Alastor actually paused, letting her do the work if that's what she wanted.  He was inside of her, a portion of him anyway, and that would be what he'd need to channel it through.  She was a greedy little slut.  A goddess?  The thought she held was so strong he could picture it in his mind's eye.  Then again, his people had once been worshiped as gods themselves, so it wasn't such a surprise.  But to create such changes...this would be an interesting dilemma.  A breath was taken as he would close his eyes, bringing his focus to simply him and her, the seed within her womb, the cock lodged in her cunt, and the image she held in her mind.<br/><br/>Alastor enjoyed the belief people nowadays believed of magic.  Incantations galore, chanting, this and that.  They could be used but ultimately magic broke down to one simple thing.  Will.  If one had the will, reality could fold away at the will of the user to do what was needed.  But in this case...pouring raw, wild magic into a being would cause whatever they held in their mind to occur.  To an extent.  He couldn't create her into being a true goddess, but she'd definitely be more than human.<br/><br/>His hands dug into her hips, as much holding on to her as connecting with her even more.  The searing heat would begin there, the sensation akin to a shockwave that would spread from the center of her body where his seed lay.  Waves of magic spread out like waves throughout her body, rippling as they went, snaking the sorcerous might of Alastor into her frame.  She wanted strength.  Speed.  Seductive abilities.  Beguiling voice.  His breathing slowed, neared stopping as he brought to bear all the magical might he possessed to pour all of it into her.<br/><br/>The raw magic of the world was tapped as his own might would begin to run low, some of the very essence used to keep the Night Parade running giving him what was needed.  Let the others deal with the repercussions.  He was making a servant, a woman bound by magic and seed.  His very material would bind to her body, ensuring the magic took and would also bind her to him.  Not in a manner of controlling her every whim, but creating a pathway through which magic could travel between them.  A path of least resistance.<br/><br/>"Hold that picture," he groaned aloud.  "Hold what you wish to be.  What you wish to look like.  Keep it...as clear...as possible."  The magical explosion that would be needed to create the her that she desired would be a detonation triggered within her very body, the aftershocks exiting her via a visible wave of raw magic escaping back into the world once it had been used to do what was needed.  It also left Alastor slipping away from her, stumbling, and falling to his ass against the opposite wall of the outdoor shower.