My Second Dungeon. 4 (R-18)

"I believe any moment now, you'll turn into your next form," Trent said.

"**Pant**pant** I wish I wouldn't. You won't like how I look," the young witch said, out of breath.

"Why? Is there something I should worry about? You said only your final form is capable of matching my strength."

The young witch rolled over and surfaced her massive tits to Trent's semi-erect shaft, her chest rising and falling. "You won't find me attractive like you find this form. I'll be ugly, and you might not be compelled to deposit your semen in me or even touch me."

Trent gave a confused frown as he hopped off and sat on the bed. "What do you mean, 'ugly'?"

"It's happening," she whispered, and her body began to transform with shadows. Trent instinctively rose to his feet and quickly deployed Crimson Knight just as the Dungeon itself was shifting slightly to the next level.