Models: Alex Legend & Cherie Deville
Ally hummed contentedly to herself as she ambled through Fantasy Manor’s wonderful gardens. The fragrant perfume of countless flowers filled the air, their bright petals painting the scene a dazzling array of colours.
When she left her room, Ally had planned to take a stroll through the woods. Nature walks were one of her favourite pastimes – fresh air in her lungs, the breeze in her hair, all the rustles and creaks and whispers of the foliage harmonising with the birdsong. The rest of the group had grown used to her whimsical nature, so Eloise hadn’t been the least bit surprised when Ally left the bedroom they were sharing with Maria with a spring in her step that only she could have mustered at such an early hour.
But Ally never made it to the forest. Emerging into the gardens at the back of the manor, she had been encapsulated by their beauty and unable to resist the urge to explore.
So far she had been doing so for nearly an hour. Wandering leisurely along gravel paths that wound between vibrant flowerbeds, she allowed the morning sun to warm her skin as the floral aroma of the gardens washed over her. Once or twice she thought she heard moaning from inside the manor, but it wasn’t clear enough for her to be sure.
However, the longer she spent exploring, the fuzzier her thoughts became. It felt like the aroma of the flowers was working its way inside her head, accumulating in her mind, sinking roots into her thoughts. Eventually, Ally became so disoriented she had no choice but to rest. Stumbling into a nearby gazebo she slumped down onto the bench inside.
The gazebo was a metal framework quilted in fragrant white flowers, which enclosed it on all sides except the arch Ally entered through. Yet the moment she dropped onto the bench, the white of their petals took on the faintest tint of blue. That tint strengthened gradually, the colour enriching to a bright azure. At the same time every single flower on the framework twisted its head to face her.
It took Ally a few seconds to notice the change. Once she did, she frowned. ‘That’s strange,’ she thought aloud.
But before she could say anything more the fuzziness in her head was washed away by a surge of intense arousal that drew a sensual moan from her lips – a moan that then went on and on and on as a dramatic transformation consumed her.
Wracked by pleasure, Ally threw out her hands to grip the gazebo’s metal frame – hands that were already transforming. Thin digits thickened as branching veins rose to the surface, the skin of her palms becoming more rugged and tough. Prominent tendons stood out along the underside of her wrist as she clutched the metal tight. As if carried along those tendons, the transformation progressed from her hands to her arms, where muscle was swiftly compiling in layer after layer to build up her forearms and biceps.
For a few seconds, Ally looked like a Barbie doll who’d had Ken’s arms switched out for her own. But before long her burgeoning masculinity spread to the rest of her body.
The material of her white vest fell in on itself as her ample tits deflated, shrinking rapidly into broad, firm pecs coated in a layer of dark chest hair. Her toned stomach was soon afflicted by similar changes, with hard muscle forming well-defined abs that were likewise dusted with body hair. Her curves were lost to the broadening of her frame and she was sure she heard several ribs cracking, yet there was no pain to her metamorphosis, only mind-bending ecstasy.
For now, her transformation circumvented her crotch. Like a river parting around a boulder, it rushed down to engulf her legs, pumping them full of fresh muscle and sprouting a fine carpet of hair from her thighs all the way down to her feet. Those feet expanded like something out of a werewolf movie, growing longer and wider and more robust, albeit without the claws and fur.
Ally had been intending to visit Maisie after her walk, perhaps entice her into some no strings attached fun, which they often indulged in together; now she found herself absently wondering if her friend would still fancy her without the plump tits Maisie loved to play with. The thought was only brief though, for a second later she felt a stirring in her pussy followed by fresh pleasure crashing through her mind.
The emergence of her cock and balls was quick but unimaginably intense. Thrusting out from the depths of her pussy in the blink of an eye, her new rod was thick and long and already twitching with arousal. The sensation prompted her to throw back her head in a primal howl.
When she dropped it again, she was no longer Ally.
Alex’s handsome features sported a stubble beard that rose up at the sides to meet dark hair worn in a wavy quiff. Deep brown eyes sat beneath a broad brow and there was a roguish aura about the new man, intensified by the striking tattoos that had appeared on his body: a tribal pattern on his right shoulder, twin birds in flight across his midriff, and an elaborate sleeve of crashing waves, red flowers and blue-scaled fish down his left arm. He was older than Ally too, having gained approximately ten years during his transformation.
By the time Alex came to his senses the gazebo’s flowers had faded to white and turned away. Shaking the grogginess from his head, he reprimanded himself for falling asleep on the job.
He was just about to return to his duties tending to Fantasy Manor’s beautiful gardens when a sensual moaning drifted in through the doorway. What was more, they were moans Alex recognised.
A sinful smile on his handsome face, the new man strode out of the gazebo and followed the groans with the purposeful stride of a bloodhound pursuing the scent of nearby game…
Wrapped in his bathrobe, mug of tea in hand, listening to nature’s chorus from the veranda of his ground floor room, Charlie could just about imagine he was here under different circumstances. He could just about believe that at any moment a beautiful woman would emerge to join him on the veranda, that she would cosy up to him and tell him she loved him, that instead of being surrounded by all his cosplay friends the two of them were here alone and able to enjoy one another’s company in peace.
It wasn’t like Charlie didn’t enjoy being part of the group. Actually, he thoroughly looked forward to any and every chance to spend time with all the friends he’d made since joining.
Nevertheless, he’d always felt somewhat separate from most of them. While the majority were in their mid to late twenties, Charlie’s thirties were almost behind him and that age gap often made it difficult for him to feel at ease in the group. Furthermore, watching the younger members date and fall in love served as a constant reminder that he was doing neither. Sure, few of those relationships stood the test of time, but Charlie couldn’t deny he was more than a little jealous when a new couple announced they were an item.
Fortunately, Charlie wasn’t the only one dealing with similar emotions. Stephen and Maria were both around his age and therefore had a shared understanding of the otherness that came with frequently spending time around so many people at least ten years their junior. In truth, Charlie knew he wouldn’t still be a member of the group if Stephen and Maria weren’t here with him.
Still, so long as they were around he was content to stay involved. That said, for now he was quite happy relaxing on the veranda. And since he had a room to himself, there was nothing and nobody to interrupt him.
However, his solitude also meant there was nobody to save Charlie when the flowers lining a nearby wall-mounted trellis angled their white-petalled heads in his direction, flushed a sultry pink, and filled the air with a potent aroma that sank itself deep into Charlie’s consciousness.
‘Oh my god,’ he gasped as sudden waves of pleasure washed over him. Stunned by the sensation, it took him a second to realise that his voice was no longer normal. Instead it was soft, seductive and distinctly feminine. Almost before the realisation hit him more erotic waves crashed through his body, causing his eyes to roll and a sensual moan to froth on his lips. ‘Oh fuuuuuuck…’
Charlie’s average body looked as if something was inside him trying to get out. His skin rippled as pockets of fat and muscle shifted underneath, migrating to different locations and reforming his physique as they did so. Half of the weight that had once been contained in Charlie’s gut gradually coalesced on his chest to form a pair of bulging tits, the supple orbs pressing against his silk robe. Meanwhile, the remaining weight had dropped to his hips where it likewise contributed to the dramatic inflation of Charlie’s ass and thighs.
The loss of Charlie’s personal veranda left his stomach flat and toned. What was more, the thin yet dark carpet of body hair that had once coated his torso had vanished completely, leaving his flattened midriff flawlessly smooth. The same follicular regression had affected the rest of his body too, as a result of which every inch of his transforming figure was devoid of body hair.
His head, however, was a very different story. As if all the lost body hair had threaded together inside him and travelled upwards, a torrent of long blonde locks now burst from his scalp. Like a river breaking its banks, golden waves swamped his brown mop to shower down over narrowing shoulders. They came with such speed that they initially concealed his face from view as they fell.
While it took only a few seconds for Charlie’s writhing to swish the blonde curtains aside, by the time they shifted his face was utterly unrecognisable. Deep-set sockets were now shallow; small brown eyes had become large, grey-blue gems glittering with desire; his broad nose was now slim and delicate, his lips full and glossy around a gleaming white smile, and though there was the suggestion of age in the faint wrinkles around his chin, cheeks and eyes, that age and the promise of all the sensual experience it came with only made Charlie’s new body all the more erotic.
The shock of his transformation having melted away, Charlie’s moans were now shamelessly aroused. Yet it wasn’t until the formation of his new pussy that he gave the loudest and most orgasmic cry of all. White-hot ecstasy burned through his crotch as his cock vanished, the incredible sensation stretching each second into an eternity. When at last the final glimpse of his head had disappeared into the twinkling folds of his new pussy, Charlie’s psyche disappeared with it. In his place a new persona rose to fill the void: Cherie.
Cherie’s moaning didn’t stop when the transformation faded. Fingers in her underwear, she played feverishly with her clit, squirming about on the sofa as she did so. Charlie’s robe had restitched itself into a soft blue dress adorned with floral patterns, while the pyjamas he had been wearing underneath were now reduced to a set of blue lace lingerie. Lower down, Charlie’s slippers had surged up into a pair of nude platform heels. The new woman’s ears sported cute little flower-shaped earrings, complemented by a matching silver necklace bearing pendants of the same design. Of course, Cherie failed to notice the irony of her floral outfit. And with her eyes closed, neither did she see the transformative foliage turn their petals away from her and drain of colour until they were white as fresh snow once more.
‘Am I interrupting something, madam?’
The unexpected voice startled Cherie. Expecting to find an embarrassed member of staff watching her, she whipped her hand from her panties, pulled down the hem of her dress and leapt to her feet already babbling apologies.
A second later she stopped midsentence. She had only been half right: there was a member of Fantasy Manor’s staff watching her, but he wasn’t the slightest bit embarrassed. In fact, he was eyeing her with a familiar smirk and rubbing the bulging contents of his jeans – contents Cherie was well-acquainted with. Leaning against the side of the building, he watched her cross the veranda with a hungry gleam in his eye.
‘Not at all,’ Cherie purred. ‘If you must know, I was just imagining your hands slipping underneath this dress and doing the kinds of things to my body no lady could possibly resist. Do you like it?’ she said, gesturing to the dress. ‘I bought it for you. I know how much you love your flowers.’ She did a twirl, making sure the dress rode up so he could see her panties. When she came to a stop she grasped the hem and lifted it to tease him with a partial view of her soft rump. ‘See something you like, hot stuff?’
Alex drank in the gorgeous woman before him. Cherie returned his charged gaze. Despite the stark differences between Alex and Ally, during the young woman’s transformation her clothing had barely changed at all. Her white vest had simply expanded to accommodate Alex’s broader frame, while her jeans – which had been baggy on Ally’s slim build – were now tight around Alex’s tree trunk legs. As such, his impressive physique was very evident, particularly when he crossed his big arms over his chest. He raised an eyebrow at Cherie.
‘I do,’ he admitted.
Cherie bit her lip with the naughty innocence of a woman half her age. ‘Well, what are you going to do about it?’
Alex closed the distance between them in a heartbeat. One instant he was leaning lazily against the wall, the next his lips were on hers and his tongue pressing into her mouth. Hoisting her into his arms, he marched up the steps and across the veranda, holding her tight against his chest as she hooked her legs around his waist.
Falling heavily onto the sofa, the horny couple let their passion run rampant. Making out with all the single-minded intent of a bride and groom on their wedding night, they filled the air with an endless stream of breathless kissing sounds. While they did so their hands were eagerly exploring – and it didn’t take long before frantic fingers were fiddling with belt buckle and bra strap alike.
Cherie succeeded in stripping Alex first. Flinging his clothes over the veranda’s railing, she fought desperately to drive him onto his back. But her lover had strength on his side and managed to hold her down just long enough to whip down her panties, leaving her stunning body on full display.
After that, however, even he couldn’t restrain Cherie any longer. Then again, knowing what she was about to do, he didn’t want to. As such, he released his hold and allowed her to force him down amongst the cushions, laughing as he went.
‘Anyone would think you’ve gone feral,’ he teased.
When Cherie turned to face him there was lustful fire in her eyes. ‘Of course I have. You don’t know how much I’ve craved you since last time. How much I’ve craved this,’ she added, coiling one hand around Alex’s cock. ‘Nobody compares to you, lover. And since I can’t have you by my side back home, I’m sure as hell not going to waste any of the time I get to spend with you here.’
With that, Cherie got straight to business.
There wasn’t the slightest shred of hesitation in Cherie’s blowjob. Bowing her head with a hungry expression she practically inhaled his shaft. With one hand keeping his manhood in position and the other bracing herself on the seat cushion beside Alex’s hip, she fed his length deeper into her mouth, her lips working inexorably downwards.
For several seconds, Cherie remained there, throat bulging and eyes rolling. Then, forced to come up for air, she reared back panting. A delicate ribbon of saliva strung through the air between her lips and the head of Alex’s cock.
‘Fuck, I’ve missed that,’ she gasped, breath coming in deep lungfuls.
‘As have I,’ Alex chuckled. Then he gave her a teasing smirk. ‘Although I distinctly remember you being able to go down on me for much longer than that. Is that really all you’re capable of?’
Cherie’s eyes were glittery gems of hedonism. ‘Oh, I’ll show you what I’m capable of,’ she hissed before dropping back down and setting about worshipping Alex’s pulsing rod. The sordid wet slurping sounds of her slutty indulgence were soon spilling out from the veranda and into the gardens beyond.
Lying back on the sofa, Alex beamed as Cherie gorged herself. His eyes closed and his head tilted back, he savoured the white-hot ecstasy that blossomed through his crotch with every roll of her head or swirl of her tongue or shift of her lips. He had seen her like this before and he knew what it meant: he wouldn’t be getting any more jobs done today. When she was in this state of wild, insatiable lust no mortal man had any chance of denying her what she wanted. Fortunately, Alex was used to it by now. In fact, it was what had drawn him to her in the first place: Cherie wasn’t just willing to let her inner slut take control, she was practically addicted to it.
That addiction had set the two of them on a corruptive collision course from the moment they met.
It was years ago now that Cherie first visited Fantasy Manor. She had arrived with her husband to celebrate their tenth anniversary. But those plans had gone awry when she laid eyes on Alex, the manor’s gardener and groundskeeper. He was everything her husband was not: hot, muscly, confident, not to mention significantly better hung. Flirting behind her husband’s back had progressed to secretive kissing in the garden, which had progressed to playful oral in Alex’s shed, before they finally went all the way.
One day, Cherie’s husband had walked in on them fucking, but by that point the shameless bombshell no longer cared about being discovered. Alex had opened her eyes to the fact that there were lovers out there that could truly satisfy her, that the carnal desires she had kept suppressed did not have to remain locked away. Her husband had never truly appreciated her – he was more interested in showing her off as arm candy and having her do housework than fulfilling her needs – and she was done being his trophy wife.
They had filed for divorce within the week, though while her husband left the manor the same night he discovered them, Cherie had remained in Alex’s arms for the rest of the week.
She had been returning to the manor on a semi-regular basis ever since. Unsurprisingly, Alex never got any work done during her visits.
‘I need more,’ Cherie gasped eventually, her lips frothy with his precum. ‘Please, babe, I need you in me deep.’
‘Don’t let me stop you,’ Alex grinned.
Cherie didn’t waste time teasing him. In previous encounters she’d enjoyed rubbing her pussy folds over the head of his cock, giggling playfully at the tormented expressions that washed over his face. But right now, she had no interest in toying with him. Instead she simply straddled his hips, mounted his cock and dropped down with a delirious groan to take his cock deep into her flushed wet cunt.
‘Oh fuck,’ Alex moaned, his jaw clenching. Somehow he always forgot how perfect Cherie’s pussy was. ‘Nobody has ever felt as good as you do, babe. I could fuck you forever and never get bored.’
But Cherie wasn’t in the mood for talk. ‘Shut the fuck up and just let me ride you.’
She didn’t wait for a response. Bouncing her hips with near frantic desperation she assumed a rapid pace, the clap of skin on skin that came with each bounce ricocheting around the veranda. Her magnificent ass jiggled and bobbed so violently Alex was frequently mesmerised, however her swinging tits were equally hypnotic and the groundskeeper found his gaze shifting from ass to tits and back again, the view setting his mouth watering. Her whole body pitched and rolled, never still for a moment as she finally reacquainted herself with the cock she dreamed of every night.
If Cherie had her way, she’d never spend a day without Alex in her arms. She’d implored him many times to come back to the city with her, but he had always refused. Not that he hadn’t been tempted, of course. However, he preferred to keep things as they were rather than take things further and risk either of them being heartbroken. Besides, he liked the quiet of the manor over the mad urban bustle.
Still, that didn’t mean Cherie was going to stop trying to persuade him. Since leaving her husband her life had improved dramatically. Not only was she a free spirit, her nights spent seducing any hot beau or horny belle she could lay her hands on, but she was also a prolific businesswoman. She owned a small but successful erotic magazine, the contents of which were a mixture of sordid stories, naughty photoshoots and interviews with local adult models. Though still relatively unknown, Cherie hoped that one day it would grow enough to lure Alex away from his treasured manor and into a life they could share together.
Because no matter how many hookups she fucked, Alex would always be her favourite in bed. Not that they ever actually spent much time in bed when they were together – usually their lust overwhelmed before they ever made it to the bedroom, as their current situation showed all too well.
After some time basking in the pleasure of Cherie’s attention, Alex’s desire got the better of him. No longer content to simply lie there, he manhandled the buxom beauty down onto the sofa, positioned himself against her back and – with one of her legs held aloft – took her hard from behind.
Now it was his turn to set loose his desire. Alex’s grunts beat a regular rhythm in time with his invasive thrusts. He no longer focused on the ripples besieging Cherie’s body, all his attention instead channelled into the act of fucking her until they were both too drunk on pleasure to form a coherent sentence. It was the only thing he could think about and soon the world around them began to fade away while he ploughed Cherie’s cunt as if his life depended on it.
Cherie was in a similar state of euphoria. Reaching down to spread her folds wider for him, she rubbed her swollen clit in the hope it might serve as an outlet for the storm of pleasure raging inside her.
It didn’t. She’d had to go without visiting the manor for longer than usual this time. As such, like an addict receiving their first fix in months she was soaring high on the ecstasy of it all – so high she could do nothing except gasp and groan and squirm in Alex’s powerful grip.
Nevertheless, slowly but surely Cherie managed to pull herself free from the mental fog of lust clouding her mind. And as clarity returned, she decided to use it to fuel her lover’s hunger for her in the hopes that he would succumb completely to the animalistic urges threatening to overwhelm him.
‘Mmmh, yes baby, that’s right, fuck me senseless. How many nights have you dreamed of fucking this pussy? How many times have you jerked off while thinking of me? I bet you never get any fucking work done around here, do you? Face it, Alex, you’ll never want anyone other than me.’
Her words seemed to cut through Alex’s own jumbled thoughts, dispelling the nymphomania enough for him to respond. ‘I could say the same thing about you. I know who you are, Cherie. You’re a horny, shameless whore always desperate for cock. But we both know the one cock you really want is mine, isn’t it? Every time you photograph a male model you imagine me in his place. Every sexy story you publish, in your head each one plays out between the two of us. Every time you do an interview and hear the model reciting their fantasies you’re only half-listening, because the rest of you is envisioning me railing you until you’re a drooling, brainless mess.’
Cherie couldn’t hold back her groan. She wasn’t sure what turned her on more: the fact that Alex could read her desires so easily, or the fact that they could finally fulfil those desires together again.
‘Nothing compares to us, baby,’ she breathed, her speech shuddering with every thrust Alex gave. ‘Every time I think of you I remember a different time we fucked. And since I’m constantly thinking of you that makes life and endless streams of erotic daydreams.’
Alex’s soft chuckle sent thrills down Cherie’s spine. ‘You mean like the time I bent you over the balcony railing and took you until you screamed? Or when we took a blanket into the forest and made love in a glade?’
‘Yes,’ Cherie nodded. ‘Then there was the night where I cooked a meal for you, but the only meal I got was your perfect cock from beneath the table. And the morning we went skinny dipping in the pool before you fucked me on a sunbed.’
‘I enjoyed that,’ Alex growled. ‘But not as much as I enjoyed the day when…’
And so they went on, trading sordid memories back and forth even as they added another erotic encounter to that list.
Eventually Cherie found herself on all fours, one foot planted firmly on the floor of the veranda while Alex pounded her doggystyle. Her fat tits tugged on her chest as they swung back and forth; ripples that began on her ass spread through the rest of her flawless body; her engorged clit throbbed so hard she could feel it in her stomach. The orgasmic storm which had originally swelled inside her had risen to the surface, setting her skin tingling and the hairs on her nape standing on end. She felt like she had just been doused in liquid lust.
Behind her Alex was once again in a state of focused carnality. Without even holding her hips he plunged into her pussy over and over, grunting each time his balls contacted her wet folds. When he wasn’t thrusting, she was rocking against him, their energy reaching a fever pitch as they both approached orgasmic breaking point.
Utterly swamped with desire, neither Cherie nor Alex made any effort to stay quiet. Fortunately, the manor saw to it that they were not interrupted; just as with Jessa and Lucas, an ever so slightly magical breeze along with doors closed by unseen hands ensured that none of their untransformed friends heard anything that might arouse their suspicions.
The long-separated lovers were alone. And they were both ready to cum.
Yet when she felt Alex’s cock start to twitch inside her, Cherie chose not to finish with him. Instead she pulled away and dropped to her knees. The abrupt absence of Cherie’s pussy left Alex stunned and speechless, but the shock on his face crumpled into fresh pleasure as she once again swallowed his bulging shaft while simultaneously jerking him off into her mouth.
It didn’t take long for her efforts to be rewarded. The shackles of his orgasm finally broken, he fired his load all over Cherie’s beautiful face, splattering her from brow to chin. A particularly large dollop landed on the bridge of her nose before halving and sliding down either side to pool beneath her eyes like sordid pearlescent tears. Then, once she had milked him of every last drop she leaned forward to suckle gently on his head, her tongue playing over the tip.
As she looked up at him Cherie felt her own orgasm fade. It left her body feeling hollow, cold, deprived – but the sacrifice was worth it. Because when she looked up at Alex’s handsome face she saw more than just desire there. She saw temptation. The kind of corruptive, oppressive temptation only those with the strongest wills could resist; the kind of temptation that could make a groundskeeper run away with his favourite nymphomaniac no matter how much he tried to resist her.
Which, of course, was exactly Cherie’s plan. It wasn’t work that had kept her away from the manor for so long – it was patience. She had bided her time, knowing the separation would be as torturous for Alex as it was for her.
Now she was here she intended to manipulate all of Alex’s longing to her advantage. This week she would be so hot, so seductive, so wonderfully, deliciously, shamelessly naughty that by the time she came to leave he wouldn’t be able to imagine spending a single day without her. She was going to make her body into his addiction. Even if it cost her a few orgasms in the short term, the long term reward would be worth it.
Grinning up at him, Cherie scooped a drop of cum from her chin and made a show of sucking it from her finger. Alex’s cock twitched in front of her.
‘It looks like you’ve really made a mess, babe. What do you say you help me clean myself up in the shower?’ Then, knowing the idea would drive him wild, she added, ‘And afterwards I could give you a massage – nuru, of course. I’ve got some special scented oils in my room just for you, baby. Would you like that?’
Alex took a moment to reply. Cherie suspected he was trying to fight the urge to slam her against the wall and fuck her face.
‘I certainly would,’ he said at last. ‘But first, I want to see you swallow that load.’ He smiled devilishly as his bravado began to return.
‘For you, baby, always,’ Cherie smiled back. Sticking her tongue out she allowed Alex a good long look at the thick layer of cum coating her tongue, before closing her mouth and gulping it all down without ever breaking her lover’s impossibly horny gaze. As Alex’s first orgasm of the week made its way down her throat, Cherie felt a slutty satisfaction bloom in her stomach knowing it certainly wouldn’t be the last…
Thanks for reading!
As mentioned in my comments to the prologue of this series, when it came to writing it I managed to write up the first five chapters towards the end of last summer, and after that I had to take an extended break before returning to it in the spring. After that hiatus I’d had a long while to think about how I wanted future chapters to go, and I think in hindsight this chapter became a bit of a victim of that. The reason I say that is that while I love the outdoor setting and the characters as well, if I were to write this one again I would almost certainly have used a different gallery; I think Deville has some really great scenes out there, and this one was picked more based on how well it fit the location of Fantasy Manor than how well it showcased her work.
That said, I do still love this chapter because quite frankly Deville makes any scene hot. I also have no doubt she will appear in future stories on my blog, so if I missed the mark on this one then hopefully in the long run I’ll be able to make up for it.
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