Aaralon lay panting on the bed, his fingers touched his puffy sex lips gingerly. He felt how swollen his outer lips seemed following the hard pounding his vagina had received. A trickle of the nobleman's seed was slowly seeping from his well fucked pussy.
"What a perfect little slut you are, barely has a customer stopped banging your filthy little cunt and you're playing with yourself."
Aaralon's mind snapped back to his surroundings instantly. Standing between the bed and the doorway was the Drow, Sumara. She stood with her hands on her hips, grinning at Aaralon unpleasently. The red silk dress she wore was virtually transparent and the neckline plunged all the way to her navel, revealing her midnight black body. A small jewelled dagger was sheathed on her right thigh.
For a brief moment Aaralon forgot his present condition and imagined himself in his old body, sliding his cock into Sumara and watching her buck and squirm as he fucked her. The daydream was dashed though as his arousal at the sight of the beautiful dark elf resulted not in a surging erection, but with a clenching of the pelvic muscles lining his already heated quim.
The contraction of his internal muscles caused a thin spray of mingled sperm and cunt juice to be ejected from his body. Aaralon blushed red and belatedly pulled down his dress, embaressed and intimidated by the scrutiny of the Drow female.
Sumara though had already seen the mixed fluids squirt from his body and laughed huskily at his attempt of modesty.
"Time for you to clean yourself, little slut." She said. "Customers won't want to find you with another man's cum dripping from your cunt. Stand up."
To Aaralon's shock his body responded without him willing it to and he slid off the bed and stood up. Though Avanna had little magic compared to the other students at the university, there was enough for Aaralon to detect the flare of magical activity from the necklace he had unwittingly put on. His fingers touched it and he felt the lingering spark of arcane power.
Sumara was watching him intently. "Aah, I see you have some knowledge of magical artifacts. Most of the sluts here would have presumed it was I casting the spell."
The elf stepped closer to Aaralon, till he could smell the exotic perfumes on her glistening black skin.
"These baubles are a speciality of my homeland. We use them for the pleasure slaves we capture on our raids to your surface world. They raise the sexual arousal of the wearer so that they are always ready for thier masters and also act as a command device so that any direct order will be acted upon. Of course they are impossible to remove without the appropriate release spell."
"Enough idle chatter, follow me slut." Sumara turned and strode through the door into the hallway.
Aaralon followed helplessly as he had been commanded, He seethed as he trailed the Drow woman. Her ass moved enticingly inside the gossamer thin dress and Aaralon swore that one day he'd regain his own body and take great pleasure in ramming his cock into the cold bitch and fucking her until she cried out in submission to him.
Sumara stopped in front of a door at the far end of the hallway. "Go in slut."
The now familier tingle of magical energy came from the pendant and Aaralon felt a glimmer of hope as an idea came to him. Magic users frequently used artifacts of magic to boost their own power and Aaralon felt certain that even in his magically diminished state that a simple channeling cantrip was possible if he could acquire the spell components. If successful each time the command ability of the pendant was triggered a tiny portion of the magical energy used would feed this body increasing his ability.
Aaralon stepped into the room. It was a bath-house. A huge sunken bath dominated the room easily big enough for a dozen bathers. Around the room basins stood, one nearby full of steaming water. Pitchers, sponges, towels and other utensils were laid out by the basin ready. |