Transformed! Nine Magically Erotic Stories (18 page)

Happily, Lillian forced Katie down to her knees and chicken-winged her arms behind her. Katie, whimpering, struggled even as her pussy dripped down juices to the floor below.

Meanwhile, Master kept plowing into Jennifer, who seemed to be having the time of her life, calling out promises for him.

“I’m gonna break my boyfriend’s heart!” the Asian beauty sang happily. “The wedding is totally canceled! I can’t wait to dump him for you, Master! I’ll throw the ring in his face!”

That seemed to please Master greatly. Groaning loud enough to vibrate the chairs in the dining room, he came in Jennifer. The hot Asian screamed with intense pleasure, her own multitude of orgasms making the rounds through her hot tight body.

Even as he continued spurting, he withdrew from Jennifer, and aimed his sperm-spewing fountain at Katie, walking closer and closer.

Quickly, the lovely blonde was coated with Master’s gift, filling her mouth over. His cum bubbled out of her mouth, running down her big tits. Instantly, the still-cumming Jennifer was there to lap it up, her enormous breasts resting on Katie’s rapidly lengthening legs.

Lillian squirmed with jealously, holding Katie’s now-limp arms. Lillian looked down and saw that Katie’s eyes had rolled completely backward into her head, her pussy convulsing with a seemingly endless amount of orgasms.

Sensing Katie’s change, their Master shoved his enormous cock inside of her mouth, pumping wave after wave of cum into her fertile body. It seeped out the slim edges of her mouth where his cock was not completely filling her hole. Katie’s moans were loud and robotic—she moaned because Master willed her to moan. She came because Master willed her to cum.

Lillian was—though completely assured of her Master’s virility—somewhat scared she would be left out of his cum shower. Didn’t he love her? Wasn’t she his first, special slave?

“P-pleaaase,” Lillian moaned, her cunt filled with the lava of overwhelming lust. “Pleeease, Master...”

Master’s enormous head tilted, looking down at Lillian’s perfection. He reached over and grabbed Lillian’s tits, pulling her closer.

“What, girl? Did you think you would no longer be my favorite, just because I’m stuffing her face?”

Lillian had trouble answering that with just please or thank you. She tried anyway, nodding, and then whispering “Please, Master.”

He ran a hand through her thick mass of hair, twitching a bit as he came even more pints of cum down Katie’s throat. Katie was eager now, sucking happily, totally transformed into a proper cockslut.

“Of course you’re my favorite, doll. Don’t ever think otherwise. But these other bitches needed to learn their place.”

Jennifer moaned in affirmation, so happy that she had already been taught.

“But, you have been very good. So...”

Ignoring Katie’s sudden rush of moanful protests, Master pulled out of the rapidly beautifying blonde and picked up Lillian with one hand around her torso. He was so wonderfully strong!

Holding her in place with one enormous hand wrapped around her teensy, tiny waist, he bent Lillian over and shoved his massively slick cock inside of her sopping wet pussy. Then he let go—his cock holding her in the air entirely. It was amazing!

Her entire inner body had been reformed completely to hold his cock—her organs arranged perfectly to contain his massiveness. Hot, orgasmic waves of bliss rushed over and over through Lillian, and her orgasms only intensified as Master shoved her face into the wall, once again her hair acting as padding.

Katie and Jennifer, slathered in his still wet cum as it absorbed into their bodies, grabbed Lillian’s hands and held them behind her back, tugging at her massive wealth of shiny dark hair. Master grabbed both new slavecunts and shoved their heads next to Lillian’s face, encouraging them to join their endless praise.

“He’s fucking you so hard because you’re his
best
girl,” Jennifer moaned.

“I’m so fucking jealous of you, love,” cried Katie. “He’s going to just destroy your cunt. You won’t be able to walk for
days.
He could get you fucking
pregnant
.”

Lillian bucked and screamed, her face sliding harder into the wall.

“Fucking
own
her, Master,” Jennifer and Katie cried together. “
Ruin
her please!”

“Please!” Lillian called out. She could only say please in front of Him.

Gasping and bucking, Master unleashed in her at last. His cum inside her seemed even more virulent than the constant fountain that he had been spewing for over an hour now, one final gushing hot molten outpouring of pure bliss filling up Lillian’s pussy completely. Lillian’s brain blinked on and off, flooded with bliss, feeling like thousands of orgasms were hitting her all at once.

And finally, the raging Henry seemed to power down, still shoved inside of Lillian, holding all three women inside his enormous grasp, and slept.

* * * * *

H
enry woke up sometime the next morning, looking at the girls around him.

“Not a dream,” he said, half-aroused and half-horrified.

He saw Jennifer, her long hair tangled around her body, and Katie, a serene smile on her lovely sleeping face, each girl holding him possessively. But, where was Lillian?

Standing up, he felt off-balance immediately. The world was larger again. Stepping in front of the mirror in the bedroom, he was only half-surprised to see himself as his normal self again. No more behemoth size, no more massive cum fountain for a cock.

He walked out the room naked, groggy, feeling hungover, and saw Lillian hanging up the phone, saying goodbye to someone named Yasmin. She wore a white silk robe—the one he had got her last year on their anniversary. She didn’t have alarmingly gigantic tits, and wasn’t over six feet tall, and didn’t have an oversexualized face that could make a normal man cum just from a glance.

It was just Lillian. His real, actual beautiful Lillian.

A series of feelings rushed over him, not the least of which were competing forces of relief and disappointment.

“How is this...” he shook his head. “What happened, baby? What did we do?”

She smiled, coming close to him and kissing him lovingly. Her tongue pressed into his mouth hotly, licking at his lips when she drew away.

“You were just amazing,” she said. “I never would have thought watching you dominate other women would be so fucking hot, but it really is.”

She pushed him down on the cushions of the overturned couch, and began stroking his cock.

“Lillian...baby...don’t...”

Stroking him harder, Lillian bent down and started licking his shaft gently. His protests ran out. In many ways, he felt like he deserved a good handjob, a good blowjob. He had fucked his girlfriend hard. He had fucked lots of other women.

That was what real men did.

She just stared at him in open submission, open adoration, licking his cock again and again..

“Did you really want me like that, Lillian? Some hunk beast, raging and cumming everywhere?”

She nodded intently, moving her mouth off of him for a moment but still stroking his cock. “Yes, Sir. I really did. I really do. It’s so hot, Sir. I love it when you take charge.”

Her strokes increased as she talked about it, staring at his cock intently.

“F-fuck. Okay. Okay. Maybe we need to get some more of that wine. A lot more.”

“Thank you, Sir. I will.”

Behind him, in the bedroom, he could hear the other girls waking up, calling his name, adoration tinting their voices. He could definitely get used to this.

* * * * *

Y
asmin hung up the phone, smiling prettily. She could hardly smile otherwise.

The girl Lillian seemed to be quite happy to receive a complimentary box of her ancient wine. She also didn’t seem to mind that as her boyfriend took more and more of the wine, the effects would gain more and more permanence on her boyfriend and on whoever he fucked.

Perhaps Lillian would tell her boyfriend this. Yasmin doubted it. Nice boys always had such strange protests to being placed on the pedestal they deserved to be worshiped upon.

Yasmin, of course, didn’t bother to tell her that hundreds of other couples in town had been sent the same sort of wine. Probably, Yasmin supposed, Lillian would find out on her own. She didn’t seem to be a dullard, and it would be hard to miss the legion of hunks that were about to move through the streets, claiming cunts

Breathing in the sweet current of lust that was traveling through the morning air, Yasmin stepped downstairs into the basement.

There was a hot, musky, burning smell down there, like someone had taken the very essence of hot lust and made it molten, running it through the core of the Earth.

Opposite the marble stairs, there was an ornate metal altar, complete with dozens of intricately cast figures caught in repose in lovemaking positions. If she watched it long enough, she would see the figures melting and moving, fucking each other in more and more sinfully perfect ways.

In front of the altar, there was a gigantic dense shadow of an enormous man-like being, almost given complete form. He was chained to posts arranged in front of the altar, struggling and snarling.

Yasmin crawled before him, and when she was close enough, began fingering her pussy, eager to succumb to orgasmic delight to strengthen the figure in chains.

Soon, Yasmin would have built up enough power in the town to break the chains. And soon, her Dark Lord would be free to own this world as he wished—as he deserved.

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“Y
ou have to be very careful,” said Gerald, driving through the town. “From all accounts, this woman, if that’s what she is, is highly seductive. Knowledgeable. You might even find her friendly, easy to laugh with or agree with. Do none of these things. If she says the sky is blue, affirm that it is red. Any agreement she makes with you, she will use to build another, and another, until you are very far along on the ladder to damnation. Do you understand, girl?”

“Yes sir,” said Olivia, looking at him solemnly.

“I know you don’t believe me all the way. That’s fine. But you have to trust that I know what I’m doing a little bit.”

“I do trust you,” she said. “And I believe you, too.”

He didn’t seem to believe her, though. He never did. That hurt more than anything, that she put so much of her trust and life and effort into this man who repaid so little of it.

Gerald was a demon hunter by trade, tall and bearded with dark eyes the same charcoal color as his hair. Olivia had been working with him for a little over a month now, helping to prepare his tinctures and sharpen his stakes, that sort of thing. It was not well-paying work, but Gerald seemed to always have money when he needed it and he was not shy about sharing when it came to necessities.

There were worse situations, Olivia knew, than traveling from town to town on the road with a completely handsome bearded hunk.

They drove into the parking lot of the antiques shop known as Possessions. Inside, Gerald assured her there was an evil greater than any he or anyone else had ever encountered or experienced.

Olivia had met him hitchhiking on her way out of her hometown of Little Hill, which was neither little nor had a hill. She hated the town, everyone in it, and everything it did, and wanted no part of the life it offered. Everyone was either a miner or the wife of a miner, and she saw no future for herself there.

Olivia wasn’t quite sure what she wanted her life to be about yet. Much like the denizens of her hometown, she was hardworking and practical, but her practical streak went beyond just seeing the opportunity for work right in front of her.

Practically, she knew that a career in modeling wasn’t out of the question—certainly she didn’t imagine being a lingerie model walking on runways on network television or gracing the covers of big fashion magazines (although the thought of that did send thrills down her spine)—but she was certainly beautiful enough between her lovely face and delightfully sexy figure to get a little glamour work done on the side to pay bills while she was figuring herself out.

That’s all she really wanted—some time to figure herself out. And then, she had found herself alone with a self-professed demon hunter.

It had been dangerous, hitchhiking out of her town as a beautiful nineteen year-old girl. Olivia knew this. She knew that with her beautiful auburn hair and short, slender body, her big breasts so firm and bouncy on her tight frame, that she was a particularly vulnerable target.

Her face got her in the most trouble—big brown eyes that held a beguiling spark, always making guys think she was flirting with them when she was just angry or annoyed, in combination with the soft tilted pads of her lips and the lovely turn of her nose, sent most men into slathering beasts around her.

Most men, of course, except for Gerald. For whatever reason, he seemed immune to her charms of happenstance, and when she tried actively to flirt with him, he was non-responsive.

When he had picked her up, all he said was, “I’m going this way. Are you?”

It wasn’t long before he told her what he was and what he did, and it wasn’t long after that before she volunteered her services, hoping to gain his favor.

Of course
, Olivia would think often,
the one guy who doesn’t want me is the one I’m so unstoppably turned on by
.

She wasn’t sure what it was about him. He was awfully gruff with her, barely saying two words at a time while he drove.

Perhaps it was his beard, so thick and unattended and wild, as black as his eyes. Or maybe it was those eyes, dark and always burning with a zealous fire that she was just completely desperate to see attuned to her body.

Maybe it was the vast inventory of weapons and totems and fetishes he had collected over his many years of hunting. In the back of his modified SUV, he had four types of crossbows, a stockade of silver bullets, plenty of silver stakes, loads of silver rods and iron rods, a chest full of crosses, three gold-plated nets, and a plethora of vials, each containing its own special serum or herb that he assured her would take care of whatever assailants came his way.