The golden figure materialized in front of Eric and a smile crossed his lips, she was covered head to toe in bands of gold, her svelte frame contained just a hint of curves beneath it.
“Who dares summon the Goddess Anilise!?!” the anger filled voiced boomed just as the shimmering around her subsided.
“I do.” he replied simply and confidently.
Anilise frowned and raised an eyebrow, “Mortal, how dare you!” she replied, her voice booming as she took a step towards him.
She stopped suddenly as she reached the edge of the containment spell and her face twisted into true anger, “How dare you contain me! ME!” she cried out.
Eric was unfazed but instead moved quickly, stepping forward and wrapping the necklace around Anilise’s neck before she could even react.
By the time she realized the circle had been broken, it was too late. She stared in disbelief as she felt the power of the necklace consume her.
“Impossible! It was destroyed millennia ago!” she cried out as she tried to fight it, but it was futile and eventually the fight left her eyes.
Finally her lips parted and she spoke again, this time in a soft calm tone, “Master, how may I serve you?”
He smiled and nodded, “That’s better. First, let’s get you into a more pleasing form.” he said.
Anilise nodded and her form started to shift. First the golden bands started to fade from above her neckline and below her knees, as they did, bleached blonde hair started to fill her head, and finally her curves filled in to near ridiculous proportions.
“Is this better Master?” she asked as she pushed her new breasts together.
“Much.” he replied and Anilise smiled before dropping to her knees and parting her lips, waiting for what she had seen in her Master’s mind to happen next.
“Master, I am ready.” Anilise said as she looked over her shoulder towards him.
Gone was the golden goddess that he had summon months ago, even the necklace was no longer around her neck, it’s job complete. The new Anilise
“Good. Remember you must consume the semen of every member of the council before the night is over, my spell depends upon it. I will not accept failure.” he said and then turned and walked back to the impressive double doors that were behind him and opened them.
He stood to the side as a dozen men dressed in long flowing red robes entered the champer and slowly encircled her. She watched her Master close the doors as he left, leaving her to her task.
Anilise sat in her room, bored, but still obedient.
Her Master had sent her to the brothel years ago, after he was finished with her. She’d helped him capture the council, he ruled the entire magic realm now, and he’d kept her close for a few years after that.
Slowly though, he’d grown tired of her, and with no more use of her, he’d banished her to this place.
She still dreamed that one day he would return for her, or at least visit and use her, but she knew that was unlikely. He had more important things to do, and she doubted he even remembered she was here.
Instead a knock at her door interrupted her thoughts and a distraction appeared, “One moment please.” she said and focused on the man behind the door, probing his mind and shifting her body to match his desire.
“Hi baby! giggle” Anilise said as the man opened the door and his eyes bulged.
He was a new one and his mind was fresh which was a welcome break from her regulars. She sprung up from her bed and wiggled her way over to him, shaking her tits and giggling when she stood in front of him.
“Anilise?” the man asked semi-surprised.
She nodded and jiggled her tits again, “Yeah, but like, call me Ani! giggle“
Then she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a huge hug, squishing her tits into he chest. He only hesitated for a moment before reaching around and grabbing her ass.
She cooed and then kissed him, deeply, passionately, for a few moments before releasing the embrace.
“So baby, do you wanna fuck my titties or my ass today?” she asked in an excited tone.
“Uh… can’t… can’t I do both?” he asked.
She squealed in delight and grabbed his hand, “Like, of course!”, then dragged him over to her bed where they proceeded to do just that.
Anilise sat on her bed once more, her latest client having left, reflecting on her time in the mortal plane since being summoned.
She’d sent many mortals to both heaven and hell in her existence, most deserving it, a few perhaps not. She’d never wondered what their existence was like afterwards, she had moved on and left their fates to the gods that cared.
Now she wondered if perhaps if this was her hell, or heaven?
It seemed like heaving when she was lost in the pleasure that each client brought her, but in the times in between, it seemed like hell.
Perhaps one day she would decide, but for the moment the question still vexed her.
