You can't help but wonder why this guy came here to kill the new you, and how you might go about stopping someone else from doing the same thing. That said you are also aware that you are now a guy, and not sure just how effective the illusion you have cast on him will stand up to some kind of sexual encounter. “I guess I could suck your dick for two gold.” You hear yourself answer suddenly and almost have to suppress a giggle.
“Two gold, fuck I could buy two of you for the night for that much.” He answers looking you over scratching his chin.
“Ok sorry, I will take the former occupant's things and go.” You fire back and gather up all of your things and step out the door suddenly relived. 'Now to find somewhere to change.' You think to yourself.
Suddenly the door opens behind you and you find yourself grabbed by the waist and hauled effortlessly into the room once again. “You better be worth it.” Is all he says as he stuffs two pieces of gold into the palm of your hand and grips onto your chest where he obviously is feeling what he thinks are your tits. Looking down you can see he has already lost his pants and his thick meaty 9” cock stands at attention below you. Pushing you down on your haunches he pokes it into your mouth.
'Fuck I don't even have a pussy, how the hell is this going to work.' Thoughts like this run around in your head as you bob up and down on his cock, stroking his sack with your, luckily soft, new larger hands. He takes this for a short while before his urges get to be a bit too much and he decides to probe deeper, forcing his cock down your new throat til his sack mashes against your chin making you gag, and your eyes water. This seems to have been his goal as he lets out a little laugh as he lets it pop out and you look up at him with watery eyes. He repeats this three more times before he finally reaches down, grips your arms, and tosses you onto the bed on your back. As he walks over you can't help but notice your own hard on standing at attention.
“Aah let me see that pretty little cunt.” He laughs as he steps up to you and grabs your legs and points them up in the air before letting them drop onto his shoulders to keep you nice and wide open. To your amazement he pays no attention to your raging member or sack, and pushes the tip against your tight asshole. “Aah, nice and tight, so good.” He smiles as he works it into you till he is able to drive it all the way home causing you to bite your lip. “So tight.” He grunts again as he draws back and steadies himself for a second thrust. You can't help but let out a little yelp as he drives it in the second and third times, he seems to be loving the effect he has on you as he keeps pulling nearly out and driving in long slow but powerful strokes till his legs smack yours. “You like it don't you slut. How about this?” He asks as he smacks against you over and over, pace picking up now with each stroke, that themselves are getting a bit shorter.
“Oh my fucking ooh.” You let out with a gasp as he begins railing you, the sound of flesh slapping loudly with each banging thrust, now even faster. Finally he lets up after taking you on a journey like none other as his pace lets up and he slows for a bit before reaching down, taking his rod in his hand as he begins blasting cum into your ass filling you with his seed. As he squeezes out the last few drops he pulls out and offers it to you. You are dripping with sweat and panting like a dog, but you can't help but decide to at least give it a little taste and lick the tip. “Glump.” He dips it in, not that you are really that shocked at that action, and pushes it down your throat gagging you once again till he laughs and lets you go sending you falling back as his now flaccid cock flips out of your mouth with a slap, a strand of spittle connecting the two of you for a few moments till it finally breaks and falls down on your smooth black chest.
“Go on ahead and go.” He says walking over to the low table with a bowl of water and begins washing up his privates.
As you re-gather up your things you can't help yourself but ask, “So why are you here anyway?”
This takes him off guard and for a brief second you are sure you just broke the spell. But finally he answers, “I am hunting an evil creature. A night elf wizard that destroyed an entire village to capture the souls to power his foul magic.” As he says this an odd image, a memory flashes in your mind of you, well the former you that is, doing just as he said to draw out the 20 souls needed to call from the depths a foul demon to gain the power to open a connection to the nether and draw forth demons of all sorts to do your bidding. As you gain this knowledge you also are shown that the former you began as an illusionist of considerable skill, but you sought out more real power and finally after a horrific ritual were granted the power you sought and were just now learning summoning magic after making a few deals to a prince of the nether realms so they would not stop you from using their minions. You see in your mind the words needed to call forth three types so far, a warrior type, a pleasure demon, and a messenger demon. None of which seems to require any sort of sacrifice or anything, but they may request you do something for them if you use them often, but you have no idea what that might entail.
“Well good luck.” You blow him a kiss and exit the room now knowing you are apparently in the body of someone that was actually quite evil. “Fuck, now what?” You ask the wall before slinking down the hall before finding an unlocked door that leads to a large empty basin that must be some kind of communal bath. Quickly you use what little water is here to clean out your asshole before getting dressed. The illusion drops as you are cleaning off and you figure it lasted about 5 minutes or so after you stopped thinking about it. To test yourself you call up another illusion to cover yourself of an old man and stroll out of the inn. Once outside a memory flashes showing you your mount, a large brown horse in the stables, and you go and retrieve it, amazed at the sights around you. Everything is straight out of some kind of fantasy movie. Checking your packs you find traveling gear, several ancient tomes, and several days worth of food and water. Climbing onto your horse, you can't wait to make as much distance as possible from the man hunting you, aware that any hold your spell had over him has now ended, and he may even be looking for you now. Not sure where to go other than away you head quickly away from the city on what looks like a rather well worn wagon trail heading what you are pretty sure is south, happy that you are able to see so clearly in the dead of night. |