“Do we have a deal then? You know I could do much worse,” Marcus asked.
The incubus in front of him just chuckled. It was…such a sweet laugh, and Marcus felt his heart flutter slightly, but he resisted the pull. The demon would want nothing more than to trick him–he knew that, but he had prepared as best he could, guarded his mind from the various tricks it could use against him. The demon had already been impressed by his work, since he hadn’t been able to bend Marcus’ will at the first word, and have him on the bed, pleading for a rough fuck. Besides, he had the most important thing–he had the demon’s name. He could enslave it, if he wanted). He could banish it forever. He could take it apart–after all, various demonic essences could fetch a high price on the black market. But no–Marcus only wanted one thing, the one thing he’d never been able to get, and that only an incubus such as this could provide. Beauty, strength, vitality–some spells could manage it, but Marcus had no talent for them. He was a summoner, and you made do with what you had. Besides, you had to have something work with, for spells like that to function–and Marcus had little of anything. Five foot two inches, 120 pounds, frail and weak and sickly his entire life. But he wanted more.
After a moment, the incubus nodded, “Very well. I suppose I don’t have much choice, in any case. I can give you what you desire, mortal. I can give you the body and life you’ve only had in your dreams.”
“Then do it, and be gone from my sight.”
“Well, there is only one way I can do this for you, mage,” the incubus said, and slipped one red hand down its defined torso. “I’m just not sure that you’re going to enjoy it,” it thought a moment, “Actually, I know you will enjoy it quite a bit if you allow yourself the pleasure.”
Marcus had been worried about this possibility.
“After all, if you want a demon’s blessing, mortal then you’re going to have to accept a demon’s seed.”
It was too risky, he knew that. But if he backed out now, then all of the other risks he’d taken, all of this work would be wasted. Besides, he’d prepared for this. The spells of protection he cast before should be enough to withstand any…negative consequences the demon might try to sneak past his guard.
It was stroking its cock now, and leering at Marcus. The thing was…attractive, on the surface. But few things from the demonic realms were what they appeared to be, once you dug a little deeper. As Marcus watched, the lithe, muscular frame the demon had first presented him began to warp, growing larger and thicker, bulging with muscle, black hairs erupting across the chest, abs, arms and legs–and the already thick cock grew even larger. Marcus was very straight, and yet he couldn’t help but find the demon incredibly erotic. That was their design, after all, but it was no less disconcerting. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to see such a thing without any protection against it. “Something like this, correct? I can see your desires, even if I can’t make you act on them. Now come. Drink.” The demon milked the cock, squeezing it and moaning, and thick cum bubbled at the head, drooling down onto the floor.
Marcus stepped forward, mentally checking all of his precautions, and then got down on his knees before the incubus. He looked up at the things dark eyes, and then took the head of the things cock in his mouth, and drank. It was hot against his tongue, and tasted sweet, with a slight bitterness, like some otherworldly nectar. He gulped it down, and it seared his throat, pooling in his stomach, the heat spreading out and infusing his body. The eat only increased, his muscles throbbing, bones aching, and he felt himself begin to grow. The pain would have been tolerable, had it been localized to a single part of his body, but he felt it everywhere. He let out a scream, opening wider, and the demon rapped two hands around his head, gently, and slid a bit more of the cock into his mouth.
“Don’t forget, mortal. You asked for this. I’m only giving you what you want.”
He choked, feeling the demon’s cum spurt from his nose and dribble down the front of his face. The flow was only increasing, and he could no longer swallow it all–it ran down the sides of his mouth and down onto his body, steaming and smoking wherever it ran. It was hotter, and with his hands, he tried to spread it out to keep it from burning him, but as he did, the cum was absorbed into him, and began to itch. Hundreds of tiny hairs erupted from his chest and arms where the cum had stuck, making him shudder and scratch at his body, eyes looking up at the demon, pleading for it to end, and the demon slipped the cock free of the mage’s mouth and stepped back.
It was all Marcus could do to stay upright on his knees, and not simply crumple up into a ball on the floor and sob. The pain was ebbing away slowly, and looking down at himself, he could see he had changed, but how much? He planted one foot under him, and then the other, pushing himself up to standing, and found himself raised to a much higher point that he had been before–but not as high as he’d wanted. He had, likely, gained about six inches–and packed on close to fifty pounds of muscle mass, with quite a lot of hair, but he was still short. He was still…small. Smaller than the demon standing a few feet away from him, observing him with a practiced air of detachment. “You seem disappointed, mortal.”
“I want more,” Marcus said. “I want to be at least as large as you are now.”
“You were begging for me to stop–it didn’t seem like you have what it takes to be with me willingly. Besides, whatever spells you’ve used to protect yourself are muting the effects. The fact that you desire it helps…but I can only do so much if you won’t allow me inside you,” the demon approached him, and ran one slender finger between the ridge of his new, hairy pecs, and watched Marcus shudder, “It does seem that you want more though–and my fate is in your hands. I can’t allow you to be displeased, now can I? It isn’t in my nature.”
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