She sucked him to a full-blown erection and then he pulled his cock from her mouth. They moved together to the bed. She got on her back and opened her legs. He slipped into her cunt without a problem, the orgasm he had already given her had made her incredibly wet.
“Oh fuck that’s good,” he said as he sank all the way into her cunt. It was warm and inviting, but he couldn’t help but compare it to Mulberry’s. The fairy’s was hotter but Cassandra’s managed to grip him in a more satisfactory fashion. Then again, he was used to fucking a new woman every day, so comparisons were something he was intimately familiar with. Intimately.
“As good as that slut Mulberry?” Cassandra asked him.
“Maybe…and don’t call her a slut.”
“Everyone knows fairies are sluts.”
“Just because they have no sexual hang ups?” Morgan asked as he started rocking his hips in a steady rhythm.
“No, because they’ll fuck anything.”
“I have that same problem,” he pointed out.
“I know,” said Cassandra. “So do I. But she can’t fuck you like I can.” Her hips rose up to meet Morgan’s every thrust.
“Yeah. Uh-huh.”
His underwhelming reaction made her frown. “What…what do you mean. I can fuck better than her. I know it.”
“Um…yeah,” Morgan answered too quickly. “It’s just that she’s a fairy and she…she was on top when we fucked.”
Moving quicker than Morgan would have thought possible for his wife, he found himself flipped over and was now underneath Cassandra as she pleasantly rolled her hips back and forth, making his cock explore her cunt in ways it had never before.
“Like this?”
“Yeah but she…”
“She what?” Cassandra prompted.
“She spread her wings,” he finished lamely.
His wife wasn’t fooled. “Don’t give me that. You weren’t interested in her wings.”
“She…she was lighter than you.”
They had stopped moving now, Morgan was still hard inside her but he wasn’t certain how long that would last. “Are you calling me fat?”
There was nothing fat about Cassandra’s current body. If anything she was too lean, all muscles and long limbs. The only bit of her body that wasn’t perfectly taut and firm were her tits, and even they were firmer than they had any right to be.
And it wasn’t like Morgan needed a perfect body to enjoy sex. He had fucked Cassandra when she had worn all manner of bodies: thin, fat, fit, soft, athletic, muscled, human or not, all color and all varieties. If anything, Morgan had a fetish for variety over constancy.
“No! Not at all! She’s a fairy her body…it’s like she has bird bone. Hollow. She was incredibly light.” Her grabbed Cassandra’s hips and motioned like he wanted to lift her, but he wasn’t strong enough. “It was like I was using her to jerk off. I moved her body and her cunt rode on my cock.”
It was a terrible explanation, but Cassandra was an understanding wife. Still, she shook her head at him in amusement. “I bet you liked that, didn’t you.”
“Yes…?” he answered uncertainly.
“I would have liked to have seen it.”
“I could probably arrange that.”
“I’d rather fuck you right now though.” She bent forward and kissed his lips as her tits dragged across his chest. “Do you want to cum in me?”
“Always.”
“Did you cum in her?”
“Yes.”
“Did you like it?” Her hips were rolling again and Morgan was right on the edge, but he needed to hold back until she came. He could at least do that for her.
“Yes.”
“Do you like fucking two women in the same day?”
“Yes…” he groaned.
“Do you want to know what I was doing while you were fucking a fairy?” she whispered in his ear, as if there was any secret between them.
“Yes.” This time it was a moan. He could barely hold back.
“I was visiting Master Juten’s house,” she confided.
“What? You didn’t?” He couldn’t hold back any further. He cock jumped inside her cunt and then he was over the edge. He shot jet after jet of cum inside of his wife.
The heat he injected into her was enough for Cassandra. She laughed in delight as a real orgasm, made without the aid of magic, filled her body.
“So what’s the problem with fucking a fairy?”
“Mulberry’s the fairy dust thief.”
They were lounging in the bed after fucking. It was late. Moonlight was slanting through the window and the time was approaching where Cassandra had to take off her necklace and do her daily change. Morgan both eagerly looked forward to her new body and dreaded losing what they already had.
“Mulberry’s the thief?” Cassandra asked, rightly surprised.
“Yes.”
“How do you know?”
“Magic,” he explained with a wave of his fingers.
“Right.”
“You asked.”
“Why would she steal from the enclave?”
“My guess is for the money. All humanoids are the same. Greed isn’t unknown among the fairies.” He sighed and pulled the pillow over his face. “The worst part is I think she fucked me to keep me quiet, as if a little exotic cunt would keep me from doing what I’m supposed to do.”
“Isn’t she the one who hired you to find the thief?”
“Yeah, that’s the part I don’t get.”
Cassandra was about to say something more, but winced before she could speak. The pain looked awful, not the wonderful sort of pain he often beheld on her face when she was in the throes of orgasm.
“Is the change coming?” Morgan asked.
“Uh-huh,” she panted.
“Take off the necklace,” he told her, reaching for her neck.
“I don’t want to. I love this body.” She winced again. “You loved this body. The sex was so good.” This time she retched, trying to keep her gorge down, she doubled over, curling up on her side, her legs tangled into the bedclothes.
Since she no longer had the ability to protest, Morgan simply reached behind her neck and opened the necklace’s clasp, lifting it off. Briefly Cassandra met his eyes, her brilliant green eyes offset by her dark skin.
The change was often different, but always followed the same general routine. The definition of her skin changed. It sagged and bubbled. Half the reason Morgan had created the necklace was so she didn’t have to randomly change. He had pegged the time to the middle of the night when she would be asleep and the pain hopefully forgotten.
There was no such forgetting the pain tonight. Morgan’s heart was crushed as he witnessed—again—the great pain his wife went through every day.
For just the briefest of moments he saw her face. Cassandra’s face. It was a face he had seen too few times in his life. It was her face. Her actual face. It was now just the neutral point between the old body and the new one.
While it was thrilling to have a wife with a new body every day, it was also heartbreaking as well.
When the change was over Cassandra made a single curse.
“Fuck,”
She was shaking. The pain had passed but it wasn’t forgotten.
“Are you okay?” he asked her lamely. Morgan already knew the answer; he knew what she was going to say.
“Okay? No. Alive? Yes. For another day.” Cassandra closed her eyes. “I’m going to sleep now.”
“Okay. I love you,” he said as she quickly passed into slumber. After a moment he took the chance to look at her new body. More often than not the bodies she inhabited were young and beautiful, or at least unique. There were plenty of exceptions, but this was not one of those occasions.
For the next turn of the sun Cassandra would be a young woman with blonde hair streaked with auburn highlights. Her skin was heavily freckled. There was the slightest hint of a scar running down her ribcage, some long-forgotten injury t
hat neither of them had ever know. Her limbs were thicker than average, giving her a full, supple appearance. Not that it mattered.
Morgan just wanted his wife back then. What she went through for their mutual pleasure wasn’t worth it.
The next morning Cassandra work up horny like she always did. Ever since she was cursed she had an almost insatiable sex drive.
There were good and bad sides to that part of the curse. While she was always eager to try out what her new body could do, she couldn’t get pregnant, or so it seemed. After years of fucking Cassandra was convinced she was barren but Morgan was certain the changes just forced her body into a state of never being fertile.
They didn’t discuss it more than strictly necessary.
This morning Morgan woke up with Cassandra’s pretty pink lips wrapped around his cock.
There were worse ways to wake up.
“You don’t have to, honey,” he said.
She let his cock slip from between her lips and plot wetly back onto his belly. “I don’t have to,” she said as she worked her hand up and down his shaft, “but I want to. I always want to.”
Her eyes were glittering blue, an incredible sky blue combined with an unnatural glitter. Morgan, like almost every human male, woke up with morningwood and his wife was taking advantage of that.
He didn’t mind.
“Want me to finish you off with my mouth or my cunt?” she asked as she climbed up on top of him and slowly got herself into position. Morgan noted that the triangle of hair at the apex of her legs was the same combination as what was on her head.
“It looks like I don’t have much of a choice,” he said as she lowered her wet sex onto his rigid cock. They smiled at each other, sharing a secret that no one else in the Five Lands knew but if they spoke it aloud, it would no longer be a secret.
Sometimes the sex was merely good and satisfying. Their morning duty only took a quarter hour but fulfilled both of their needs.
Afterwards there was a flurry of activity. Morgan was expecting a visit from the fairies. The investigation hadn’t taken much time at all. The hardest part was going to be putting a conclusion on it.
Mulberry flew in the window to his laboratory, just like he had requested. It was an easy feat for her and gave them a modicum of privacy.
Even in her diminutive state, Mulberry was incredibly attractive. Even after fucking his wife that morning, Morgan found his cock stirring when his eyes fell on the fairy. Of course, for her part, Mulberry was doing her best to appear every inch the sultry harlot. The dress she wore today was thinner than he had seen on any of the fairies in the enclave. He could clearly see not just the outline of her nipples through the gossamer material, but also the color. The dress didn’t come down to anything less than a scandalous height. When she alighted on his table, her cunt wasn’t visible, but Morgan estimated the bottom hem of the dress was exactly level with her cunt lips. How it didn’t ride up on her hips was beyond him.
“You have news for me?” she asked, a knowing smile on her lips.
“The investigation was easier than I thought,” he reported. “It was also…unsettling.”
For just a moment a worried look passed over Mulberry’s face. It happened so quickly that Morgan almost doubted he had seen it. “Should we celebrate with a good vigorous fucking?” Mulberry asked. “Can you make me grow so I can see what it’s like to fuck like a human instead of just get fucked by one?”
“I could do that,” Morgan said, nodding and worriedly running his fingers through his short beard. “But I won’t.”
“Worried about the wife?” Mulberry said. She started to hike up her dress, displaying her pouting cunt lips, unconcerned with what the wizard was thinking…or doing.
“Not at all. She actually expressed an interest in fucking a fairy. It’s something she hasn’t done.”
“Then invite her down. A three-way would be fun.”
Morgan frowned and nervously wiggled his fingers. Betrayal wasn’t his strong suit. “My wife isn’t the problem. Queen Rosepetal Amberbell is.”
Mulberry froze. “Why should she be a problem?”
“Because she’s the one I reported your theft to,” said Morgan calmly.
Mulberry hissed at him, displaying her sharp teeth. “I stole nothing.”
“Magic says otherwise. She’s also the one who asked me to detain you.”
Fairies were creatures of extreme emotions. Mulberry launched herself into the air directly at Morgan, a small silver rapier appearing in her hand. Before she reached the wizard, she abruptly changed direction and zipped toward the window.
She didn’t see the invisible net Morgan had placed on the window because, as the name implied, it was invisible. Once activated it turning a brilliant energized yellow and wrapped around Mulberry’s body. She struggled and attempted to free herself, but her struggles only pinned her more tightly.
Morgan had to tear his eyes away from the way her dress was slipping down, exposing her tits, and was now fully ridden up, displaying her cunt.
“Why’d you do it, Mulberry?” he asked, truly interested in her answer.
“Fuck you,” she spat at the wizard.
“Your weak cantrips didn’t hide your crimes at all,” he said mildly while gesturing with his finger, opening the door to the laboratory. A pair of fairy guard floated in followed by a functionary of the queen. “Plain greed would be the answer,” said the functionary. Even though all three fairies were dressed for battle Morgan found them sexually attractive. It was a curse he wanted to escape and would be happy when the fairies left.
“Kind of pathetic,” Morgan said as the functionary watched the guards gather up Mulberry.
“Very much so. It is our supposition that her family wanted to use the money in an effort to overthrow Queen Rosepetal Amberbell.”
Morgan shook his head. “That’s…sadly the story of too many human plotters as well.”
“Something our two races share, unfortunately.”
Morgan nodded.
“The queen will send you the agreed upon fee by sunset,” said the functionary. Morgan noticed he was incredibly handsome, fey features tinged with masculinity that made him eminently fuckable. Morgan looked away. Now was not the time or place.
“Or…I could give you a fairy handjob,” the fairy offered, eagerly licking his lips in anticipation of what he might do to Morgan’s cock.
“Pass,” the wizard said quickly. “You fairies might be sexually free, but you also have too many complications for me.”
“As you wish,” the winged creature said, taking to the air and fluttered up to eye level with Morgan. “My name is Walnut Tigerwillow if you change your mind.”
He fluttered out the window.
“I hope I don’t,” Morgan muttered to himself as he adjusted his cock within his pants.
Book 5
Chapter Eighteen
It was a particularly lovely early autumn morning. The weather was still warm and the sun came up at a reasonable hour, neither too early nor too late. Morgan woke up to find that his wife had changed overnight into a rather beautiful redhead with emerald green eyes and more freckles than he could count in a lifetime. Her breasts were firm and high. Her hips were curved and womanly. The triangle of hair between her legs was just a shade darker than what was on her head and artfully shaped like a warrior’s shield. She was tall, but not too tall, and beautiful without being overwhelming.
Every once in a while the curse on her managed to cut them both a break.
Cassandra had gotten out of bed with the first rays of the sun, taken a look at herself in the dressing room’s mirror, and immediately returned to bed to fuck her husband. She put on a show for him, riding his cock, playing with her tits that were topped with strawberry nipples. When he brushed back her hair to pull her down for a kiss, Morgan discovered slightly tapered ears that hinted this body perhaps had an ancient elven ancestor.
They took their time in bed because they had no res
ponsibilities that day. There were no appointments scheduled. Neither Morgan nor Cassandra could detect any shaking of the tower that indicated Knut and Lili were up to any particularly enthusiastic or violent sex in their chambers. Morgan was certain he could just barely smell the scent of freshly baked bread along with bacon cooking. There was no crisis in the city and everything seemed to be right with the world.
The couple finished their morning lovemaking and Cassandra went to her closet. “It almost seems a shame to cover up this body,” she commented to her husband. She hated the curse as much as he did, if not more, but every once in a while it seemed like she had a bit of luck and was rewarded with a body and face like a goddess. It would only last a day, but what a day it would be.
“So don’t cover it,” he suggested as he rolled out of bed and pulled on his customary breeches and loose fitting white cotton tunic. “Be like the ancient wild women of Worgenten. They never dressed except to go into battle. Put on your jewelry and be wonderfully naked for the day.” He smiled at her. “I won’t complain if you don’t.”
Cassandra considered his offer for just a moment. She had more jewelry than she knew what to do with. It wouldn’t cover much, but that was the point. She had no plans for the day and leaving the tower wasn’t strictly necessary. “But what about the staff…”
He scoffed at her suggested notion. “What about them? Most have seen you naked and if you’re uncomfortable with those who haven’t, I’ll give them the day off.”
“Maybe it would be more fun to let them see me naked,” she suggested.
Despite having just fucked her luscious body, Morgan felt his cock starting to rise again. With her sharp eyes, Cassandra noted the stirring of his flesh and disappeared into her closet. A few seconds later she reappeared wearing a gossamer thin robe that barely covered her ass and sex, but that didn’t matter because the fine silk was so diaphanous that her body was easily observed. The material only enhanced her nudity.
Morgan knew this was intentional; she wasn’t naked while still being naked. Her pale red nipples were plainly visible through the robe. She loosely belted it around her waist. The robe fell open to her navel. Her current body wasn’t able to generate much in the way of cleavage, but the effect was there.
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