Transformed! Nine Magically Erotic Stories by Nadia Nightside Page B

power lies with me. Yes, to answer your question. I'm taking you already. Slowly. You'll be aware of every step.”
    Vivian whimpered hotly. That was so fucking perfect. He deserved her.
    Rancorously, she slipped her fingers straight into her gushing wet pussy. She only realized after she had done it that it wasn’t her idea—Craft had made her do that.
    Mmm, god. He owned her already.
    Grinning wickedly, he began to stroke his cock in front of her.
    “Oh god,” she moaned, staring at it, feeling him raise her heat exponentially. “I need it! I n-neeed it! I’ve never needed anything so bad and I fucking need your cock so b-bad, Sir, please! I need you to get me pregnant , please? On my first time. Pregnant on my first time!”
    As if making ready to oblige, he stepped closer, using one powerful hand to pull her in...but kept his cock a hand’s length away from her pussy. Vivian’s perfect, pouty lips moved up and down in hot, longing movements, needing to kiss him again.
    “P-please...” she gasped. “Anything. I’ll d-do anything...”
    “Beg for my cock,” he commanded. “Beg for only my cock.”
    “Please! Please let me touch it! Let me suck it!”
    “You may stroke me. But nothing else.”
    Eagerly, she obeyed. She realized that, any other man would be begging to fuck her, right now. But Craft was so powerful, so incredible, that she was begging him. He made her beg him.
    “Real power belongs to me, doesn’t it?”
    Her hand slid so fast and easy on his slick cock. “Oh, yes sir. God, you’re so fucking right, sir. I love how much power you have.”
    Gently, he stroked her hair. “Are you grateful to me? Are you grateful for becoming mine?”
    “Oh yes, Sir! Thank you for owning me, sir! Thank you for making me yours.”
    “I’m not sure I believe you. You know, you’ll never be able to fuck me if that’s all you’ve got.”
    “Thank you for breaking my will! And all my friends, too! God, you fucking own them so good, Sir. You destroyed their wills, just like they deserved! Thank you for bringing me here to be owned just by you. Only by you! You’re my Owner, my King, my God, My Master! ”
    Finally he pushed her hand off his cock, and plunged himself into her cunt. She guided him in with eager passion, taking him into her like she had wanted for her whole, whole life. She had been born to be a supermodel goddess dedicated to fucking and loving her Master’s cock.
    “My God,” she moaned. “My true Male. My Real Man. My Powerful Hunk.”
    She said the words like that in her head as she spoke—capitalizing them, moaning them even in her mind as she moaned them out loud. She knew that was his domain now, and every small bit of affection she could coerce out of herself to give to him would be utterly his.
    As he thrust into her again and again, bouncing her tits on his chest, her orgasm hovered right at the edge of her cascades of pleasure. It was building, building, building—and she knew that was him, once more, taking all the smaller orgasms he would have given her normally just from a single thrust (such a fucking hunk, her Master) and building them into one reality-breaking cum.
    “I’m going to cum, Vivian,” he grunted. “My Vivian. My slave. My favorite. You want to feel it? You want my cum in your pussy?”
    “Yes!” She begged him. “Please, yes! Do it now! Give it to me, Sir, please!”
    Bucking and thrusting, he exploded inside of her, delivering his hot, amazing warmth just how she needed. Her own orgasm—just as she thought it would—broke the walls of her reality. Hot lines of light ran across her vision, pouring bliss directly into her brain. She was his, now and forever, and she wouldn’t have wanted it to be any other way.
    After what seemed like an eternity, her mind flicked back on—to the sensation of her Master, hard and ready, already inside of her.
    “Please,” she moaned up at him. “Take me again?”
    He did not say anything, but he answered—his