[Banshee TF, Age Progression]
"They're growing restless..."
A young man muttered, his entire body trembling from head to toe. He knew this feeling very well. He had felt it when he was even younger. When he was just barely able to keep consciousness. That was when he first experienced it.
His Mother, a tall, dark and melancholic woman, told him that it was the call of the Spirits of the Damned. The dead that had yet to properly pass on. Whenever their emotions reached a crescendo, whenever they had existed for so long that they remained completely unsatisfied, they started to affect the living. And whenever that happened, she had to leave him...
She'd return days later, with a quiet spirit being his lone companion 'till then. And she always looked so tired. She was still strong enough to keep him company and help raise him, but it was always like she was being pulled back. Like something wanted her to stay. The Spirits were probably still restless, begging her to stay with them and keep them sated...
But he was the one that mattered. She needed to see him grow up. Because he was her precious little soul. She had given everything to make sure that he would be born. Not only because she wanted somebody to carry on her lineage...
But because when she had to pass on, when she had to join the spirits permanently, he would have to take on her role. It was a cursed duty that his Grandmother, and all the women before her had to take on as well. The fact that he was a male didn't worry her. If anything, it made her more comfortable. Knowing that he was going to be able to handle it, when the time came...
And today... Today, years after she had let him be, was the day that he would carry on her duty. He didn't know exactly what it meant to carry on the duty, beyond appeasing and quelling the spirits that needed to be calmed. But he knew that he had to do something. Lest people end up suffering because he wasn't able to carry out his duty.
The spirit that had been at his side the entire time, the quiet little thing, was wrapped around his arm like always. And it tugged on his arm, trying to tell him something. But he simply patted it on the head. Normally, spirits like it were more intangible. But he found that the more he played with it, the more he was able to rub it. As if he was able to understand it more...
He... He was going to miss it, and he knew that was part of why it was trying to tug him away. Because he was going to leave it. But... If he didn't, then everything that his Mother, and his Grandmother, and all the others... Everything that they had worked towards, keeping the Spirits from raining hell upon everyone, that would all have gone to waste. He was forced to carry out this duty. Otherwise, he'd die from shame and disappointment...
"It'll all be okay. I promise." He said, as he carefully offered the palm of his hand. Causing the spirit wrapped around his arm to quietly pull itself off him, and stand on that hand instead. Looking like a little snake, who seemed so sad as it gazed upon him. "I'll be back soon. Don't you worry. And then..."
...Could he really promise something like this, when he had no idea if it would actually work or not? He... He couldn't, but he had to. Otherwise, he'd make his little buddy, who had raised him alongside his Mother, so unbearably sad...
"I'll be back to get you."
Though those words rang hollow, given what little he actually knew, the spirit that had been with him understood the intent. All it did in return was reach out towards him, and nuzzle its cheek up against his. A gesture of affection was all that it could offer him, before it ended up disappearing. No doubt heading back to where they spent their time together. The little slice of life that they called their home...
Now, he just had to head into the sacred grove... Where the Spirits rested. Where he would meet his destiny...
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"He comes..." "The new blood..." "Finally..."
Wispy voices echoed around the young man, as he entered a clearing amongst the many dead trees. Even without their leaves, the branches were thick and blocked out most of the light. Allowing the moon to quietly shine down in the middle of the grove, upon a single pool...
He had been here once before. His Mother had guided him here, so that he would understand what his duty would be like in the future. She hadn't told him a single thing specifically, merely telling him that this pool would be important. And that he should come here when she ended up disappearing. All so that he could satisfy and appease the Spirits...
The voices that he heard, so faint and so wispy, were those of the Spirits. How long had they waited? How long had they expected him? What had they done to his Mother? Questions bubbled through his mind, as he approached the pool in the center of the grove...
Giggles echoed around him, as he gazed upon his reflection in the water. It was a deep hue of swampy green... With a layer of black further below that. It was like death itself, if he had to explain exactly what he was looking at. And just gazing at it filled his heart with dread. Should... Was this really worth it, this terribly worrying thing..?
"He's scared." "Just like all the others." "Just like him." "Just like her."
The voices kept on talking. Disappointment growing between them. Disappointment filling the air around him. That wasn't good. If they ended up too unappeased, they might choose to wreak havoc. Just like Mother always said they would, if she wasn't there to tend to them...
He had to just... He had to just go for it. If he didn't, then... Then...
The weight of responsibility bore down on the young man. As such, he didn't even step inside in a gentle manner. No, he jumped into the pool. Hoping that the Spirits would be appeased by his reckless action, and that he redeemed himself in their eyes...
"Ehehehe! A new one!" "A fresh one!" "Hopefully he'll be meaty!"
He couldn't hear their wispy voices, because the liquid around him was deafening. More so than being underwater normally was.
It wasn't just that it was deafening either. It was like he was going numb the longer he spent inside this liquid. It really... It really was death.
Mother had always told him that to appease the Spirits meant to be walking on the thin line between life and death. He understood that. That explained why she had been so tired every time. But he didn't expect for it to feel this way. To feel like his soul was leaving his body...
At least, that's what some of what he was feeling felt like. The rest of the feelings pouring through him were warm. Way warmer than they had any right to be. So warm that it felt like he was burning up...
It was such a strange dichotomy of feelings that he wanted to scream and tug at his clothes, to try and get free from these waters and pull himself towards the surface. But all that his weak struggling resulted in, was him sinking deeper and deeper. Deeper into the embrace of death itself...
Until... it felt like his feet touched the bottom. And the heat inside him... It was less like a violent fire, and more like a calm, billowing flame...
The young boy looked at himself, and saw his skin turning pale. Paler and paler, until it reached the exact same shade of pale as his Mother's skin. Not only that, but his arms looked very smooth and delicate. Not unlike a woman's...
He had barely even registered that his clothes had disappeared, because the billowing flame inside him kept him calm and steady. It was anchoring his soul to his core. Like he was standing on the very edge of death itself... And the longer he stood there, the more he changed...
His shoulders narrowed. His hips widened. His thighs grew plumper, and his chest pushed outward. His cheeks softened, and his hair lengthened. So many small changes were occuring at the same time, making it hard to keep track of any of them... Especially as the quiet flame inside him served to keep him calm...
Calm enough to the point where he didn't react to his manhood simply tipping over the line. Death itself blessing him with a hole of life, to counteract what he had lost. A hole that seemed as wet as the liquid around him....
The young boy had become the living embodiment of the line between life and death. A Banshee, reflected in her how melancholic she seemed. Just like her Mother before her. And just like her Grandmother before her...
And with her new role filled, with her new self awakened, the Banshee slowly ascended towards the surface of the water. Pushing away from Death itself so she could fulfill her duty...
A loud, yet at the same time flaccid, gasp echoed from her lips once she surfaced. The water covering up her eyes, and resting upon her generous bust. All while she felt several shivers running down her form...
All meant to indicate the presence of Spirits. Spirits that were all standing around the water that she had descended into. All of them grinning and laughing...
"She became a Banshee. Just as he did." "Good, I was getting tired of her." "Maybe she can bring us new meat, just like she did."
The voices all blended together, yet at the same time, she swore that she could make out some worrying statements. Some that drove a wedge into her heart. Had... Had this all been preordained in a greater way than she could've imagined..?
She didn't think much about it, because she still had a duty to uphold. Which was why she lifted herself out of the hole, the liquids clinging to her solidifying into the form of a long and elegant black dress. One that left her hips completely and utterly exposed. One that left barely anything to the imagination, with how it stuck in between her cheeks and between her thighs...
Another gasp left the Banshee's lips, as she was suddenly grabbed by a set of Spirits. She could just barely visualize them, but she could definitely feel them. Causing her to tremble in response, gazing between them so rapidly...
"I... I live to serve..." She muttered, before a moan left her lips a moment later. She felt something long and hard working its way in between her thighs. What... What exactly was she doing... And what were they doing to her in turn..?
"She lives, hah." "More like she loves." "For our pleasure, you stand." "For our appeasement, you serve."
The voices kept on creeping into her, causing the flame inside her heart to flicker more and more. She didn't understand most of what they were saying. But it seemed as if... It seemed as if they wanted something that she was very inexperienced with...
All of these Spirits were filled with lust. And that... That was why she was needed. That was why she needed to be like this to appease them. Because they needed to fuck her, just as they had done to Mother...
Another sharp cry left her lips as she felt her lower lips being parted. The Spirits were beginning to partake in the pleasures of her flesh. She was wholly inexperienced, completely unprepared for something like this...
Yet, it felt like she had done this for eons. It felt like she had been able to serve their needs for years. That was what it felt like, as they thrust deep into her...
The more they thrust into her, the more it felt like experience was flowing into her. Lives flashing before her eyes. Lives that had been led by her lineage. Each of them looking more and more familiar...
Another moan slipped from her lips, and it all became so clear. The reason they all seemed familiar was quite simple. They all look just as she had. Young boys that were taught to help out the Spirits and satiate their needs. Each of them having turned into a Banshee just as she had...
The Spirits' Whore... That was what she was. That was what it meant to stand on the line between life and death. Being just deep enough into the realm of the Spirits that hadn't yet passed on, yet still in the land of the living which made her body that much more attractive to those from the other side...
It felt... It felt like she should be regretting falling prey to these Spirits. And yet all the experiences flooding into her made it impossible to regret any of this. It made it impossible to hate. It was just her life. What she was meant to do. What she was meant to be. An impossible thing to escape from...
Not that she would want to escape. Not with her mind flooded with so much arousal. Not with her body being used and abused by the Spirits that were swirling around her. Filling her with the sense of duty that she just couldn't run away from...
It felt good. It felt so good. She wanted more. More and more and more. Until there was absolutely nothing left of her life except the purest of pleasures...
They were more than happy to help her indulge. Their barely visible rods slid in and out of every hole she had available. Making sure that she got used to the pleasure, as they used her as nothing more than a cumrag... Just as her Mother before her, and her Grandmother before that.
Where had this lineage of sluttery begun? It was a question that hung in the air, yet one she couldn't answer. The more she was being fucked, the more the knowledge of the past started to fade. None of it mattered in the long run anyway. The only thing that mattered was the pleasure rushing through her. The delight of being used and abused... Engraved upon the flame in her heart...
A flame that kept on flickering, existing only for the sake of the Spirits that were using her. That was the existence that she had been destined for. The existence that she shared with everyone that had come before, and everyone that would come after her...
Truly, nothing more than the Spirits' Whore...
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The little Spirit quietly whimpered within the dilapidated home that it and the boy had spent their lives in. Ever since the boy's Mother had taken it in, it had done everything to try and repay her. After all, it saw her as its savior. It was but a meager little thing, who only wanted to repay the one that had helped...
But now that she was gone, having finished her role as a Whore of Spirits, the boy... The boy had taken over that role. And that left the little Spirit so utterly alone. It hadn't even been able to fulfill the one promise that it made to her. To try and keep him from following in her footsteps. Despite everything she had said, she didn't want him to be just like her. She wanted him to be his own person. Not a whore like her...
It whined. And it whimpered. As it laid down in the rocking chair that the Mother had used in her final few years. Not because she was elderly, far from it. Banshees like her never truly aged. They only lost power. Leaving them to grow weaker and weaker, until they couldn't do much more than lift a single finger...
"I'm back."
And yet. In the midst of the Spirit's very saddened reminiscence, the door to the lonely home opened. And there she was. There... There the former boy was. Now standing tall, just like his Mother once did.
At first, the Spirit was happy. But as it recognized her, it felt sorrow once again. Failure to do what it had promised. Even as she had become so beautiful that it felt unnaturally attracted to her, it didn't feel any comfort. It felt disappointment. Weakness, in the face of what it had promised...
That wouldn't last. Not with her here. She reached out, and she grabbed ahold of the small Spirit. Smiling as she saw its adorable little face for the very first time. The boyish face, not unlike what her own had been...
"There there." She said, that wonderfully maternal tone pouring from her lips. She had taken to the role of the Spirits' Whore very well... And at the same time, she had taken to her Mother's role just the same. As caring and as gentle as ever before, as she kissed him on the cheek just as she would.
The Spirit... He blushed, as he remembered how this felt. And he trembled and gasped, because a heat started to fill him. He squirmed, and he stuttered, but it didn't last long. Not before he was stuffed straight into the new Banshee's breasts, as she gazed down upon him with that gentle smile...
She was the Spirits' Whore. And that included him. She would care for him. She would protect him. Just as he had done for her, when she was all alone. And now, it was time to pay her back. Just as he wanted to pay her Mother back...
Though the roles had changed, the relationship did not change. And the Banshee gave the Spirit all the love that he deserved.
After all. This was what she had been destined for. To satiate the Spirits, and be their Whore...