Transcript Start<br /><br />Archbishop Titania strolled down the length of the central corridor in the homely church, along the endless rows of unoccupied pews toward the central gathering of Sisters as they knelt in silent prayer at the foot of the massive altar that stretched out far above them. An ornately designed table with the unconcious figure of the Hero that had wandered in this afternoon.<br /><br />They'd received the young man warmly of course, &nbsp;as expected of a Hero's welcome. Bringing him tea and refreshment after the grueling battle with a Basilisk that plagued the small village for years.<br /><br />They assured him of its potency to heal the body, a special brew reserved only for the most important of individuals. Of course he'd be unable to refuse, what with so many lovely Sister's crowding him and praising his strength, their attractive bodies pressed up against him.<br /><br />One might have found it odd for a church to promote such sinful attire for the women to wear, but a simple story about their village traditions and culture would be enough to silence them. After all, the menfolk who visited wouldn't complain about it.<br /><br />If only he'd stared abit longer at the 'angelic' figure depicted in the stained glass would he have realized that maybe he shouldn't have been so quick to trust the beautiful girls serving at the church...or maybe the fact that he hadn't seen a single man other than himself around in the village before he lost conciousness, the demonic tea infusing itself within him locking away his personality and leaving the empty body ripe for corruption. A known effect of Succubus Milk.<br /><br />Afterwards, it had only taken a few hours to prepare the Hero for conversion, waiting for the hour to come as the Sister's arranged themselves in the proper formation, each one a vessel for the Dark Lord's essence to flow through as their leader; Archbishop Titania, arrived with a matching set of clothes identicle to the ones they wore; a simple Sister's veil and the lewd habit that teased the hearts of men. With the exception of the veil being unusually long, reserved only for high ranking members of their doctrine.<br /><br />Walking up to the table where the Hero lay, Titania only needed to place the veil gently over the young man's head before the process began, vacant eyes snapping open as a sinsiter red hue fills the glassy pupils, tanned and scarred skin turning pale and soft, muscles subsumed by abundant layers of tender flesh and fat, manhood dwindling away...<br /><br />By the time the Mark of The Goddess had faded from his smoothened palms, the Hero was no longer himself, much less a man as the remnants of the girthy penis slurped up into the dripping folds of a fresh virgin vagina, it's tight walls aching to be filled as milk filled breasts burst forth from solid pecs, fat pink nipples standing up and erect as Succubus Milk begins to drip from them, a rapidly feminizing face now framed by long locks of raven black hair that had overtaken the blonde. Smiling as her empty eyes narrowed with glee, a sinister new persona now stirring within the body of the former Hero.<br /><br />Like an automaton, the newborn woman donned the rest of her attire with the aid of her Sisters, moaning as they ran their hands over her plump, voluptuous body, slipping on naughty nightwear, revelling in the tight fabric as it cinched her childbearing hips, squeezed her thick thighs and rubbed into her sensitive vulva as the tight thong rode up into her peachy ass.<br /><br />Standing up straight before the Archbishop as the Sisters part ways to leave their leader alone with their newest sibling. The woman could only moan as she felt Titania rake a finger across her creamy breasts, sharpened nails stimulating her nipples as they continue on down over her toned belly before sharply dropping off, stroking her clitoris in one swoop as she remained standing before her, the eagerness to prove herself a capable lover evident in her eyes, no memory of the man she used to be left inside her empty head as she eyed the girthy member straining against the Archbishop's clothes.<br /><br />Without needing to question the look in Titania's eyes, Velumina could only nod her head, blushing fiercely as she raised a hand to her breast, eager to be made a proper follower of the Somber Moon, and all it's teachings, raising the hem of the dress to show just how ready she was to receive her Archbishops lovely seed..<br /><br />"For the Somber Moon"<br /><br />Transcript End<br /><br />Will probably have another comm story up tommorrow followed by the next entry to the Otherside event! Have a short cap i had an idea for, slightly linked to the other cap with the Cursed Blade.<br /><br />Image by MUNG :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/68208046">www.pixiv.net/en/users/6820804&hellip;</a>