Summary: A warlock is magically feminized in an illicit pact. All characters are over 18.
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Erick was a novice warlock. He studied his dusty, ancient tombs on a dark and stormy evening while his Mistress was away. The Sorceress he served was indeed skilled but refused to let him study the more advanced mysteries.
His hood was up when Erick scurried into her study without her permission. His hair was dark. His eyes were amber. He had a small build, too small to compete in war or physical labor. But he had cunning enough to learn the magical arts. He was cunning enough as well to see through his Mistresses security measures. Her wards were easy to spot and disarm. His dark robes lightly touched the stone bellow him as he made his way through the corridors she normally refused to let him explore.
He paused by a silver backed mirror to inspect himself. When she had taken him in, his Mistress had thought he was a girl. Especially in this light, he could understand the confusion. His fists clenched. If he had any say in it, he would have a taller and more brutish form by midnight. His pale and lithe frame skittered quickly in the candlelight as he reached the section of her studies that showed what he sought.
He worked his soft fingers around the heavy, leather bound books. He searched until he found what he desired. He had little magic power of his own, but he trusted his wit. For this purpose it would be more effective to make a deal with something outside the mortal realms. He would summon a powerful servant to give him what he wished.
Erick searched the pages quickly, worrying his Mistress might come upon him. She was supposed to be gone the whole night, but he could never be certain. He read of Succubi and Devils. He read of Faeries and spirits of the forest. All of them had certain strengths. Eventually he settled upon a certain aberration that was a spawn of the pagan gods of yore.
Her name was Kreo. Daughter of the old gods of the deep, and spawn of the sea. The picture showed a pretty woman clothed in naught but seaweed and tentacles. She knew a thing or two about transformation, and perhaps would be desperate enough to make a trade with him.
He gathered all the items needed for summoning. Under his cloak he wore a simple tunic and belt and not much else, but he also had some pouches for the necessary components. A stone of salt was placed in the center. A pinch of crushed crustacean was sprinkled round in a circle. Charcoal from a burnt shipwreck was used to set the final boundary of the spell. Finally, he spoke the words as he read them from the book.
The words of power gave rise to the wind. It blew harder than he had imagined and spiraled around the stone of salt, picking up the other components. The circle of charcoal burned red and archaic symbols drew themselves into he stone below as he saw the face of the divine creature inside the torrent. He finished the ritual and there before him stood a woman of more than mortal beauty. It was almost horrifying how pretty she was. Her waist was too narrow, her eyes too large. Her teeth were too white. Her hips were plump and her breasts were mesmerizing. He took a step back in fear and embarrassment. His body was immediately reacting to hers.
She spoke in dark rasp with a predators smile. He could not understand the language. Then, without moving her mouth, she instead spoke in his mind. It was a voice like many voices, like every woman he had ever fantasized about were taking turns saying words. She said in this broken, but still extremely sensual tone, "What do you wish, my master?"
Hearing the voices of these women call him master caused him to press his hand against his tunic to hold down his awakening manhood. She waited, relaxed and amused, measuring him with her eyes and resting a hand on her hip. He gulped and found himself crouched bellow her. "!,!,!," he stuttered. He took a deep breath before forcing himself to continue, "I want a desirable body." he said. "One that anyone would be happy to marry."
"Oh?" The beautiful goddess seamed even more amused, "But you are already such a pretty boy!"
"S-Silence wench!" He shouted. She pouted. "I, I mean," he cleared his throat. "You really think so?"
"Of course, young master..." She knelt down to his eye level. Her tall body and womanly assets swayed like she was underwater, "But I can make you even more attractive." She said, "To men and women both."
"And, in payment?" He asked.
"Hmm," her eyes went to his crotch.
"W-What do you want?" he took a step back.
"Sex." She said. "I have been so lonely at the bottom of the sea. I desire to mate with you, my master."
The warlock felt his body clench. His cock was hard at stone, "Uh," He was at a loss. Only that? Usually they asked for something terrible, like his soul, or first born heir. "Just that?"
"Just that." she smiled.
He knew a thing of tricks and traps. He asked, "How long? Perhaps, a few minutes?"
She pouted, "Oh, only that long? If you say so my master-"
"Or longer?" He continued. He looked about, "No longer than midnight." he said.
"Oh, perfect!" She growled like a hungry animal, "I would love to please you for as long as you would wish."
"Till midnight then." he nodded. "and, um, then you return to your plane of existence?"
"Of course." She said. "And you remain here. Transformed, and loved."
The warlock placed the ancient tomb on the table beside him and looked at the divine creature trapped in her circle. "No harm will come to me?"
"Of course."
