Deep within the Delurian Forest, a heavily armed knight trudges his way through the overgrown thicket as he carefully inspects the forest floor for traps or hidden creatures. While the Delurian Forest was known for the many powerful monsters lurking within its depths, the knight was also careful to watch for animals as deadly as the monsters that towered high over both man and animal alike. One bite from a Bitterstripe Cobra and it’d be lights out for him. He was here to mark out the landscapes and report his findings back to the Guild where he’d be properly rewarded for pushing out into the Frontier, a place where no one had gone before located right on the border of current maps available, giving the place it’s namesake.

Unbeknownst to the knight, an entity was watching him from high up above the treetops. An entity that did not belong here. Ages ago, when the Delurian Forest was little more than a steaming hot bog bordering a vast stretch of desert, a travelling band of merchants, guardsmen and royalty had passed through the area, making their departure from their wasted kingdom beyond the desert as they carried all they had left alongside an artifact that had supposedly contained the powerful spirit of a witch a group of heroes had sealed off for her atrocities. Along the way, the group had been ambushed by a powerful monster, decimating them and leaving their haul alone for the next few thousand years as the world moved on around their decaying corpses and the forgotten artifact that served as a vessel to contain her soul, but over the years, the seal would weaken, giving her soul life once more as she awoke to an unfamiliar land, swearing she'd return in some form or another, to get revenge on those who'd killed and sealed her all those years ago.

Thousands of years had passed, and here she still was, stuck within the boundaries of the forest where her vessel remained buried under layer after layer of mud and rock. Its aged and rusted exterior weakening enough for her to take corporeal form and influence her surroundings. The thing was, without a proper vessel, the spirit of the witch was beginning to lose her identity. With each crack across the vessel’s surface, the cracks in her mind would spread as well. She’d already forgotten her name and a few of her strongest spells, she was about to lose hope when her eyes caught sight of the muscular man cleaving his way through beasts as he moved deeper into the forest. It had been so long since she’d seen another living human! He’d make do as a suitable vessel, but some slight adjustments were needed. She liked her men big and strong so it made it that much harder for her to do what needed to be done, muttering in disappointment as her ghostly self slips into the body of the eager knight, unaware of the passenger riding shotgun in his body.

Now inhabiting a proper vessel with a beating heart and soul, the witch smiles in ecstasy as she feels a flood of memory rushing back to her; from the deal with an otherworldly entity to the discovery of the spell that allowed her to transfer her very essence over to another person. A particular memory left a sour taste in her mouth however, as the image of a group of dimwitted humans flash by in her mind. They had outsmarted her, killing her then vessel with trickery before trapping her soul within a crude container of blessed brass that prevented her reincarnation...she’d had her eye on the party’s holy maiden ever since they set foot in her temple, her tantalizingly beautiful form and naive mind ripe for corruption into her new vessel. But before she could jump the figurative ship, the trap had been sprung...fast forward to current events, and here she was, about to consume and corrupt once more to her heart's desire. She was Purna, Devourer of the Sands. And the humans would regret their treachery against her reign as she made her return once more.

As the knight continued his way down the forest, the witch worked her resurrection magic, spreading her essence throughout the man’s body as he remained oblivious to his changing form. The way it worked was insidious so to speak; the victim remained unaware of what was happening to their body and minds before it was too late, the final product being a perfect clone of Purna as their souls were snuffed out, absorbed into her overpowering presence.

With each step the knight took, his body softened; scarred and hardened muscles vanishing into smooth, hairless skin that was comfortably warm to the touch as supple flesh took over, lining his now slender limbs as calloused hands shrink down into dainty digits lined with well-cared for fingernails. Giggling as Purna takes control of a limb, unbuckling straps as armor pieces clank to the floor as she unbuckles the knight’s belt, dropping it to the ground with all of his equipment. With his armor shed, the full extent of the changes can be seen; as his new, androdgynous form walks with a gentle sway in wider hips as his gait emphasises his flat chest, and slightly perky rear. He now resembled a playboy stripper seen in some seedy bars in risque towns over a trained knight with the way he walked and how loose his undergarments were against his slender body that looked more female with each passing moment before they fall off entirely, leaving the skinny man naked in the middle of the forest.

Purna growls in satisfaction through her host’s mouth as she gains control over more of his body, smirking as she feels his presence begin to dim as she grows in strength, slapping a hand against his ass as it explodes outwards into a peachy heart shaped bubble butt, jiggling with each step. Coming to a halt now as he licks his lips, the man runs a hand down his legs as they grow thicker with fat and flesh as they elongate into lithe legs fit for a runway with a tantalizing thigh gap. Rolling her eyes, Purna wraps a feminine hand around her host’s throat as another hand pushes against the head of his cock, with a grunt escalating into a drawn out moan as his voice rises octaves higher. The man completes his transition into a she as her dainty arms wrap tightly around her throat, crushing the adam's apple as her other hand begins to push into moist lips opening around her member, swallowing both the retreating balls and her fingers as pleasure shoots up through her body like a water fountain, dousing the dwindling consciousness as Purna swallows the flickering soul whole. Screaming out in delight as her thin fingers probe her g-spot against her newly formed womb, the puckering lips between her legs sending a jet of vaginal juices across the forest floor as Purna thrusts her hips out, smiling as she hears her familiar soprano ring out from her lips, she forgot how hot she sounded!

Looking over her new body, Purna made the final adjustments as she ran a sex soaked finger over her body, a light brown coating of chocolate skin spreading from the trail of fluids, over her old hosts pale white. As her fingers stop atop her still flat chest, slender digits wrap around and pinch her erect nipples as she chokes back a moan, rubbing her free hand across her face as she warps the ill fitting features to her liking. Soft, rounded cheeks forming as her lips puff up into fully kissable ones with a youthful glow in the dim light, eyes shrinking into brilliant blue almonds with a seductive look to them as she giggles at the feeling of long silky locks of hair tickling her petite and slender back as they grow long enough to stroke her ass cheeks, changing color from a pale silver to a mesmerizing shade of purple. Looking down at her breasts as they inflate a little more, Purna sighs with satisfaction as they wobble and jiggle with each breath. She liked her tits at a size big enough for her mates to play with and tease but not too small for it to be a deduction to her impressive features. With the changes complete, Purna smiled in satisfaction as she ran a hand over her exotic and curvaceous form that had taken over the muscled knight that had the misfortune of being the first human to cross her path in the hundreds of years since her defeat. She had missed the carnal pleasures of the female form, pinching and playing with her fat brown nipples as her other hand teased her twitching clitoris, fingers rubbing over the tiny nub as her thoughts ran wild over what to do next. Digging through the knights' memories in search of new knowledge of where the closest town was so she could bag a man to turn into her plaything to quench the fires of lust burning in her loins.

Her libido however, would be cut short as what she sees kills her mood. The subjects and offspring of those who’d slain and imprisoned her now ruled over the people in this country setting up organizations like the Guild, their exploits known far and wide but her name had been forgotten to time, drowned out in the hopes no one would ever find her again. Frowning as she stops playing with herself, she claps her hands together as the ground begins to shake and tear apart, a wild wind blows all over the place as a large portiona of the Delurian Forest is swallowed up by sand. Once the tremors subside and the sandstorm disappears, a massive temple comes into view, looking completely out of place with the surrounding forest.

This was Purna’s precious domain, restored to pristine condition to serve once more as her central base. It was bad enough that her meddlers had gotten away with sealing her, but knowing that they had an entire lineage? And a kingdom to boot? No, Purna wouldn’t stand for this. She’d see it all burn and its people made her slaves. As for those who carried the blood of her enemies? Purna had special ideas in mind for them. Licking her lips as her mind processes dozens of dark ideas. She had her old form back once more, so all she needed was time to plan things out and proceed slowly for she had all the time in the world...and as luck would have it, Purna smelled the blood of the warrior who’d driven the enchanted blade into her heart radiating off the grandmaster of the Guild branch in the next town over to the south as she finished exploring the knights memories before tossing it aside into the abyss. Summoning an enchanting outfit from a lost civilization to cover her up her privates. Maybe she’d make a quick stop in town before her afternoon nap…

- AN HOUR OR SO LATER -

Purna yawned as she felt the grandmaster’s thrust’s beginning to slow down, his limp dick sliding in and out of her less and less as he grew tired. Scoffing as she glares at his panting figure grabbing hold of her luscious thighs. The people of this age seemed to be no more advanced than they were all those years ago...in fact, they seemed even weaker! She’d arrived prepared for a fight, multiple magical barriers in place for anything they’d try...instead, she arrived frustrated as her simple teleportation magic had left half the town in ruin, buildings knocked down from the force, knights and mages sent flying. The grandmaster was an even bigger joke; lasting not even ten seconds as she parried his strikes with flicks of her hand, shattering his “purified” armor with a simple fireball. And here he now was, disappointing her yet again after Purna had the brilliant idea of having him pin her to the bed and fuck her raw since she’d still felt frisky. Pissed off beyond measure, Purna pulls away from the man with a wet pop as his dick flops out from her vagina. Her blue eyes glowing as she casts her magicks on the pathetic man splayed out over the floor.

“You are, all of you, vermin...you spend decades building civilization after besting the likes of me...and you somehow make it all look like a farce. You can’t even please a woman with this measly thing you call a penis!” With no resistance, the man’s limp form begins to pulsate as he undergoes a transformation while tentacles from another world slip up from the depths of a portal, wrapping around the grandmaster’s feminizing form as they begin to squeeze growing breasts and wrap around his thinning limbs. Soon, Purna gets her enjoyment as she slips a finger to her itching snatch, licking her lips while watching the former grandmaster turned buxom babe get violated by the otherworldly being, oversized tentacles stuffing her insides as her petite belly bulges outwards as her gurgled cries of pain devolve into rabid moans as the creatures aphrodisiac fluids coat her entire body.

Purna climaxes with a grunt, smiling in glee as she watches her fluids spray over the figure of the former grandmaster, panting and moaning for more as the tentacles retreat back out of her puckered cunt with a squelch and back into the portal. The muscular man had been turned into a bodacious babe that bore Purna’s visage, a wild mane of air and oversized tits where short scruffy hair and a burly wide chest once was.

Purna had an idea for new trophy hall, lined with her conquest starting with the pet mewling by her legs. If the descendants of those meddlesome people could’nt even stand against her in combat much less sex, then the only use they had for her was entertainment; they would be the ones who would be used as toys for sexual entertainment and eternal servitude under her control, moulded in her image as punishment for their ancestors crimes against her. For now, this was a good start, she’d seen some survivors in the ruins watching, witnessing what she had done to their precious grandmaster. She’d let word spread, let fear grow as they mustered whatever defenses they had, and if there somehow were people who could stand up to her, Purna would give them the chance to prepare after how empty this victory had felt. She knew she had already won, but wanted her victory to be drawn out, savouring each tantalizing bit as long as she could.

With a snap of her fingers and an echoing cackle, Purna and her new pet are whisked away back to the temple in the middle of the forest. Biding her time before her next strike against the people she swore vengeance against...for now, she had a new pet to break in to her new role in life she was born for.

THE END