

At this point, the look of tired confusion from Tela seemed almost stuck.

“Why else would you have created it?”

“I DID NO- I did not use my divine power, given to me by my Lady, to grow a dick!”

Elena couldn’t help but let her volume spike at the insinuation. Luckily, the other party members continued their sleep unbothered, or at least had the courtesy to pretend to.

“Really? There is no need to feel embarrassed about it, trust me. I once experimented with similar things, but in the end, it simply wasn’t for me.”

“Wait, what…? Gods-dammit! J-just… promise you won’t tell anyone, okay?”

“Fine, I, Helomi Takala Tela Taenya Naerona, promise not to reveal anything about Elena of Eastwood’s genitals, and if I do, may Lady Zoriess delete the memory from my mind and anyone whom I share it with. There, now get it out already.”

Giving one last glance to the sleeping group, Elena shifted her front side away from the others. The straps of her armored pants opened with a tug, and the chilly mountain air caused a shiver on Elena’s her bare skin. Their earlier talk about her nether regions had eventually gotten her member to stiffen, though it was still far from fully erect. Tela simply kneeled down in front of the heroine as she looked at the woman's penis from a few different angles.

“How long have you had it, then? It must have grown sometime in the sanctum.”

“W-When I grabbed the sword, I felt my Lady’s power course through me, and once she was done, it was there.”

Giving a small nod of understanding, the other woman eventually put one of her hands around the shaft and, without warning, moved her hand up and down a few times. With the elf kneeling between her legs and the stimulation of her member, Elena soon grew to full mast as she held back a moan.

“W-What are you doing? I thought you would j-just look!”

Ignoring the questions, Tela instead continued her observations of the heroine’s length.

“For an elf, you would be well above average, but I am unsure how it is for humans… Do you have any idea why the Goddess would do this?”

“N-no, my Lady hasn’t said anything about it.”

“Hmm, interesting. As far as I know, only the eighth Heroine ever went through such a drastic change, though that had been a voluntary transformation by her.”

That piqued Elena’s interest a bit. Outside of their battles against the forces of Evil, the current Heroine knew surprisingly little about her predecessors' quests or private lives.

“Wait, she did?”

“Yes. According to her companion's records, the physique of a corrupted changeling she had fought inspired her, and she wanted to see what it felt like. Do you intend to get rid of it then?”

For a moment, that got Elena thinking. The member between her legs had been a gift directly from her Lady, so she didn’t feel like she should remove it without a valid reason. Besides, a part of her was still curious how it would feel to… use it, so she shook her head.

“I see. Then there is only one thing I am still curious about.”

“What’s that?”

“Taste test.”

And just like that, the elf suddenly took Elena’s impressive length into herself. The unexpected pleasure had the heroine twitching in Tela's mouth. Her surprised moans echoed through the mountain range before she could stop them. In the end, Elena stopped suppressing her lustful cries as she simply enjoyed the sensation without restraint. The heroine knew their companions might overhear the lewd act, but that thought was wholly overwhelmed by the pleasure pulsing up her spine.

Feeling the smaller woman's throat touching every inch of her divine tool at once, Elena quickly pushed to go deeper. Her advance got stopped, though, when she felt a small tongue brushing against her lower genitals. Instead of enjoying that unusual combination, Elena eventually pulled the elf between her legs back. The sensation of her original parts had paled compared to the bliss her new dick offered, so the heroine immediately knew what set of genitals she wanted her companion to focus on.

In the beginning, Elena merely guided Tela with her left hand on the kneeling woman’s head. Then she got more aggressive, grabbing onto her short hair and pulling the elven mage with little care for the other woman's comfort. Her entire world narrowed down to the hot pleasure burning within her, and the Chosen almost wished she could have stayed in this state forever. She could already feel her orgasm approach though. When the spark of pleasure rushed through her body, Elena subconsciously pressed further into the elven woman as her member twitched in anticipation. At first, Tela tried to pull back, but the heroine's forceful method didn’t let her.

Just like last time, the climax felt like nothing Elena had ever experienced before. The pleasure in her nether regions dominated all coherent thoughts in her mind. She savored every second of the strange sensation as her sticky fluid pushed its way up her length. Her seed was pumped down Tela's throat in a few powerful spurts. Even though the elf had no choice but to swallow, she also seemed to get some enjoyment out of it.

As she slowly pulled her penis out of the other woman, Elena could feel the soft tongue of her companion tirelessly licking at her member. Even without the stimulation, though, the Chosen was certain her member would have stayed erect. In fact, the heroine felt like she could have cum again and again. Tela's curiosity seemed more than satisfied, however, as the mage removed her mouth from Elena's crotch.

“You could stand to be a bit less rough, perhaps, though it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. As for the taste, I guess I could have expected it given your penis’ origin, but it was quite good.”

“Well, if you ever want more…”

Elena wasn’t entirely sure where that line of thought had originated from. Despite her climax, she felt almost hornier than before. The elven woman also seemed tempted, but in the end, she simply gave the heroine's lower head one last lick before getting up. Brushing off the few pebbles clinging to her clothes, Tela instead turned back to her bedroll. Elena couldn’t help but follow her with her eyes.

“Perhaps another day. For now, I should go back to sleep. My watch will start soon, after all.”