Helena had the firm intention of draining me dry, though, due to the spectral cold emanating from her undead form, what she actually managed to do was freeze my penis. Fortunately, my superhuman endurance and recovery capabilities allowed me to overcome the issue without any lasting aftereffects.
When we finished, she showed me the advancements of her new anatomy beyond the purely sexual. The progress was remarkable: she was already beginning to possess senses belonging to the living, albeit muted by the nature of un-life. It was fascinating. She also mentioned that her research in the "dead zone" was progressing rapidly; she planned to erect a necropolis there similar to those featured in the board quests. This area would likely end up becoming an independent dimensional domain within the fief, much like the spider territory or the dungeon complex.
She took me on a tour through the rows of her undead army, though, truth be told, the creatures functioned more as free labor than as a military force. On the other hand, she confirmed that the "general" I had commissioned from her, designed under my exact specifications, was already in the process of gestation.
Leaving those matters in Helena's hands—while a clone headed off to investigate the duplicated Voldemort soul fragments inside a board quest to avoid trouble in the main world—my real body moved to the forest. Elise had summoned me.
It was curious that this spot remained our usual meeting point, given that far more elaborate places already existed in the fief, including her own world, which was thriving at a breakneck pace.
I spotted her in the distance. Her avatar glowed with a white, immaculate radiance, diffuse around the edges. As I approached the luminous figure, the glow expanded until it dissolved her original silhouette.
"Elise?" I called out, shortening my stride before the tide of light.
"Wait... It's almost done," her voice rang out, clear and crystalline.
A blinding flash erupted in the forest only to dispel in an instant, revealing an astonishing sight. Standing before me was no longer the majestic equine creature I fell in love with: no hooves, no coat, no horn, no wings... Just a woman. A human woman.
"Elise?" I murmured in surprise, examining her features with incredulity. "Are you half-Asian?"
The figure standing before me possessed an overwhelming beauty, so absolute that any mortal would have fallen to their knees at a single glance. It was the weight of her own divinity. Had I not been accustomed to dealing with her, I would have lost my head myself; her natural charm made the fascination exerted by Veelas look ridiculous.
Her skin was white as snow and smooth as polished jade. Her hair, an argenteous white, gleamed with bright silver highlights that matched the hue of her eyes. She had a slender, stylized figure with delicate contours that seemed sculpted by the hands of a divine artisan. Her nose was small, her lips full and delicate, and her eyes possessed a subtle tilt at the corners, though that did not stem from any specific earthly lineage, but rather a purely aesthetic quality of her manifestation.
She wore an Eastern-style robe with wide sleeves and a fluid drape, open at the front but fitted at the waist, extending down to her ankles. The attire, woven from her own divine energy, was simple and devoid of complex ornamentation; not being an expert in human fashion, she hadn't bothered to detail it too much.
"Do you like it?" Elise inquired with a teasing tone, though she was much busier inspecting the anatomy of her new vessel.
She shifted her torso and head in all directions, examining herself with childlike curiosity. Having experienced the form of a centaur, she was now finally adopting a complete human structure. She ran her hands over her face, her armpits, her breasts—"poorly located," according to her own criteria—her legs, her feet, and finally, her crotch, which she looked down at and touched with her fingers without the slightest reservation.
"My... So this is what it feels like to touch your own cunt... What a sacrilege!" she commented with mild disdain, despite the shiver the exploration produced in her. She maintained the firm conviction that equines represented the pinnacle of creation and that humans lacked noteworthy anatomical virtues.
"You're beautiful," I said with a smile, taking a step forward.
Elise straightened up and gave me an extremely expressive pout for someone who, seconds ago, held the physiognomy of an alicorn.
"I mean... you are far more majestic as an alicorn, but in this form, you look dazzling because you are always beautiful, regardless of the figure you adopt," I corrected, rolling my eyes in amusement.
Elise nodded, satisfied with the clarification, and tried to step toward me. She stumbled slightly coordinating her stride with her two new legs; immediately after, she raised one of her limbs to face height to examine her foot with astonishing flexibility, typical of her divine condition. She was so... confused by these "deformed hands" that she even licked it a bit in an exploratory way, but that fell to the background as she returned her attention to me. The clumsiness lasted barely a second: for an entity of her caliber, adapting to a new mold was a matter of a simple thought. She closed the distance and wrapped her arms around me energetically.
Even if she refused to admit it, enjoying a face-to-face encounter was a mutual delight. Without hesitation, we merged into a deeply human kiss. Elise insisted on inserting her tongue further than human proportions allowed, but the clumsiness was charming, especially when she tried to anchor herself firmly against the ground out of excitement and lost her balance, missing the stability of her hooves.
"Don't get used to it... This is just a test; I don't plan on adopting this appearance on a regular basis," she declared with simulated severity, though she didn't stop stroking my hair with the pads of her soft fingers, enjoying the texture. "It is a flawed physiognomy: the breasts are too high up, small mouth, short tongue, eyes too far forward, hooves too soft, lacks coat... Clearly an inferior species, doomed to extinction."
"Yes, yes... We are an aberration, my beloved, racist equine queen," I replied mockingly. "But I would love to have you in this form every once in a while."
Elise snorted loudly through her nose in indignation, offering an extremely comical gesture. Immediately after, she tried to deliver a headbutt to me, as if she still possessed the horn on her forehead. It was, of course, a game: given her divine nature, even through an avatar, an actual impact would have wiped out several miles in the surrounding area had she applied her true power.
"Fine, I am going to make love to you in your prettiest form until I leave you full of foals... But I demand fair reciprocity," I said, adopting a dramatic, authoritative tone.
"Fine... maybe, but... A one-to-three ratio! No... one-to-ten! No, one-to-a-hundred!" she demanded haughtily. "A single time in this body for every thousand encounters in my genuine form!"
"We'll negotiate that later," I mentioned before sealing her lips with another kiss.
We continued the exploration for a few minutes, tracing each other's anatomy. Touching the skin of a deity produced a sensory delight that, for any other mortal, would far surpass the effect of any substance or known pleasure. Feeling such soft skin instead of her coat was quite an experience... Nevertheless, it was time to get down to action.
We parted with the certainty of what would come next. A human physiognomy meant exploring a completely different mechanic in sex. Elise knew my anticipation for this moment and had no intention of depriving me of the pleasure despite her racial notions, but she didn't put aside her peculiar pride, ready to prove to me that "even as a mare in human form, she easily surpassed any natural human woman."
Her attire vanished instantly: my clothes returned to the [Inventory] while hers disintegrated into particles of light. Naked, revealing immaculate skin and pale hues on her nipples and her delicate cunt, she looked even more dazzling. I could barely contain my perverted predatory expression so as not to ruin the moment.
And so, we stopped postponing it. Despite having seen me on countless occasions with other women, her instincts prevailed, and she tried to get down on all fours, without success, becoming annoyed due to the height disparity between her arms and legs. Finally, we resolved the posture by having her rest her arms against the trunk of a nearby tree.
I glanced at her buttocks, which were smaller and firmer compared to her equine physiognomy. She clarified that this appearance was merely a conceptual creation, not the definitive representation she would assume when her divinity finished consolidating. I wasn't looking at her actual manifestation, but a provisional variant that simply "happened"; still, it was more than enough.
I stroked her delicate folds with the tip of my penis, which were already displaying considerable moisture. Elise bit her lower lip in a vain attempt to hold back her groans. The simple fact of knowing that I wanted her so much and sensing my excitement to possess her—even in this "inferior" form—awakened an animal emotion in her that almost made her feel in heat.
After playing with that area for a few moments, I held her firmly by the hips and prepared for penetration, but...
"Eh?! Ah! Hey!! What are you supposed to be doing?" Elise exclaimed, flinching and hastily covering herself while turning around in indignation. "What are you trying to do?!"
"Penetrate you?" I replied, bewildered.
"Hmph... don't joke," she snorted, leaning back against the tree with the same confusion.
Despite the strangeness of the situation, I decided not to overthink it and readjusted myself to restart the thrust. However, the scene repeated itself. This time, Elise threw a kick with her leg to push me away, momentarily forgetting that she lacked a hoof.
"What is wrong with you?!" she protested loudly. "It's gigantic! We were supposed to fuck, not split me in half! I didn't ask for rough today! I just want normal sex..."
I looked at her with absolute perplexity. I directed my gaze to her crotch, then to my penis, and finally back to her face. Elise was observing my member with evident suspicion.
"Now is not the time for your penis to have grown. Even if pain in this avatar is irrelevant, the sensation is uncomfortable. I don't like it," she reproached.
"I haven't changed anything..." I tried to explain.
"Sure! Then why do I feel like you're trying to stretch my vagina until it bursts? Seriously, if you're not going to take this seriously, I'd rather leave it here," she protested, crossing her arms while her robe of light materialized over her body once more.
"Elise... I haven't changed size," I said, finally understanding the dilemma. "It's not that I've grown... it's that your anatomy is now smaller. The dimensions of a human vagina and an equine one have no basis for comparison."
"What?" she blurted out, looking down at her crotch and spreading it open with her fingers.
She inserted one finger, then two, beginning to explore the area with frank scientific intrigue.
"Why are human females' holes so narrow?" she questioned with deep disgust. "What biological sense does this make? How are they supposed to copulate normally? They are definitely a defective species."