“You’re just in the body of a tileth,” said Lili. “They live in the far northern islands of the Great Sea.”
“Oh.” Cassandra had never heard of such a race, but she didn’t know everything in the world. “Why do they have four breasts?”
Lili slipped out of bed, unashamed by her nudity most likely because Cassandra was unashamed, and approached her. “I don’t know. But would you mind if I looked at your spines? I never got a chance to see them up close.”
“My spines?” asked Cassandra as she twisted her body and then saw in the mirror that horn-like spikes ran down her back, bright yellow spines that looked half-decorative and half-protective. “What they fuck are they for?”
“I do not know,” said Lili as she knelt behind the shocked shape-shifter and inspected the spines. “They are different. I’ve never fucked a tileth.” She placed her hands on Cassandra’s new hips. “Would you mind if we…”
Before Cassandra could answer, and before Lili could fully finish her question, Morgan barged in, slamming the heavy wooden door against the wall. “Cassandra! I need your help. Time is pressing!” He came up short. It wasn’t every day he saw a naked half-orc kneeling behind his wife, admiring her spine and ass, holding her hips, looking like she was ready to seduce the new body Cassandra occupied. “Am I interrupting something?”
“No,” said Cassandra quickly, stepping away from Lili and disappearing into her closet, searching for something appropriate to wear.
“Yes,” Lili contradicted her. “Who are you?” She didn’t mean it as a challenge, but it wasn’t exactly an invitation either.
Morgan paused and considered what he was doing. As tempting as it was to change plans, he had an obligation to fulfill. “I’m her husband,” Morgan said as Cassandra reappeared wearing a flowing robe that covered her double tits though the spines projecting from her back tented out the robe. “Maybe you remember me from yesterday when you were getting banged by my retainer. Knut?”
Lili rose carefully to her feet. “Little fucker. Where is he?” She calmly went about putting on her cloak and robe, but stuffing the metal links of her bikini in one of the voluminous pockets. She wasn’t ashamed to be naked in front of the wizard, but she didn’t want to put herself in the position of being perceived as weaker than she was. Her shapeless clothing gave her the power she needed.
“I’d like to know that as well,” said Morgan. “But at the moment I need the assistance of my wife. If I could tear her away from you?” Sarcasm dripped from his lips. “But time is pressing and I need help in my laboratory.”
“Of course dear,” Cassandra said smoothly. “How can I help you? Lili was just leaving.”
“I was hoping perhaps if you had more time,” said Lili, “we could spend the day together.”
Both husband and wife goggled at the prostitute.
“No charge, of course.” She smiled, her pointed teeth alluring and dangerous.
“Not right now, Lili,” Cassandra replied.
Lili settled back on the bed. “I can wait.”
Morgan was both intrigued and annoyed. And pressed for time. The prostitute wasn’t a threat inside the walls. She could safely be ignored for a few minutes. “Let her wait. I need your help, Cassandra.”
The shape-shifter nodded and followed him out the door, leaving a disappointed Lili alone.
It almost made her feel bad for overcharging Cassandra. She wasn’t going to return the money, but would simply offer her more sex as recompense. Lili decided to wait.
Down in Morgan’s laboratory, Cassandra found her husband deep in the middle of what she had hoped was research, but she knew instinctively was not.
“What are you doing?”
“Just a simple summoning spell,” Morgan said casually as he went to the table where he kept his primary magic book. He started muttering the words to complete the spell and handed his wife a pair of long silver needles
Cassandra eyed the complex diagram on the floor and let her eyes drift upward. The same complex diagram was repeated on the ceiling, only in mirror image. This was not a simple summoning spell. “Who or what are you summoning?” She moved to the side and pointed the needles at the diagram; she had assisted Morgan in this sort of thing before.
“Her name is Grizelda Hrzinger.”
Cassandra’s brow furrowed. “That’s not a demon name.”
“She’s a giant. Giantess, actually.” He traced some obscure motions in the air which simmered greasily as he unleashed some magical energy.
“Oh. This is for Sim.”
“Uh-huh.” Cassandra turned and saw the big man sitting on a wooden chair in the corner of the room. There was a thick line drawn in chalk on the floor in front of him.
“Hello,” she greeted the big man. “Why are you sitting over there?”
“I was told to.”
“He kept wandering into the isolation illustration so I had to put him someplace out of the way,” Morgan explained. He held his hands wide and let the energy of the multiverse flow through him.
Snapping her head around, Cassandra focused on her husband. “Summoning demons is dangerous enough. Why are you summoning a giantess?”
“She’s the witch that stole Sim’s cock.” Her face was strained with concentration from focusing energy to bring forth the giantess.
“She’s a giantess and a witch?”
“Yes.” His teeth were clench in pain.
“Did you give any thought to how she’s going to fit into this room?” Cassandra asked.
Morgan’s eyes went wide and he lost focus for half a second. “Shit! No!”
There was an immense thunderclap inside the room that deafened all three occupants. They were suddenly joined by the enormous figure of a fourth.
The giantess wasn’t that giant, at least to Cassandra’s eyes. She filled the room from floor to ceiling, and instead of having the usual misshapen facial features of most giants with protruding teeth, sharp cheekbones, uneven eyes, and lumpy head she was rather attractive. Her body and face was proportional; Cassandra would even describe her as an amazon rather than a giant. The fact that she was completely naked made her even more attractive.
“Who dares summon Grizelda Hrzinger!” She growled and started to move forward, but encountered the invisible wall of the containment diagram. Magical energy crackled and knocked her to her ass. Morgan fell to his knees.
“Fuck,” he cursed. The pentagram on his forehead glowed bright blue. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t force a summoning on me!” Grizelda Hrzinger howled.
“She’s beautiful,” Sim said, a beatific look on his face.
He wasn’t wrong. It was just unusual to see an attractive woman who stood almost ten feet tall, naked and trapped behind a magical barrier. She was angry and that contorted her features.
“She’s crazed,” Cassandra commented.
Grizelda Hrzinger slammed a balled up fist against the barrier. Morgan retched in pain. Grizelda Hrzinger screamed in pain, clutching her hand from the burning impact of the barrier.
“See?” Cassandra asked Morgan.
“Stop hitting,” Morgan begged. “You’ll kill the both of us.”
“Why have you trapped me here?” Grizelda Hrzinger demanded. A faint wisp of smoke rose from her charred skin.
“You stole his cock,” Morgan cried, pointing at Sim.
Grizelda Hrzinger took notice of the human and pulled herself up from the floor. Her breasts were large and there was a tangle of thick brown curls at the apex of her legs. Wavy brown hair fell down her back. If he hadn’t had a headache and a churning gut, Morgan would have found her attractive. “So what if I did?” she said, struggling off her knees to get to her feet. She looked down at herself and seemed to notice for the first time that she was naked; she wasn’t perturbed in the least.
“I don’t care why you took it. Give it back.”
The giantess smiled. It was a wicked smile. Her teeth were even and white. Brilliant
white. Her lips were blood red. The more Morgan looked at her, the more he realized she wasn’t just attractive. She was beautiful. It was unnatural. “Why should I?”
Morgan struggled back to his feet and held himself up by the edge of the table. He focused on not puking. It occurred to him that Grizelda Hrzinger was probably very ugly and had used her magic to either alter her appearance or set up the illusion she was beautiful. Based on the theft of Sim’s cock, it was most likely the former. “Because you’re trapped in my tower and if you’ll return it, that will be the end of this little bit of nastiness.”
“Why should a wizard care what happens to a shepherd?” asked Grizelda Hrzinger.
“He’s a quarryman,” Morgan replied. “And he lives in my city and therefore is under my protection.”
Grizelda Hrzinger folded her arms under her breasts, pushing them upward and outward, making them look bigger than they were. Morgan wanted to avert his eyes, but didn’t want to seem weak to the giantess. “Doesn’t he like having a huge cock?” she asked, amused. “Don’t human men always want a larger cock? I did him a favor.”
“He passes out every time he gets an erection. Fix it.”
“No,” she said boldly. “I have need of his cock.” Her smile broadened. “It amuses me to see my brother suffer.”
“Now we get to the crux of the problem,” said Morgan. “Swap them back.”
“No.”
“Do it or remain forever trapped here.”
“No!” She screamed and pounded her fists against the barrier. Even naked and trapped in the containment circle she was able to access the magical energy that filled the world. She was isolated and so the magic was limited, but she was angry and focused. She poured that energy and anger into her fists. Cassandra could feel the giantess started to break down the barrier and there was little that Morgan could do about it. She kept the silver needles pointed at the barrier, trying to infuse extra energy into the invisible wall, but even what she did was too little. She was no wizard or witch; she was just married to one.
The light from Morgan’s pentagram filled the laboratory with blue light. It wasn’t blinding but it was distracting. Morgan was in over his head and when the barrier finally collapsed, so did he, bouncing his temple off the edge of the table as he fell.
Grizelda Hrzinger stepped over the lines on the floor and flashed an evil smile. Cassandra wasn’t intimidated. She saw the giantess’s hands were charred and bloody. Grizelda Hrzinger was putting on a good show, but she was weak and Cassandra knew that Knut would protect her.
But Knut wasn’t there.
“Shit,” she cursed and shifted her grip on the needles. It had been a long time since she had been in a fight.
“Don’t,” Sim said from his seat in the chair. He was still following Morgan’s order not to move. Grizelda Hrzinger paused when Sim spoke. She’d never admit it to anyone—least of all her peers and certainly not to humans—but she found Sim to be rather attractive…for a human.
The pause was more than enough time for Lili to take control of the situation. The half-orc came barreling into the lab and jumped off the table to kick Grizelda Hrzinger in the head, knocking her aside. She shrieked in anger. Cassandra noted that Lili was wearing the fully useless chainmail bikini. It somehow seemed appropriate for the moment.
As the giantess scrabbled to her feet, ducking her head to avoid the ceiling, Lili snatched up Knut’s heavy axe he had left in the corner and brandished it in front of her. Grizelda Hrzinger took a step forward, moving on Cassandra, but the half-orc wasn’t intimidated. “Try it,” she spat out between her sharp teeth. “Just try it.” Showing remarkable strength, Lili whirled the axe through the air.
Grizelda Hrzinger considered her lack of hand-to-hand fighting skills along with her lack of armor, and moved back to the wall. “What do you want again?” she grumpily asked Morgan who was getting unsteadily to his feet.
“Put Sim’s cock back where it belongs,” Morgan insisted. A trickle of blood seeped from the wound caused by his impact with the table.
“Why didn’t you just ask?” she said sweetly and snapped the fingers in both her hands.
Sim screamed in surprise and pain.
“Done,” said Grizelda Hrzinger. “Release me now.”
“It’s back!” Sim declared, lifting his kilt. “Big Little Sim is back!”
“Satisfied?” Grizelda Hrzinger sneered.
“Thank you,” Morgan replied.
“Well?” the giantess demanded.
“You are released.”
She disappeared in a thunderbolt.
“My fucking head,” Morgan complained. The glow from his pentagram had faded to nothing.
Sim leaped out of his chair, holding his kilt up to his waist, displaying his cock. “Little Big Sim is back!” he happily declared again. “Little Big Sim is back! How do I thank you?”
Sim gave Morgan a crushing hug. “That’s all the thanks I need. We can’t have giants stealing the manhood of the city, can we?”
“And let me thank you,” said Cassandra to Lili who was in the middle of placing Knut’s axe back into the corner.
“Your hospitability demanded an appropriate response,” the half-orc said.
Despite the situation, Cassandra found herself ogling Lili’s body. The chainmail hid nothing from the imagination. Morgan noticed his wife’s leer and joined her in admiring Lili.
“I would like to thank you as well,” he said to her. “I don’t know what we would have done without you. It seems that my loyal retainer is failing in his duties. I should offer them to you.”
The half-orc let out a grunting laugh. “I don’t think so. I make better money at Miss Brandywine’s.”
“It pays half a bag of gold coins a week,” Morgan said quickly.
“And you don’t have to wear a chainmail bikini,” Cassandra added.
Morgan gave her a side eye. “And you don’t have to have sex with strangers.”
“But I like sex with strangers and I look good in a chainmail bikini.”
Morgan silently agreed with her on the later statement. “The offer still stands.”
“What about Knut?” asked Lili.
“What about Knut?” said the grumpy dwarf as he marched into the laboratory, stomping his feet. He looked around and sniffed the air. “What in the names of the Eleven Hells happened here. Smells like burned feet and dirty cunt.”
Lili walked over to him and bashed him in the face with her balled fist.
Chapter Ten
Morgan was too nervous to relax. His cock kept wavering between rigidity and softness. It wasn’t that he couldn’t perform. It was that he was afraid Lili would snip it off with her sharp teeth.
But the half-orc knew how to give an excellent blowjob.
So Morgan found himself struggling to completely enjoy what Lili was doing while thinking about what his wife had told him. Sex with Lili was exciting…because it was so dangerous. Or at least it felt dangerous.
Lili removed his cock from between her lips—and more importantly from between her sharp incisors—and looked up at him. “Are you sure you don’t…ummm…prefer sex with men. Ummm. I’ve heard things about….ummm…wizards.”
The moans that interrupted her speech weren’t from a need to search for the correct word. She was distracted by the way Cassandra was fucking her.
While he was lying flat on his back, Lili was on her hands and knees crouched over the lower half of his body with her ass in the air. It was a lovely ass, tattooed and muscular. Kneeling behind Lili was Cassandra who was gripping Lili’s hips and slowly fucking her cunt. Or maybe her ass. From his angle Morgan couldn’t tell.
The curse that Cassandra suffered under—the curse that he had inadvertently given her—always gave her a humanoid body, and it was usually a human body but there were exceptions. Elves were the most common followed by dwarves and other exotics. The rarest variation was when Cassandra woke up wearing a male body.
It was
always a bit of a shock to Morgan when he woke up next to a man. This morning was no different, even if the young man’s body that Cassandra was easily as beautiful as any woman she had been, it was just the juxtaposition of the situation that threw him. Cassandra always easily adapted. She had to. And since she was given this opportunity so rarely, she wanted to make the most of it.
In the past Morgan had no trouble sucking her off and letting her—him—fuck him however he wanted, but today was a unique opportunity and Lili—given her experience in Miss Brandywine’s bordello—was happy to play along.
So Cassandra—Cass as she liked to be called when she was a man—was even more eager to fuck the half-orc than he was to fuck Morgan. Though that was surely coming as well.
“I prefer it with my wife,” said Morgan as he looked at the androgynous man kneeling behind Lili. Cass’s bright smile couldn’t be hidden regardless of the body she inhabited. “But she wanted to see you suck me, so here we are.”
Lili’s smile was unfocused. “Your wife knows how to fuck me. She uses a cock better than most men.”
“Am I going to make you cum?” asked Cass.
“Uh-huh.”
“Maybe I should stop.” The motions of his hips ceased.
“No!” Lili burst out. “Make me cum!”
“Make her cum!” screamed Knut from his position against the wall. As a concession to Lili, Knut had been forced to watch the three of them fuck while he was stripped naked and shackled upside down to the wall, his limbs stretched out to their limits. He was watching them closely and so had a huge erection. Instead of curving upward toward the ceiling, it pointed down at the floor. Even so it was impressively thick, but he wouldn’t get to use it today, at Lili’s request. She wanted to torture him. Her reason?
Knut had gone to Miss Brandywine’s and hired another prostitute while she was waiting for him at Morgan’s tower.
Morgan saw it as a valid complaint.
He wondered how upset Knut would be when he found out that his job would now be shared by Lili.
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