The Wind's Embrace
A seaside town swallowed by a storm’s fury daily meant that the foundational rocks that once strongly held it up above the mighty waves had been given no reprieve from the angry torrents, leaving it malleable to mother nature. The barrage had caused the boulder faces to decay as swiftly as the village’s decline, leaving a weathered, brittle base to match the withered place. A towering shrine now precariously teetered over the edge of the cliff. Once a shining beacon of worship to the goddess of wind that had protected the town from the storms and guided the fish to its shores was now a mere somber symbol of the past, battered to near collapse by the same winds it once welcomed. A pilgrimage was often made down the steps behind the wooden shrine down to a stone temple that lied in the mouth of the cave below. The tides had not allowed entry often, but on this day they were passable and two young women felt compelled to brave the cliff-side and enter the holy grounds long abandoned.
Lavish stone steps used to wrap along the smooth bleached rock, with ample space between the waves and the path. However the steps were all that remained now, a fragile walkway clinging on for dear life. Meara, the stocky young lady leading the way with brown eyes that shone undeterred and who proudly wore a grin, didn’t let the wet mist and the water crashing against her legs stir fear. She’d been waiting for this day all year and was prepared, with a loose sea green tunic tied on her arms and tucked around her broad hips, long thick wool socks bound where they were exposed above her earthy boots and a cowl draping her head of dusty brown hair. Karan, the scanty lady that followed close behind with blue eyes that darted about nervously, was less excited for their excursion and far less prepared. She looked down disgruntled at her soaked black leggings and brown knee length cotton dress. The wind rung loudly in her ears and whipped her red hair about as she had no protection for her face, so she resorted to hiding behind her friend the best she could, holding tight to her arm.
“Just a bet farther! Keep up now!” Meara yelled over the wind, her brash voice booming with confidence, doing her best to spur her shivering, clinging friend onward.
“I can’t believe you gone talked me into this!” Karan wailed, her typically quiet voice straining loud with worry. “We are danglin over a cleff!”
Meara laughed, “I know! Excitin isn’t it!?”
The brave pair slowly made their way down the last few steps, their banter carrying them all the way. Once safe on the sturdier, sand topped surface at the cave entrance, Karan shook her head like a dog drying themselves off.
“This is the last time you drag me along on one o’ your misguided adventures.”
Scoffing at her exhausted friend whose hair was looking a mess from the wind, Meara said, “Well, if all goes well then we won’t be needin anymore adventures after today.”
Meara stood proud and victorious before the giant, human faced opening of the cave, the visage of the goddess Janna carved into the cliff, the cheeks puckered and mouth gently blowing. The goddess’ wind once bellowed out from this opening and battled to keep the seafaring gales at bay.
“Soon it’ll be mine.”
Karan shambled over and leaned onto Meara’s shoulder, still complaining, “Mind tellin me again why we’ve come down ‘ere?”
“Ahh, stop your blubberin? We ‘ave a vellage to save.”
Karan gave a brief pout before silently following behind her headstrong companion into the temple, the horrid stench of salt hitting them both like a wall. Upon entering the goddess’ mouth, a long tunnel led them on their way. The walls of the tunnel were faded but showed signs of an intricate design that may have been once carved upon them—years of water carried in by the tides had taken its toll. They passed a more open room lined with broken and dirty ornate pottery and well-crafted jewelry half exposed from the ground—a chamber for offerings perhaps. The cobblestone path raised a bit the further they went in, allowing them to reach drier land where the sea hadn’t touched. That is where they laid eyes on the heart of the dug in structure.
Even the less than thrilled Karan couldn’t help but stare in amazement at the sparkling pool of water traveling a moat around a large, stone throne. The throne was made from glistening rock that reflected the light like jewels, creating fractured glowing shapes against the room’s walls that looked a blue hue. A teal, stone tiara, shaped with a diamond at the front with two pointed, winged like fixtures jotting out from each side near it, hovered above what the girls assumed was the goddess’ seat and was emitting the blue glow that was filling the room.
Both were too frozen to speak until Meara finally broke the silence.
“Me mom always said the most beautiful thing in the world was a full moon or the goddess. Well, seein just this sengle piece o’ ‘er is enough to make the moon look like a dog’s breakfast.”
Karan surveyed the room a bit annoyed.
“As pretty as this is, ded we really just come ‘ere for some old relic? ‘Ow is this goin to fex the vellage?”
Meara, sharply focused, approached the throne. It was finally within her reach, and if the old mystic of the village spouting nonsense of Janna’s powers still dwelling here was to be believed, this left behind souvenir contained the power she would need to harness the winds herself. Her hum drum boring life would be over, and she would gain admiration and the status she always wanted!
“Damn, I knew it!” Karan snapped, her words a knife cutting through Meara’s victory with the swiftness of one who has solved a mystery. “This is just another one o’ your glory-seekin ploys ain’t it now?”
Meara crossed her arms and looked amused.
Karan questioned, “Why you always be draggin me along on these exploits o’ yours?”
“Comb now!” Meara replied with genuine hurt in her voice, before quickly reverting back to her smug, excitable nature. “I call you family. I want you to share in the spoils o’ this. We’ll be set for life if we can save the vellage.”
Karan sighed. “Don’t you think it be dangerous usin’ the goddess for our own gain? What if she be watching? What if she strikes us!?”
With uproarious laughter, her friend replied, “Don’t be a gimp. That betch o’ a goddess left this place ages ago when all the old folks pessed ‘er off and shet all over their customs.”
With a stern look Meara approached her friend and held her by the cuff of her blouse.
“Face it, all o’ our lives the fesh ‘aven't come and the wends ‘ave never stopped. I’ve ‘ad to put up wit this all me life cause some stubborn goddess let it go to ‘er ‘ead. Well, it’s our time now! We deserve better! Now are you wit me or not!?”
Karan gulped and tried calming her nerves. She did find an awful lot of truth in her friend’s words. Meara was always good at talking her up to situations she usually wouldn’t take part in.
“Y-yeah. I’m always wit you.”
“Good girl.”
With a wicked smile Meara let go and turned once more to the gift that awaited her. With an imperious stride she made her way up the stubby hill and navigated herself over the moat, yet one of her feet came down wrong on the other side and she fell forward. Karan gritted her teeth as she saw her friend stumble and catch herself on the throne. She knocked at the tiara with one of her hands, sending it flying up into the air and backwards. It landed on the other side of the room near Karan.
“Ah, no worry. I got it!”
She briskly walked towards the glowing tiara and began to reach out for it. A mere fingertip away from it though and the tiara began to erode into a mist, flowing away like the smoke from a hukka. It visibly circled around Karan’s body before gathering into a mass above her. The tiara then began to take shape again, resting itself on top of her head. Once fully formed she could feel the light weight of it pat down, the circlet snuggling itself through her hair.
The two women stared at each other looking a bit out of sorts. Asked if she felt anything different, Karan shook her head and wondered if it might all be some pointless artifact.
“This feels amess.” Karan dully said, the awkwardness broken when an intense gust of wind came crashing through the tunnels and racing past her. She hopped up in fear and held down on her dress which began kicking up. The wind knocked Meara backwards onto the throne and she braced herself, staring on at the water within the moat sloshing about wildly. The wind seemed to be more concentrated and swirling along the path of the moat.
The water within it began to evaporate, the particles thickening the wind rushing through it as it carried into a swirling serpent around the throne. The tendril of wind sucked dry all the moisture within the air and water of the room, its color a glistening teal much like the tiara. Then like a magnet, the wind was tugged by a pulsating call from the tiara, Karan able to feel the vibrations through her skull coming from it.
“Uh, Meara! Somethin’s ‘appenin!”
The funnel of air struck Karan, knocking the wind out of her. The chilly vortex then settled itself in place where she stood and continued its chaotic dance. Its chill began to quickly pierce the pores of her skin and yet upon entering her it stirred a contrasting warmth deep within her that began to grow. Her nerves were like static, shivers electrifying every inch of her body. Her hair stood on end before waving elegantly in the wind, the gust starting to push upwards at her, lifting her off her toes. Slowly but surely she was raised almost 5 feet into the air.
“Meara! This don’t feel right! What’s ‘appenin to—” she cried out, before another blast of stimulating wind barraged her body. It was as if she was taking in some immense energy. “AAAAHHHHNN!!”
Meara saw her friend moan in agony, her voice louder than she’d every heard from the meek girl. All the clothing on her body was torn to shreds by razor sharp winds, leaving her naked. Her body quivered from the onslaught and her legs slammed together at the knees and quaked as if she had experienced some excruciating release of pleasure.
Trying to power her way through the gust, Meara stumbled out of the throne and assured Karan that she was coming to save her. Another rush of wind thwarted her plan however, knocking her once again back onto the stone seat, her back feeling bruised now from the harassment. There was no way she could power through this onslaught. She was going to be forced to watch Karan at the mercy of these otherworldly winds.
Karan’s body hung elegantly limp within the stormy embrace, her body sizzling with warmth within and tingling with cold air on the outside. It was sensory overload for her that only became worse once a tendril of wind forced itself into her mouth, stretching her maw open wide. A brisk, numbing sensation slithered down her throat and began to swell and mingle with her molten core, taking the warm flames and kicking them up into a raging backdraft. Every bit of her inner self was blazing with vigor and raw power as more and more wind entered whatever hole it could find on her. Her ears, nostrils, and even the openings through her eyelids were entry points for it. The rush of air was suffocating yet her lungs clung on.
It was too much though! Her mind was racing, her body vibrating. The wind! Oh god the wind was—!
“HOOOH, OHHHH!!” Karan moaned, her voice now echoing with a tunnel effect as the sound was carried through a funnel of wind out into the room. It was finding entry wherever it could, even in her most precious of places. It was intimately thrusting into her ass hole and piercing her pussy with the denseness of a stout shaft, breaking her virgin hymen.
Meara looked on with eyes squinted at the sight of her friend being hoisted on the current of the wind, bobbing sensually up and down at a quickening pace. Her hands were clenching and unclenching erratically, her toes curling, her head kicking upwards. She called out her friend’s name, not knowing what else she could possibly do.
Karan groaned back, her words somehow carrying with clarity despite her mouth being hindered in it’s movement “Meara, help me! It’s too much!”
Before Meara could even attempt another effort at getting to her, yet another blast of wind flattened her, as if the oppressive force of the goddess herself was forcing her to submit to Karan’s fate. Whatever it might be.
“AAAAHHHH!!! HHOOOooohh…”
Her screams had the air suddenly sucked out of them and her eyes went blank with a glowing teal color. Her chest was heaving at an alarming pace as if she was breathing inhumanly fast. The vortex was becoming smaller and more focused at its most powerful point in the center, hugging Karan’s body with a rattling embrace, enhancing the pleasing vibrations throughout her, like the subtle touch of a lover’s fingertips caressing every millimeter of her form with the intent to make her shake with anticipation.
Then, her voice returned, only this time it came in clear and booming, filling the chamber.
“hhhhooooOOOOHHH!! The wend! Its fellin me up!” The same blue light that had taken over Karan’s eyes was now bordering around her body. Soon after, she began to change.
Her skin started to shine with a slick sheen, a softness and unblemished creamy tint smearing the surface. Her small, weak frame was beginning to plumpen a bit too, ripening with mass that did not change her super lean appearance, but merely made it look healthier and more elegant. Ribcage lightly pressing, shoulder and hip bones nudging at the surface, they all showed prominently against her skin as now slender treats along her body’s slopes instead of some sickly monument to the malnourished. Her hips, thighs, and bottom in particular giggled with a rush of sudden fat, just enough to bring a little extra heft to her lower body while still maintaining its lithe shape.
A couple peculiar, flustered yelps came from Karan when her ass firmed up and an endearing thigh gap formed between her legs. The gusts compressing against her were molding a fine shape out of what little there was. It was like the wind possessed limbs of its own. Adventurous, massaging hands encouraged the growth in her thighs and sides, the fingers titillating the flesh all the way near the borders of her trembling lower lips.
Meara stared on in confusion, seeing a blossoming beauty emerging from the form of her friend. It seemed she was starting to fall pray to some delight as well. Her moans began to shift from bewildered, shaken cries to blissful, relishing coos. There was still a nervousness to her words whenever she spoke, still a fear of the unknown of what was happening to her, but she was giving an impression now of growing acceptance. Something was taking hold of her and swooning her body and mind.
“It’s inside me!” Karan yelped, her neck elongating into a more unnatural state, creating a longer tunnel for which her breathy voice to travel, bringing a more prominent echo to her voice. “Swirlin all around me! It won’t leave me! It… it wants me!”
Yet another explosion of wind and Karan was once again sent reeling with pleasure, her body arching back as the wind entered more violently now. Her torso was softly pulling up in length towards a highly flexible posture as her body began to stretch out similar to her neck, limbs reaching an abnormal length while still appearing within the realm of humanly possible. There was an alluring, ethereal feel to her longer form, fitting for something riding the wispy currents of wind.
“Karan! Fight it!” Meara pleaded.
Karan’s breasts firmed up a bit from their originally feeble shape, her nipples firing out hard to the groping touch of the wind. The sensual massage encouraged their growth, gaining a modest size to fit her delicate shape. They hung supple off her chest, bobbing gracefully on the adoring gusts. She could tell that the wind wanted her to look her best. After all, she was being given a very important task, one demanding status and presence… and power.
A deafening roar of ecstasy nearly burst Meara’s ears as her friend’s voice cascaded into a booming, godlike tenor. Her voice had been gradually ascending throughout the changes, but it seemed now it had finally peaked. It was the kind of voice that burrowed into one’s head forcing itself to the forefront of everything one heard.
“As you WESH! HOH… FELL ME UP!” Karan gaudily spoke, answering a call heard only to her. She was enjoying it now, relishing in what the wind was giving her. To Meara she sounded almost drunk, her words slaves to chaotic emotion. In this moment, she felt a twinge of jealousy for what Karan was experiencing. As shocked and as frightened as she was, the raw passion filling her friend’s voice was that of someone who had reached some form of awakening not meant for mortal minds or bodies.
Indeed, Karan was no longer human, her ears crackling and shifting into a more pointed shape that stuck far out from her head, the cartilage thickening near the top rim as it became as sturdy as a tree trunk. Her hair kicking about grew far longer and wavy and turned blonde and smooth with an impossible sheen. The hypnotizing locks and extravagant ears reminded Meara of the descriptions for the mystic beings from legend, those like Janna.
Her face still looked human but also a step from it, a more angular shape to most of her features. The glow faded from her almond shaped eyes that were now unnervingly large and expressive, the kind of eyes that one could get lost in—large teal pupils that held a focused center to them. It was a gaze that could pierce a soul and read it; nothing would be able to hide from her. Her mind had been pushed towards enlightenment; she knew the ways of the world and how she now fit into it. She was now a goddess, and the wind was her tool.
Body shivering towards a whirlwind of a climax, Karan proudly proclaimed, “THE TEMPEST IS AT ME COMMAND!”
All the wind that had collected inside Karan then suddenly burst, sending an orb of wind hurling outward from her. It struck Meara and sent her flying into the wall, knocking her out cold. The remaining wind stayed focused a few feet apart from Karan’s body and was penetrating her harsher than ever before, scraping at her vaginal walls. As her body grew ever excited by the second it slowly began to grow in size alongside her lust. The growth came with no breaking or snapping bones or twisted organs, her giant size was bestowed upon her by a gentle, numbing expansion. Her growing power was forging a larger than life body for the newborn goddess—a living idol for the people the size of nearly 4 humans.
“UPON THE WEND… I ‘AVE RETURNED!”
Finally in full control of her body, Karan, now forging the identity of Janna, let the world know of her birth with a hearty gust barreling out of the temple cave. It crashed into the large waves and sent them hurling back, completely changing the direction of the swells. Carried upon the wind were the arousing cries of a cumming goddess that shook the earth. There was no greater joy for a godly being than feeling one’s power erupt for the first time on their day of birth.
Janna crashed her thighs together and quivered, her trembling, breathy moans still carrying a commanding volume, though it also had a far more comforting feel to it now. Fluids that shined and smelled like that of a fine elixir wet her legs. A few streams trickled down to the tips of her toes, dripping in small drops that were quickly evaporated by the light yet powerful, physically visible wind swirling in circular fashion below her—giving the impression that it was what was keeping her afloat in the air.
The wind had died down to a gentle breeze that tickled at Meara’s face, slowly waking her. The curtains over her eyes raised and she was met with an extraordinary sight. The gradual return of her vision teased her with a beauty incomparable to any she had laid eyes on before. She knew immediately what this meant, the otherworldly shape to Karan and the way she effortlessly floated about the wind conjured from the tips of her toes that kissed the air—she was in the presence of a new goddess! The tiara that had caused this transformation fit snug into the blonde hair snaking whimsically upwards above her head.
The air began to swirl around points on Janna’s body and covering thick over the more titillating spots. A lavish and revealing bra and hip piece materialized from the gray breeze physically taking form around her. The color of the garments were white, sporting bronze designs accentuating the curves of the breasts and bordering the top of the undergarments and light armor guards resting at the hips. An orange diamond topaz rested between her cleavage and 3 large circular topaz of similar color and brilliance strung around her lower waist along her lower garments somewhat like a belt. Janna’s arms raised with hypnotic grandeur and reached out in front of her as if to grasp at something, white, elbow gloves that opened on the arms like lilies forming as the motion was made. What she had reached for then appeared in her grasp—a giant staff that had the rigid, reflective texture of ice that was almost the length of her body. The staff’s head was a swirling hardened mass that looked like three whirlpooling storms crashing together, each one possessing an eye of the storm that shined like the sun on an overcast day.
Meara gawked and slowly rose to her feet, the new Janna wearing a calm, gratified look with her large eyes that seemed as if they might never blink. The blue energy bordering her body faded and she stood poised with purpose and looked as if she had it all figured out in her head and looked on amused at Meara fumbling over to her. Jealousy began to swell within Meara. That power should have been hers now that she thought of it. Still, she figured there might be a way to turn things around for herself and so she attempted to curry favor. First she had to butter her friend-turned-goddess up.
“Look at you Karan,” Meara celebrated. “By the wends we ‘ave done it!”
Janna’s expression changed little aside from a minor squint in the eyes. She was on to Meara clearly, sensing the scheming in her praise. After all she was her human friend, she knew her tactics well. Janna was above such games though, she would not let this mortal poison her purpose. That said she still held fondness for her friend. Perhaps there was a role for her…
Meara smoothly spoke, “Wit the squalls at our command the vellage’ll bend to us and treat us as gods.”
“YOU MAY CALL ME JANNA NOW GIRL AND I AM THE ONLY GOD ‘ERE.” Janna spoke with a mild bite, her voice still prominently carrying as if it filled the entire space. “THIS IS A MOMENTOUS OCCASION. ONE THAT SHOULD ‘AVE YOU KNEELIN.”
Meara felt insulted. She yelled at the goddess and berated her, saying that she only came into being because of her intentions and said that she should have been the rightful owner of the crown. This brought uproarious laughter from Janna.
“THE WEND MANIFESTED WHERE IT SHOULD NOW. IN ONE NOT SO CORRUPT AND MESGUIDED.”
Meara clenched a fist and stood her ground in the face of the towering presence before her. Water filling her eyes, she snapped, “Don’t you look down on me! You are nothin but a clatty rat who I took under me wing! I deserve this! Not the squalor o’ this vellage!”
Some slight disappointment showed on Janna’s face, an echo from her human self. She clearly did not need this woman any longer, but Meara’s words did hold some truth to them. Despite her ways, she had taken her in as Karan, one who had no family or purpose, and put wind in her sails. And that wind finally led here to her purpose.
“I DO FEEL FOR YOU AND YOUR PETTY WHEMS. VERY WELL. I SHALL GRANT YOU A SMALL TASTE O’ ME POWER.”
With a forgiving gesture Janna beckoned Meara to her. Meara’s waterworks halted with haste and she smiled her usual scheming smile as she approached. She was soon overwhelmed by Janna’s brilliance the closer she got, the almost heavenly aura that surrounded her potent and bewitching. Her calming eyes soothed all emotion from Meara and she was brought to a tranquil, wobbly state. Eyes heavy she saw Janna lean down to her after letting go of her staff, leaving it floating to her side. She had to bend down to her level like a mother to a child due to the sheer difference in height. A gentle breeze layered Janna’s form and could be felt by Meara with her being so close.
Janna’s giant hands fiercely, yet softly grabbed both sides of Meara’s head and planted a kiss onto her. A burst of energy overwhelmed her immediately and her legs became unsteady then her body went fully limp. It was a shock her body couldn’t handle. She wondered how Karan endured it. She needed to power through though, despite the almost suffocating nature of her ordeal. This was no ordinary kiss, she was gasping for air in fact. Her body instinctively wished to struggle and tear away Janna’s hands, but they were strong and her body was weak. Meara didn’t understand why she couldn’t breath!
Janna gave a long, hard inhale after her kiss and with it began drawing all the breath from Meara’s lungs. The human’s body thrashed and twitched as more than just air was consumed. All the moisture and fluids that existed within Meara were being drawn out like a vortex sucking in all around it. Any particle of oxygen possible was funneled up Meara’s throat and into the belly of a god—for what purpose she could not fathom as there was only terror. And pleasure too, so much maddening pleasure that it too was terrifying. Her mind was reaching a high it could not escape and eventually succumbed to it.
Meara’s unconscious body withered away, her skin shriveling to that of a corpse. Her body looked dusty and brittle like the cracked earth in a wasteland. As Janna finished drawing her last bit of the human’s airy essence, her grip eventually crushing her head to dust, causing Meara’s entire body to crumble into clumps of compost and ash. The wind then spread the remains to parts unknown. It didn’t matter though, as all that was Meara was now within Janna and her puffed cheeks.
She then opened a small keyhole-sized portion of her mouth and began to blow. A teal, physically visible wind gently released from the goddess’ exhale. It traveled out like smoke, swirling through the air while never separating. Dancing for a while, the small mass eventually began to gain a more human form. Arms and legs firmly appeared and rooted themselves to a lithe body, the wind materializing into a more solid shape that looked akin to skin, though skin that glowed with a faint light and seemed slightly transparent. The body with a head still forming shivered in delight, a sample of the sensations that had swelled within Janna during her birth filling the tiny being.
Once the head came into formation it had the visage of Meara, only now with a smoother, slightly inhuman look similar to Janna, with black glossy eyes with no pupils and pointed ears. Wings flickered to life on her backside, flapping as fast as a locust, glittery particles leaving a trail wherever she uneasily fluttered to—she was adjusting to her new pint-sized body and method of movement.
“THERE IS ME LETTLE PEX.“ Janna tenderly greeted, offering her hand out for the disoriented wind pixie to land on.
The Pixie soon gathered a step to her and began to aggravatingly flutter in front of Janna’s face, who looked on with endearment at her agitated little friend. Meara tried to scold and insult her creator, still fresh with the memories of her end as a human along with her grudge, but no words escaped her. She grabbed at her mouth in shock while Janna giggled.
“DO NOT WORRY NOW ME LETTLE MEARA. I KNOW YOUR MEND IS A GUST, BUT THE WORDS WELL SOON COMB ALONG WIT YOUR PURPOSE. LET IT GUIDE YOU TO SERENITY.” Janna assured while a down looking Meara landed defeated onto her master’s palm. She wouldn’t show it, but she did feel a comforting rattle within her brain every time Janna spoke, like things were slowly clicking into place.
The goddess and her familiar hovered out of the cave and stood before the raging storm, the waves crashing towards them bouncing off a wind barrier surrounding them. Janna had a look of defiance, a slightly fiendish smile starting to curl. Her doting eyes turned into a focused glare.
“WE’LL BRING PROSPERITY BACK TO THOSE WHO ARE’LLIN. YOU SEE MEARA, THEY BROUGHT THIS UPON THEMSEVLES. FOR THEY DO NOT UNDERSTAND…”
Meara looked up nervously at her master, feeling the chill of her rustling authority. This was a goddess who would not stand for disrespect towards her generous deeds.
“I AM NOT MERELY A FERRYIN WEND. I AM ALSO THE STORM’S FURY.”
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