Transformed! Nine Magically Erotic Stories (37 page)

“No,” said Lauren. “I’m really not. I’m sorry, Caleb.”

Lauren approached him...and Bryce watched, slack-jawed, as Lauren did to Caleb what she had already done to Bryce.

* * * * *

C
aleb opened his eyes slowly.

He was...he was in a barn. There were people around him—Lauren, and Bryce. They were talking urgently. Over time, his thoughts began to work again, and their words starting making sense.

“I don’t know what happened,” Lauren insisted. “It’s just...wow, you know? Wow! There were a
lot
of enchantments threading through his mind. I just started snipping away at the threads, hoping that I wasn’t going to destroy something that was keeping him sane—or-o-or keeping him from transforming into a fucking werewolf!”

“If he stays down like that,” asked Bryce, “how are you going to get him to fuck Felicia? That's the only way to solve this, right?”

Caleb sat up and grabbed Lauren by the arm. She jumped and squealed.

“Thank you, Lauren,” said Caleb, getting up to a knee. “I feel better, now.”

Bryce helped him up. “Caleb, we have a lot to tell you.”

He waved him off. “I heard you.”

“You did?” Bryce and Lauren asked it at the same time.

“I have to...” he could barely say it. “I have to have sex with Felicia.”

“Yes.” She shook her head. “Are you okay with that?”

He was, surprisingly. At least in theory. He remembered, now, all the instances that he had wanted to do it in the past...the instances that Felicia had made him forget. She was gorgeous. He had always wanted her.

She was gorgeous and he would
own
her.

There were numerous times over the course of living with her that he had found out her shady dealings with magic; he could remember them all now. His memory, once locked behind a safe, was now broken open.

Felicia was planning something terrible, check. That was copacetic to everything else he knew about her.

Felicia had to be fucked by Caleb in order to stop it all, check and double-check.

He could do that, he was pretty sure. And if he couldn't...he could feel the beast inside of him waiting to be let out—and it definitely could.

“Maryse is expecting us,” he said after a minute. “I suppose we should gather her, and then go to meet Felicia. We don't want that bitch to expect anything. The ceremony is supposed to start soon, right?”

Bryce and Lauren nodded.

Caleb looked around for a moment. “Where's the huntress?”

“She went to go deal with the werewolves,” said Lauren. “The Moondog, she said. They're in town as well. She gave Bryce something to resist Maryse's influence. He should be able to help us, if Maryse doesn't want to come.”

That was good. She was certainly willful. The presence of the Moondogs troubled him, but it made sense. They were Felicia's puppets, he knew. He had figured it out after his first meeting with Josef...but Felicia had made him forget that as well.

“Okay,” said Caleb. “I guess let's do it, then.”

“Wait.” Bryce grabbed his arm. “That's it? That's the plan? Gather everything your sister needs for world domination, pretend to give it to her, and then hope that you fuck her in time before it all happens?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then.” Bryce shrugged. “So long as there's a plan.”

They walked out of the barn and into the crowd of the festival. It was late at night now—past nine—and several folks were hooting and shouting drunkenly.

More than those people, though, were the number of folks with happy, stupefied smiles plastered all over their faces. Caleb recognized them.

Maryse had set up a tent while she waited for the ceremony to be dealt with at the festival. She thought it was a golden opportunity to land her several worshipers So, these plaster-faced people were the ones who had already seen Maryse, the ones who had given up their money and savings to her—quite happily, too.

That happiness would last quite a while. Maybe years. Who knew if it ever ended?

After several minutes of wading through the thick, noisy crowd, they approached the tent that Maryse was in. As Caleb expected, she was surrounded by several people—and a few very large bags of cash. Her busty, athletic form was covered—barely—by a tight, sheer white gown, of the type that Maryse had taken to wearing. It contrasted nicely with her gorgeous tanned skin and beautiful, flowing blonde hair.

“Hello, darling,” said Maryse, ignoring Bryce and Lauren completely. “Is it over? Have you completed that strange ceremony business yet?”

Maryse was, truly, quite beautiful. And Caleb did love her—he really did. She was the image of everything he had ever wanted, even without her beauty being enchanted. He just wanted to have her at his side forever.

Or...on her knees.

Yes. That would be more appropriate, wouldn't it? He was a King, after all. At least, in Maryse's mind he was. Caleb knew he could make that more and more real for her.

“Come with me,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“The ceremony for Bryce needs you in it. You're going to help, so you've got to come with us.”

She looked very scared all of a sudden. “It won't...it won't change what I...it won't...all my...what I have...will it?”

Of course. She was scared that she would lose the enchantment—the one thing that she had wanted her entire life.

“You'll be fine,” he said, not knowing if he was lying or not. “But we've got to go.”

It was better if she didn't know the full story. He didn't know how she would react, and they had to act now, before Felicia started getting suspicious.

“Are you sure, Caleb? This is—”

“You'll be
fine
,” his voice had a steely edge to it. “Now, come on.”

Surprisingly, she got up right away and went along with him, meek as a kitten. She slid her luscious body into his, looping their arms together. He could feel her trembling—something in the air really had her on edge. She must have known in the back of her mind that Felicia was preparing something—that this was all too good to be true. Perhaps she saw the clarity in Bryce's eyes, or the confidence from Lauren...

Regardless, she smelled heavenly, and her body pressed against Caleb's made him wish he could take her right then and there.

At the far end of the festival was the tall, dark tent that Felicia had prepared. There was nearly no crowd around it—all of them had been flocking around Maryse's tent.

“You!”

The hard, ragged voice was Josef's—coming around the edge of the tent, pointing angrily at Caleb.

“Three men!” Josef said. “Three men of mine I've found. Three good men, taken down. I know it was you. Are the rest all right? Why are you attacking us? Why—”

A loud thunk interrupted him, and then he collapsed, unconscious. Behind him was Aksana with a heavy club in her hands. 

“The way in is now clear,” she said, smiling broadly. “You're welcome.”

Maryse, startled, stepped back.

“Caleb, I don't like this,” said Maryse. “I don't like this at all. I want to go back. Let's go back.”

“No,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her close again. “We're going in.”

He kissed her, hard, and that seemed to shut her up. For the first time, Caleb had easily rebuffed her desires. It made his cock stir, how easily he turned her down—holding that power over her.

In fact, it reminded him of what it was like to be in werewolf form...holding her down, ordering her to call out his name...that very same lycan confidence.

To his rear, he saw Lauren wrap her hand around Bryce's. They both looked nervous...but ready.

All four of them entered the tent, Aksana staying outside to guard.

Felicia was inside already, standing in the center of several intertwining circles, leaning on a small stone altar. Next to her was a short, hooded figure. A collection of candles, each black and old, burned on the altar.

Caleb's heart caught, looking at his sister. He could recall with instant clarity all the times he had cum thinking about her—all the times he had masturbated after catching her in the shower or with only half her clothes on.

She was especially gorgeous now, wearing a loose-fitting ceremonial gown, with elbow-length white gloves decorating her hands and forearms.

“Is everyone ready?” Felicia asked.

There was a fervent urgency underlying her voice that Caleb had never heard before. Of course...this was probably as close as she had ever been to realizing her dreams.

It was probably also, he realized, as real of a face as he had ever seen of his sister.

Caleb nodded. “Yes,” he said. “Are you?”

Felicia smiled brightly. “Of course, dear brother.”

She
appeared
quite deferential. That, more than anything, sealed it for Caleb that something was definitely wrong. Felicia didn't defer to anyone.

“Come,” said Felicia. “Enter the circles. It is the only way.”

The hooded figure next to Felicia moaned softly—speaking Caleb's name. Caleb, examining the figure closely, began to make out some familiar features. The shade of her hair, revealed by the flame of the altar. The size of her bust...

That was Heather!

“Don’t step into the circles!” Bryce whispered fiercely. “That must be the trap!”

Maryse, of course, not quite believing that anything would ever hurt her, stepped right inside of the interlocking symbols. But Bryce stayed back—and grabbed Lauren, ensuring she stayed back as well. The look on Lauren's face was one of surprise—she might not have even known that was eagerly following Felicia's instructions.

Maryse appeared puzzled. “Come to me, Bryce,” she commanded. “Lauren. Come to your Mistress.”

“Yes, Lauren,” said Felicia, an iciness to her tone. “Ignore everyone else. Come to your Mistress.”

Lauren was positively shaking with lust—but Bryce held her firm. Felicia seemed to notice the resistance—and waved her hand at Maryse—who instantly seemed brighter and more luscious than ever before.

“
Come
to me, Bryce. Bring Lauren. Won’t you? Won’t you, please?”

Bryce was faltering, that was plain to see.

Caleb had to do something—but he didn’t think he had it in him to fuck Felicia at the drop of a hat, no matter how much he wanted to.

No, he had to let out the beast within.

Roaring loud, he began to transform—his muscles growing, his skin growing hairy, his entire skeletal structure rearranging in a matter of seconds.

Where before there was Caleb...now there was the Beast King. His cock, enormous, was already hard—and all he knew was desire.

Grunting, he crossed into the inner circle, where Felicia waited. For the first time since knowing her, she looked scared—truly scared.

“Wh-what are you doing, Caleb?”

“There is no Caleb here,” he growled. “Just your King.”

“I don’t know
what—
”

Caleb grabbed her by the throat and pinned her down to the ground—his enormous cock hovered over her face.

Felicia stared at his cock with big, hungry eyes.

“N-no...” she moaned. “I’m so...s-soooo close...”

“Which is it?” he asked his hot sister, shoving his cock into her cheek. “Do you want to have the power of a god...or be fucked by one?”

Heather, next to him, ripped off her robe, clutching at his immensely muscled thigh.

“Yes!” she cried. “Oh, Master! Take her!” The yoga-toned beauty looked down at Felicia, madness in her eyes. “Worship him, you fool! Worship him now!”

Heather took her Master's cock and pushed it into Felicia's mouth, stroking it wildly, precum spurting out and sliding through her unwilling lips. And with each new taste of precum Felicia had, Caleb knew, her desire would only increase.

“N-no...” Felicia moaned, precum dripping out onto her chin. “N-nooo...”

But slowly, her face rippling with agony, she began to lick. One lick led quickly to another, then another, and then hot, soft wet kisses up and down his rod.

“Oh god,” she moaned, licking harder, more intensely. Her green eyes became just as wild and mad as Heather's. “Oh, my god!”

Sliding her hands around, Felicia tore her gown off, spreading her legs wide.

“Fuck me, please?” she moaned. “I
need
it, brother. I didn’t
know
how much I needed it, but I do need it so!”

With a grin, he arranged himself downward, hovering his cock in front of her hot cunt. She nodded once more, mouthing out a silent plea for his cock.

Roaring, he pushed into her, filling his sister’s cunt completely. Her virgin pussy was tight and hot—tighter than any he had ever been in before. Still thrusting in her, he bit her shoulder, hard—and left a row rune-filled teeth marks. She was marked, now. His.

Instantly, all around him as he fucked Felicia, he could feel the magic in the air thrum with increased volume—and then expand and contract sharply, like a thunderclap.

“No!” Maryse approached, shaking her head. “You can’t do this,” she insisted. “You
can’t
. It’s changing. I can
feel
it changing...it’s going away!”

All the spells Felicia completed in the past few days must have been reverting to some degree—including the enchantment on Maryse.

He pulled his cock out of his sister’s hot, sopping wet cunt, and slid his hand up and down his cock, gathering a heavy load of precum. Then, he shoved the several ounces of goo into Maryse’s protesting mouth.

“Be quiet,” he growled, coating her lips and chin.

He pulled her stunned body in and bit her, hard, on the shoulder. In the teeth marks on her shoulder, runes appeared, just like with Felicia.

“Yes, Master!” Maryse moaned, dropping to her knees. “Yes, my King! I need you! Please! Please let me serve!”

Whatever magic was powering his ability, it had nothing to do with Felicia's ability. He was still enslaving at will.

Lauren and Bryce had fled the tent—a good idea. If Heather, Felicia, and Maryse weren't all there, probably he would have gone straight for her.

As it was, the blonde beauty and Heather cheered him on while he fucked Felicia's hot sister cunt.