Models: Angelo Godshack, Vinna Reed & Anna Polina
Adrian basked in the soothing silence of the manor’s halls. Given the number of guests he was surprised by how quiet it was, but he wasn’t especially concerned. No doubt they had set up another bonfire, which suited Adrian just fine: with everybody else was outside he could spend his evening in peace.
While his friends had been out hiking or sunbathing or lounging in bed, Adrian had kept himself busy with the half a dozen costumes he’d packed for the trip. They were all works in progress, and though many of his friends took a collaborative approach to designing their cosplays Adrian had always been more of a soloist. Ideas often popped into his head fully formed, so the real challenge wasn’t brainstorming the design but rather translating it from his imagination into reality. Given how complex his ideas usually were they often required a lot of time and effort to bring to life, but Adrian didn’t mind: without stimulation his overactive imagination was a nightmare to live with, so working on his costumes was a great way to focus his creativity.
Although he’d planned to work in the room he was sharing with Luke, Solomon and Sean, when heading down to the kitchen for breakfast he’d stumbled upon a much better spot. The fortuitous find was a small bay window lined with a padded seat that offered a beautiful view of the gardens. After gathering his costumes he had settled there just as dawn was breaking and had barely left since.
From time to time Adrian had spotted familiar faces passing through the garden. Early on he had watched Ally wander by; not long after he could have sworn he noticed somebody leave the nearby flower-wreathed gazebo, though when he looked up to see who it was they were already gone. Later in the day he caught sight of Emma and Sean returning from the hike, followed not long after by the rest of the walkers. But for long stretches of the day he was so distracted by his work that a small army could have marched by and he wouldn’t have noticed a thing.
Adrian had been so preoccupied, in fact, that only when the sun began to set did he realise he’d missed both lunch and dinner. The realisation was emphasised by a loud grumble of his stomach, prompting him to stretch his half-seized legs and rise creakily to his feet.
But before he could head for the kitchen, Adrian was distracted by something unexpected in an alcove opposite his working nook.
Twinkling in the fiery light of sunset was a pearl necklace. It sat upon a display bust, the white stones stark against red crushed velvet, and while the rest of the corridor was beginning to grow dark the way it reflected the dying daylight almost made it glow.
Adrian stared at it in surprise. It seemed impossible that he had spent the entire day without noticing the beautiful jewellery within touching distance of his position – clearly he had been more distracted than he’d realised.
His rumbling stomach protested louder as he approached the bust, but its complaints went ignored.
Without really thinking about it, Adrian lifted the necklace from its mount and admired it more closely. Just as he did so the sun dipped beneath the horizon. With no city lights to hold it at bay, the inky black of night consumed the sky in a heartbeat to leave Adrian standing in a patch of silvery moonlight enclosed by the void of the unlit corridor.
Only once the necklace was in his hands did Adrian realise why he had picked it up: one of the girls had mentioned wanting to LARP as a medieval noblewoman and the necklace would be a perfect addition to her costume.
In the same way the reasoning behind why he undid the golden clasp and moved to hook the necklace around his own neck only came after he’d already started: being fairly petite himself his neck size was similar to that of the girls in the group, so it made sense for him to try it on, because if it didn’t fit him then it wouldn’t fit them either. It was as if his actions were driven by subconscious urges which his brain could only rationalise retroactively.
But even as he fiddled to close the clasp, a tiny part of Adrian understood his belated reasoning was just an effort to mask a deeper, stranger truth: he wanted to wear it.
Like a moth drawn to a flame, his fate had been sealed the moment he laid eyes on its pearls. And nothing could have prepared Adrian for what happened when the clasp clicked shut.
His howl of pleasure was swallowed by the abyss of the darkened hallway as he staggered back against the seat in the window. Somehow managing to stay upright, Adrian’s cry sank to a shuddering groan as the pleasure spread outwards from his core. And as it spread he felt a strange power rewriting him from the inside out.
Adrian’s transformation was a thing of twisting shadows.
When he looked down he could see his writhing silhouette spread across the floor. Before his eyes the stark lines of his angular shoulders constricted and softened, while his narrow waistline filled out into rounded curves. A fresh bout of pleasure prompted him to twist, revealing the arc of his swelling ass which – based on the sound of tearing fabric – had burst free of his skinny jeans. The same savage growth overwhelmed his chest, and he let out another shuddering cry as tendrils of white-hot pleasure wound through his torso as if his new tits were physically taking root.
A strange tingling drew Adrian’s gaze to his arms. Trembling wildly, they were almost entirely cast in shadow, but where the moonlight fell he was reminded of a werewolf transformation, only in reverse: rather than lengthen, his arm hair retracted into the skin while any imperfections were smoothed over by a warm tan that rendered his flesh supple to the touch. His fingers were convulsing of their own accord as if struggling to hold back the monster within, yet the only claws that slid out to replace his nails were composed of a glossy black manicure.
Spinning around, Adrian was faced with splintered visions of his transforming face reflected by the diamond windowpanes. In these fractured images he watched his deep sockets become shallow, his short hair swirl down to his shoulders, his prominent cheekbones overlaid by rosy flesh. But as he continued to writhe the shifting shadows only allowed him brief glimpses of what he was becoming, most of which showed a partially-transformed face screaming silently back at him as the corruption continued to draw orgasmic cries from increasingly puffy lips.
Despite the mind-bending euphoria, it was only when the effects of the necklace encroached upon his mind that Adrian’s feminised legs buckled. Forced to grip the window ledge and lean heavily against the cushioned seat, he scrunched his eyes closed as the truth came rushing in.
All at once he understood everything: the power of the manor, the corruptive effects of its contents, the deviant things it had done to his friends. He understood that in his secluded nook he had been too distant to hear their moans of transformation, but now he could see them in his mind’s eye, vessels of pleasure channelling the manor’s corruptive magic into endless sex and sin.
What’s more, he understood that he was one of the lucky ones. Because even as his transformation faded Adrian’s memories remained intact. He knew he wasn’t the first – he could feel Eliza on the floor below, her power like a beacon as she compelled Troy to eat her out until he could hardly breathe, while somewhere on the floor above Nyxi was giggling while she fucked Saphira’s face. Nor was he quite the same person he had been before. Instead he was something better, something more. The power of Fantasy Manor tingled in his fingers, buzzed through his soul, and all his creativity was now infused with intense, infectious lust. Adrian realised now that his imagination was the reason the manor had chosen him to wield its magic: a mind as inventive as his could conjure up endless mischief – the one thing the manor craved above all else.
As if as a reward for accepting his transformation, a final burst of orgasmia burst across his groin. The shriek he let out as his dick vanished rattled the windowpanes, and the pulsing pleasure of his new pussy forced him to grip the ledge so tight it creaked.
Breathless, Adrian looked down at his buxom new body. His clothes had not transformed with him and now hung in tatters, unable to contain his new curves. Not that it mattered – with the manor’s magic at his command, a new outfit was just a thought away.
Without warning there came a loud thud, followed by a burst of muffled laughter. Reaching out with his mind, Adrian could sense Vince and Andi in the room above. The impish couple were amongst the final few members of the group who had net yet been transformed,
Immediately Adrian’s mind was whirring with sordid ideas.
It didn’t take long for one to take root.
Pivoting away from the window, Adrian abandoned his costumes without a second glance. Striding across the patch of moonlight, his lips parted in a mischievous chuckle to reveal teeth as pearly as his necklace. A heartbeat later he had plunged into the unlit void of the corridor, his sultry laughter echoing through the darkness…
Andi attempted to wipe the tears from her eyes as she heard Vince groan. Not that there was much point, because a second afterwards a single hand popped up over the edge of the bed to cling to the sheets, prompting another fit of laughter.
‘I’m glad my pain entertains you,’ Vince said as his head appeared, though there was no anger in his tone.
Having been on the hike all day, they’d gone to remove their boots the second they arrived back in their room. Unfortunately for Vince, he had been leaning on the edge of the bed when he inadvertently tightened the knot in his lace rather than loosen it. Balancing on one foot to untie it with both hands, he’d then tried to stabilise himself on the bed again only to find he had shifted position slightly, miss the edge, and fall flat on his face.
The vision of him disappearing from view with a startled cry, followed by a loud thud, had left Andi in stitches.
‘You know, usually girlfriends are supposed to care when their boyfriend is in pain,’ Vince laughed as he hauled himself up onto the bed.
‘That’s funny, because I distinctly remember you laughing your ass off when I walked through that spiderweb this morning.’
‘That didn’t hurt though!’ Vince cried.
‘It was emotionally painful!’ Andi fired back.
They were both grinning as Vince finally kicked off the offending boot and joined Andi at the head of the bed, where they shared an affectionate kiss before sinking down amongst the cushions.
With her head resting on Vince’s shoulder Andi stroked his broad chest. ‘So, how did things go with Solomon today?’
Vince shrugged. ‘Honestly, I couldn’t get much out of him. He definitely wasn’t biting when I tried bringing up relationships, and if he could tell I was dropping hints he didn’t show it. If you ask me he’s not interested. Emma might be game though.’
Andi slapped his chest playfully. ‘Don’t you dare! Can you imagine how heartbroken Sean would be?’
‘Then ask him too! Hell, I’d actually be proud if we were the ones to break that seal. He’s been her shadow for as long as I can remember, it’s about time he cashed in on all those adoring stares.’ Andi laughed as he donned an expression of exaggerated admiration with innocent eyes, raised brows and clasped hands held against his cheek.
It was no secret that Andi and Vince were experimental in the bedroom – they were openly proud of it, in fact. They had first hooked up during an alcohol-fuelled convention afterparty, but unlike most drunken liaisons theirs had snowballed into the group’s longest-lasting relationship. The reason why was simple: the duo were made for each other. Hedonists at heart, they were always looking for new ways to spice up their sex lives, a trait which had led them to try everything from roleplay to bondage to voyeurism. Their exhibitionist streak had inspired them to set up several explicit online accounts, while their date nights generally involved sitting on the front row of a high-end sex show before coming home to put all their arousal to good use.
Even so, beneath all their depravity there was a fierce and unyielding love. Neither had ever met anybody who could match their libido, so from the moment they had met they had held one another tight, unwilling to lose the only person who could truly understand them.
Recently they’d been looking to introduce a third person into the bedroom on a no-strings-attached basis. They weren’t interested in a fully open relationship, preferring instead to play together at all times, but the idea of involving an extra body in their salaciousness was a turn-on for them both. As such, having decided that they’d rather that first companion be a friend rather than some random stranger from a dating app, they had been debating who they could ask. Unfortunately, as with Solomon, any hints dropped in conversation had so far gone unheeded.
They were still debating the merits of inviting both Emma and Sean when the atmosphere in the room changed.
Lust was suddenly thick on the air – the kind of dense, inhibition-numbing desire usually only generated by many hours of hard, hot fucking. It engulfed them, clinging to their skin and seeping into their pores before spreading its tendrils through their insides, stirring their arousal into a frenzy.
Locking eyes, the gaze they shared crackled with erotic hunger and in that moment they were too horny to speak, let alone question what was happening to them. All they could do was throw themselves at each other groping and kissing and moaning.
In a tangle of lips and limbs they sank to the sheets writhing so frantically it was difficult to identify who was who. Within this blur of motion only glimpses of their transformations were visible, but even they made it clear that both Andi and Vince were undergoing very dramatic changes indeed.
During a brief pause for breath, Vince’s hair could be seen elongating from a sleek black quiff into a glossy blonde halo that brushed his shoulders; when he managed to pin her down, Andi’s legs remained still long enough to see new muscles bulging in her hiking leggings; meanwhile their moans seemed to get jumbled up as they kissed, a confusion in which they accidentally returned to the wrong owner so that Andi’s feminine gasps were exchanged for Vince’s masculine grunts and vice versa.
Every change that overcame one of the lovers was seemingly inversely reflected in the other. As Andi’s plump tits deflated into firm pecs a pair of soft breasts swelled out from Vince’s chest. A heartbeat later his abs faded away while hers took shape for the first time, all as Vince’s ass was filling out just as quickly as Andi’s was shrinking. The body hair he lost, she gained; the muscles that shrank from his figure immediately expanded upon hers; the robust edges that were drained from Vince’s facial features were infused into Andi’s within a matter of seconds. It was almost as if they were holding one another so close and so tight that their body parts were shifting between the two.
Without warning the couple let out a united shriek that scythed through the cloying atmosphere. Stunned by the burst of pleasure that had engulfed their nether regions, their hands immediately descended to investigate; to their mutual delight Andi found much less than usual waiting for her in Vince’s underwear, while her boyfriend groaned as his fingers closed around the sizeable package now nestled within hers.
Flooded by this fresh torrent of ecstasy, they once again devolved into a frenzy of passionate kissing while their agile hands continued to explore their new bodies. And it was in this state of mindless lust that they were found by a beautiful, buxom maid.
It was the sumptuous blonde who noticed her first. ‘It looks like we have a visitor,’ she said to her man, her voice sweet and seductive. ‘What’s your name, beautiful?’
‘Anna, miss. My apologies, I didn’t mean to intrude.’ Directing her eyes at the ground, Anna had to admit it felt a little unusual introducing herself by a new name. Then again, calling herself Adrian simply didn’t suit her voluptuous new form. Eager to sell the innocent maid act, she blushed for good measure. ‘I was summoned, miss, but I can come back later if you would prefer?’
‘Not at all,’ said the man, eyeing Anna’s curves with a hungry gleam in his eye. ‘In fact, your timing is perfect.’
As he turned to his partner, Anna admired the sexy sinners she had created. Vince’s new body was lithe and seductive with glossy blonde hair splayed over tanned shoulders. Rich red lingerie hugged her sensual figure and diamond earrings glittered in the lamplight, their twinkle complementing the matching jewel-encrusted choker hugging her throat. Andi, meanwhile, had become the very image of a womaniser. Handsome and suave, he was dressed in pressed grey trousers and a shirt which hung open to reveal a toned physique. His short hair was worn in sleek spikes and a shadow of stubble feathered his jawline.
Part of Anna felt a little guilty for transforming them in the first place – after all, she had no doubt both Vince and Andi would have been very happy to get naughty with her in this new body. But the rest of her was revelling in their corruption. The greed in their eyes when they looked at her was intoxicating, while the power to warp their fantasies to match her own had her pussy dripping. Besides, she knew it didn’t really matter: they were infamously experimental in the bedroom, so the opportunity to switch genders and roleplay with a sexy maid would have had them begging to be transformed. Anna was simply pushing that roleplay to the next level.
‘I called her here for you, Vinna,’ the man said, his face close to hers. ‘I’ve seen the way you look at her and I think it’s time you stop resisting your urges. Think of it as an early birthday gift.’
‘Oh Angelo, she’s perfect,’ Vinna replied, her voice high as she tried to control her arousal. ‘Thank you, my love. You always get me the nicest things.’ Turning her attention to Anna, she beckoned her closer. ‘Come and join us, beautiful. I’m sure you’ve had a long, stressful day – let us help you relax.’
Vinna’s smile as she held out a hand was somehow innocent and wicked all at once.
The moment Anna accepted Vinna’s hand she was pulled down onto the bed. Landing across Angelo’s lap, she found herself looking up at the two lovers as they shared a gentle kiss charged with arousal. Her fingers still interlaced with Vinna’s, her heart pounded as Angelo’s strong hand settled on her stomach, his thumb stroking the skin of her side.
Anna’s maid outfit was in no way practical. Her frilly skirt barely reached the top of her stockings, which hugged her elegant legs up to the groin, while the upper portion of her uniform was little more than a black bra edged with white lace, plump tits bulging against the material and jiggling as she fell. Her hair was held back by a crimped lace headband whose designed was complemented by a pair of matching black and white frilly cuffs that seemed to give her an air of submission. Given her raunchy attire the pearl necklace was a subtle accessory, as were the matching earrings she had conjured up.
Of course, neither Vinna nor Angelo paid any attention to the sauciness of her uniform. In their magic-warped minds all that mattered was that Anna was hot and in their bed.
‘What will she let us do, baby? Have you asked? How far will she let us go?’
‘You heard the lady,’ Angelo said, turning his attention to Anna. ‘What are your limits, beautiful?’
Anna felt Vinna’s fingers tighten as she replied. ‘You summoned me to serve you, sir. Whatever you wish to do, I am at your disposal.’
Clearly this was the answer they had been hoping for as they immediately fell into another passionate kiss. But of course, Anna already knew how eager they were to hear those words: her magic had made them and she could read their desires as easily as if they were written on their faces. Their souls were hers to manipulate however she wished and no fantasy was hidden from her. It was all she could do to stifle a grin: stoking the fires of lust was delightfully easy when you knew what fuel would burn hottest.
All the same, Anna wasn’t here to make them her puppets – quite the opposite, in fact. So when the couple parted lips to share a fiendish smile, Anna made no attempt to influence their thoughts. Instead she held her breath as their eyes fell to drink in her buxom body.
‘Can I go first, baby?’ Vinna purred, her free hand resting on Angelo’s cheek.
‘Of course, my love. She’s all yours.’
Vinna and Angelo moved as if they were a single creature. Every motion was guided by seductive intent, and as they shifted around her Anna suddenly knew what it felt like to be a fawn stalked by hungry panthers.
Sliding his legs from beneath her Angelo circled around towards the foot of the bed, removing his shirt as he did so. Anna’s insides fluttered as she drank in the sight of his bare torso and powerful arms, the soft light highlighting the contours of his muscles as they shifted beneath the skin. Never breaking her gaze he eased down beside her and Anna had to bite back a groan as the warmth of his body washed over her skin. Taking her hand in his he guided it up to hook around his head, before his own hand descended down the flesh of her arm, only coming to a halt as his fingers slid into the top of her bra.
On Anna’s other side, Vinna had also sunk down to lie alongside her. Unlike Angelo, however, her face was level with Anna’s hips while the supple curve of her ass was nestled next to Anna’s cheek. Pressed in close her skin stroked against Anna’s from shoulder to thigh, and while Angelo tugged teasingly on her bra Vinna settled her head on Anna’s thigh before delicately raising her skirt to reveal the black lace of her panties.
All at once Angelo ripped down Anna’s top, the speed of his motion combined with the heat of his knuckles pressing against the underside of her breast drawing out a sharp gasp. In the same instant Vinna pressed her finger against Anna’s clit through the material of her underwear. Flares of pleasure swirled through Anna from multiple points and she reached out with her free hand. Her fingers closed instinctively over Vinna’s ass, thumb slipping beneath her panties.
Without thinking, she squeezed. The thoughtless act was rewarded by a pretty laugh.
‘I think she likes playing with us, baby,’ Vinna said. Her finger circled Anna’s clit while she shifted her hips closer for the maid to fondle.
‘She definitely does,’ Angelo replied. ‘I can see it in her face. I don’t think she’s ever been treated to this kind of attention. Have you, beautiful?’
Anna shook her head, prompting her tits to wobble from side to side. ‘No. Never,’ she breathed.
It wasn’t a lie. Though she’d weaved entirely new realities for Vince and Andi, Anna had not conjured a new history for herself. There didn’t seem to be much point: all her memories of her old life were still intact, so coming up with a backstory was somewhat redundant. However, that meant that despite her bombshell body she was still just as sexually inexperienced as Adrian had been. It was the reason she’d been drawn to Andi and Vince in the first place – after all, who better to learn from than the most notoriously deviant members of the group?
‘In that case, I’m glad we can help show you what you’ve been missing,’ purred Vinna.
Anna had never realised that arousal could be painful before. And yet being in the presence of Vinna and Angelo was almost agony. Each motion they made was slow and sensual, their touch lingering on her skin with every gentle caress, and somehow that was the worst thing – the excruciatingly slow pace with which they attended her. The longer she spent near them the more desperate she was for them to unleash all their lust upon her, but instead they drew everything out, fuelling her arousal all the more with endless erotic anticipation.
Their touch was such perfect torture.
When Vinna peeled aside Anna’s underwear to expose her flushed pussy, the magical maid thought her heart had stopped. Her breath snagged in her throat and she bit her lip, so close to begging for Vinna’s fingers she could taste the words on her tongue.
Then all at once Angelo was kissing her and all the tension vanished. Stunned by the soft warmth of his lips on hers, though her mind urged her to kiss him back it took several seconds for her body to respond. When she did she let out a shuddering groan as her tongue intertwined with his and all the raw cravings racing through her mind abruptly boiled down to one simple need: to kiss Angelo forever.
Slowly melting into his embrace Anna pressed herself closer. As their kissing grew more impassioned she wished he would grope her; his fingers remained nestled against the underside of her breast, so close it would have been the easiest thing in the world for him to reach up and squeeze. And yet in some ways that only turned her on all the more: the realisation that she was at his mercy and he could make her his plaything at any moment.
It was only when Vinna’s fingers sank into her sex that Anna realised Angelo’s lips were just a distraction.
Reeling with sudden pleasure, she didn’t notice that Angelo had pulled back until she heard her own gasp of erotic surprise ring out through the shadowy room. When she looked up she found him leaning over her, his handsome face barely a few inches away. As he slipped a cushion beneath her head he came closer still.
‘Don’t moan,’ Angelo whispered, his piercing eyes locked on hers. ‘Don’t even whimper. Let’s see if you can keep all that arousal quiet.’
The order flipped Anna’s stomach. She pressed her lips together hard, her brow furrowed and her chest shuddering as Vinna’s digits delved slowly deeper. But when the devious blonde began to pump in and out the seal of her lips broke, a groan rushing up from her lungs; it took every ounce of Anna’s self-control to block it in her throat.
Angelo smiled as he watched her struggle to hold it back. In that moment Anna could only stare up at him, her pretty face a frozen mask of pleasure while her vulnerable sex was Vinna’s to exploit.
Hyperfocused on maintaining her silence, Anna had no idea how long it was before Vinna spoke up – it might have been a few seconds, but it felt like eternity.
‘She’s all twinkly for you, baby. Do you want a taste?’
‘That’s up to Anna,’ Angelo smiled, his eyes never leaving the maid’s. ‘Either my love keeps fingering that sweet cunt and we allow you to moan; or I eat you out, but you have to stay quiet. Your choice.’
Anna knew if she tried to reply her groan would break free. So instead she responded by taking a deep breath and sealing her lips once again.
After the painfully slow attention they had provided her so far, Angelo’s sudden burst of speed and power threatened to shatter Anna’s self-control. Before she even realised what was happening he had spun her around, her hips abruptly on the cushion that had been beneath her head mere moments before. The shift bunched her bra into an even tighter roll beneath her breasts, while her skirt rose up higher around her midriff.
Glancing down, Anna realised that at some point Vinna had removed her underwear. A heartbeat later the thought was dashed as Angelo took advantage of her exposed pussy.
A fresh torrent of ecstasy roared through her as Angelo’s tongue slid between her glistening folds. Her core tightened with the effort of holding back her moans, yet despite how much more intense the sensation was Anna found that the ability to maintain control came easier this time. With a few deep breaths she was able to stifle her cries, though her face remained twisted with pleasure.
Beside her, Vinna was naked. Her ruby red lingerie had been discarded and like Anna she had reversed position. As a result her head was once again in line with Anna’s hips – a position that was clearly no accident.
‘Mmmh, yes, feed on her sweet pussy babe. Make her so desperate to moan she can’t think straight. Sink your tongue in deep and make her writhe. Fuck, does she taste good? Don’t stop until she’s a drooling mess. That’s it, keep going baby, keep going.’
While her seductive words burrowed into Angelo’s head, Vinna took hold of Anna’s leg and spread it wider. Taking her lead, Angelo did the same for the other leg. Like Vinna, he stared up at Anna’s face, alert for even the slightest sound of pleasure.
But even as they tried to break her, Anna’s strength was growing. The longer she spent in their presence, the more she could feel their lust seeping into her soul. Just as she’d hoped, they were unlocking the erotic potential of her new body. And despite her urge to succumb to their seduction and allow them to manipulate her desires until she was the drooling mess Vinna wanted her to be, a growing part of Anna wanted to treat the sly blonde to a taste of her own medicine.
Reaching across, she ran a finger over Vinna’s sex: the slut was soaking wet.
Meeting Angelo’s eyes, she held her twinkling fingers up for him to see. ‘I think your lady’s pussy needs your attention more than I do, sir. Maybe you should be using her instead.’
No sooner had Angelo pulled away than Vinna came snaking around to loom over Anna. ‘Oh no, you don’t get out of this that easily. You’re here to serve us, remember? That means if we want to mould you into a needy nympho, then you do as you’re told like a good little maid.’
On all fours above Anna, Vinna took hold of her shoulders and leaned in so close that the gap between their torsos could have been filled by a single breath. When Vinna spoke again her voice was concentrated seduction.
‘And isn’t that you want, beautiful? Don’t you want us to show you all the pleasures you’ve never experienced? I think you do. I think you want to stay in our arms and sin in the shadows with us. I think you want to learn what it means to be a hedonist.’
A motion over Vinna’s shoulder caught Anna’s attention briefly. Then her eyes were back on the blonde, and for the first time since entering the room Anna allowed her mischievous side to shine through as she smiled back. ‘And I think you shouldn’t have let me distract you.’
Vinna didn’t even have time process Anna’s words before her man sheathed himself inside her. Having removed his trousers and boxers while she was distracted, he now took her hips firmly and held her in position as he drove in deep.
Given that Vinna’s body had blocked her view of Angelo’s manhood, Anna could only guess at his size. But if the brainless rolling of Vinna’s eyes and the sudden desperation with which she gripped Anna’s shoulders was anything to go by, he was very well-hung indeed.
Towering over them both, Angelo met Anna’s gaze with a wicked grin. ‘You know, I believe you were right. This cunt does need some attention. Now, let’s see how long it takes for her to start begging to cum, shall we?’
And with that, Angelo was fucking Vinna hard and deep and fast.
The view from Anna’s position was like watching a wet dream come to life. Clearly Vinna had been caught off guard, for after the initial penetration her face went blank – eyes closed, lips parted, low moan bubbling in her throat – unable to convey the pleasure. With his legs pressed against the edge of the bed and his grip on Vinna’s waist so tight his hands shook, Angelo had the perfect leverage to make every thrust devastatingly intense. After spending so much time teasing Anna, it seemed that all his restrained hunger was being released and the whipcrack of his crotch slapping against Vinna’s plump ass ricocheted around the room. With every invasion her whole body juddered in Anna’s embrace, her soft tits swinging beneath her.
Laid below the sensual blonde, Anna could not take her eyes off Vinna’s pretty face. The necklace seemed to throb around her neck as if congratulating her on the carnal deviants she had transformed her friends into.
And in that moment she understood why the manor had corrupted them all: simply because it could. When pleasure like this could be hidden in every corner and crevice – in jewellery and clothing and decorations – how could that temptation ever be resisted? Within the manor’s walls they were all just playthings.
‘That’s it, sir, fuck her sweet pussy. Pound her until she can’t think straight. Sink your big cock in deep and make her shake as she cums for you. Does she feel good? Don’t stop until she’s a brainless cumdump. Keep going, sir. Keep going.’
The use of her own words against her drew a partial scowl over Vinna’s face. Peering down at Anna she managed a half-smirk. ‘Very clever, bitch. But I’d be careful who you mess with, if I were you. If you’d been willing to be a good girl for us, I would have settled for a night of passion. But now I think I’d rather turn you into a drooling little sex kitten addicted to our bodies. Now I want to make you scream. And do you want to know something else?’ Leaning in closer, Vinna dropped her voice to a whisper. ‘I think you shouldn’t have let me distract you.’
Without warning, Anna’s world unravelled.
She hadn’t noticed Angelo pull out while Vinna was talking. Nor had she seen him lower his hips to align himself with Anna’s vulnerable pussy. But as he sank inside her now all the moans she had held back before came rushing out in an orgasmic wail.
Rolling to the side, Vinna allowed Angelo to lean over their maid, planting his fists in the bedsheets and driving in deep and slow.
Her hands scrabbling at the sheets, Anna could just about see Vinna looming over her through her rapidly fluttering lids. ‘Don’t worry, beautiful,’ Vinna said, caressing Anna’s neck tenderly, ‘we’ll teach you everything. We’ll show you how to turn all those naughty fantasies in your head into reality. I promise, by the time we’re finished you’ll live for the pleasures we can give you.’
As her body burned with euphoria, Anna felt her mind sinking into orgasmic bliss. With Angelo’s powerful thrusts sending ripples through her voluptuous body, one final thought filled her mind before she was submerged completely: she might have transformed Angelo and Vinna into her perfect playthings, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t their plaything too…
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I honestly don’t know how I ever managed to get this one written. Not because it was difficult, but because every single shot in the galleries for this scene is absolutely gorgeous. Trying to cut them down to just a select few to use in this piece was an actual nightmare because I was in love with every single one, so frankly it’s a miracle that this story exists at all.
Undeniably the main reason for that is that I straight up adore Anna Polina’s work. I suspect she’s probably one of the more obscure models in this series and thus likely one my readers may not have heard of before – though she has shown up on my blog before and I sincerely hope she will do again. I’ll admit the pearl necklace being the item to transform Adrian is basically a total repeat of Diamond’s transformation in Fantasy Resort, but I actually kind of like that. The idea that there are similar items with similar effects in different locations – or maybe even the same item that finds the person who needs it most at any given point – is really fun to me.
Another thing that was really fun was the chance to mix things up when it came to the transformations in this one, especially Adrian’s. When you write as many transformation scenes as I do it becomes extremely important to mix things up when you can otherwise it just becomes a series of endless boring repeats. So the fact that this one gave me some real horror vibes made it a blast to write and just further solidifies it as one of my favourite chapters of the whole series.
Hopefully it was just as cool for you to read as it was for me to write!
Image galleries: https://www.pornpics.com/galleries/blonde-babe-vinna-reed-her-man-have-a-steamy-threesome-with-their-maid-15504871/
