World and Writing Clarifications:
- 'Nick' surrounded by commas denotes Nick's body as being controlled by Karnig
- Genital Magic: the main character, Nick is a female-to-male trans man. He has not received bottom surgery. Karnig's current magic can conjure a somewhat transparent cock that resides over Nick's vagina. The ethereal dick can touch and penetrate matter, but cannot be touched itself (unless Karnig wills it). Meaning Karnig can use it to push open a door but slamming the same door back will go right through the ghost cock and knock into his body (Moreso, how ghosts can stand on the floor but also walk through walls).
Chapter 1:
Snake Ring...
Nick rolls the small stone ring between his thumb and forefinger. The head of the snake engulfs its tail, small etchings line the inside. He has 2 more snake themed rings at home, both gold. Nick looks back at the bowl he fished the ring from, a notecard scribbled with '$1 BIN' sits propped in front.
Sheee for a dollar?
He stops rolling the ring and continues down the aisle. Having peered into every crevice, Nick makes his way to the checkout counter. He passes by tables of old trinkets and furniture; the smell of musk and dust hangs heavy.
A dollar o' nine after tax, and Nick soon finds himself outside walking towards the bus stop. He takes a seat on a green metal bench and pulls out the ring once more. A quick movement and it
is snugly on his left pointer.
Well hello there...
"What the fuck?!" Nick says aloud, jumping to his feet. He feels a dark warmth crawl up his left arm. Somewhere deep within his brain a voice echoed.
If you mind not, I shall be seizing this.
Like a growing bubble, Nick senses something in his head swell, pushing his own consciousness down into the back of his skull. He feels his limbs grow heavy, heavier, and then eventually limp. He tries to utter a few last words of confusion, but the only thing he found himself capable of doing is seeing... and thinking.
I can't move. I'm freaking out, I can't move.
Of course you cannot, I have taken over control,
the unfamiliar voice from before answered.
I've done it now. One too many acid trip, I've gone and fried my brain.
No, boy, you are not 'tripping'. Refrain from being a moron, I must hear your thoughts as well.
'Nick' sits back down on the bench.
I will explain what is happening, courteous of me, I know, but only as I lack the desire to hear you ask a hundred questions, and the author does not wish to write them. I bore many names over the last thousands of years, Sultan of Snakes, Red Prince, Terror of the -.
Are you going to keep going?
Wow. Did none teach you that it is rude to interrupt? In my homeland a millimeter off the tip of the tongue is taken for each infraction. But no matter, I shall let it slide this once. As I was... I have had many names over the last thousands of years, but most know me as Karnig. And I, the great Karnig, have commandeered your body in order to rebuild my empire and regain my rule of blood and semen. The details be not important-
Did you just say semen?
Once more, once more you have disrupted me.
A blue city bus creaks to a stop in front of 'Nick'.
I believe my explanation has been lacking, forgive me. I am controlling your body. I am your life now. If you wish for it to remain unbroken...
'Nick' pulls his hands out in front of him and with a decisive tug, dislocates his right pinky.
HOLY SHIT, THAT HURTS, THAT FUCKING HURTS. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?
'Nick' stands up and approaches as the bus doors split open with a hiss.
I dislocated your finger. And do silence the bitching. I am known to cause pain in creative ways.
With that, he wriggles and pops the finger back into place. Nick continues internally screaming as 'Nick' walks down the aisle to a seat in the back.
I desire the return of my empire. I require a body to do so. I will give you a heartfelt congratulations, however, when I last possessed a body the fool's mind broke instantly. The nonsense babbling was truthfully more annoying than your chatter. Do well not to let your mind pop. For your own sake as well as mine.
Nick had quieted down by now. He had lost control of his body, but he could still feel it. That part was evident.
I may have a body, but I see little how it will get you an empire.
I understand the concerns. From rifling through your memories, I see you have no land or servants, cattle... little property. But you do have a 'girlfriend.' A good enough place to start as any.
My girlfriend?
Nick could feel his thoughts grow cold.
What do you mean a good place to start? Start what?
I find myself answering your rude question from earlier. I have no body, but I do have magic. I draw my magic from two sources, as I mentioned, blood and semen. More specifically Link Wombs, which are activated through semen.
Okay now that makes absolutely no sense.
Because you are stupid. When we kill or maim, spilt blood conducts the person's life energy which I can absorb as magic. Considering the prevalence of trigger-happy soldiers you modern folk have, I'm moving against massive bloodshed to replenish me. Instead, I shall remake my harem. Starting with your girlfriend.
She might be my girlfriend but she's not going to go along with stupid shit just because you're using my body to ask.
I do not intend to ask.
The bus slows. 'Nick' peers out the window to the row of houses. He spies the one he saw in Nick's thoughts. The bus stops about half a block away and 'Nick' rises from his seat.
What a quaint neighborhood, quiet. Good architecture. Though I am not fond of your modern style of buildings, I can admire when something is made well.
Will you shut up?
I am merely enjoying being mobile. You could understand that, could you not?
Nick could feel something darker behind Karnig's words.
'Nick' takes a few steps up the concrete walkway to his house. A sore ache permeates from 'Nick's' right pinky as he fishes a set of keys from his pocket. The lock clicks and the door slowly swings open. Light, warmth, and music drift gently from the kitchen down the hall. An occasional clink or partially sung lyric joins the ensemble.
"Nick? Are you home?" a head of curls pops into the hallway, "Why are you just standing in the open doorway? You're going to let the animals out. Come here."
'Nick' wordlessly enters the house, shutting the door behind him with a thud. He takes his time walking down the hallways, gandering at the decor.
Fine wares.
Shut up.
'Nick' enters the kitchen. Rachel stands over a pan, stirring.
"Good timing, dinner is just about ready. I have to get it all set up but... Anyway," she wipes her hand on a kitchen towel and approaches for a hug, "how was your day? You're a little late." She wraps her arms around 'Nick's' chest and gives a light squeeze. 'Nick' slips his arms around her bare midriff, between her long flowing skirt and crop top, and squeezes back. Rachel steps back and stares, waiting, at 'Nick's' face.
Without warning 'Nick', reaches around, grabs a fist full of hair, and slams Rachel's head directly into the kitchen table.
WHA-WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO- OH MY GOD, IS SHE OKAY? WHY'D YOU DO THAT? YOU'RE FUCKING INSANE!
Rachel crumples to the ground, hands clasping around her head.
She must learn her place. The balance is off. A healthy harem cannot exist with my first concubine deluded that she has control.
On the floor, Rachel peels a hand away from her face to reveal it smeared in blood. The seconds tick by as she comprehends the red palm in front of her. 'Nick' unzips his fly and shoves down the front of his pants as Rachel starts angrily slurring.
"Youeww, mutherrr...fucker."
'Nick' grips the back of her head and shoves it forward. Rachel furrows her brows at the translucent purple dick before her. She can see her boyfriend's regular genitals through it. She opens her mouth to say something, only to have the glowing dick forced inside. Nick, who had since been screaming a mix of threats and pleas, quiets down.
That feels good. Wait, no. No, no it doesn't.
Nick could feel a bit of his mind slip.
Whoops, almost got you with that. Heed my warning about popping.
The walls of Rachel's mouth flex around Karnig's cock. He gives a gentle rub to the back of her head before thrusting down her throat. Rachel goes to gasp but is quickly muffled by the tip of Karnig's cock reaching her esophagus. He pulls back out until he's just barely within her lips and lets her choke out a few breaths. 'Nick' pulls her head forward onto his dick slowly and coils his fingers through locks of hair. Grip locked in, he steadily pumps into her face. Rachel puts her hands onto his thigh and pushes, only to be met with harder thrusting.
Quiet now? You had so much to say earlier...
Nick tries to keep his mind blank and remain detached from the situation. But with each thrust his groin grows tighter.
