////Late-term cure.
///Somehow give hints to player. Require mermaid body and gills, and stuck with cursed shirt on.
///Desert event. +lust
The scorching sand is beginning to hurt just as you spot some shimmering in the distance--an oasis! You rub your temples and take a breath, hoping to make sure it's no mirage. [Weapon] ready, you [walk] the rest of the way.

The mirage doesn't move with your eyes, it doesn't bend or shift away as you get close, it's all very much here, and a surge of adrenaline compels you to dive into the water immediately. It's a shock to your system as the cooling aqua engulfs you! Truly, you finally feel you can breathe easy, until you spot a figure at the edge of the water.

A man soaking his feet. He has a toned and slim build, and a light tan that seems a touch closer to gray rather than brown. The only other element differentiating him from a human are pointed ears. He jolts in place and brushes the sea-green locks from his face as he speaks. [say: Forgive me, I hadn't anticipated company... Certainly not in such an attractive form.]

You become conscious of his nudity, noting his clothes had been sitting a distance away. The tension of meeting a stranger in this world doesn't stop your body from recognizing him as an attractive form himself...
[if (only attracted to women) {[Reject].tooltip="The desires pushed by this curse don't speak for you!"}] [Question].tooltip="What's he doing here?" [Flirt].tooltip="He's one thing in this desert you're happy to find hot."
//Reject. +lust
He finds you attractive, and just hearing that makes you feel a flutter in your chest. It's an off-putting reaction to have, you weren't attracted to men before this cursed garment, and on a completely cerebral level you still don't enjoy the idea of a man having his way with you. Biting back your body's inclinations, you swim further away and assure the man you are not interested. It's unbecoming of a lady[if (!isfeminine) {--er, gentleman}] to desire for a man whose made no effort to properly court [him]--and that's beside the point!

The man nods his head understandingly. [say: I certainly don't mean to treat you as a plaything, you're beautiful. I would only wish to win you over like a knight would capture the heart of a [prince].]
[if (lust>50) {[Swoon].tooltip="He knows what to say..."}] [Question].tooltip="Change the subject!" [disableif (lust==lustmax) {[Deny].tooltip="He must cease this, you aren't interested."}]
//Question. +lust
He isn't the only one that didn't anticipate company. Is he simply naturally exploratory, or does he have some reason to be here? Probing him with questions puts a grin on his face, and he happily answers, [say:I'm a shaman among my tribe. I come here to commune in peace with water.]

It piques your curiosity to know if there's anything special about the oasis here. [say: There is an ancient water spirit, far older than the desert itself. That's why the oasis remains.] He slips himself off the edge and begins to drift toward you. [say: My evocation rouses them from slumber, and they use their primordial spells to help my kin.]

The fit, tight body of the man gradually approaches you. The thought of an ancient spirit with magics you aren't familiar with grant hope to aid you, yet you must strain to articulate such a thought, as the shaman's sharp jaw and sultry gaze becomes overwhelmingly distracting.
[Flirt].tooltip="Perhaps solutions can wait." [Spirit].tooltip="Focus. Focus! This might be important." [disableif (lust==lustmax) {[Deny]}]
//Flirt. +lust. Swoon directs here
[if (Swoon) {Such wiles melt you... It pains you in some ways. This isn't the way you used to feel, but the thought creeps into your head that he seems so gallant and noble for a man of this world. While you keep your arms close to your chest and cast your gaze away, the man slips into the water and approaches you.|[if (!Question) {You, too, hadn't anticipated an encounter like this. It's only natural that you be apprehensive, yet you fail to stop yourself from thinking aloud that his company is welcome. The man grins and slips into the water, though still leans into the sand to respect your space. [say:I'm delighted,] he says. [say: I'd hate to have to leave my favorite place of meditation just when the spirits had sought to bless me with such a beautiful sight.] [if (isfeminine) {Your eyes stare at the water, examining your face. Beautiful, he said. You can't help but blush|This curse has been trying to change you--but beautiful? Perhaps he speaks honeyed words; however, it deepens your blush and warms your chest}]. Seemingly sensing your feelings, he slowly drifts from the shallows toward you, laying in more of his advances. [say:For all the grace and splendor of these sacred waters, I've never felt as enchanted as I do when I look at you, my mysterious foreign [prince].] The word '[prince]' strikes a chord; you can hardly compose yourself. And he, so fit and handsome, would make for such a noble suitor.|Hopefully the spirit of the oasis doesn't mind your uninvited presence, but you voice that surely its shaman wouldn't act out of turn here.}]}] You turn away, yet flirtatiously tread in his direction. Meek words of resistance do nothing to stop him from reaching out. Bashful and coy--is this really you, the champion meant to protect Ingnam from demons? The thought doesn't linger, the mystic pulls your shoulder and you find yourself captivated once more by his grayish, toned pecs. [say:My dear, let these blessed waters take your burdens, and let me bring bliss to your wonderful face.] He presses his hand to your chest, making your [if (hasgooskin) {core|heart}] skip a beat.[if (weapon=b.sword) { The shining blade strapped to you shakes and splashes, pushing you harder into him before slipping off into the depths...}] You look down and realize your [armor] has fallen away.
[Next] //Submit (from [Spirit]) also leads here.
Looking back up, you see a lecherous hunger in him. He [i:desires] you, in the most primal of ways. A surge of movement plants his lips to yours; his taste proves as intoxicating as his words, and your face is completely flush. He smells of sea, sand, and faint sweat nearly washed away. Powerful arms hold you against him, his hands caress your back. You gasp when his lips move, and squeal as they peck down your cheek and onto your neck. Despite the often painful sensitivity of your gills, it doesn't burn. No, your body curls and shivers at the sensation while arousal ramps up to desperate heights. And he knows it.

[say:In all the legends of my people, no bewitching seduc[if (isfeminine) {tress|er}] or high born [lord] had the glamour I find in you,] he whispers. [say: Such an other-worldly attraction, I can't stop myself.] His digits massage your [hips]. [say:I restrain myself only to show you the respect your graceful countenance deserves, else I would ravish you like an animal.] The tingling in your heart silently begs to experience that mad, bestial lust.[if (silly) { You're certainly wet enough.}]

His cock pulsates between the two of you, and a yelp-provoking squeeze on your [butt] makes you wonder if he senses your desires or is simply so compatible. You reciprocate with a squeeze of his flexing muscles, and the two of you sink in the water, floating in glimmering suspension. Sliding a [hand] down, you grip the meaty member that has so patiently waited for attention, and the girth [if (vagorass is loose) {might intimidate a less experienced partner|is intimidating}], but your mind is ruled by lust for it.

The shaman slides down your figure, his finger tips making you shiver with each bit of flesh they caress on their way. Cool water rushes away from your belly, replaced by his hot lips. It's as if the fire within him is passing into you, setting you ablaze with need. You could not be more ready, unconsciously wrapping the end of your tail around his dick to urge him on.[if ((!hasvagina && isanalvirgin) || (hasvagina && isvirgin)) { Is this really right? Is this who you are? To let a man you just met be your first? [if (cor > 33) {The spontaneity is only exciting you more|It would be difficult to find someone more attentive and caring}]...}]
[Get Fucked].tooltip="You aren't as delicate as he's treating you, you need him in you now!" [Passive].tooltip="He'll get to it when he gets to it, and the slow build is just what you need, despite this burning desire." [Active].tooltip="Make him service his [prince] at your pace."
/Passive
The soft, flexible flesh of your fin evidently pleases him, as the desert mystic grinds his twitching member against the silky membrane. He gropes your [hips] and then reaches his fingers to your [if (hasvagina) {genital slit|[ass]}], spreading it before his tongue unveils it's shocking length. Floating in the depths of the oasis, you are weightless in his grasp, free to go limp as he [if (!hasvagina) {twists you around and }]dives that slimy tendril into your intimate spot. Despite being submerged, your moans reverberate through the water, making you seize up and cover your mouth, but the man's tongue presses further, wriggling into you voraciously and dashing away the momentary bashful impulse. You nearly sing in pleasure--
/Active
You pull your tail back until the soft, flexible membrane of your fin merely brushes the length of his twitching member. The water resonates with his chuckle, possibly amused at your teasing, but you don't let him lose focus, as you place your [hand] on your [if (hasvagina) {genital slit|[ass]}], pulling on it to reiterate his role down there. The wry grin he gives you compels a similar smirk of your own until it turns to surprise at the continuously extending tongue that slides out. It excites you, and you playfully brush your fin across his dick faster, as if to encourage him.

The mystic wraps one arm around your mer-body[if (!hasvagina) { and swims to your backside}], lining up his face with its target. Anticipating it, you inhale, holding in this breath until you feel the slick tendril probing your intimate spot. Grateful moans escape. The slimy appendage wets the valley this shaman is seeking to bury his dick. His tongue pushes again your hole, wriggling to gain entry, and you press his head into you, commanding him to thrust that tongue inside. He obliges his [prince]. The hot, aroused ring parts for him, feeling like the most satisfying itch being scratched combined with a soothing massage. Touching yourself wouldn't measure up to this--
/Merge Pass/Act
He withdraws from you, leaving you writhing in his wake. Whining, you bemoan his absence, but are cut short as he shoots up the water to your lips, kissing you passionately, with his hand holding your head in place.
/Get Fucked
You wring his dick as best you're able with your tail, demanding he put it to use, and you can feel his chuckling reverberating in the water. The mystic swims up, molesting your body as he orients himself [if (hasvagina) {to face you properly|behind you}].
/Merge all 3
His neck glows, the tannish gray becoming translucent to the white light inside. [say:My spoiled little [prince], I will give you what you deserve,] he promises. His cock slaps against your [if (hasvagina) {scaly cloaca|buttocks}] and his powerful, toned arms hug you in a comforting way. The squishy, meaty head of the rod meets your entrance, [if ((!hasvagina && isanalvirgin) || (hasvagina && isvirgin)) {throwing you into one last, brief anxiety-rush at the thought you'll soon lose your virginity|building your lust to its peak}].

All the water inside your lungs rushes out in an astonished squeal. Your [vagorass] spreads open around the man's penis, sparks flying; something magical is wracking your senses. He pulls your chin to lay in another kiss and it's as though all the breath you lost comes back. [if (hasvagina) {You embrace him and meet his kiss with another|You grab the arms around you for comfort}]--more of his incredible cock enters you, sending a surge of satisfaction when his hips slap against you. {cuntChange or asschange whatever} Everything begins to go numb.

Bleary-eyed, you float in blissful, weightless serenity; inside, your body twitches and contracts around the shaman's big, firm cock[if (hascock) {--your own [cocks] leaking pre freely}]. In his arms, you feel full and at peace in a way unlike any other. The shaman begins pulling back out, drawing an involuntary cry of desperation out you--you can't let him go! Your [underbody.skinfurscales] snake around his leg, begging him to stay put, but he was never pulling out; your lover thrusts! It winds you with its force, your eyes roll back, and you climax aggressively. Some part of you believes that you've been wounded, but you revel this beast of a man. His hips reel back, emptiness lies in his wake, and then again he thrusts. Orgasm has not dismissed your needs, leaving a gnawing warning in the back of your mind that something is amiss.

More slowly than before, he slides out, large bumps on his glans massaging the sensitive tunnel, and you feel more stretched that a moment ago. [say:Don't be afraid, [if (isChild) {little }]mermaid,] he whispers. Another kiss touches your cheek, and his emerald eyes shine. His hips keep moving, forcing your innards to make space; he is finally fucking you with the raw intensity he was suppressing. Aching, yet desperate for him, you meet his lips with your own and thrust your [tongue] into his mouth, matching his passion. Relentless, he fucks you harder, the moans of you both blending together. It [b:burns] inside and you can't stop.

A flood of cum bathes your insides in soothing heat[if (hasCock) {, your [cocks] spraying everything they can in sync with his}]. Though tears are flowing from your eyes, they aren't of pain, and your smile is kept as you drift into a quiet nap.
[Next]{add 10 corruption and 5 libido, remove the seashirt}
Blinking, you look up at a glimmering barrier of water a fair ways above you, making the [sun]light ripple and twist in a beautiful spectacle. You're laying at the bottom of the oasis. But what of your chance encounter you met here? Swimming around reveals no sign of him--however, you do find your [armor], including the remains of the \"cursed\" shirt that had been bonded to your [skinshort]. You are freed of it! One parting gift from your mysterious lover, you suppose. Grateful, you set yourself right and journey back home.



///Spirit. ++lust
Staying on topic, you press for more details about this spirit and its blessings, and slowly wade backward to delay his advance. You have a problem of a magical nature, and it seems to be water-related--perhaps [i:after] you commune with this entity, he could talk about his interest in you... Though you word all this as best you can, you've already backed yourself into shallow water, slowing down just enough for him to reach.

[say: My lady, I would be happy to help, but the spirit requires unfettered access to the surface of your body... Bare flesh to water,] he says. His hand touches your chest and you feel your heart skip a beat. Everything about him is more entrancing the longer you stare into his glistening green eyes. The water around you both shimmers, and when you look down, you see yourself naked--as bare as the day you were born. [say: Now let me show you the summoning ritual.]
[Submit].tooltip="He has melted all your defenses." [disableif (lust==max) {[Resist].tooltip="Fight him off, quick!"}]
/Resist
Mustering your willpower, you thrust your [hands] against him and push away. Your mind is a mess! He wants your body, and you sense your desire for him is more than just raw lust.

He grimaces in frustration. [say: Fine, fine, we'll do it the hard way.] Illusions dissipate, wings unfurl, horns erupt from his skull; he's a demon. [say: You would have enjoyed the experience far more if we just kept the act going,] he says.

So long as you stay in the water, you are fast and enduring. The dry, hot sand will wear you down. Escape is not viable. [if (weapon!=fists) {Diving rapidly to the bottom of the oasis, you grab hold of your [weapon] before he can act. }]This demon will find out what a mistake fighting you is.
//Deny
Whatever fantasies he may have about you are merely that--[i:there will be no courting you.] Certainly your body feels how it does, but your mind hasn't the faintest interest and you'll be as firm as necessary to make him understand that. The shaman comes closer[if (!Question) {, entering| in}] the water, and the ripples seem to shimmer faintly with light. His glimmering green eyes capture your attention as he speaks. [say:Don't be so cold, you're much too pretty to close up your heart like that.] The shimmering intensifies, and you are about to react before an explosion of movement lands his hand squarely on your chest. All your [armor] is suddenly floating down into the depths. Yet, still, you have your wits about you, and thrust your [hands] against him to push the vile man away. He is not the gallant suitor he'd like to make himself out to be!

The illusion he had maintained so diligently crumbles, revealing the horns, wings, and tail of a demon. [say: Fine, fine, we'll do it the hard way.] He groans and rolls his eyes. [say: You would have enjoyed the experience far more if we just kept the act going,] he says. If not for the curse plaguing your mind, perhaps you wouldn't have been so vulnerable, but he's sorely mistaken if he thinks he's already won. Knowing the endurance and grace you have in the water, and the daunting drain of the dry sand and heat, you resolve to fight[if (weapon!=fists) {, and dash down into the depths to grab your [weapon]}].
///FIGHT. Player gets +40 max and current speed during combat if they have a mermaid body. Cannot flee. Also, nude now(except for weapon), re-equip at end of combat.
You are fighting the oasis shaman.
Treading water in front of you is a grayish-tan demon with a slim and toned body. He appears to be [if (metric) {just shy of two meters|a bit over six feet}] tall, with sea-green hair and gray eyes. He has no weapons, save for his sharp nails, and no coverings of any kind. [if (cor + lib > 66) {Temptingly|Unfortunately}], this leaves his pulsating cock floating in the water for you to see.
//Stats are not slow because he's in water, and his lack of armor means no damage resistance. Health and strength above the curve for the desert, and good intellect. Higher lust cap, but starting lust around 30.
//Attack
Gliding through the water, he comes in close to jab you with his claws.
//Tease
[say: Come now, my [lord], enjoy what I have to offer,] he says. The demon caresses his own body, accentuating his muscles and form, and drawing your gaze to his cock.
//Arouse. Inte-based tease that costs fatigue
He gestures with his hands, forming shimmering light that [if (liddellium) {does little to sway your resistant flesh|warms your insides}].
//If you use [Chant] on him, this happens instead of him attacking that turn
The effect appears to catch him by surprise; the shaman demon squirms in the water with a strange look on his face.

[say: Your voice... How are you doing that?]
/Subsequent uses don't prevent his action until his speed is <=1
[say: Your beauty... It's so close and yet...]
/All remaining turns, he takes no action:
The demon floats in the water, dazed.
//Victory! You win!
[if (lust victory) {Deliriously aroused|Battered and tired}], the demon gives in and ceases his attempted assault. The lack of danger grants you time to look back and spot your [armor] at the bottom of the oasis, and realization strikes you--you're naked! Not just indecent, but [i:free]! The curse is gone.

It may be your still-altered state influencing you, but you feel you must allow your assailant to leave peacefully; he did solve your problem, intentional or not.[if (lust>30) { Perhaps, even, reward him for it... The heat inside you urges you on.}]
[if (lust>30) {[Ride Him].tooltip="[if (silly) {You'll grant him merssy|Indulge your needs, welcome him inside you}]." [Fuck Him].tooltip="[if (silly) {Bet he likes fish dicks|He surely wanted to use you like a hole, but you're equipped to turn that around on him}]."}] [Leave].tooltip="You'll grant him mercy. Back home you go." [Kill].tooltip="Execute this vile rapist."
//Kill. Maybe consider putting a cap on how high b.sword bonus gets. Doesn't have to be an achievable cap yet
/Dullahan scythe
You hold your dark scythe at the ready and twirl your tail before dashing forward, swinging the wicked edge through the demon's neck.
/Katanas/lightrailavenger
Calming your breath, you center yourself and ready your blade. With one swift move, your [weapon] slides cleanly through the dazed shaman. The weapon is returned to its sheathe as your foe processes what has just happened. [say:I--] he begins to mutter before splitting in two, either half silently floating away in the water.
/Axes and blunt
You twirl your tail around to wind up some momentum, then surge forward with your [weapon], [if (blunt) {cracking the demon's skull|cleaving into the demon's neck}] with brutal power.
/blades and spears
Dashing through the water, you swiftly impale the demon on your [weapon], [if (bsword) {incinerating his heart with its radiant power|sundering his heart and ending him}].
/staff with channelling
With your mind clearer at the defeat of the demon, you concentrate and empower your [weapon]. In a heavy thrust, you slam the tip of the staff into the mystic's chest, releasing all the focused energy on impact. The shock reverberates in the water, and the life fades from the demon's eyes.
/Else
With a well-aimed strike, you punch the demon in the throat, disrupting the spell he uses to breathe underwater as well as throwing him into a coughing fit. In his throes, he chokes on water and struggles to swim to safety, inevitably drowning.
/end to all
[pg]That's one less lecherous hazard in the world[if (cor<33){, for your sake and others}].
//Leave
In short order you manage to drag your gear out and set yourself right again, sans any cursed garments this time. Now that the option to fix your body is available, you ponder if you should. You feel elegant, feminine, and dignified. Is this not how you should be?

Unconsciously, your [hand] clasps the side of your neck, reminding you of your gills. To breathe open air without discomfort would be a relief. Perhaps there's a substance that restores a person's natural state, or maybe any other land-dwelling creature's traits would do.
////Ride Him. ++cor and libido
The shaman floats dazed and vulnerable before you. He had sought to lure you in, to make you surrender to your desires--but now, the tables have turned. Still, all he wanted was sex, and force was not his first choice. And your curse is remedied by his efforts. The raw attraction you feel when you look at his toned body compels you to reward him for this gift.

Gliding closer through the water, your presence forces him to acknowledge what's about to happen. His throat glows in an arcane will to protest, his breath quickens, his muscles flex in subtle defiance, but this is what he wanted, even if it's not on his terms. You grasp his chin, forcing his gaze to meet yours, and a soothing sound unconsciously slips out and lulls his resistance. The shaman demon sighs gently with a half-lidded stare. [say:My beautiful [prince],] he whispers.

Your [hand] trails downward, sliding over his taut stomach before curling around his cock. He shudders, unable to keep himself from reacting to your touch. The tension in his body is undeniable, urging him into grabbing hold of you, but you push his arm aside. This is for you, first and foremost, not him.

An unthinking purr slips from your lips as you stroke him with slow, deliberate movements. His hips twitch forward, betraying his desire despite the frustration flickering across his face. His mind is ablaze with the need to claim you; however, this is your domain. The water cradles him as you reorient your positions, [if (hasvagina) {pressing your slit|turning your back to him to press your [butt]}] to his dick. He looks up at you now, his expression caught between reluctance and raw hunger.

The anticipation crackles between you while he prods at the needy hole, but he continues to yield to your dominance. At last, you lower yourself onto him, relishing the thick girth pushing apart your walls, and the low groan that escapes his throat. His fingers dig into your [hips]. [if ((hasvagina && isvirgin) || (!hasvagina && isanalvirgin)) {There is an aching pain and slight burn as your body struggles to accept its first dick, but his eagerness keeps you moving, pulling you down until his member is fully embedded in your [if (hasvagina) {once-pure pussy|virgin depths}]|[if (too tight) {There is a blissful ache as his size goes beyond what your little [if (hasvagina) {pussy|rosebud}] can take, and his eager pull brings your hips to meet his while you savor the sensation|His dick slips inside like it was meant to be there, pushing apart the flushed walls until it is completely embedded in your depths}]}]. [cuntchange/asschange text] [if (hasCock) {Your [cocks] pulsate[if (!multicock) {s}] in the water [if (hasvagina) {between you }]while you adjust to being so full. }]You set the pace, gyrating around the intrusion, making him feel every scintilla of the hole he was yearning for. Massaging hands explore your form, slipping around your [if (chubby) {soft, cushioning [if (hasgooskin) {mass|flesh}]|waist and up your ribs}], no longer grasping for dominance but for reverence. He bites his lip as you ride him, the throbbing in your [if (hasvagina) {canal|guts}] announcing each slip of his composure with each passing moment.

Feeding into this, you [if (hasvagina) {lean in close|turn your head}] and look longingly in his glassy gray eyes, pushing him to revere you more. His voice, husky and thick with desire, ekes out through the water, [say: You are a marvel of grace, my [prince]. I wish to satisfy you as you deserve.]

Tension and heat radiate from his muscles; your tail curls around his legs to hold him steady, but the animalistic need for you does not subside. The demon finally succumbs, his release drawn out, shuddering, and you follow him over the edge, your very being writhing in delight[if (hascock) { and tainting his \"sacred\" oasis with ejaculate}]. A deep satisfaction washes over you--one that burns away all your senses in a flood of pleasure. Suddenly, he embraces you in his powerful arms, holding you tight as he thrusts his spasming dick in and out, overwhelming you completely. No coherent thought can form in your mind as his manly body slaps against you and you get fucked like a slut in heat. One of his hands [if (hashair) {pulls your hair|turns your chin}] to twist your head to face him for a kiss. His tongue invades your mouth like another reverent lunge. Neither of you have any control over this mad lust.

The water crashes against your colliding forms only to be pushed away in the next thrust, the currents rushing and moving the heat of the sex through the ambient water like the warmth of a soft bed. Vibrations of your fucking rocks back and forth in the waves. The shaman demon's hot cum keeps spilling out into you, and you hunger for more. The ruthlessness of his assault hurts in the best of ways, and if the water wouldn't muffle it, you know the sound coming from your mouth would be a squeal of unrestrained joy; the last thrust pushes the meaty head of his penis as far as it can go in your body before ejaculating to your capacity. The swell of semen in your abdomen is as hot as the desert.

As the aftershocks fade and the oasis stills around you, he looks up at you with something softer in his gaze--something like respect, or perhaps, reluctant admiration. He may have tried to tempt you first, but in the end, you were the one who took what you wanted.

You unfurl your tail from around his legs and allow him to drift away in the water as you gather up your belongings. The desert heat may be daunting, but now you'll be carrying plenty of extra fluids for the journey home...
{pregnancy change if hasvagina}
////Fuck Him. ++cor and a little libido
The shaman floats dazed and vulnerable before you. He had sought to lure you in, to make you surrender to your desires--but now, the tables have turned. Still, all he wanted was sex, and force was not his first choice. And your curse is remedied by his efforts. The raw attraction you feel when you look at his toned body compels you to \"reward\" him for this gift.

Gliding closer through the water, your presence forces him to acknowledge what's about to happen. His throat glows in an arcane will to protest, his breath quickens, his muscles flex in subtle defiance, but this is what he wanted, even if it's not on his terms. You grasp his chin, forcing his gaze to meet yours, and a soothing sound unconsciously slips out and lulls his resistance. The shaman demon exhales sharply, his gray eyes flickering with an uncertain mix of anticipation and wounded pride. He had expected to be the one taking you, but now, he is [i:yours] to claim.

Your [hands] explore his taut body, fingers tracing the ridges of muscle before slipping down his hips and around the curve of his ass. His breath hitches, but he does not pull away. A shudder runs through him as your touch lingers, coaxing the tension from his form. The suave confidence he approached with is a distant memory as the demon submits to your touch. Even submerged, the heat of his body is unmistakable, a silent plea masked by his feigned reluctance.

The shaman bites his lip as you press yourself behind him, the rigid impression of your [cocks] against the small of his back raising the tension. His fingers twitch as though debating whether to push you away, but when your [if (hasclaws) {claws dig into|grip tightens around}] his hips, he ceases resisting. You position yourself against his tight, yielding entrance, savoring the way his shudders reverberate through the currents; when you push forward, the demon releases a sharp, unbidden moan, his fingers clenching around the arm of yours holding him tightly. While his nails sink into the top of your arm, you feel the flex of his abs underneath it as he struggles to accept his place as the receiver.

Your pace is slow at first, letting him feel every moment of his submission and every pulse of your [cocktype] [if (small penis) {invading him|stretching him open}]. His pride fights it, but his body tells the truth in every gasp, and in the way his nails dig into your [skindesc] with each thrust. The arrow-like tip of his tail swishes frantically back and forth in the water as if anxious he might reveal the onslaught of pleasure he refuses to fully admit. Each movement of your hips forces another choked sound from his lips, his previous smug composure begins to crumble.

You lean in[if (isfeminine || breastsize>flat) {, your [breasts] pushing up against his back,}] and [if (tallness > 70) {nibble at his ear|playfully bite his arm[if (hasFangs) {, leaving a shallow wound and making him yelp slightly in surprise}]}]. Tilting his head back in unconscious surrender, the demonic shaman's breathy gasps turn to low, desperate groans, a concession you reward by increasing the pace until his resistance dissolves entirely. His toned ass clenches around you, his insides hot, his voice raw with pleasure, and his once-defiant eyes fluttering closed. Your casanova is now just a slut in heat for your [cock].

He is trembling, body taut with impending release, wordlessly begging you to fill his guts with semen. There is no need to hold back, you constrict your scaly fish tail around his leg tightly for leverage and fuck him just as much need, if not even more. The vice-like anus tries, in vain, to hold you back, while the walls inside cradle your [if (small cock) {little }]member as if to treasure it, and the sensations demand you give in. His cock twitches, unattended while his buttocks is used with such fervor, yet still the meaty stick pulsates, and as he finally ejaculates, his cries echo across the water, unguarded and shameless. You don't stop--not until the clenching around you pulls you into your own climax, pleasure ripping through you in waves as you claim him fully.

As the aftershocks fade and the water stills around you, the shaman looks at you softly--perhaps in respect, or just submission. He may have tried to tempt you first, but in the end, you were the one who took what you wanted.

You unfurl your tail from around his leg and allow him to drift away in the water as you gather up your belongings.
//LOST THE FIGHT. Somehow. Still, it all worked out in the end, didn't it?
Your body, worn and exhausted, floats limply in the water, the fight drained from your limbs. Despite all the vitality this form gives you in the water, it only feels like an oppressive weight now. The deceptive, lecherous \"shaman\" glides toward you, his movements effortless in the oasis' depths, his sense of victory gleaming in his gray eyes. Maybe he was right when he said it'd all have been easier if you just played along from the start.

A slow, knowing smile spreads across his lips as his hands come to rest against your waist, steadying you. His touch is firm, possessive. [say:You fought so hard to deny yourself this pleasure,] he muses, his voice thick with amusement and triumph. [say:And yet, here you are, helpless in my hands.]

His hot, toned body is suddenly flush against you in embrace, your [breasts] pressing against the firm planes of his pecs. You can feel the vivid impression of his cock, fully erect and pulsing with heat, against your [if (chubby) {plush }]belly, an undeniable reminder of what's coming. One hand strokes up your back, coming to cradle the base of your skull, while the other drifts lower, fingers splaying over your [butt].

[say:You could have had this gentle,] he says, his breath ghosting over your lips. [say:I'd have enjoyed treating you as a treasure. But you chose to fight, and now you'll be nothing but a slut for me.]

Without another word, he shifts, [if (hasvagina) {gripping your thighs and spreading your scaly cloaca with his thumbs|twisting you around to slap his shaft between your buttcheeks}]. The meaty head of his phallus feels hot as it squishes against your tense hole, the teasing friction setting your nerves alight. A squealing gasp ekes out of you while a shock runs up your spine, the tip of his dick now pushes just past your entrance! [if ((hasvagina && isvirgin) || (!hasvagina && isanalvirgin)) {It burns slightly, and you feel torn between reveling in your first time being taken by a man of his caliber, and the anxiety and shame of being ignored no matter how you much you had resisted. }][if (too tight) {It feels like your entire body is shifting and splitting to take him in|The penetration feels like being completed}], the turgid flesh sinking into your warmth with one long, claiming stroke. Your [claws] dig into [if (hasvagina) {his shoulders|him}], but there is no escaping the sensation. He holds you against him, buried to the hilt, reveling in your helpless gasp.

[say:Yes,] he groans, his voice laced with satisfaction. [say:This is what you needed all along, little whore.]

He sets a punishing pace, hips rolling with the effortless rhythm of a man completely in control. The water swirls around you with every thrust, rippling in time with the relentless motion. His hands explore freely, groping, squeezing, possessing every [if (metric) {inch|centimeter} of your body, the sensation both exciting and violating. His lips find your neck, sharp teeth grazing the sensitive [skindesc] before he sucks a mark into place, a brand of ownership.

Heat pools low in your stomach, a pleasure beyond resistance building with every relentless stroke. He feels it--the way your walls clench tighter, the way your breath hitches, the way your body, despite itself, starts to meet his rhythm. A chuckle rumbles from his chest.

[say:There it is,] he whispers. [say:You know your place, slut-[prince].]

Your gut twists amid a harder thrust, his cock pounding into you even more relentlessly. His fingers curl under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze--smug, dominant, utterly in control. The moment hangs, electric and inescapable, before he claims your mouth in a kiss, swallowing whatever final protests you might have had.

Letting go of your last vestige of resistance, all the aches turn into bliss. You writhe in orgasm, your muscles bounding and contracting around the intrusion until you go dizzy and breathless. [if (hasCock) {Ropes of sperm ejaculate out of you until the resistance of the water leaves it to drift away glacially. }]Although it hurts physically and emotionally, but you push yourself back against him, meeting his thrusts like the bitch in heat he said you are.

He is merciless in his conquest; each thrust claims you, driving his cock deep into your core as he chases his own pleasure without concern for anything else. The bruising force of his fucking is contrasted by the softness of the water swirling chaotically around you, the currents distributing the heat like a blanket. His fingers dig into your flesh, and his breath turns ragged, each exhale a growl of dominance as he slams himself to the hilt over and over again, stretching you around his thick girth until all you can do is cling to him and endure. Finally, with a deep, shuddering groan, he ejaculates inside you, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his seed. He keeps you locked in place, buried deep, making sure every last drop is planted deep before he finally stills.

[say:Know what you are,] he murmurs, possessive and satisfied. [say:You will [b:crave] this again, your body exists to be used.] With those parting words, he releases you, a rush of cold water filling the void and robbing you of any comfort. Whether to feel exhilarated by such domination or ashamed, you can't say, but physically, you can't deny that it felt incredible. The intensity fades and you find yourself drifting into slumber.

You awake many hours later, somewhat recovered. Casting your gaze across the bed of the oasis, you see that your belongings are still all there. At least you are free of the cursed garment now, you figure, as you collect your things and breach the water. It's a long trek back to camp.


///Transformatives that fix gills are the same as fixing any other gills.