Filename:       TRESRPT4.TXT
Codes:          HH, transformation, cons, magic, oral
Author's name:  Kizul Emeraldfire
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Story title:    Treasure Seekers, chapter 4
Story part:     Part 1, Chapter 4

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    "See anything?" Jen shouted the question across the
clearing to her sister; both of them were examining the
sides of the temple. They had already looked at the back,
the statues, and at the pedestals, but so far had found
nothing.
    "Not on my side. What about yours?" Tanya shouted back.
    "Nothing." Jen stared disappointedly at the worn,
once-elaborate patterns that had been carved ages ago into
the stone wall before her.
    A few minutes silently passed, and Jen was walking back
to the front of the temple when her sister called out to
her again.
    "Jen!"
    "Yeah?"
    "The doors! They're open!"
    "What??"
    The older of the two sisters ran up the steps,
stumbling once and almost dropping her makeshift torch.
When she got to the top, she saw the doors opened outward,
the inside of the temple unlit and pitch black.
    "Huh. Maybe your knocking had something to it after
all, sis!" Jen hugged Tanya, ecstatic that they'd be able
to go into the temple after all.
    Tanya laughed. "What would you do without me?"
    Jen broke the hug, and gave her sister a mock-frown,
after which the two broke into a fit of giggles. After they
faded away, the two entered through the cavernous doorway.
    "It's... It's..."
    "Dark?" Tanya ventured.
    "...Not exactly the word I was looking for, but yes, it
is -- very."
    "Our torches barely light the floor around us."
    "Maybe there's been so much darkness in here for so
long, it got thicker?"
    Tanya laughed again. "Maybe we should look for some
torches on the walls, so we can make the darkness less
dense!"
    "Right."
    They searched the walls, but found no torch brackets.
    "Well THIS won't do, we can barely SEE. And our torches
are getting low, too." Another blob of ash fell from
Tanya's branch.
    At that moment there was a whooshing noise, followed by
a muffled *thunk* and several small clinks and clanks. As
the noises stopped, the chamber lit suddenly with a
slightly-bluish light from many large torches high above.
Some of them were near the top of the ceiling, which looked
to be a hundred feet high, and seemed to glow. All of the
torches were out of reach.
    "Well, no wonder we couldn't find any torches to light.
They're all ten and more feet above us." Jen looked around
the suddenly-revealed chamber in amazement.
    Against the back wall was a large altar, a small set of
steps leading up to it. Above that was a large gargoyle's
head, spitting water out onto the basin of the altar. Four
very tall, ornate pillars made of a white-blue marble stood
near the corners in the room, each one about six feet wide
and stretching all the way to the ceiling.
    "Nice place..." Jen walked forward, examining the
altar. It was waist-high and made of stone, with a
greenish-gold metal basin in the center, set on a sort of
island. The rest of the altar was filled with the water
that overflowed from the basin.
    Jen looked around. "There don't seem to be any other
doors, though. Hmm..."
    "Jen!"
    "Mmm?"
    "We're trapped!"
    "Huh?!"
    Jen whipped around, flinging her burnt-out torch aside
and rushed down the length of the gigantic room. The doors
were both shut as tight as they had been earlier, and
neither budged when they tried once again to open them.
    The sisters slumped against a pillar, facing the doors.
"Great. First we couldn't get INside, now we can't get
OUTside," Tanya moaned.
    "Stay positive, sis, we'll find a way out of here," Jen
said, hugging Tanya close. "Maybe we have to knock to get
OUT as WELL as in. Come on, let's give it a try."
    Tanya agreed to try, and so they each stood at one
door, iron ring in hand, and knocked on the doors once more
in unison.
    "Now... I guess we just wait?" Tanya looked at her
sister.
    "I guess so. I wish we'd brought our supplies with us,
though -- I'm thirsty."
    "There's water at the altar..."
    "You're not supposed to drink THAT kind of water --
it's holy, or something."
    "I do not see why you cannot drink from the waters of
my altar," said a light, smooth, and slightly deep voice
from behind them.
    The sisters whirled around, staring at the source of
the speaker. Standing in front of the altar was a tall
woman with pale blue skin and long, elf-like pointed ears,
smiling lightly. She wore flowing robes of deep royal blue
trimmed in pink and yellow triangles bordered in white. Her
hair was very long, pale blonde in color. In her hands, she
held two silver goblets, each studded with four red rubies
on the sides. "Come -- drink."
    They started walking cautiously towards the woman.
    "She looks like a living version of one of the statues
outside," Tanya said quietly to Jen, glancing at her.
"Only..."
    "Hm?"
    "If she IS an angel like the statues, how come she
doesn't have wings like they do?"
    "Hmm... I dunno, maybe they're under her robes, or she
can hide them or something."
    When they reached woman and altar, they were offered a
goblet each. As they took the goblets, the wingless angel
slowly nodded once.
    "Drink."
    Tanya drank, enjoying the pure water she had been
offered, but Jen hesitated. She'd only gone to church for a
few months when she was very young; both of her parents had
still been alive then. It was at that church she learned
that holy water was not for drinking.
    She stood, looking at the water in her goblet, still
wondering whether she should drink it or not as her sister
finished her gobletful.
    "Thank you, it was very good water."
    The angel smiled warmly and nodded at the younger
sibling. "You are most welcome."
    Jen chewed her lip and sighed. `I guess it'd be rude
not to drink it,' she thought, bringing the goblet to her
lips. `Still, that priest must've said what he'd said for a
reason...'
    Just as she was about to take a drink, Tanya let out a
yawn.
    "I feel sleepy all of a sudden, sis -- I think I'll
turn in for the night..."
    Jen looked from the water in her goblet to Tanya to the
angel, catching a glimpse of the panicked look that had
flitted across the blue-skinned face.
    Tanya stumbled as she turned to go down the stairs,
fighting to stay awake long enough to walk down them, but
she fell asleep before she could take more than a step, and
began to fall forward.
    "Tanya!!"
    Jen flung the goblet away and darted towards her
sister, catching her as she fell.
    She rounded on the wingless angel. "What did you do to
her?!" Jen demanded angrily.
    "Calm, young one -- she is simply sleeping."
    "For how long?"
    "...Several hours. Only until sun-up."
    "Would I have fallen asleep if I'd drank, too?"
    "...Yes."
    Jen looked at the elven-like maiden. She was standing
in front of the altar still, but her head was lowered
slightly, a saddened expression upon her face. She looked
away from the sisters, so Jen decided to lay Tanya down and
make her a little more comfortable.
    "I'm sorry I yelled."
    The angel gave a small slow, apologetic nod, still not
looking at Jen.
    "I just want to know... what would you have done with
us while we slept?"
    The angel lowered her head and sighed, then turned her
gaze to Jen. "It has been centuries since anyone has come
to this temple. You are the first. I just wanted... to BE
with someone again. You said you had thirst, so I offered
holy water as your... sister? -- suggested. I had forgotten
that it put regular mortals to sleep. Forgive me."
    Jen nodded. "I forgive you -- it was an honest
mistake." The older sibling looked around a little. "So,
are you an angel?"
    "I... WAS an angel."
    "`Was?'"
    "I fell from grace, a long time ago."
    Jen sat next to her sleeping sister. "How did it
happen?"
    "I was an angel of wish-fulfillment. One night, I
appeared to a young girl about her age --" she gestured to
Tanya, "-- so that I could grant her a wish that she had
been begging for."
    "What was her wish?"
    "I shall get to that. She was... special, in that she
was both sexes."
    "Both?"
    "Yes. Her wish was to be only female, instead of a
hermaphrodite as she was. I asked her if I could try to
convince her to take back her wish, and she agreed -- but
the only way I could think to really show her how special
she was... caused me to fall from grace."
    "How did you show her?"
    "I..." The angel blushed and looked away, rather
embarrassed. "I... coupled with her..."
    Jen grinned. "Did she change her mind?"
    "Sadly, she did not. I granted her wish, but I do not
think she realized just how special she had been. She lived
a good life, though."
    "So... if you've `fallen from grace,' what does that
make you now?" Jen looked at the woman curiously.
    "I, as well as my nine sisters, are now demonesses.
Many of them fell from grace before I did, but I was not
the last."
    "Do you have a name?"
    "I have had many; the name I prefer is Elanir."
    There was a moment of silence. Jen gazed down between
her legs, trying to imagine what having a penis down there
would be like. "I wonder how it would feel..."
    Elanir's face brightened, a large smile spreading
across it. "Do you wish it?"
    Jen stood. "You can still grant wishes?"
    "I can, but as I have fallen from grace, I can only
grant them to people when they are inside this temple now."
    The older sibling considered for a moment. "Then... I
wish I knew how it felt to be both."
    "Both what?"
    It was Jen's turn to blush embarrassedly. "...You
know."
    "This is a wish; you must be specific. `Both' can mean
many things."
    "Alright, I wish -- I wish I were a hermaphrodite."
    Elanir grinned, dipping another goblet into the water
from the basin of the altar. "Then drink, and let your wish
be granted." She held out the goblet to Jen on both hands.
    "But, that's holy water -- won't it put me to sleep?"
    "I still retain my wish-fulfilling powers, but they are
weaker; I cannot grant wishes the same way I used to. I am
a demoness of water now, however, so I can change the holy
water by combining both of my powers to suppress its
sedative properties while infusing them with the power to
grant one wish of the drinker."
    "Alright then -- here goes..." Jen took the goblet and
drank, feeling a slight tingling sensation all over her
body as she swallowed the last of the water.
    The tingly feeling slowly centered at her crotch,
feeling as though thousands of small bubbles were rapidly
popping against her skin. She blushed as she realized that
the sensation was heavily turning her on.
    Suddenly, the tingling greatly intensified, making Jen
cry out, falling to her knees in surprise.
    "Are you all right?" Elanir asked, kneeling in front of
Jen, looking concerned.
    Jen panted, her face flushed from the strange, intense
feelings raging on in her groin, now focused on her
clitoris, which she could feel growing from more than her
arousal. "Yeah, it's just -- intense."
    Elanir smiled, rubbing Jen's crotch, both of them
noticing the bulge that was growing. The elder sibling
moaned, grinding against the rubbing hand as the bulge
grew. The demoness pulled her hand away, a bit of a grin on
her face.
    "D-don't stop, please!" Jen grabbed Elanir's hand,
giving a pleading look into her eyes.
    "I would not have you orgasm before your wish was
completely fulfilled," Elanir said, bringing her other hand
up to caress the girl's flushed face.
    Suddenly, the tingling stopped. Jen made a noise of
confusion. "It's stopped."
    "Then your wish is fully granted -- congratulations,
young one." Elanir smiled happily.
    "..." Jen looked away, a small look of discomfort
playing across her features.
    "Is something the matter?"
    "...I... um. I'm still -- horny."
    The demoness chuckled, and stood. "Come, take off your
trousers -- I shall help you with that."
    Jen stood up and pulled off her boots, then pulled her
tights down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She
stared down at her greatly-tented panties.
    Jen ran a couple of fingers across her new penis that
poked out from within them, shivering slightly from the
pleasure she felt, letting out a small moan. Her wished-for
member was slightly longer than six inches, and a little
more than an inch thick. The cloth between her legs was
quite soaked.
    "Take those off as well."
    Jen jumped; she'd almost forgotten that Elanir was
there. She bent down and pulled at her panties, the
waistband snagging for a moment on her hard new appendage,
causing it to slap against her belly. Her crotch fully
exposed, Jen stepped out of her undergarment and laid it on
her tights, nudging the small pile to one side with her
foot.
    She looked at Elanir, grinning a little as she saw that
the demoness's face was a bit flushed as well, holding her
robes out from herself oddly.
    Elanir stepped towards Jen, a hand reaching out to
gently caress her face, her arm pulling the girl toward
her, embracing her.
    The neo-hermaphrodite looked up into the eyes of the
demoness, standing on tiptoes as she gave Elanir a
passionate kiss on the lips, feeling her erection throb
with pleasure as it rubbed against the cloth folds of the
demoness's robe.
    Elanir kissed back, her tongue slipping into Jen's
mouth, both of them sampling the other's taste.
    When they finally broke the kiss, Jen felt stifled in
the clothing she was still wearing. As she loosened the
belt around her tunic, Elanir shrugged off her own colorful
outer-robe, leaving her in a plain white gown.
    Elanir waited for Jen to start pulling her tunic off,
waiting until her face was covered before dipping down and
settling on her knees. She blew softly on the most
sensitive part of Jen's penis, eliciting a gasp of surprise
and moan of pleasure from the girl.
    Jen tossed her tunic, belt still around it, onto her
other clothes, shuddering as Elanir gave the her cock a
long, wet lick from its base to its tip.
    Elanir looked up at Jen, her fingers playing along the
wet, fleshy rod before her. "Enjoying your wish so far?"
    Jen fumbled with her snug undershirt, loosening it.
"G-god, it feels great!"
    Elanir grinned. "I can make it feel even better."
Without waiting for a response, Elanir wrapped her lips
around Jen's shaft, gently sucking as she bobbed her head
along the length of it.
    "A-ah! Elanir!" Jen suddenly became weak at the knees
again, grabbing onto the altar to support herself. "Ah --
don't stop -- it feels incredible!"
    The demoness complied, speeding up, determined to make
the moaning girl feel as good as possible.
    "Ah -- Elanir, I'm gonna-!" Jen's sentence went
unfinished as she cut off with a short hiccup, followed
closely by a grunt and a long moan as Elanir pushed herself
to the hilt of her cock, making Jen cum in a way she had
never experienced before.
    Elanir looked up at Jen's flushed face -- the girl's
eyes were shut tightly, her mouth wide open as she breathed
heavily. The demoness greedily swallowed all of Jen's cum,
not even spilling one drop, gently pulling away after
licking her clean.
    Jen collapsed weakly, her back to the altar, feeling
like she'd just run a mile, only left with pleasure instead
of muscle fatigue. She gazed at Elanir with a dazed smile
on her face, then leaned forward, and hugged her.
    "Thank you, Elanir."
    "..." Elanir hugged back with a smile as well, but
blushed as something long, stiff, and hot under her gown
rubbed against Jen.
    "...Elanir -- are you..?"
    The demoness nodded. "I am a hermaphrodite as well."
    Jen thought for a moment. She'd been heavenly-pleasured
with her penis, which was mostly soft now -- but now that
she thought about it, her pussy still ached with need.
    She leaned back, spreading herself with a couple of
fingers of one hand, brushing away some of the hair that
had shifted in front of her face with the other. "I want to
help you with your hornyness now." Jen gave a small grin.
    "I... cannot." Elanir looked away from Jen.
    "But you WANT to, right?"
    The demoness nodded again.
    "You're not an angel anymore; you can make love to me
if you want to. *I* want you to."
    Elanir turned back to Jen, hesitating for a moment
before standing as she undid her pristinely-white gown.
    Jen slowly stood as Elanir opened her gown, shrugging
it to her shoulders before pulling it off all of the way,
settling it on top of her outer robe.
    She looked Elanir over, open-mouthed at her beauty. The
demoness's body was lean, with a hint of muscle, all of it
the same shade of light blue. Her pale blonde hair fell to
the middle of her thighs. Elanir's breasts were fairly
generous D-cups, the areolas and nipples a rosy pink and
standing straight out, having stiffened a bit in the
temple's cool air.
    Jen's gaze traveled downward, to the long, thick penis
between Elanir's legs -- it was a good three or four inches
longer than her own, and almost twice as thick. From the
base of the shaft up, it was several shades of blue darker
than the rest of the demoness's body, the large knob of the
head a deep violet color.
    After shedding her undershirt, Jen hoisted herself onto
the edge of the altar and sat, leaning back carefully so as
not to knock over the basin. She hoisted her legs up,
spreading them wide as she parted her lower lips
invitingly, her new appendage hard once again, despite
having climaxed so recently.
    Elanir came toward Jen, their penises both rubbing
together as she ran her large cock along the girl's soaked
folds, leaning forward to plant several kisses down the
side of her neck.
    Reaching out with a hand, Elanir cupped one of Jen's
breasts, caressing the hardening nipple with her thumb.
    "Please, Elanir, put it in me -- I, I need it..." Jen
whimpered.
    The demoness nodded once, bringing her mouth down to
Jen's other breast as she lined herself up with the girl's
slit. Suckling noisily, she slicked her penis with the
copious amount of natural lube that Jen was dripping.
    Suddenly, Elanir thrust into Jen, hard, making her yelp
in surprise. The yelp melted away to low moans of pleasure
as the demoness gave some much shorter thrusts before
plunging as much more of her meat into Jen as she could,
letting out a moan herself.
    When she bottomed out, there were only a couple of
inches of her penis left outside of Jen's pussy. Elanir
began pumping in and out of Jen in long, slow, deliberate
strokes, gradually gaining speed.
    Jen bucked against the demoness's thrusts in time with
the steadily increasing rhythm, feeling her climax rapidly
approaching as she and Elanir deeply kissed again,
breathing hard as their tongues intertwined.
    Jen cried out as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave,
her back arching and pussy clamping down on Elanir's large
cock as her juices squirted out around it.
    While Jen was in the throes of her climax, Elanir did
something the girl didn't expect. The demoness picked her
up, and as she did, she turned Jen so that her back was
against Elanir's front to face the altar, all without
taking herself out of the girl.
    Jen shuddered in ecstasy, moaning loudly as she was
turned around on the fleshy spire that she was impaled
upon, almost gasping for breath. "Ah -- E-Elanir! G-god,
you're b-better than a-any guy I've -- ah! -- e-ever been
with!"
    Elanir blushed at the compliment, but said nothing,
instead reaching in front of Jen, her hand gripping the
girl's rock-hard member, pumping it in time with her
continued thrusts.
    "Wh -- what are you -- ah! -- doing?" Jen asked,
starting to get overwhelmed, and quickly nearing another
orgasm from the pleasure of her sensitive new male part
being stimulated as well as her vagina.
    "The altar -- I want you to fill it -- nn -- with your
cum!" Elanir panted as she felt her own climax drawing
close. She was now thrusting and pumping as fast as she
could, about to go over the edge. She made a quick, unseen
gesture with her free hand, and the stone gargoyle's mouth
slowly closed.
    "Ah -- I f-feel like I'm about to b-burst!"
    Elanir couldn't hold back any longer; with one final
thrust, the demoness plunged Jen down as far as she could
onto her cock, spurting hot, thick gobs of cum deep into
the girl's womb.
    Jen could feel her eyes glaze over as pleasure seemed
to explode from all over her body, wracked by a
dual-orgasm, her pussy milking Elanir's member for all it
could give. Her own penis shot long ropes of cum high into
the air as she continued to be jacked off by the demoness,
most of the cum landing in altar's basin and on the stone
wall behind it.
    As their climaxes slowly wore off, Elanir sank to the
floor of the dais, jelly-legged, turning her back to the
altar and leaning back against it. Her cock was still
buried almost to the hilt inside of Jen, throbbing as it
released the last of its load. Both of them breathed
heavily.
    "That... felt better... than ANYTHING I've ever felt
before!" Jen panted, still shivering a little in her
afterglow, a wide, dazed smile on her face. "Thank you,
Elanir." She felt limp all over.
    "You are very welcome -- thank you, too, for helping me
with my... `hornyness.'" Elanir smiled at Jen and held her
close, the demoness's penis twitching as the girl shifted
position a little on her lap.
    The moments ticked by as they silently enjoyed the
embrace, neither of them having the will or strength to
move just then.
    
    Jen eventually broke the silence.
    "...Say, does this temple have any hidden entrances, or
trap-doors or anything like that?"
    Elanir chuckled. "To the best of my knowledge, there
have never been such things here. It has always been simply
a temple of prayer, nothing more."
    Jen lowered her head sadly. "So there's no treasure
here after all..."
    "What do you mean by `no treasure?'" the demoness asked
curiously.
    "Well, you said it yourself -- there're no secret
entrances, no trap-doors -- and there's nothing in here
that would count as treasure except maybe the basin on this
altar."
    "What about your wish? You do not consider that to be a
treasure?"
    Jen thought for a while.
    "...I guess I didn't -- you're right, this wish IS a
treasure." Jen gave a small laugh. "And I wouldn't take it
back for all the gold in the world!"
    Elanir smiled. "I am happy you liked it." She kissed
the top of Jen's head.
    There was another moment of silence.
    Again, Jen broke the ice.
    "Elanir... if you could have any wish for yourself,
what would it be? I'm just curious."
    "Hmm..."
    Elanir closed her eyes as she thought.
    "...I do not know what I would wish for."
    "Not even to be an angel again?"
    "I cannot grant all wishes. Even if I had the power to
do so, I could not grant that one."
    "Why not?" Jen looked at Elanir, puzzled.
    "Because... when my powers were given to me, I was told
that I would be able to grant the wish of anyone, barring
myself, that asked a wish of me. So you see, even if I DID
wish to become an angel again, I could not grant it."
    "What if... What if I wished it?"
    Elanir chuckled. "It is quite all right, young one. I
do not mind being a demoness. It has its uses, just like
being an angel did."
    There was yet another moment of silence.
    Again, Jen broke it.
    "...Tanya'll be disappointed that we came all this way,
only to go back to town empty-handed." Jen frowned.
    "You do not HAVE to..."
    "You're suggesting we STAY HERE?" Jen asked, a little
surprised.
    Elanir laughed. "No, young one, I mean -- you can
always make a wish."
    Jen's eyes widened with sudden realization, her face
brightening up for a moment -- then she frowned again.
    "But... I thought it was `one wish per person' or
something."
    Elanir giggled. "No, it has never been like that. Go
on, make another wish if you like."
    "Alright -- I'll get off your lap first so you can get
the wish-water ready."
    Jen crawled off of Elanir's lap, the demoness's cock
pulling out of her pussy with a lewd *schlick* noise,
ending in a juicy *pop* as it came completely free. Some of
Elanir's cum leaked from her stretched hole, dripping down
between her legs.
    Jen rubbed her wet thighs together as Elanir got up,
and was enjoying the feeling until suddenly her blood ran
cold with fear as the realization of what she'd done sank
in.
    As calmly as she could manage, she turned to the
demoness and chuckled weakly.
    "Say, Elanir..."
    Elanir looked up from the goblet of holy water she was
changing. "Yes?"
    "I don't suppose that you... you got me pregnant with
all the cum you pumped into me, did you?"
    Elanir smiled reassuringly. "You need not worry, young
one -- I cannot impregnate mortals, only other immortals."
    Jen heaved a sigh of relief. "Good, good, that's --
good." She thought for a moment.
    "...What about me? Am I -- potent?"
    The demoness nodded.
    `Right then,' Jen thought. `I'll have to be really
careful from now on, unless I want to end up with children
I never knew I HAD...'
    "You should probably get dressed -- it is nearly
daybreak," Elanir said as she slipped on her white gown.
    "Oh yeah, Tanya should be waking up soon." Jen took
Elanir's advice and began dressing, but had only put on her
undergarments when a thought struck her.
    "...Wait a minute, we went at it ALL NIGHT?"
    "Most of the night, anyway -- I am surprised that you
are not very sleepy yet." Elanir was wearing her robe
again.
    Jen continued dressing, pulling her tunic back on. "It
didn't SEEM like it was that long."
    Elanir chuckled. "It was."
    After pulling her tights and boots back on, Jen snugged
her tunic's belt a bit, and pulled her hair free from the
back of her tunic, running her fingers through it in an
attempt to straighten it a bit. It didn't do much, but it
helped.
    "Alright, I'm ready to wish now."
    "Go ahead."
    "I wish..." Jen thought a moment. "I wish that there
were a horse outside this temple waiting for my sister and
I, hitched to a wagon filled with treasure that looked like
it would belong here."
    Elanir grinned, holding out the goblet filled with what
Jen had dubbed `wish-water.' "Drink, and let your wish be
granted."
    Jen took the goblet, drinking down the water thirstily.
A look of puzzlement appeared on her face.
    "...I don't think it worked."
    "Hm? What makes you say that?"
    "I didn't feel any tingling this time."
    Elanir nodded once, slowly. "The reason you felt
tingles with your first wish is because that one changed
you, physically. The wish you just made did not."
    "Oh." Jen looked around. "So, it IS granted?"
    The demoness smiled, and nodded again. "Your sister
will awaken soon, too."
    As if on cue, Tanya stirred from her slumber.
    "Nn... how long was I out, sis?" she said groggily,
sitting up as she rubbed her stiff back.
    Jen sat down next to her sister. "It's about sun-up.
You slept for several hours, at least." She gave a small
yawn. "I'm starting to feel a bit sleepy myself, now."
    "You've been awake ALL NIGHT?"
    "Eh, well --"
    The sound of many small clinks and clanks, followed by
a loud groaning and grinding noise coming from the front of
the temple interrupted Jen.
    "You must go," Elanir told the sisters. "I fear that I
have been in this form for too long, and I grow weak. I
have opened the doors, but they will close in a few
minutes."
    Jen helped Tanya to her feet; the younger sister was
still fighting off the lingering effects of the holy water.
"Come on, sis, we've gotta go now."
    "But we didn't get anything!"
    Jen looked at Elanir and grinned. "I'm sure we'll come
up with something..."
    As the sisters neared the entrance, Jen turned around
and waved at the demoness, who smiled and waved back.
    "Thanks for everything, Elanir! We'll come back someday
to repay you!"
    Elanir gave a small nod. "I shall look forward to the
day you return. Perhaps I will get to know more about you
then."
    Tanya and Jen ran the last few feet to the entrance and
into the orange-gold dawn. The younger girl paused, turning
back after she'd just passed the doors, glancing from her
sister to Elanir, who was standing in front of the altar
still.
    "Jen -- what... happened while I was asleep?"
    Jen, who was just descending the steep stone stairway,
stopped and looked back at her sister. "I'll tell you about
it on the way back, sis. Come on, the wagon's over here!"
She started down the steps again.
    "A wagon? How'd you get a wagon when we were trapped in
there?" Tanya jerked her head in the direction of the
temple's entrance, the doors of which were closing quietly,
and followed her sister.
    "Don't worry, I'll explain that, too! Now come on!"
    
    As the girls ran off, Elanir watched for a few moments,
then let the doors close. There was a muffled *thunk*,
followed by several clinks and clanks as they locked
themselves again.
    She took a small, battered piece of folded parchment
from her robe and carefully unfolded it, examining the
written-on side. It appeared to be a map of the marshlands,
leading to the temple.
    `I guess she dropped it in all the excitement,' Elanir
thought as she held it up a little higher.
    As she took her hand away, the parchment stayed
floating in the air, slowly beginning to fade.
    "It is time to hide the map again, and let it be found
by someone new," Elanir said as she waved her hand. The map
disappeared completely, leaving a sparkling, watery mirage
behind.
    The demoness grinned, floating just over the basin,
letting her body become clearer and more water-like. She
loved this game, despite how long it usually took people to
find the map.
    `But I can wait,' she thought as she dissolved into
water, slowly pouring herself into the basin. There would
be others...



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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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