Anastasia's New Lips
Anastasia was on the hunt. She finished searching the bedrooms and now she was working her way through the main floor. Aleron was around here somewhere and when she found him, he wasn't going to know what hit him. Of course, he didn't even know she was searching for him. He had no idea that she struck up a conversation with the upstairs maid, nor could he know what that conversation revealed.
The upstairs maid's name was Summer, and her appearance was typical for her type. She was a voluptuous beauty, seemingly unaware and unashamed of the near nudity created by her uniform. Aleron was a mage, and his maids had sexual duties they were required to perform alongside their more mundane cleaning tasks. This was perfectly natural as far as Anastasia was concerned. After all, she had grown up in a mage household. What pleasantly surprised her was that Summer had enough of a mind in order to have a conversation. The maids in her old home only had two skills, cleaning and fucking. Speech, especially conversation with a young female mage to be, was beyond their abilities.
Simple curiosity was what drove Anastasia to start the conversation. After all, how much would a creature like Summer really have to say. It turned out that she was far from being a mindless sex slave. She was actually quite an interesting girl, a little slow in speech as well as thought, but surprisingly complex. It turned out she wasn't a slave, nor had she been transformed unwillingly. She was a paid servant, in the unconventional coins of eternal youth and beauty, but paid nonetheless. Compared to her previous existence, as an invalid on a respirator, her life was pretty good. The other surprising detail was that she really enjoyed her job. A glance at Summer's lips was all that was necessary to reveal what her mouth was designed for. Yet, for some reason she loved her job. Five minutes worth of Summer describing what she enjoyed most, and Anastasia knew that Aleron was holding out on her. He figured out how to do something new, and she wanted to try it.
Nearly ten minutes had passed since she abruptly ended her conversation with Summer and started her search, yet she still hadn't found him. It wasn't as if he was hiding from her, it was just a big mansion. Her clothing reflected her excitement and what her intentions were. She was clad in a glossy black leather body suit. Tall stiletto heeled boots blended seamlessly into tight leather pants that looked like a second skin. The blending was perfect and looked like her boots were part of the pants. Her tight ass was shown off in black leather glory and a small cloven mound was visible where her labia pressed against the material. The pants blended seamlessly into a tight corset, constricting her figure into a tight but sensual hourglass. Her small breasts were confined and compressed until they were no more than slight bulges on her black chest. The only skin she was showing was her hands, head and face. The leather extended up her neck to a thick collar and down her arms to the wrists. The only things that interrupted the glossy black leather were the tight ties of the corset and the silver ring hanging from the front of the collar. Between the skintight fit of the outfit, and its lack of seams, it would have been an impossible creation for a master leather worker. She had created it in mere moments, using her spellskin.
The spellskin was a gift from her father, a reward for passing her first-year tests at the magic school in Urbis. A mindless creature, it fed off the mental essence of its host. In return, its host could shape it into whatever she wanted, with a thought. The creature was quite deadly to anyone who couldn't manipulate magic, draining their minds until they died, but to a skilled Menta mage like Anastasia, it was safe and incredibly useful. She was never in need of a small tool or a change of clothes. With a thought she could create whatever she wanted and feeding it was as easy as the simplest of spells. At the moment, she was using it to clothe herself in sexually suggestive and confining clothing. Clothing designed for Aleron's pleasure.
Turning a corner, she spotted him. Aleron was in the den, sitting with his feet up on the couch, watching television. One of those endless news programs no doubt. She would never understand the fascination these people had with tragedies happening thousands of miles away. Since he hadn't noticed her yet, she took the opportunity to observe him. He was tall, somewhere around six feet in height with short brown hair and a goatee. He was broad and muscular under his T-shirt and jeans without being hulking or overweight. In point of fact, his appearance wasn't overly remarkable. He wouldn't stand out in a crowd. Like many mages who could manipulate their physical appearance with their magic, Aleron had chosen the face he was born with. Anastasia could sympathize. After three years of being unable to recognize herself in a mirror she had chosen to do the same thing. It was occasionally fun to be ravishingly beautiful, turning heads wherever you went, but at the end of the day, you were wearing a mask. People weren't reacting to you. They were reacting to the mask. It was so much more fun to have people react to your real body.
With that thought in mind, Anastasia strutted into the room, placing herself between Aleron and the television set. The look on his face as he spotted her was priceless. Surprise, rapidly giving way to arousal. The television clicked off behind her and Aleron leaned forward putting down the remote.
"I recognize that look," he said with a knowing smirk, "You want something, don't you?"
Anastasia swayed towards him, purposefully exaggerating the swing of her hips. Reaching him, she swung her leg over his hips, straddled him. Her leather clad thighs creaked as she settled onto his lap.
"Yes, I do," she said, grinding herself into his crotch, "Summer says that you've been holding out on me. She says that her lips ache with pleasure every time she gives you a blowjob. She was practically drooling just from talking about it."
She leaned down, putting her lips next to his ear. "You've figured out how to do something new, and I want to try it. I want a set of those lips!"
"Anastasia, no," Aleron said, as an expression of regret crossed his features, "You don't know what you're asking for. I know you like new sexual experiences, but Summer's lips aren't for everyone. I didn't modify her face for a mutual experience. I changed her so that she could give me the best possible blowjob. The pleasure she feels is a reward for a job well done, nothing more."
He gently pushed on her legs signalling her to get off his lap. Anastasia slid off, kneeling in front of him instead of backing off like he wanted. She began to stroke his manhood through his jeans.
"Why don't you let me decide what I want to experience?"
With those words she undid his zipper and reached inside his jeans, freeing his penis. Despite his initial refusal of her advances, her outfit clearly had its intended effect. He was already fully erect. Still kneeling in front of him, she pushed his legs apart and positioned her head above his manhood. As she opened his legs she made some subtle changes to her outfit. The high leather collar shrunk and disappeared as the corset loosened itself, giving her the mobility she was going to need. This took little effort. She thought about what she wanted from the spellskin, and it reacted.
"I showed you a number of new experiences back in Urbis," she said, looking up at him from between his legs, "It's time for you to return the favor."
She punctuated the sentence with a long kiss to the tip of his dick, making eye contact the entire time. Aleron was obviously aroused, his erection was swaying with his pulse.
"I just don't think it's a good idea Anastasia," he said.
"Aleron, I want you to modify my body. I want to experience whatever it is that made Summer drool at the thought of giving you a blowjob and I don't care if it's a mutual experience or not."
"Fine", Aleron relented. He stood up, gently pushing past her. "Follow me to the mirror."
He walked across the room towards a picture mirror that was hanging nearby. He shed his jeans as he walked, standing naked from the waist down. Anastasia gracefully got off her knees and swayed across the room to join him. Reaching him she seductively leaned against him, stroked his balls and made eye contact through the mirror.
"Is this where you want me?" she asked.
"Yes", he replied "Now hold still."
Without warning complicated weaves of Corpa magic began flowing into her mouth. She struggled to keep from raising her defences against the sudden onslaught and thus missed the first subtle changes he was making. It took a great deal of trust to allow another mage to modify her body, especially when she didn't know exactly what he was doing. There were very few mages Anastasia would have trusted so implicitly. Aleron was on the top of that list. The work he was doing was incredibly detailed and fast. She was having a hard time keeping up with the changes, let alone figuring out what they would do.
A wave of pleasure flowed across her face from her lips and the magical weaves went away. While she was trying to follow the minute details of the magic she had missed the visible changes. Her lips were swollen, considerably changing the shape of her face. She looked like she was puckering, ready for a kiss. Her lips were now the most prominent feature of her face, a rich lipstick red, despite the fact she wasn't wearing any makeup. They weren't disfiguring. In fact, they actually looked pretty good, enhancing the natural beauty of her face. More importantly, there was a distinct feeling of pleasure emanating from where her lips met. It felt akin to the sensations that were coming from her pussy. She was aroused, and it was beginning to dawn on her that she had a brand-new set of sexual organs.
