The World Is Mine For The Taking

"W-Wait, what are you going to do?" Dorothea asked, her voice trembling as her eyes widened in fear.

Her limbs were bound tightly by the dryads' vines.

They were twisting, living things that slithered with unnatural precision.

Any slight movement from her only prompted the vines to constrict tighter, coiling around her arms and legs like serpents determined to crush all resistance.

The Dryads' vines weren't just for show.

They were infamous for their terrifying strength.

Once entangled, unless you had overwhelming force, there was no hope of escape.

They'd keep draining your life force until you were reduced to a dry, shriveled husk, no more than a lifeless shell.

Panic would've been a natural reaction for anyone caught like this.

But, as she squirmed in confusion and fear, what truly rattled Dorothea was the question burning in her wide eyes—why did I have this kind of power?

Her disbelief was understandable.

No people could tame even one Dryad, let alone three.

But I didn't just tame them.

I dominated them.

The once-proud Dryad sisters now knelt at my feet, calling me "Master" with obedience in their eyes.

Through that submission, they had granted me access to a part of their mana.

It was an extension of my ability which was the power to copy and utilize the abilities of the women I'd dominated.

Though the Dryads didn't possess unique abilities and such, their powers still added a formidable edge to my arsenal.

"You piss me off. So it's only natural that I do this," I said coldly.

Right now, my body had taken on the form of a woman.

It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but it definitely felt off.

There was a strange weight pressing down on my chest.

My new breasts were heavier than I'd expected, bouncing slightly with every shift in my posture.

I wasn't wearing a bra, so the sensation was… uncomfortable.

Every movement made them sway or sag in a way that reminded me how exposed and unsupported they were under the man's clothes I was still wearing.

I finally understood why women with large breasts often complained. What men found so attractive… could also be such a burden.

"Ha! So, are you bothered by this, Leon?" Dorothea mocked, trying to sound amused despite her helpless position. "You seem like you're enjoying it, though."

I met her gaze with eyes like ice.

My eyes were flat and devoid of warmth.

"I don't think a face like that means he's enjoying it," came Tris' voice from behind me.

Her tone was firmer and deeper now, which was understandable, given that she had also been turned into a man.

"Fuhahahaha! Come on, you should be grateful!" Dorothea laughed, smugness returning to her voice. "People pay me good money to have their genders changed! They come to me, crying about how they feel trapped in someone else's body... and boom! I fix it for them. I basically did yours for free. That's charity, you know?"

She grinned wide, proud of herself, as if expecting applause.

But I didn't laugh.

Instead, I twisted the vines around her body.

Tighter this time.

"Ah…"

Dorothea gasped, her voice catching in her throat.

"Hey… wait… Where are you touching?!"

The vines obeyed my will, writhing like snakes drunk on instinct.

They coiled tightly around her legs, the pressure so intense that her flesh bulged slightly between the gaps in the vines.

The pulsing green tendrils slithered up her thighs, spreading further, winding like lovers tracing her curves.

Then the vines looped around her breasts too.

At this point, she looked like she was tied up in full-on bondage.

"L-Leon, this is lewd…" Tris mumbled, a crimson blush spreading across her cheeks.

The blush looked comically misplaced on her current masculine face, but it made the moment all the more surreal.

"Well," I said calmly, "it seems this woman thinks pranks are a game. So I figured I'd play one right back. An eye for an eye."

"W-Well… I guess you're right…" Tris muttered, awkwardly stepping back, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.

"I don't know where this is going," Isiliraiellyn, who was also turned into a man, chimed in, her eyes gleaming with interest as she clenched her fists in anticipation, "but this is getting really exciting!"

"W-Wait… Ahhh! T-The vines… They're so wriggly and tight…! Ahhhh…!"

Dorothea's voice trembled as the vines slithered more aggressively now.

She looked… flushed. Her face was a deep pink, her breaths uneven and ragged.

Despite her words, she didn't seem that uncomfortable.

In fact, she looked as though she was enjoying it.

And honestly? Watching her like this with her being helpless, gasping and her cheeks burning, I couldn't deny it was arousing.

I never had a thing for tentacle play, but… seeing this in real time stirred something within me.

Still, with this female body, there wasn't anything hard down below to show it.

"For someone called the Black Witch," I muttered, "you're surprisingly easy to break. You act so high and mighty, but right now? You look like you'd hump anything that moves."

"Ah, n-no… of course not…!" she stammered. "I-It's just… lately I've been getting this itch down there every single day. And when you get an itch, you gotta scratch it, right? I-I mean… it's only natural…"

"Natural, huh?" I smirked. "Then why does it look like something's leaking between your legs?"

My eyes drifted downward.

From between her legs, thin beads of clear liquid ran down her inner thighs, glistening under the light.

Some droplets clung to her skin, while others dripped freely and pattered softly onto the floor below.

"Ah…! I don't know what you're talking about…! That's clearly just sweat!" she snapped defensively.

The vines, sensing her denial, moved again, twisting, stretching up between her legs, pressing against her most sensitive spot.

"Ah…! Nnnnnnnnnn…!"

A moan burst from her lips.

It was loud, unrestrained, and full of pleasure.

"Ahhhhhh....! D-Don't…!" she whined, but her expression told a different story.

Her eyes were half-lidded, her tongue lolled out slightly, and she was blushing like mad.

The proud, powerful Black Witch that people feared... she was nowhere to be found.

What in front of us now… was a moaning, writhing mess of a woman who had completely surrendered to the sensations assaulting her.

I decided to push things even further.

The vines began to rise. They twitched, coiled, and slithered upward like they were drawn to her heat. And then—without warning—they penetrated her.

She wasn't wearing anything down there.

For some reason, her lower half had already been left bare, exposed to the air and now to the invading tendrils.

So when the vine pressed against her entrance, it slipped right in.

I had only intended to tease her… just play around and mess with her a little... but well, it couldn't be helped.

"Ahhhhhhhhh...! I-It went in...!"

She cried out at the top of her lungs, her voice cracking with disbelief.

"Ahhnn...! Ahhh... W-What... is this~!!!"

Her moans were so loud and so shameless, that I had no choice but to silence her before the whole city heard her getting off with this.

I guided another vine toward her lips, and it slid inside her mouth effortlessly, muffling the cries that kept spilling out.

At that moment, it became full-blown tentacle play.

The writhing vines were everywhere.

They were slithering across her skin, wrapping around her limbs, gliding over the curves of her body. They moved like they wanted to fuse with her and to leave their imprint on every inch of her flesh.

The ones inside her mouth and pussy moved in perfect sync, pumping in and out, gliding along her walls and sliding down her throat rhythmically, like they knew exactly how to break her down.

"Mghhh... Mghhh...! Mnnnnghhh...! Slurppppp...~ Mnnngghhhh...~"

Her muffled voice was soaked in ecstasy.

She wasn't just moaning anymore, but she also was sucking on the vine like she was addicted to it.

Her tongue danced around it, tasting it, working it like she was deepthroating a cock.

Her eyes, wide at first, began to roll back slowly—bit by bit—until only the whites remained visible.

She looked completely gone. Her expression had transformed into something deeply corrupted.

It was more depraved than anything she'd shown us.

Even more than when she had shamelessly orgasmed in front of all of us earlier.

Right now, this woman wasn't just getting off.

She was unraveling.

"Mnghhhhhhhhhhhh~!! Mnghhhhhhhhh!!! Mnngghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Her moans—muffled but still echoing through the room—were like music twisted into a sensual, depraved rhythm.

The sound bounced off the walls, mixing with the wet squelches of the vines and the lewd slap of fluids.

Tris stood there, frozen in place, her face pale with disbelief, like she was witnessing something she wasn't supposed to see.

Isiliraiellyn, on the other hand, looked more confused than disturbed. But even then, she didn't look away not once. She watched everything.

"Mgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!!"

And then, with a final, drawn-out moan, her entire body tensed up.

Her thighs quivered.

Her back arched. And without any warning, she squirted. Hard.

A powerful stream burst from her pussy, spraying across the floor in a messy, uncontrolled splash that soaked the floor beneath her. It was loud, wet, and utterly shameless.

Her face was now the very definition of debauchery.

Her expression was completely fucked out with her eyes rolled back so deep only white was left, mouth hanging open slightly around the vine, drool mixed with pleasure dripping down her chin.

I slowly pulled the vine from her mouth, a slick trail of saliva still connecting her lips to it.

And the moment it left her throat, she let out a breathy, broken giggle.

"H-Hehehehe~... M-More~..."

...Huh. Guess the Black Witch was a hell of a lot easier to tame than I thought.