Fusion Of Destiny: 01. Awakening Of Desires (Patreon)

Summary:

Follow the journey of Illya, a young girl with a childlike body who harbors feelings of envy and longing towards Lancer Artoria, an imposing figure with a mature physique. Desperate to bridge the gap between them, Illya channels her frustration into a pact with her kaleidoscope ruby's magic, merging her essence with Artoria's through the power of a holy lance. As their souls intertwine, Illya undergoes a profound transformation, acquiring the body and desires of her counterpart. Fueled by newfound sensations and desires, Illya embraces her merged identity as Illyartoria, embarking on a journey of self-discovery and indulgence in her deepest fantasies.

Story:

As I stood in the moonlit glade, consumed by envy and longing, I felt the weight of my small and insignificant form bearing down upon me. Lancer Artoria, with an imposing stature and a beauty that seemed to mock my own youthful innocence, stood before me. Her D-size breasts, her six-foot height, her graceful curves—all served as painful reminders of my childlike body.



Day by day, the divide between us grew wider, my envy festering like poison within my heart. How could fate be so cruel, granting her everything while leaving me with nothing but emptiness and longing?

Unable to endure the torment any longer, I clutched my magical stick Kaleidoscope tightly, its power humming with potential. With a determined glint in my eye, I channeled all my anger and frustration into a single act of defiance.



In an instant, a blinding light engulfed us, and I felt Lancer Artoria's essence drawn towards me, merging with mine in a whirlwind of magic and chaos. The pain was excruciating as her form expanded within my childlike body, stretching me to my limits. I could feel every inch of my being being pulled and stretched as her mature features began to reshape my own.

My chest, where there was once nothing but flatness, now strained against the fabric of my clothes as the D cup size breasts of Artoria Lancer tried to tear their way out. Simultaneously, my childlike buttocks were expanded, filling out to match the curves of her adult form. My thighs and legs elongated, becoming longer and fuller, as my height increased to match that of Lancer Artoria.



Even my hands, once small and delicate, were now being stretched from within, becoming more like Artoria's strong and capable appendages. And amidst the agony of my transformation, I gritted my teeth and held firm, knowing that this was the price I must pay to attain the body I so desperately desired.

But perhaps the most startling change of all was happening to my most intimate parts. My womanhood, which had remained closed off, untouched by the changes of puberty, was now being opened, stretching to accommodate the alterations wrought within me. The sensation was both alien and exhilarating, a physical manifestation of the transformation taking place within my very being. And as I endured the pain, I knew that I was one step closer to becoming the woman I was meant to be.



As Lancer Artoria's features melded with my own, I felt a sense of disorientation wash over me. Memories flooded my mind—memories of battles fought, of victories won, of a bond forged with Morgan, and of the child I had created, Mordred. It was as if I were experiencing another's life, a life that now intertwined with my own.

With each passing moment, I became more like her, my hair shifting to match her golden locks, my facial features morphing to mirror her regal visage. And as her memories intertwined with mine, I felt a newfound sense of power and desire stirring within me.

But it wasn't just her physical attributes that I absorbed; it was her essence, her spirit, her very soul. With each breath, I felt myself becoming more like her, my childlike body growing taller and more imposing, my chest swelling with newfound fullness, my body adorned with the same beauty and grace that had once belonged to her.

As the light faded and I stood before the moonlit glade, I realized that I was no longer just Illya. I was now a fusion of two souls, two destinies intertwined in a dance of light and shadow. And with Lancer Artoria's essence coursing through my veins, I felt a newfound sense of power and desire stirring within me.



As the pulsating desires within me reached a fever pitch, a newfound curiosity consumed my thoughts. I, with my childlike body untouched by the mysteries of womanhood, felt an insatiable urge to explore this newfound aspect of my being. With trembling hands, I grasped the Holy Lance, its shimmering tip beckoning to me with a promise of pleasure and fulfillment.

Breathless with anticipation, I guided the lance's divine power towards the throbbing center of my desires, my heart racing as I prepared to embark on a journey into the unknown. Despite my innocence and inexperience, I felt a primal urge stirring within me, a hunger for sensations that I had never known before.

With a sense of trepidation and excitement, I pressed the lance's tip against the tender folds of my womanhood, feeling a surge of pleasure shoot through me at the contact. It was a sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced, a heady mix of ecstasy and taboo that sent shivers down my spine. As the lance's tip slipped inside me once again, I gasped at the overwhelming rush of sensation that washed over me. My womanhood throbbed with newfound desire, my body arching instinctively towards the source of my pleasure.

But it wasn't just my womanhood that responded to the touch of the holy lance; my breasts too reacted in ways I had never seen before. As the lance's divine power coursed through me, I felt my nipples harden and stiffen, a sensation that sent waves of pleasure rippling through my body. It was a feeling both exhilarating and unnerving, as if I were discovering a part of myself that had long remained dormant.

With each thrust of the lance, I felt my breasts swell with anticipation, their newfound fullness a testament to the power of the magic at work. My hands trembled as they explored the curves of my body, lingering on the sensitive flesh of my breasts. With one hand, I squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh, reveling in the sensation of my fingers sinking into the supple curves. With the other hand, I guided the lance with practiced precision, each movement sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

As I continued to pleasure myself with the holy lance, I couldn't help but focus more attention on my breasts, pinching and teasing my nipples until they stood erect and sensitive to the slightest touch. The combination of sensations was intoxicating, overwhelming my senses and driving me to new heights of ecstasy.

Each time I thrust myself with the lance, my breasts jiggled with the motion, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I couldn't help but marvel at their newfound sensitivity and responsiveness, each movement eliciting a moan of pleasure from my lips. It was as if my body had been awakened to a new realm of sensation, one that I had never imagined possible.

In the midst of my pleasure, I found myself silently thanking Artoria for merging her essence with mine, for bestowing upon me breasts like these and a body like this. The womanhood that had already been used so much now welcomed the lance's tip inside me with ease, a feat that would have been impossible with my former childlike body. I marveled at the size and weight of my new breasts, amazed at how they seemed to fill my hands and press against my chest with a delicious weightiness.



It was a moment of pure abandon, a surrender to the forbidden thrill of indulging in my darkest desires. And as I lost myself in the sensations that washed over me, I knew that I was no longer just Illya. I was a fusion of two souls bound together by fate and desire, hungering for more.

As the sensations of pleasure washed over me, I found myself consumed by a newfound hunger, a thirst for experiences that transcended the boundaries of my innocence. With each passing moment, I felt the tendrils of corruption winding their way around my soul, twisting and contorting me into something darker.

Gone was the timid child who had once stood in the moonlit glade, replaced now by a woman who exuded an aura of allure and temptation. With every movement, every breath, I radiated a power that was both intoxicating and dangerous.

And as I basked in the glow of my own transformation, I felt no remorse, no guilt for the path I had chosen. Instead, I embraced it, reveling in the knowledge that I was now a being of immense power and sensuality.



But amidst the chaos of my transformation, there was a hunger that gnawed at the very core of my being—a hunger for more. More experiences, more pleasures, more souls to add to my collection. And as I stood before the moonlit glade, bathed in the glow of my own corruption, I knew that I was ready to seek out new conquests.

For I was no longer just Illya—I was Illyartoria, a woman who wielded her newfound desires like a weapon, luring others into the depths of her darkness with a single glance. And with each soul I absorbed, each woman I brought into my embrace, I grew stronger, more powerful, more irresistible.

And so, with a wicked smile upon my lips, I set out into the night, my heart pounding with

anticipation for the pleasures that awaited me. For I was no longer bound by the constraints of my youth—I was a mistress of temptation, and I hungered for more.