The Tar'oth imp continued to hover as Aaralon scoured the spellbooks for the one he was looking for. Finally after a few more minutes he had found it: the "Caricomagnious" spell. He flashed a greedy grin as he chanced a look at the Tar'oth's perfectly pert breasts bouncing up and down in the air.
She could sense the heat coming from his body but did not know what it meant. She reacted instinctively by backing away, worried that her master may be ready to banish her. Much to her concern he forwarded on her, chanting a magic unknown to her kind. She felt magical staps latch on to her arms and legs, her wings felt as if under someone else's control. The world started changing, things were becoming smaller and smaller, or were they?
Aaralon looked on even more aroused as the tiny imp began to grow larger and larger. Her breast were looking even more erotic as they grew to real size, and he could smell the strong heady smell from her wet cunt. He continued casting the mysterious spell, but was now starting to lie down on the bench in front of him.
As he did so, the now elf-like Tar'oth felt her wings lead her to him. "Master what is going on?" she replied, clearly surprised. But he could tell by the wetness now seeping all through her hairy legs that she was getting more and more turned on. She could sense it too, as she tried to conceal her enormous hunger to frig herself.
She hovered at the base of his legs, strongly sensing the heat eminating from his magically enhanced member. His member was now rock hard and barely contained in his magic robe. |