Transformed! Nine Magically Erotic Stories

by Nadia Nightside

  Her gorgeous, overexcited body was so sensitive to his presence that she came immediately upon tasting him, her pussy almost vibrating from the speed and intensity of the orgasms being delivered to her all at once. Her tits bounced and slapped against each other sexily as she bobbed her head forward on his massive, perfect cock. It tasted like pure sin, wicked and delightful, giving her cum after cum, and Yasmin felt her mind turning off, and on, and off again as the orgasms kept hitting.

  She welcomed the hot blinking feeling of her thoughts no longer existing again and again, all sense of self disappearing, ready to be filled with whatever her Master decided. She could sense his incumbent orgasm, the walls shaking as he began to bless her with his hot spunk.

  He unleashed inside of her body, his gloriously hot gift filling up her belly with shot after shot of forceful, endlessly perfect seed. It was hot and gooey running into her body, the very same as any cum from a man, just more potent and tasting even more delicious. Over time, he sprayed less and less, pints turning to cups, and cups turning to tablespoons. She swallowed all the she could, obedient little cumslut that she was for him.

  Any that landed on her face disappeared almost immediately, absorbing into Yasmin’s hot, perfectly pale skin. They would have made her more gorgeous—though of course, that was hardly possible. She was as gorgeous as any woman could hope to be. Otherwise, she would not be so favored by her Lord.

  And almost just as soon as his blessing had ended, her Dark Lord dissipated. Yasmin felt a strong pang of disappointment, but overcame it. Disappointment was a distraction to her Master’s purpose.

  Someone was approaching, of course. Only Yasmin was attuned to be in her Dark Lord's presence. A security measure. If any human other than her tried to see him when he was not fully ready to complete the ritual, then he would be entirely invisible from all eyes, even Yasmin’s, just as he had become now. That way, she could not give away his location or behavior on accident.

  She heard footsteps on the stairs. It was Olivia, dressed in sexy hot violet lingerie, her face shiny with dried cum.

  “Gerald is coming, Mistress” she said softly. “We should prepare, so that we may serve.”

  Yasmin couldn’t agree more.

  * * * * *

  Olivia was waiting on a thick, fur rug for Gerald to come down the stairs. This time, he would fuck her. This time, she would win. Yasmin waited with her, Olivia in her lap, kissing the pale beauty happily. Yasmin wore crimson red lingerie, the sexy material contrasting hotly with her pale skin. It was a similar outfit to Olivia’s—lacy bra and panties, tight stockings, a sexy collar with a little gold loop in the throat—just of a different color. It was fun dressing so much like another girl just to serve a man.

  She could have sworn that Yasmin had some other motive...that she wanted to serve someone or something else. But of course, that didn’t make any sense. How could anyone want anyone else when Gerald was around?

  Above them, they could hear the store bell ringing, and then the door slamming. His stomps were audible. He seemed angry, swearing and calling out.

  “I hope he is not so upset,” cooed Olivia. “I want him to be so happy.”

  Yasmin stroked her hair, delivering accented coos. “He will be, darling. I guarantee it.”

  “Olivia!” Gerald called down the cellar.

  “Here, my love!” Olivia called upward.

  He stomped down the marble stairs, clearly ready for anything.

  “Olivia, I’m here to...here to...oh, wow...”

  Yasmin had started kissing Olivia, and Olivia was happy to reciprocate. Yasmin was so very beautiful. She was such an amazingly generous woman, giving Olivia this hot violet collar to make her such a good, obedient loveslave. Olivia couldn’t wait for them both to fuck Gerald, as he so clearly deserved. Olivia’s hot ass slid against Yasmin’s lap, so happy to serve and be hers and hers alone.

  Pulling away, Yasmin laughed delightedly. Her enormous breasts jiggled enticingly against Olivia’s.

  “Do you like us, Sir? We knew you liked Olivia. You must surely like the both of us all dolled up, just for you.”

  “N-no...no! I won’t let you do this!”

  He pulled out a large flask and tossed it at the ground right in front of them. A thick cloud of smoke exploded upward, covering the both of them in sweet-smelling vapor.

  When it cleared, they saw Gerald’s look of smug satisfaction turn to horror.

  “I don’t...I don’t understand,” he said, coming closer, examining the cloud. “That...that’s supposed to destroy any evil it ever encounters. It was supposed to just...wipe it right out. I paid dearly for it. I gave up five years of my life to study how to make that!”

  “Oh, darling,” Yasmin laughed. “Didn’t you hear me? I’m not evil. I’m just sexy. Now, won’t you please come here and fuck us both like you so clearly deserve?”

  “You deserve it,” Olivia nodded, sliding up off of Yasmin and stroking her hot young teen body as she got on her knees. “You’re so brave and strong, Gerald. Come fuck me with your big, brave cock. Please?”

  Gerald wasn’t moving, still stunned that his tactics hadn’t worked. Yasmin smiled and stood up, strutting over toward him in her tight red lingerie. She slid up against him, enveloping his muscled arm in her tits. She blew in his ear, licking it softly. He was stiff all over.

  “Please, Gerald?” Yasmin whispered. “Please? Won’t you fuck her pussy? Won’t you complete our hot little ritual? We’re just hot, sexy babes who don’t know what to think or how to be without your cock inside of us. If you fuck us hard...we’ll know what to think forever. Please? You’ll like it so much.”

  “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.

  # # #

  The Shifter's Mate

  This 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.