You are a (either: "wanderer", "bandit", "exile", "lonely soul", "mendicant", "traveler", "incense woman"), travelling from a (either: "town", "city", "old ruin", "cave", "temple", "hostel") to a (either: "town", "city", "old ruin", "cave", "temple", "hostel"). You were read once by a (either: "witch", "priestess", "spirit medium", "spiritualist", "fortune teller", "psychic") who told you that your aura is (set: $aura to "white")<tw-link class='cyclingLink' data-cycling-texts='["white", "red", "orange", "yellow", "green", "blue", "purple", "pink", "brown", "black"]' onclick='clickCyclingLink(this, "$aura");'>$aura</tw-link>.
One night you are camping (either: "in a hollow tree", "on a boulder", "by the roadside", "in the wilderness"), sleeping naked in a sleeping bag. You awake from your (either: "nightmares", "dreams", "dreamless sleep") and you feel inexplicably drawn to walk (either: "north", "east", "south", "west", "north-east", "south-east", "south-west", "north-west") into the (either: "pitch black", "moonlit") [[woods.]]
You (either: "walk", "trudge", "dawdle", "stride", "hike") through the thick brush, your feet touch (either: "rain-wet earth", "the corpse of some animal", "what feel like candlewax", "something rushing past you", "something thorned", "dry earth", "a pile of stacked stones") your movement is as if you are (either: "being pulled as if by a lead", "dragged by your shoulders", "only following your soul as it is pulled", "a fish on a lure"), towards a [[light]] shining through the trees.
You look down upon a great cathedral, its roof damaged by the elements, its spires in disrepair. Some of its windows are broken and the flickering light leaks out through the bent slats. The great [[oak door]] is ajar and it beacons you.
You walk as if in a dream up to the door, the old mossy wood creaks as your hand pulls it [[open.]]
Before you stands a massive room, lit by hundreds and hundreds of candles. The yellow orange light flickers through the rafters, where little votives drip onto the wax coated floor. The candles around the room (either: "loom over your petite form", "stand equal to you", "are almost as tall as you"). Their shapes share some modicum of humanity, unmelted wax reflects [[feminine bodies]], flecked with the drippings of the candles above.
You shuffle dazedly through the maze of figures, you feel eyes on you, sense movement in the crowd. As you approach the altar, you feel overcome by a sudden predatory feeling all around you. The hypnotic malaise lifts and you are overcome with terror.
[[Flee to the door.]]
You turn and the wax women have closed their ranks, their flat eyes and melted heads seem to stare into you, the fires of their wicks set your heart aquiver. Sweat drips down your neck, your breathing is a rapid concerto of panic and you feel bile rise in your throat.
[[Something is behind you.]]
Its predatory aura invades your skin it straddles you from behind, (either: "smooth waxy hands clutch your thighs", "a wax finger invades your mouth", "waxy palms fondle your breasts", "a wax hand gently chokes your neck"). Her $candle hand softens where she touches you, and [[she]] turns you around.
There are places in this world where magics neither old or new reside. Simulacrums of common things reimagined in magical ecosystems. Some say that these places are formed by sentient magic that doesn't belong within this world, and attempts to make a place for itself in it. Explorers are oft paid small fortunes for their phenomenon logs by archmages and college witches, all in order to understand these resemblances of nature.
This is the story of one of those [[mysteries.->You are.]]
(set: $candle to 'lavender')
As you return into that hypnotic daze that brought you to enter her trap, you hazily see that all of her, from her (either: "thin hips", "muscular calves", "long legs", "wide hips", "short legs") to her (either: "petite curves", "broad shoulders", "buxom curves", "slender arms", "jutting collarbones") is formed of soft $candle wax, she feels warm against you as she clutches you, (either: "roughly kissing your soft lips", "gently smooching your chapped lips", "slowly biting your lower lip"). You are without power to think, to resist, to do anything as your vision is clouded with a light $candle curtain of fog. Her eyes are blank, no iris or pupil, only small orbs of wax behind unmoving lids, giving you no pity or remorse as she leaves drops of herself inside your [[mouth.]]
She continues kissing you, sliding her tongue into your mouth, it feels dully hot inside you, candlewax (either: "drips down your throat", "seals your tongue", "dribbles into your gums") as she (either: "clutches your ass with a rapidly warming hand.", "scrapes melting fingers down your back", "clogs your hair with her slowly deteriorating hand","squeezes your thighs leaving bits of wax stuck to you"). Her whole body is pressed against you, and you loose the trance for a split second of overwhelming fear before it creeps back into your [[mind.]]
She pulls away, leaving $candle wax dripping out of your lips and down your bare chest, grabs you by the hand and pulls you up unto the [[altar slab.]]
You could swear, through your stupor, that her decaying mouth opens in a (either: "macabre smirk", "hungry grin", "superior leer"), you feel your body moving to sit on the altar and she (either: "takes you by the shoulders", "places a hand on your sternum", "grips your arms", "puts her fingers around your neck") and pushes you down onto the cold stone.
Her surface is so hot it stings where she touches you, as her face hovers over yours, she drips hot rivulets unto your face, reminiscent of the breath of a flesh and blood [[lover.]]
She leans back in to kiss you, filling your mouth with her wax, you feel like you should vomit but your organs refuse to force her out, your whole body is under her spell. You feel her searing fluid (either: "seeping down your esophagus", "trickling down your windpipe", "clogging your sinuses") as she [[melts]] into your lips.
She (either: "grinds a melting knee into your crotch", "clutches your hand, sealing you together", "straddles you, her cock melting into you", "straddles you, her vulva melting into you"). She grinds slowly on you, your genitals are covered in her scorching wax, you see through the haze that her body barely resembles humanity anymore, before your eyes are covered in her [[substance.]]
(set: $women to it +1)
Soon you are covered completely in her, your pores are all full of her, veins pulse their deathrattles with cooling wax, your heart stops simply because it cannot move to pump any longer. You lie on the altar, posthumously watching as more of the wax women surround your body, chanting some spell with never opening mouths. As you watch, the $candle wax trickles out of you, as your body is revealed you see that it is $aura wax. The river flowing from your used up holes reforms into feminine shape and joins (link-replace: "its")[your] sisters.
(set: $candle to $aura)
[[Another womanshape joins their convent of candlewax.->You are.]]