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‘Look at her,’ Matthias breathed. His breath was warm on Kian’s cheek, his words like viruses burrowing through his brain. ‘Look at her and tell me how much she meant to you.’
Kian didn’t want to reply, but there was something irresistible laced through Matthias’s deep voice, the temptation to obey too powerful to resist. Matthias was a flaming torch. Kian a moth. And despite the danger Kian could do nothing besides what he was told.
On the opposite side of the street a woman was watering the flowers of her garden: Sasha. His Sasha. Even in her soil-caked trousers and vest her beauty was evident, her scruffy attire doing little to distract from her sultry figure. As Kian watched she paused, her attention distracted by a pair of songbirds flitting along the garden fence, and when she looked up to watch them her pretty face was like a knife between his ribs.
Because even though her warm eyes and smiling lips had once stolen his heart, now those same features also stared back at Kian from his own reflection. It was like being in some twisted dream, watching his wife through her own eyes even as she was oblivious to his plight so close by.
‘She was my world,’ he whispered. ‘From the moment I met her I wanted nothing more than to spend my life with her. She made me the man I am, showed me what love means. I would do anything for her.’
Matthias’s chuckle was thick with sinister satisfaction. ‘Then why are you stood here letting me hold you like you used to hold her? Why are you letting me tease this stolen body?’
Kian couldn’t bring himself to answer.
His body was as much a warzone as his mind, and about as far removed from his control too. Although his body was a perfect mirror of his wife’s, it still felt as if his transformation was ongoing, the lingering sensations echoing through his insides and churning up fresh pleasure with each orgasmic pulse. The softening of his body into supple curves and hairless skin; the swelling of his plump tits and plumper ass; the regression of his cock and balls into a tight pussy that throbbed arousal through his fleshy thighs. Even his scalp was still tingling, as if the silky brown waves that had sprouted from his dusty mop were still growing.
And alongside everything, this new body was reacting to Matthias in all the worst ways. Because while Kian looked like Sasha on the outside, none of her smiling sweetness had come along for the ride. Instead his vessel was a blank slate, a shell devoid of any sense of right and wrong. Without this ingrained morality, his instincts only knew what felt good and what felt bad – and the sordid touch of the man beside him felt very, very good indeed.
To Kian’s dismay, it seemed Matthias knew exactly what effect his presence was having.
Spinning Kian around, Matthias abruptly buried his face into the transformed man’s neck. With shameless hunger he savaged the soft skin of Kian’s throat with kisses, his lips hot and wet and intoxicating. Disoriented by the sudden shift in position, Kian found himself pulled hard against Matthias’s body, his new tits squashed against the man’s chest while a strong hand hoisted one leg up so that Kian was forced to rely on the other hand clamped around his flank to keep him from overbalancing.
But it wasn’t his corrupter’s burst of depravity that stabbed horror through Kian’s gut. It was the way he responded to it.
Kian giggled. He giggled. More than that, he tilted his head back to allow Matthias easier access to his neck, long brown hair swishing back and forth across his shoulders as the ravenous kissing continued. Worst of all, rather than push Matthias away Kian held him closer, one hand rising to clasp his neck while the other looped around the man’s broad, powerful shoulders.
‘See, doesn’t this feel good, beautiful?’ For the first time Matthias sounded almost kind when he spoke, his tone seductive yet encouraging. ‘And this is just a taste. When you’re with me, pleasure is only over a heartbeat away.’
As if on cue, Kian’s earrings emitted a soft pulse of power. In response, his lingerie dissolved into thin air. Suddenly naked, Kian’s giggles intensified as his rigid nipples rubbed against the smooth material of Matthias’s suit while droplets of lust began to trickle down his thighs.
Banishing the waves of deviant delight felt like beating at fog, but with a supreme effort Kian managed to take control of his body.
‘No… no… this isn’t me.’ Shaking his head, he pushed away weakly from Matthias’s chest, only for the man to lean forward and follow her. ‘I love Sasha. I would never betray her like this.’
Matthias’s words crept up Kian’s neck to crawl into his ears. ‘If you love her so much then why aren’t you trying to stop me? Why aren’t you trying to escape? Don’t you want to have her back? Or is there just too much sluttiness in this new body for you to resist?’
The mixture of confusion and unwanted arousal sent a tremble through Kian’s voice as he replied. ‘I never asked for this. You did this to me. You’re a monster. I don’t know what you want with me, but no matter what you do I’ll never stop loving Sasha.’
All the kindness was gone from Matthias’s voice as he gave a cold chuckle. ‘If I had a nickel… Well, since your wife is so amazing, I’m sure you’ll understand if I decide to take a more intimate taste of her.’
They didn’t waste time moving across the room.
Instead there was another surge of energy from the earrings, and Kian suddenly found himself lying on the mattress with his legs raised onto Matthias’s back and the man’s head buried between his thighs.
The instant explosion of ecstasy that tore through his groin threatened to tear Kian’s psyche apart, and on instinct his hands flew down to grip the strong fingers holding his legs in place. Breathing was suddenly a foreign concept as his lungs seized, and for a moment he was certain his heart had stopped. Then there was furious pulse battering against his ribs, his back arched and an orgasmic howl tore from his throat. By the time he slumped back down he had just about remembered how to breathe – enough at least to drag in staccato gulps and gasps.
After several minutes, Kian mustered enough strength to look down at the man gorging on his stolen pussy. When he did he found that Matthias’s suit jacket had not made the jump, the garment instead lying in a heap on the tiles halfway across the room. The man’s eyes were fixed on Kian’s face, victory glittering in their depths.
And in truth, part of Kian knew Matthias had indeed already won.
It wasn’t quite accurate to say that Kian didn’t know how Matthias had transformed him. Granted he didn’t understand the magic involved, and he was still working on believing it, but there was no doubt the corruptive power was all in the earrings.
They had been waiting for him when he woke up. Less than half an hour ago, Kian had groggily knocked off his alarm clock and found a little black box sat beside it on the bedside table. With it was a little card bearing a note in Sasha’s dainty handwriting: Something to make you smile xx
In hindsight Kian realised the earrings were the perfect trap. Given his irregular shifts it was rare for him and Sasha to wake up at the same time, and if she was out of bed first she often left sweet notes or gifts for him to wake up to. As such, the little box had seemed perfectly normal – until he opened the lid.
The enchanted jewellery had scythed through the air towards him. The brief prick of pain as they sank into his earlobes was quickly eclipsed by waves of euphoria as their magic began to flow through his body. Yet despite the open windows in their bedroom, Kian’s orgasmic moans once the transformation set in never reached Sasha in the garden below, for in the blink of an eye he found himself transported into Matthias’s embrace in the house across the street. There he had squirmed and screamed as the earrings warped him into the mirror image of his wife, all while he watched her blithely gardening through the window, unaware of her husband’s magical abduction.
Now, the hot, wet strokes of Matthias’s tongue were rapidly reducing the foundations of Kian’s psyche to rubble and fragmenting his rebuttals before they could reach his lips.
‘This… isn’t… I’m not… don’t care what you are… I still love…’
In yet another terrifying show of power, Matthias didn’t bother pulling back to answer out loud. His voice simply invaded Kian’s mind instead.
What, slut? You love what? Are you still trying to pretend you love that little beauty across the road? Or is it actually my tongue you can’t get enough of? My hands on your body and the knowledge that you’re going to love every second of all the unspeakable things we’re going to do together?
Kian could feel himself unravelling. With Matthias’s wicked words weaving through his mind and the irresistible pleasure of the man’s touch slowly consuming him from the inside out, it was increasingly clear there was only one way this would end.
But before he broke, Kian had to know what he’d done to earn Matthias’s erotic wrath.
His captor’s cold laugh rang through Kian’s head before he even asked the question out loud. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. That’s not how I hunt. I don’t go around waiting for somebody to cross me before corrupting them – I simply follow the scent of sexual insecurity.
I’ve seen your story more times than I can remember. A sexually anxious loser can’t believe or understand why their spouse could possibly love them. No matter how much your partner says otherwise, people like you never believe you deserve them. You tell yourself there are better lovers out there: richer guys, hotter guys, guys who can give her far more than you ever could. And if you know how to sense it, that pathetic fear burns bright like a beacon.
I just follow the trail you leave behind. I find you and move in nearby, waiting and watching for a way to expose you to my magic. I take you and transform you and twist up reality so you’re my playthings. And then I whisk you back to my real home. The place where I keep all the lost souls like you as my harem of whores.
At last, Matthias reared up. The lower half of his face was dripping with glistening pussy juices and his chest heaved as he caught his breath after minutes of surviving on brief gasps snatched from between her thighs.
Kian was breathing just as deeply, his plump tits bobbing as he did so. ‘Then what are you waiting for? If you’re going to abduct me why are we even still here?’
A sinister smirk crept slowly across Matthias’s nectar-glossed lips. ‘Because the final decision must be yours.’
This time the pulse of magic from the earrings left them in an even more intimate position.
Kneeling on the mattress, Matthias supported himself on powerful arms as he leaned back in order to thrust his hips in his captive’s direction. As for Kian, he was raised up on all fours with the folds of his new sex nestled around the head of Matthias’s suddenly exposed cock. The man’s clothes had vanished completely now, and his powerful frame rippled with muscle as the tip of his thick manhood teased Kian with the pleasure that awaited if he chose to take the rest of him.
Flooded with fresh temptation, Kian’s pretty features warped into a mask of breathless ecstasy. It took everything he had left not to slam his hips against Matthias and begin riding him immediately, but somehow he managed to restrain himself.
Matthias’s chuckle sounded even more sordid out loud. ‘I have to admit, you’re stronger than most of my victims. Usually they cave to the pleasure before I even have a chance to explain what’s happening. Still, in my experience it’s always the ones like you who make the most devoted slaves. Because once you know the truth and still submit to me, then from that point on you’ll only ever live to serve.
‘You see, those earrings contain a very special enchantment. They don’t just transform you, they warp reality to satisfy the desires of the one who cast the enchantment. If I want my prey to become a hedonistic mirror of their innocent wife, that’s what they become; if I want them naked on the mattress with my head between their legs, the earrings make it happen. Except I always work a loophole into the enchantment: my prey can reject the earrings at any time they choose. If you wanted to, you could take them off right now and everything would go back to the way it was before. You would wake up in your bed and this would all become just a bad dream.’
Matthias’s cold eyes slid down to Kian’s pussy. Following his gaze, Kian realised his fleshy thighs were trembling as he struggled not to ride his captor.
‘But if you choose to accept this new reality, then the loophole closes. You become mine forever. My shameless, insatiable, amoral little fuckdoll desperate to spend an eternity worshipping my body. You leave this life behind and become my immortal fuckmeat.’
Kian desperately wanted to take one last look at Sasha. It would have been so easy – just a twist of the head to see his beloved wife a final time. But the urges of this new body were so strong, the hunger to fuck Matthias so agonising that even the slightest movement would shatter the thin veneer of control he’d managed to cling to. All he could do was keep staring at the man who had turned him into this.
When he spoke, Kian’s voice was just as fragile as his resistance. ‘What about Sasha? What happens to her?’
‘She forgets you. In this new reality you never existed. That means you never met, you never moved in, you never married.’ Matthias’s voice lowered to a whisper, his eyes boring into Kian’s. ‘But we both know that’s for the best, isn’t it? Every night you tell yourself you don’t deserve her. If you give yourself up to me then she’ll have the chance to meet somebody who does. You keep saying you love her, but if that were true than you’d want her to be happy. And she’ll never be truly happy so long as she’s with you.’
There were tears in Kian’s eyes now. Deep down, he knew Matthias was just exploiting his fears. Manipulating his insecurities into blades that cut deep and sliced his psyche to tatters in the process. But despite this knowledge his arguments were as persuasive as the waves of pleasure rolling through his groin as his pussy yearned for the rest of Matthias’s dick. His will to resist was all but spent, and he could feel the sensuous woman within aching to be free.
When Kian finally replied, each word was a death knell. ‘If only I can accept this new reality, then that means I can decide on conditions, right?’
‘Of course. As many as you like, so long as I agree to them.’
Kian met Matthias’s gaze. ‘Just one. Please, let her be happy.’
Matthias grinned. ‘As you wish,’ he said, gesturing through the window.
Out in the garden, Sasha was still admiring the birds. But now there was a figure behind her – a handsome man with a kind face who darted forwards to cover her eyes with his hands and exploited her brief blindness to pepper her neck with kisses. Giggling, Sasha lifted his hands before spinning to face him and meeting his lips with hers. Even from this distance the passion in their embrace was palpable, and her giggles only intensified when the man scooped her up and carried her back into the house, her hands already unbuttoning his shirt as they disappeared inside.
In that moment, Kian let go. So long as Sasha was happy, he would willingly spend forever as Matthias’s carnal cumdump. With a shallow sigh he finally succumbed to his feminine urges and allowed himself to sink down onto the man’s waiting cock.
Before he could reach the base, however, the earrings flared their power once again. Abruptly Kian found himself on his back once again, Matthias’s muscular form slung low over her as he pummelled her saturated sex with orgasmic thrusts. With one leg hooked over his shoulder and her neck clamped in his powerful hand, she was entirely at his mercy. Instantly, Kian’s moans swirled thick through the air.
Matthias’s voice was hungry and horny and hot as fuck as he growled into her ear. ‘I’m glad you finally came round to my way of thinking, Kia. I know you’re going to fit in very well with the rest of my harem. But we don’t have to rush back to them just yet, do we? After all, nobody is going to disturb us here, and right now the only thing I want is to hear you tell me exactly what you want me to do to this slutty stolen body of yours.’
Another pulse. Another wave of magic. And then the words were spilling from Kia’s lips as she voiced the cravings she would be enslaved by for the rest of eternity.
‘I want you to fuck me senseless, Master. I want you to fuck me and fill me and use me until I can’t remember this life or the last. I want to be your cocksleeve forever. And ever. And ever…’
Thanks for reading!
As far as my rewrites go, this one wound up pretty far from the original, not to mention significantly longer than planned. Then again, the unexpected length was, in a way, kind of expected, since this was one of the first stories I wrote after finishing Club Fantasy back in July. Previous longform series have taught me that stories written in the aftermath often end up being longer than normal, since my writing brain has been set in the mindset of producing pieces with a page count in double digits.
I’ll be the first to admit that I think the pacing here suffers slightly as a result, but on the whole I’m still very happy with the result. And compared with the piece I’ll be releasing next week, this one looks almost snappy. That said, I do think next week’s competes with The House of Reveries as my favourite of the month despite its length, so I look forward to you being able to read it once it goes live.
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