This was for several reasons. First, Morgan was the magic expert and he knew that the forced involved in creating a variation from a body was easier compared to switching and swapping bodies every day. Magic was lazy, so that logic was solid. Second, there had never been one report from anyone in the Five Lands of a woman suddenly finding herself in a new body—one that was that of a wizard’s wife—for a day only for it to revert the next day. Third, never once had Morgan or Cassandra or any of their retainers seen her original body anywhere in the Lands. Fourth, he didn’t want to think he was having sex with anyone other than his wife’s body.
She smiled coyly at him. “If you say so.” Glancing back once more at the mirror she started to walk away. “But I look so innocent this way…”
Playing along with her, Morgan pulled on the indefinable part of his mind that controlled the magic that permeated the Five Lands and summoned to glowing yellow bands that shot through the air and fastened themselves around Cassandra’s wrists. She pretended to gasp in surprise. A second set joined the first, this time grabbing her ankles. With a wiggle of his fingers, Cassandra found herself lifted off the ground and was gently floated toward the bed.
“I’ll make sure you’re not innocent when I’m done with you,” Morgan declared as he struggled out of his breeches.
While her husband finished undressing, Cassandra experimentally struggled against the magical bindings. She couldn’t move or break them, which didn’t surprise her in the least. It was more fun than she had imagined to be pinned down by Morgan’s magic. They had incorporated magic into their sex life before, and Morgan was usually inventive with it, though most magic didn’t necessarily lend itself to human sexual fulfillment. Even so, Morgan had found ways to blindfold her, give the impression that there was more than one of him in bed with her, stimulate her in ways that even the gods would never had dreamed about in their most feverish of poppy-infused nightmares, and change her body in ways that were supposed to turn her back to normal, but that hadn’t happened yet.
Brushing that thought aside, Cassandra heaved against the golden rings that were now forcing her limbs to a spread-eagle position on the large bed. Completely naked except for her necklace, she felt vulnerable and turned on. Morgan could do anything he wanted to her which was scary, but she wanted him to do everything to her, which was exciting. Her trust in him was absolute, which had gotten them both into trouble before, and yet she still trusted him.
With her head propped on a pillow she looked down between her legs to see Morgan standing at the foot of the bed, his semi-rigid cock in hand, idly stroking himself. While she changed all the time, he hadn’t changed at all since they had met years ago. It was probably just her imagination, but she occasionally wondered if Morgan was using his magical abilities to slow his aging process or even prevent it from happening, though it was much more likely he was just using a touch of magic to give himself the appearance of a younger man.
The smiled at each other and Cassandra couldn’t keep her eyes off his cock. It was nearly perfect as cocks went with no flaws or strange markings, and was neither huge nor tiny. She had always found it adequate, but it wasn’t his cock she was in love with, it was what he could do with it. Morgan didn’t have a magic cock, but it was damn close.
With a wave of his fingers, the golden bands forced her legs further apart and he looked at her cunt. “It’s very pretty,” he complimented her. “We were very lucky today.”
She struggled with her right arm, wishing she could slip her hand between her legs and play with herself. Despite all the bodies that Cassandra had been through, her sex drive had never changed. Knowing that Morgan liked to watch her display herself made the situation even more frustrating because she could feel herself getting wet.
“Thank you, but why don’t you touch it and see how it feels,” she said with a sly smile.
“You just want me to fuck you,” he replied.
“Perhaps,” she teased. “There’s only one way to find out.”
“Let’s see if the backside is as good as the front,” said Morgan as he spun his finger in the air.
Cassandra found herself flipped over so she was now face down on the bed, the golden bands still stretching out her limbs, but her long, golden hair was in her face. It took a couple of tosses of her head to cleat the hair away so she could see her husband. “What are you doing?”
“This body is extraordinary,” he said as he placed a hand on her upturned ass and caressed it. Cassandra was inclined to agree. It wasn’t the body of a peasant but that of a woman of status. “If we had more time there are such things I’d do to it…and you.”
“We only have a little time,” she said. “Do as many of them as you want.”
His fingers trailed down from her buttock to her thigh. She shivered as he glided his fingertips across the soft skin. “I think I shall.”
Another golden band appeared in the air; this one shimmered into existence and circled around her waist. Then the four bands on her limbs forced her into a kneeling position that was anchored by the golden belt she now wore. “Are you going to fuck me like an animal?” she asked. “Are you going to fuck me like Wilbert did to his lover? Are you going to make your cock huge like his?”
The questions were half-accusations and while it might have seemed to the casual viewer that she was insulting him, Cassandra was actually eager to be fucked in exactly that fashion.
“No, not exactly,” said Morgan as he traced his finger up from her thigh to between her legs, feeling her wet lips, before he circled his finger around her tightly puckered back entrance.
“No,” she said, wiggling her hips against the band, but only half-heartedly.
“I think so.”
“No,” she begged as he pressed his finger into her.
Morgan got on the bed behind her and reached out with his hand toward a rack of glass bottles on the opposite side of the room. With the five bands pinning Cassandra in place, it was a slightly more difficult task than normal, but Morgan managed it. The little flask had a cork stopper that the wizard thumbed off and then upended the contents onto the crevice between Cassandra’s buttocks, most of it pooling around her anus and dripping down her nether lips.
“Oooh, it’s warm,” she purred as Morgan pushed his finger against her again, forcing some of the oil into her bottom. He tossed aside the bottle and ran his cock against her dripping lips, making it slick.
With another wave of his fingers, he adjusted her position further and pressed his cock head against her opening. She tightened up resisting him.
“Don’t,” she begged.
“I’m not giving you a choice,” he said and pressed the head against her anus.
She tightened her sphincter and he frowned. “No. I’m telling you no. Don’t do i—”
With another flick of his fingers a golden band appeared out of nowhere and wrapped itself around her head, prizing her jaws apart and filling her mouth to the point where she couldn’t talk. Cassandra made a few muffled noises as Morgan pushed himself into her. The sounds were slightly panicked and indicated she was unhappy…but then his magic began to work on her.
It wasn’t the first time Morgan had fucked her in the ass, but it was always a different experience. Normal sex between the wizard and his shape-changing wife was always an adventure, but at the same time seemed weirdly natural. Buggering her was a more thrilling adventure because while all bodies were made for normal sex, anal sex had widely differing levels of pleasure. The only way to find out of a body that Cassandra possessed enjoyed perverted sex was to try it.
The last time had been horrible. Morgan had been smitten by a body that was slightly dowdy but with well-curved hips and buttocks. It had been a painful and unsatisfying experience for them both.
This time was the complete opposite. Although Cassandra initially resisted, she was always curious to see what her new body could do. This body very much enjoyed having her husband’s cock where it wasn’t supposed to be
. It was still a stressful and physical interchange, but a rhythm was established and Morgan allowed his hand to stray between her legs to find her clit. That made things even better. She could have liked to have been able to scream and cry out, but the gag was tight and it would be upsetting to the staff to have someone rush in to find the lady of the tower being happily buggered by her husband. There was a thrill in knowing what they were doing was very, very wrong and enjoying it even more because of that fact.
Morgan was never selfish in bed. He always made sure his wife came first, possibly through a sense of marital obligation, but more likely through the guilt that had gotten her in her horrible position to begin with. Between her husband’s nimble fingers on her clit and his cock stretching her ass, Cassandra had a spine-chillingly pleasant orgasm that clamped her anus down tightly on his cock. That didn’t stop Morgan from continuing to pump her.
When the moment came for him to finish, Morgan pulled out of her ass and pumped his cock with his hand a few times before unloading his cum onto her lower back and ass. He was proud of the fact that he even managed to land some in her long, blonde hair that cascaded down her back.
He breathed heavily a moment, leaning heavily on her, before he pulled his shrinking cock out of her oil-slicked ass. Collapsing on the bed, he smiled up at his wife and only then realized she was still pinned in the position that was perfect for fucking a woman in the ass and perfect for supplicating religious fanatics to worship whatever god appealed to them. Seeing the wild-eyed expression on her face, Morgan dismissed the imprisoning bands from existence and she collapsed next to him.
“I don’t like it when you bugger me without permission,” she complained.
“You came didn’t you?” Morgan asked, an amused smile on his lips. “And it’s not as much fun when I ask permission.”
“You still should have asked,” she said, leaning his way and giving him a little kiss.
“Maybe I will next time.”
“Why’d you do it?” she asked.
“You wanted to be fucked and I wanted to fuck you.” He shrugged. “What more do you need to know?”
“No. Why did you fuck my ass? Why not do it…normal?”
There hadn’t been normal sex between the couple in years. It wasn’t something that existed any longer.
“Because I wanted to preserve your virginity.”
She snorted. “Right.” Cassandra plucked at her nipples, stretching them out, distending her breasts. “You fucked me this morning. And I can tell this body hasn’t been a virgin in a long time. So why?” She let go of her nipples. They bounced back in a pleasant pattern.
“I don’t want to get you pregnant,” Morgan said after her soft flesh stopped moving.
His response caused Cassandra to snort again with unladylike violence. “Right. I don’t think I can get pregnant with a body switch every day.”
“I think it’s possible,” he said. “I’ve been doing research and…and I don’t have a solution to our problem. Yet. But soon. Maybe. And what I’ve been working on for Faye and Wilbert…that might be part of the solution. There’s a chance that if things go wrong…”
“Okay, don’t say it,” she said, allowing him to dodge his nervous thought. “But if you were a gentleman you’d at least wipe the jizz off my ass,” she added.
“I wasn’t born a gentleman nor did I ever rise to that office. I’m nothing but a wizard who didn’t earn the respect of even a single guild. Why else would I be in a government watchtower?”
He conjured a towel out of the air and wiped the jizz off her ass.
Chapter Four
“You want to watch us again?” asked Faye with an excited lick of her lips. He wasn’t disturbed by watching people of any species of having sex but for a woman of status and money it seemed to him that Faye was a little too eager to strip down and show off her natural state.
They were in the consultation room again with, once more, Wilbert taking up much of the space. His earthy musk competed in the close corners with Faye’s spicy perfume.
“I don’t want to,” Morgan clarified with a nervous glance at his wife who sat next to him with a placid smile on her face. When she had woken up this morning Cassandra was in the body of a middle-aged woman with interesting scars intertwined all over her body. Her face was unremarkable, but she had dark red hair and small breasts. Just like every day when he woke up next to his wife, Morgan had found himself reluctant to get out from under the blankets. “I need to.”
“We need a fresh sample of Wilbert’s seed,” Cassandra explained. Her voice was low and rough, but pleasantly refined at the same time.
“And we’ll need to do an…invasive procedure on you at the same time,” Morgan added. What they were planning didn’t strictly need to be done at the same time, but it simplified everything and Morgan could be done with the sordid affair with a minimal of hassle.
Faye toyed with the lace at the edge of her dress which plunged down to show off more cleavage than should have been allowed in the city…but they weren’t, strictly speaking, in the city. They were in the wizard’s tower outside the city, a political realm all to itself and ruled by Morgan. “Will it be as…amusing as our first time?” she asked, reaching out to hold Wilbert’s hand. It wasn’t for emotional support; Morgan was certain if he had asked, Faye would insist that Wilbert fuck her right then and there in the consultation room.
“I should hope so,” Cassandra said with a conspiratorial wink at their client. Her answer made Faye laugh politely.
“How do we get Wilbert’s…seed?” she asked.
“Manual stimulation is the best,” said Morgan.
“Oh, wonderful. I’ll be happy to help with that,” giggled Faye. “So when will we do this?”
“As soon as possible,” said Morgan. “There’s just the matter of payment—”
He wasn’t able to finish his statement before Faye practically tore off another elaborate bracelet from her wrist. “I’m sure this will cover your expenses,” she said quickly.
As soon as possible turned out to be an hour later when the preparations were done. They were back in Morgan’s laboratory and the moment Faye walked in she pulled the stays on her dress, letting it fall open to reveal her corset and undergarments. Morgan couldn’t help but stare. Knut grunted once at her display of flesh and commented, “Hairless human women are gross. Give me a dwarf woman covered in fur.”
“You really don’t need to undress completely,” said Cassandra as she approached the libertine who was working on releasing all the hooks on her corset.
Faye licked her lips and stared Cassandra in the eye. “I know, but I want to.” She sprung open her corset, freeing her breasts that bounced free. The cool air in the laboratory caused her nipples to contract and stand up proudly. Cassandra found herself mesmerized for a moment.
“If you want to help your…husband, just lead him over there,” Cassandra said coolly while indicating the area Morgan was in the processing of putting the finishing touches on.
“Oh, he’s not my husband,” said Faye. “Not yet anyway. For the moment, he’s just my lover.” She gave Cassandra a conspiratorial wink while Wilbert flushed bright red—apparently blushing was common to both humans and centaurs. She led her lover over to Morgan’s table and Cassandra found her eyes catching the attractive rolling motion of Cassandra’s lily-white buttocks.
It was hell when her body wanted one thing and her mind wanted another and she didn’t know what to do with it.
Showing no shame, Faye walked up to Wilbert, gave him a kiss on the lips. His arms circled around her and they held each other for a moment, before she pushed away and moved around his body, trailing her fingers down his chest, over the border between human skin and horsehair-covered withers, down along his side, before she knelt down next to his side and reached under his body.
Morgan and Cassandra watched in fascination while Knut kept an eye on the situation. He made one comment. “Huh. Still haven’t seen everyt
hing yet.” The two had obviously done this before because Wilbert lifted his leg to give Faye better access to his large cock. It was already distended and the red-tip was exposed. The strangeness of his cock didn’t stop Faye from running her hands along his length and then taking it between her lips.
Morgan had his doubts that this was strictly necessary, but he reasoned he’d have few other opportunities in his life to see a beautiful woman give a centaur a blowjob, so why not make the best of the situation? Cassandra leaned toward her husband. “Why can’t you have a cock that large?” she teased as Faye swallowed Wilbert’s cock to the point of choking. The sounds Faye made were hardly sexy, but neither did she pull his cock from her throat.
“We need his sample in the basin,” Morgan reminded her. “Not down your throat.”
Faye’s head was twisted and she was in an awkward position, but she still managed to extract Wilbert’s long cock from down her throat. It was wet with her saliva and his precum. “I won’t forget,” she said. “I simply wanted to have a little fun as well. Some brothels would make you pay a sack full of silver pennies to watch a performance like this.”
Before Morgan could think of anything to say to her, Knut spoke up. “Aye. She’s speaking the truth. Miss Brandywine’s on Red Lantern Way has a specialty show every week in the common room.” He grunted. “More than worth it to see an ogre get buggered by an elf.”
Morgan’s eyes snapped over to his dwarf assistant. “Is that where all my gold is going?” he accused.
Knut folded his thick arms over his barrel chest. “My money. Yeh paid it to me. I can do what I like with it.”
“And you’re spending it on interspecies erotic shows?”
“Aye.”
Though he had no legal standing, Morgan was offended at the way his servant was wasting his money. Before he could harangue the short man, Cassandra spoke up. “Focus on the moment, my love,” she said to Morgan while passing him the silver basin for the sample.
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