Filename:        TRESRPT4.TXT
Codes:           HH, transformation, cons, magic, oral
Author's name:   Kizul Emeraldfire
Author's e-mail: KizulEmeraldfire@gmail.com
Story title:     Treasure Seekers, chapter 4

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    "See anything?" Jen shouted the question across the
clearing to her sister, both examining the sides of the
temple. They'd already looked at the back, the statues,
and at the pedestals.
    "Not on my side. What about yours?" Tanya shouted
back.
    "Nothing." Jen stared disappointedly at the
elaborate 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 was suddenly
lit with a slightly blueish light from many large torches
high above, some of them near the top of a ceiling that
looked to be a hundred feet high, and also 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; her parents
had still been alive then. It was at that church that
she learned 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 up.
Still, that priest must've said what he'd said for a
reason...
    Just as she was about to take a drink, Tanya gave a
bit of 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 elvenlike 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-fulfilment. 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... slept 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 altar's basin. "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-fulfiling powers, but they
are weaker; I cannot grant wishes the same way I used
to. I am a water demoness now, however, so I can change
the holy water by combining both of my powers to
suppress the sedative properties of it 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 clit, which she could feel growing at 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 her ankles and stepping 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 on 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 towards
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 hic, 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 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 pristenely 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
went down 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, quite hard.
    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.
    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 hardened 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 copius 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 extacy, 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 as she recieved
a dual-orgasm, her pussy milking Elanir's member for all
it could give, and her own penis shooting 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 dias, jelly-legged,turning her back to
the altar and leaning back against it, her cock still
buried almost to the hilt inside of Jen, both of them
breathing 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's 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.
    Once 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 don't 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..."
    She 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.
    The parchment stayed stationary as she took her hand
away, 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 for
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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