“Lich!” Orianna bellowed, her amber eyes blazing with sacred light. The splintered remains of the door clattered to the ground to punctuate her statement.

“You know, we could have knocked…” Godric, her squire, commented idly. He toed the wood anxiously, as though afraid it might bite him.

“Shut up, peasant.” The cleric growled, her gaze not leaving her target for one second. He had his back to her, but there was no mistaking the profile of Taygor the Accursed. Her blood boiled at his very existence, and she gripped her mace tightly. “Face me, fiend!”

“Oh, look, an adventurer. What a surprise.” He commented dryly, turning to reveal his sinister hands were nonchalantly cradling a cup of warm tea. “Who would have ever suspected that someone would come barging into my home on a Sunday, breaking a perfectly good door?”

Orianna’s response was swift and brutal, her weapon slamming against his skull and splintering the undead bones with ease. Unfortunately, his body didn’t so much crumple to the floor as it did dissipate.

The cleric snapped her glare to the left to find a perfectly unharmed lich still stirring his drink, the remnants of his illusion vanishing like mist. “No, that’s fine, don’t answer me.” He continued. “I wasn’t really looking for one, because I know the answer. It’s Godric. You know Godric, right?”

“Um. Taygor, buddy…” The dark-haired man began anxiously, edging away from his charge with a worried look to her mace.

“Explain.” Orianna said to the squire, not so much a request as it was a command.

“Taygor, I really think you should be doing that thing you said you’d do…” Godric swallowed, putting a hand on his sword.

That was evidence enough for the cleric of his betrayal, and she drew her arm back, prepared to snap his neck with a hammer blow. Unfortunately, at that moment, her body seized up, a greenish glow surrounding it.

“Relax, boy.” The lich chuckled. “Where’s the fun in life if you don’t experience it on the edge?”

“Well, there’s a certain joy to be had in living…” Replied the squre, relaxing his stance and turning towards Orianna with a callous grin.

“Impossible!” She spat with disgust, straining against her invisible bonds. “The magic of Gorum-”

“Keeps you protected from enchantments without, yes.” Godric finished for her, jabbing his finger at her forehead. “I know. You say it every time you charge into battle. Coincidentally, do you know what it doesn’t protect against? Magic from within.”

He moved his hand to her necklace, the sacred symbol of her patronage. “It’s almost funny how easy it was to learn that. Do you ever read your bible for knowledge; or is it just for droll prayers?”

“You know, I’ rather fine with you gloating and all, but I do have a schedule to keep.” The lich interrupted. He motioned with one hand, a purple mist surrounding the two of them. “Rebuilding doors and all that. You’ve rid me of my nuisance, and I’ll rid you of yours. Enjoy.”

Before the cleric or her squire could reply, the two of them were whisked from the room by a teleportation spell, the telltale dizzying nausea sending both of them to their knees on a carpeted floor.

Orianna looked up, head swimming, to find she knew the room very well. It was her own, a sacred sanctum that until now, only she had been privy to. Then she realized that she was moving of her own accord, and she surged towards Godric with a snarl, intending to choke the life from him.

Much to her surprise, he reacted quickly. The man batted away her grasp, shoving her hard back onto the ground. Had he always been that strong, or was it the result of whatever he’d poisoned her with? Orianna didn’t want to wait to find out, instead reaching a hand for her mace.

Instead of warm leather; however, her fingers met air. The woman looked down in surprise to find that she was clad in her casual attire, a loose-fitting tabard befitting of a holy avenger. “My armor!” She gasped, patting her chest with her hands.

“Ah-ah.” Godric tutted. “My armor.” He laughed, spreading his arms wide. “This room? It’s mine, as part of my pact to the lich. I make you vulnerable, and he gives me everything of yours. Riches, accolades, and a squire that I can tread like dirt, as you have me.”

“An interesting thought.” Orianna glowered, before drawing a fist back. “Though I wonder if your newfound status will mean anything after I’ve beaten you to death with my bare hands.”

“Oh. Right.” The squire gulped, before blinking in surprise. Ordinarily, Orianna would have continued with her plan to pummel the peasant, but there was something about his look that gave her pause. She followed his gaze to her fist, finding that her knuckles looked distinctly discolored.

Rather than the calloused cream of her humanity, these were becoming a verdant shade of green, soft and supple. She blinked in disbelief as her fingers softened further, the green shade racing up her fingers to her arm. Everywhere touched by the color was met with that same diminishment, her body losing its strength.

“Well, now if that isn’t interesting.” Godric smirked, shoving Orianna hard onto her ass. It was like a warrior shoving a child, and the cleric fumed at her weakness. “I asked him to make you a befitting slave, but to think you’re becoming a goblin!”

A cold spike of fear shot through her hate at his words, and she looked down to her slimming arm in horror, watching as the changes began to race across her body like wildfire. Her chest swelled and her hips flared, and she could feel her lips becoming plump; ears becoming pointed.

“N-no… That’s impossible.” She tried to sound defiant; tried to hope that the new color of her body meant that she was becoming an orc, or maybe a troll. Mustering her faith, Orianna looked back up her squire, hopes sinking as she saw he was taller than he’d been a moment before.

“Oh? Because it looks possible to me.” Godric laughed, watching his former mistress transform. “I wonder if being a goblin will make you any less of a frigid bitch.”

Orianna shifted in shock, feeling her already loose clothing get looser still on her dwindling frame. Down, down, down she shrank; until she was barely four feet tall. Oddly enough, her breasts and ass were nearly the same side, giving her a fetishistic, disproportionate hourglass for a figure.

“And there you have it. The mighty Orianna, now nothing more than a tiny, insignificant goblin. I wonder what your god would think of you now: just a puny, stacked gobbo.” Her former squire chuckled, jabbing her in the chest.

At the feeling of his touch, a moan escaped her mouth, raw pleasure coursing through her body. Her breasts were abominably sensitive, even a sharp poke enough to stimulate her. Desperately, the cleric snapped her mouth shut, praying that the man hadn’t heard her cry for what it was.

Luckily, it seemed he was still too caught up in gloating, doling out a revenge he must have been planning for years. “Oh, this is too funny. Hey, say something. I wonder if you sound as dumb as you look.”

“Shut up!” Orianna whimpered, trying to stay angry but unable to find her core. It was so hard to focus on anything other than how pleasurable her body felt, her round breasts and thick hips constantly tormented by soft cotton. “Stop your yammering and change me back!”

“Why?” Godric chuckled. “I think I like you looking like some goblin slut.” He knelt down, gripping her breasts with either hand and squeezing them hard.

It was bliss unlike anything she’d felt in her life, a sharp spike of ecstasy lancing straight through her brain. Her mouth fell slack, revealing the sharp teeth of her lesser form, and she whimpered piteously.

“Oh, you like that, hm?” Godric purred, toying with her like a cat with a small, horny mouse. He ran a hand to her hips, giving her ass a squeeze for good measure.

The former cleric squirmed helplessly in his grip, moaning and writhing. Desperately, she struggled to fight against the new feelings her body was forcing into her brain. Her hips gyrated at the air as she moaned again, leaning into his touch only to pull away, flinching in horror at her body’s weakness.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Godric chuckled, continuing to torment her.

With every play of his hands, her body seemed to get more and more sensitive. Tears dewed at the corner of the green-skinned girl’s eyes as she drooled with hunger, mouth watering even as her lips found themselves slick with want.

“I think I know what you want…” Godric chuckled, leaning back and dropping his trousers. His erect cock hung before her, its length even more impressive thanks to her relative size. She stared at it, entranced. Dreams of being fucked by that hard rod flooded her thoughts, and she momentarily lost herself.

“Well? Go ahead. Look all you want, especially because a fuck from me’s the only way you’re getting back to normal.”

The words of her squire snapped her back to reality, and Orianna realized that she was actually drooling, a thin trail of saliva dripping past her cocksucking lips. “W-wait! What?” She exclaimed, eyes wide in shock. “You have to, I can’t be like this forever!”

She fell onto her back, desperately trying to pretend that it was her want to be returned to humanity that drove her to spread her legs. The alternative, that it was her lust, was too terrifying to comprehend.

Godtic tutted, shaking his head. “Not like that. Like the fucktoy you are, on your hands and knees.”

“W-what?” Orianna flinched, biting her lower lip with her sharp teeth, fidgeting in place anxiously. Her goblin ass bounced with every uneasy sway of her hips, and she fought her body’s urge to obey his order. “B-but that’s so lewd…”

“On all fours, you fucking whore gob!” Godric barked, and Odrianna snapped to attention, rolling quickly to accept his command.

It took her a moment to realize what she’d done, and by then it was too late. His rough hands gripped her luscious hips, and with a loud grunt he’d entered her.

“O-oh!” Orianna breathed, all of the air leaving her lungs with a mixture of a sigh and a moan. Stars danced across her vision as she ground her fat ass back against him. “OH! OH GOD! OH GAWD!”

“Tell me how much you love this, you greenskin slut.” Godric grunted, reaching one of his large hands to her shoulder, pushing her down onto his cock.

“I-I… I love bein’ your fuckin’ fucktoi!” Orianna screamed, the clipped tones of a noble forever vanishing into the lowborn accent of a goblin. “I love bein’ yer widdle fuckin’ gob!”

“That’s more like it!” He roared, increasing the fervor of his thrusts; the strength of his hammering blows to her lewd cunt.

Orianna loved it, and she hated herself for that weakness. However, try as she might, she couldn’t hate the pleasure itself. It was simply too good for her to fight, a mind-numbing wave of cataclysmic bliss overcoming all other rational thought.

Her words degenerated further into lewd moans, and then into gasps. For a few minutes only the wet sounds of her tight slutty body being pounded could be heard. Then, with a shriek that echoed around her room, she came hard onto his dick, her small limbs thrashing with pleasure.

It was her first orgasm as a lesser being, and yet the most potent one she’d had in her life. Every one of her nerves was alight with sensation, and Orianna’s red goblin eyes dilated with euphoria.

Then Godric came into her green pussy, and her first cum was overshadowed by a second.

“-you fucking dumb slut.”

Orianna’s vision swam as she realized she’d blacked out from the force of her echoed climax. “W-wha?” She moaned, her tone still the rough drawl of a goblin.

“I said, I can’t believe you bought that, you fucking dumb slut. As if there was ever a cure for what you’ve become! Hell, fucking me probably made it permanent. It certainly did wonders for that mightier-than-thou tone of yours.” Godric laughed, swatting her ass and causing a thin trail of their mingled fluids to drip from her packed cunt.

Orianna wanted to be angry, but… It was so hard to think about anything other than another dicking. She bit her lip and shifted in place, her hatred for her form eroded by the fond memories of her orgasm. “I… I wannanother fuck.” She muttered, swaying her ass against his cock.

She didn’t know when it had happened, but fucking was so much better than fighting to her… Her eyes glazed as she settled back against his cock, eagerly humping it as they began another round of rough, passionate sex.