Transformed! Nine Magically Erotic Stories (22 page)

“N-noo,” he gasped, as Yasmin began to tug at his cock. “No. It’s evil.”

“I thought we went over this, darling.” Yasmin stroked his hair. “It’s not evil. It’s fun!” Her green eyes glimmered. “You’ll get to have all the fun you ever wanted. All the hotties you’ve ever dreamt of, worshipping your hot cock. Won’t that be a delight?”

He pushed Yasmin away, and for a moment, Olivia was disheartened...but then he came straight toward her. He pushed her back on the fur, and Olivia spread her legs right away. He ripped away her panties like they were nothing. Then her bra, exposing her hot, young teenage tits. His pants quickly came down, his big, meaty length revealed once more.

“Can’t take anymore,” he grunted. “You’re so fucking hot, Olivia. I’ve needed this.”

“Oh
yes
,” she moaned. “
I’ve
needed this too! Please, Sir! Hurry!”

“Oh...god,” his thick, long cock slid at last inside of Olivia. “You’re sooo tight.”

“That’s because you’re my first, Gerald,” she cooed. “I wanted you for sooo long.”

That only seemed to encourage him to fuck her harder, not gentler. Oh, good. It was
so
good. As Gerald fucked her, he seemed to get more intense, more...dare she say it? More demonic. His fingernails clawed into her back, he bit her shoulder and left a deep red mark.

But her hot young beauty seemed to be too much for him. His thrusts were so hard, so fast. He was going to cum soon. She could feel him bucking.

If Olivia had the presence of mind to notice, she would have seen Yasmin chanting as he rocketed inside of her.

His cum spilled inside her, and all the darkness in the room rushed toward inside of his mouth. There was a long, earthy, primeval moan that emanated from his body. Olivia had never felt anything so hot, so powerful, flooding in her all at once. It overwhelmed her completely. She felt her body lifted up with bliss.

She had passed out. She didn’t realize it until she woke up, seeing Gerald on his knees beside her, starting to stand up.

Except...it wasn’t Gerald, of course. It was...someone else. Something else?

“Olivia,” not-Gerald uttered.

This new being had Gerald’s shape, that was all. The kindness of his voice, the spark in his eyes was gone. Gerald's eyes, in fact, were gone entirely, replaced by two burning brimstones. He was larger than Gerald too—every muscle bigger, every bit of him more defined. His cock larger by half again the length and girth that it was before. Deep, primal waves of wild attraction pulled Olivia toward him.

“G...Gerald? Sir?”

Olivia didn't know what to think, really. She was desperate to be told, though. Yasmin nodded happily, sliding up against Olivia. Her big pale tits so heavy and warm. Her eyes so vibrant, so green, glowing in the dark of the cellar.

“Oh yes. It is your Sir, darling, but it’s not really Gerald. Gerald is...gone now. And only our Dark Lord remains. Isn’t that wonderful? He's going to
fill
me, darling”

Yasmin’s gaze was so very beautiful. And not-Gerald had turned into something so utterly masculine, so impossibly arousing that Olivia was willing to believe anything at all that she was being told.

“Yes,” she said, her eyes vacant, her mind entirely gone. “Won-der-ful.”

Gerald’s flesh seemed almost like it was burning, breaking away, like the skin could barely contain him. Little cracks formed, blackness searing out from it. Still though, his body was phenomenally muscular, his features made only more masculine and handsome with the transformation. His brow was ridged and thick, his jaw dense.

Olivia’s cunt pulsed with constant orgasm. She needed this Dark Lord. She needed him to fill her up, for all eternity.

His muscular body turned toward Yasmin, mere feet away from his enormity. She melted in front of him, not quite kneeling but barely standing, her knees knocking, her entire body shaking with desire. It struck Olivia as somewhat odd and besides that thoroughly arousing that someone who had exerted so much control over an entire town was buckling with helpless, unrestrained delight at the sight of her Master, needing to serve him the way a newlywed bride needs to serve her groom.

“P-pl-please may I kneel?” Yasmin stuttered. “Please, my Master? Please, command me? I've done all you asked. I've prepared...I've made myself
so
fertile for you, so ready for your seed...”

Her tits were heaving before him. He lifted up one big hand, stroking her breasts, softly at first. Then he gripped them more firmly, rubbing his palm over one nipple and wrapping the tips of his fingers around her other enormous tit. Yasmin screamed with pleasure.

“For your service,” he said, his voice an avalanche of rocky maleness. “The first taste.”

Pushing her down to her knees, he pulled his enormous cock up. It was massive, veiny, the width of Olivia’s fist. She had no idea a cock that big could look so suckable, so amazing, so very much the definition of everything she had ever wanted to have.

A thick dollop of hot white cum slid out of his cock. He ran it across her lips, and she sucked it down eagerly. The foundation of the cellar cracked open, so much lust was building up in the small space.

Pushing Yasmin down, their Master got on top of Yasmin and started fucking her big, sexy, plump tits. His precum was more than enough lubrication, each hot slide between the perfect valley of her tits creating a hot schlucking noise that was music to Olivia’s ears. There was so very much of his bare cock, though, that Yasmin could take it into her mouth! And so he was fucking her tits and her mouth at the same time.

“Come,” he said to Olivia. “You will please me also.”

She came just hearing the command, automatically. There was nothing any female could ever do except cum helplessly, hearing such an amazingly dominant voice give orders.

She realized, looking at this Lord, that she had never really loved Gerald—the way he treated her, or more accurately, the way he dismissed her. She wanted him physically, though. And she was so, so, so perfectly in love with this new Master who knew how to abuse her and use her the way that a slaveslut like her really needed.

She came close and he took her by the throat and forced her down onto Yasmin’s tits, ass first. So as he fucked Yasmin’s mouth and enormous breasts, Olivia’s clit also rode hard on his enormous shaft. His hand on her throat meant she had no choice but to guide her rhythm to the jerks of his arm—though of course, she was happy knowing that she was acting exactly as he liked.

She and Yasmin began orgasming in time, their bodies so completely under the lustful control of their Master. They could not do anything other than obey and cum, obey and cum. Existing before him was obedience, and obedience was pleasure.

She could tell he was going to cum when he began increasing the speed of his strokes, tightening his grip on her throat—though of course she knew she was perfectly safe, having obeyed him in every way. The demon manhandled her entirely, fucking Yasmin’s big tits harder and harder and harder.

His cumming was akin to a volcanic eruption. The ceiling of the cellar cracked open, revealing sunlight from the cracked roof of the shop above. If it was possible for the two gorgeous babes to hear anything other than their own orgasmic cries, they would hear the chorus of orgasms exploding all at once from every person in town. The Master’s lust was unstoppable and insatiable.

His eruption of cum layered them in his steaming hot white goo, from head to toe he sprayed them down until they wore suits of his amazing hot seed. He tossed Olivia away and, still spurting wildly, filled up Yasmin with hot desperate strokes. She screamed wildly, loving it. He was doing it, finally. He was giving her the unholy child she had wanted for so long.

Olivia’s mind couldn’t handle it. It checked out entirely.

There was nothing left in her brain except an enormous pleasure and obedience center. All cognitive ability, all critical thinking, had been completely crushed by the onslaught of pleasure. Master stroked her body and then Yasmin’s for a moment, taking in deep breaths after his overwhelming orgasm.

Covered in his thick cum from head to toe, Yasmin and Olivia began kissing hotly, their mouths filling up with the extra sperm that had accumulated on their faces. Yasmin seemed more active than Olivia, more able to comprehend and create hot new creative thoughts for her Master, but it was so hard to notice such things when Yasmin was such a wonderful kisser. Yasmin even took some of the extra seed and shoved it up into Olivia's fertile cunt.

“You can bear his will too, love.”

Olivia, pregnant with a demon's heir? The thought was incredibly fucking appealing, and she couldn't explain why. She didn't care.

Lost in their bliss with each other, they failed to notice their Dark Lord making his way upstairs. There was a whole town out there, and soon a whole world, waiting to be bathed in his bliss just as they had been. It would be so very perfect, very soon.

# # #

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T
his was going to be a perfect summer, Lauren knew. No, it was going to be a Perfect Summer, capitals both
P
and
S
.

Lauren would not allow anything else. It was all going to go her way.

She stood in the dirt and gravel parking lot of Camp Sunshine Springs, clipboard in hand. Behind her, strung in front of the large center building that served both as a cafeteria and a recreation center, was a large banner with friendly bubble-letters reading, “Welcome Counselors!”

Lauren made the banner herself, hung it up herself.

The warm summer temperature had her in a dark blue pair of shorts and her camp counselor t-shirt, which was bright sky blue with a big, happy orange sun in the middle of it, beneath which was the name of the camp. Her long, golden brown locks—probably Lauren’s favorite feature about herself—were tied back in a high ponytail. No more than ten minutes ago, she had finished a breakfast of scrambled eggs and spinach, with a small fruit bowl on the side and a tall glass of water to go along with that.

And all of this—the banner, her appearance, her meal, her timing—was exactly how she had planned. Most of Lauren’s days were accorded far in advance, with increments of exactitude increasing as the day itself approached. At any given time she had about a dozen plans in her mind, half of which were everything she would like to happen in the next forty-eight hours, and the other half were arranging themselves for anything that would most possibly go wrong in the next twelve hours.

So, this morning so far was exactly how she wanted it be. She was in control. She smiled broadly as the first cars began to arrive, just at about nine in the morning. They were all on time—just as she had asked them to be.

Perfect.

She deserved a perfect summer at this point her life. She deserved something that would go absolutely perfect, with no exceptions. No excuses. No dirty little remainders staining her memories. Just wonderful, clear perfection of a time all the way through.

At the age of eighteen, preparing for college at the end of the summer, she had many bitter memories of high school. Being ignored or frowned upon or mocked because of her intelligence and drive, comments which invariably deteriorated to observations about her weight and shape.

Lauren was, for lack of a better word, curvy.

Her friends had many better words—bosomy, voluptuous, curvaceous—but these all seemed like such glamorous terms and Lauren had trouble applying them to herself. It didn't matter that her generous measurements were healthy and had guys staring at her breasts every day—all she really focused on was how she wasn't quite slim enough for the norm.

So, perfect, yes. Summer, yes. Perfect Summer, yes. She would make it happen. She deserved it.

As the Counselor Supervisor of Camp Sunshine Springs, she had every tool she needed to make it all come true. Her authority in the camp was absolute in all but name.

Sunshine Springs boasted twelve counselors, including Lauren and her only superior on the site, Heather Springs (also the owner of the camp, of course). Most of the time, however, the jovial middle-aged Heather acted much more like a matronly counselor—her chosen classes were nutrition and yoga—than any kind of a boss.

The counselors began rolling out of their cars in front of Lauren, most of them taking the time to let out big yawns and stretches—all of them from the ages of eighteen to twenty-one, and none of them really accustomed to waking up at a normal hour like Lauren was. She doubted they had eaten breakfast yet—which was why she already had a table with water, toast, and fruit prepared next to the small gated entrance. The fence and gate were wooden—with big long logs of wood, the kind that were a lot of fun for children to play on and stand and jump.

The children themselves wouldn’t be arriving for another week—this week was all about building teamwork and learning the routine of the camp for the counselors. But strictly speaking, Sunshine Springs was a camp for children, where parents could drop off their little ones and do whatever parents did when children were gone..

Lauren ticked off little check marks as everyone took their food and crowded up automatically before her:

Kyle, Carlie, the redhead twins Bree and Brittany, William, Roxanne, Roxanne’s older sister Tasha (who was counseling for her third year in a row), and Natalya, the girl from Eastern Europe with the last name Lauren still couldn’t pronounce even after hours of practice.

She nodded and gave out brief hellos to everyone in turn, exchanging small pleasantries. Wasn’t the weather nice and warm? Did you remember bug spray? You’re welcome, I made the toast myself.

Then, everyone was silent, waiting on her.

“Just a few more people,” she explained to the small crowd. “Please feel free to chat and go back for seconds while you wait.”

For a moment, Lauren felt a flutter of panic enter her mind. Where was he? Wasn’t he coming? He had told her he was coming...he had promised...

Then she heard his car growling down the gravel drive—a classic muscle car, blue with orange trim, almost as sexy as he was. Lauren’s heart caught when she saw it, and again when she saw him step of out of his car—Bryce Markson. Local football star. Lantern-jawed hunk. Ripped stud. Total dreamboat, who Lauren had taken the time to enter regularly in her schedule of nightly fantasies—he came last, of course, because there was no thinking of anyone else after him. If he only knew how many times she had cum thinking about him...