The pretty mage wore a satisfied smirk, crossing her robed arms over her slender waist.

“How did you…?” began Erikkan.

“Where did that…?” Delilah said simultaneously. 

The slender elf shrugged nonchalantly. “Why are you both so surprised? I have been practicing, after all. It’s only natural I’ve gotten a little bit more powerful.”

Delilah and Erikkan stood there speechless. Delilah cast a doubtful look at Erikkan, not entirely convinced by her friend’s explanation, but Erikkan simply shrugged and set about cleaning his blade.

Delilah’s brows furrowed. Just last week, casting a single fireball spell had been enough to wipe Loresse out completely for the better part of a day. Today? She had just cast a second such spell within moments—and it was far more powerful than anything Delilah had ever seen her pull off before. Something wasn’t right about that. Mages didn’t progress so far so quickly in both stamina and power.

“Let’s get going,” said Loresse. “Delilah’s goddess awaits.” She said the word ‘goddess’ with a sneer, as if it were a particularly nasty epithet.

Delilah blinked in surprise as the mage swept past her, her friend’s black mane trailing a floral scent as the slim elf stalked by. She watched the woman go, briefly wondering if the top of Loresse’s head seemed a bit higher than she was used to

Delilah gasped, unprepared for the vision that was her friend’s body, still reeling from the raw sensuality of her salacious dream.

The young elf was absolutely stunning, her body tight, toned, and luscious. Loresse had always been so slender it was easy to think of her friend as more of an adolescent than a young woman. No one would make that mistake now. The terrycloth towel barely covered enough to meet modesty’s needs, her full breasts bulging over the top of the tight knot, almost the entire length of her silky thighs visible as they emerged from her bottom of the damp fabric’s flowing caress. Delilah’s wandering eyes widened further as she saw the staggeringly perfect lower slopes of Loresse’s smooth, shapely derriere emerging from the shifting cloth that couldn’t quite contain its elegantly flowing arc.

The cleric’s lips trembled as her eyes moved upward to find Loresse’s dark, glimmering eyes.

Loresse twisted her body until she was again facing the temple’s goddess, her sinuous abs tightening beneath the perfect skin of her slender midriff with the motion. She stepped forward, the long slit in her calf-length skirt parting to reveal the entire length of her endless, heartbreakingly perfect leg. She began to circle the blonde goddess with languidly graceful strides. Mesmerizing lips parted as her seductive voice continued what appeared to be a well-rehearsed speech.

“With your breathtaking appearance and promises of healing powers, you draw in followers and worshippers,” said Loresse disdainfully. “But in truth, you’re weak.”

The nubile elf paused, her lush breasts now straining the halter-like top created when her damaged robes had been torn by the dragon. Delilah could see Loresse’s body changing now, ascending to ever-more-breathtaking heights. Her sleek stomach rippled with taut, feminine muscle. The raven-haired beauty’s long legs continued to tone with ever increasing definition as they drew to a stop, her long slitted skirt swishing to delicately caress the satin skin of her slender thighs. She was now taller than Astra, looking down on the blonde goddess, a haughty expression twisting her perfect lips.

“You never deserved worshippers like Delilah. A goddess? Ha! You couldn’t even stand up to a dragon and some rabble sent to invade your temple. You couldn’t keep me, a simple mage from stripping you of the entirety of your following.”

Loresse leaned toward the goddess, her dark eyes blazing triumphantly. “And it wasn’t even difficult. It was easy.”

Astra swallowed nervously, feeling the radiant aura of might Loresse now possessed, knowing intuitively that the sensual elf’s staggeringly sexy body was vastly more powerful than her own.

“Your followers deserve someone worthy of their worship. They deserve someone who can inflame their passions, to inspire them with her strength…”

Loresse smiled as she watched Astra’s eyes fill with awe, the formerly formidable goddess now trembling before the young elf’s rising magnificence.

“...they deserve me!”