Aaralon awakes to find himself in a lavish room. Silk and satin bed sheets, elaborate carvings on the bedposts, and feminine touches everywhere.
"What the hell...." Aaralon states as he surveys his surroundings.
The memories come flooding back to him. Summoning the Tar'oth demon, loosing control of the demon, his feeble attempt to steal the ruby for the demon and his weak attempt at regaining control. Adding to that the final insult, loosing his body and gaining this female one, only to be abducted by a thief and taken to whom knows where.
Normally he would be intrigued by such adventures, but in his new female form, all he can do is cry. Avanna, why her. She always seemed to mess up her spells and get things wrong. The male wizards always looked at here with some favor through all these mistakes, giving her a bit of sluttish reputation. "She had the body for it though", Aaralon catches himself talking out loud.
Aaralon wipes the tears from his eyes and begins a more detailed survey of the room. 'At least my mind is my own', he calmly thinks.
As he wanders about the room, he can't help but notice the swinging of his breasts and the swish of smoothness between his legs. Stopping to check out his clothing, he realizes that this is not what Avanna was wearing last night. Pink satin robes, a frilly laced camisole and smooth silk pink panties.
He goes over to the mirror to check out this body.
"Wow" he exclaims in his feminine voice. "I'm damn sexy." Thoughts enter his mind about wanting to fuck this bitch. Instead of an erection, which would normally accompany these thoughts, he notices his nipples getting harder and a warm tingling feeling in his lower abdomen. He gingerly places a hand on his breasts; afraid of how he might feel, yet wanting to know more....
He begins to play with his nipples; rubbing softly at first, then slight pinching then more rubbing, he is becoming aroused. He feels lightheaded and heads back to the bed.
Lying down on the bed, he slowly slides a hand down to his panties. He takes his hand and moves it over his mound to feel the absence of his cock. His body wants more. He applies slight pressure to his pussy and begins with a gentle rubbing motion. His other hand is on his breasts. "ohhhhhhh" Aaralon lets out a moan of pure female arousal.
He moves his hand under the panties to touch the forbidden fruit, still with a surreal feeling that this isn't happening. His pussy is warm and wet. He's felt many before, but this is the first one he's felt that made him tingle with pleasure. He rubs with a firmer but gentile touch, knowing what he has done to his women in the past, and it feels good.
"Ohhhhh" "Mmmmmm"
Aaralon is now fully aroused. His hands are both under his panties and masturbating his pussy. "Oh god, this feels great", he pants. He is now thrusting his hips, and rubbing harder with his hands. 'This is so different than jerking off', he thinks, it seems better.....
As the mental image of jerking off hits him, the thought of an ejaculating cock snaps part of his mind; that part of the male mind that is abhorred with the thought of being gay or even being thought of as gay. Aaralon is proud of his manliness. He has always thought of himself as a pure man, lusting after beautiful women, bragging about his conquests to his friends and guy stuff. 'I can't believe what I'm feeling. I'm aroused by the thought of being fucked.' These thought occur in mere seconds as he feverishly rubs himself closer and closer to the edge.
He is fully aroused and close to orgasm. The thought of a cock penetrating him, being taken by a man, filled with his thrusting member take him past the edge. He is a woman ready to explode.
"Ohhhh" "Ahhhh" "Ohhhh" "Ahhhh" "Oh Oh Oh Ohhhhhhhhhhh.
A force of pure rapture envelopes Aaralon as the female orgasm takes hold. He continues rubbing, thrusting, moaning, twisting, and writhing his way through the cascading pleasures. He succumbs to the pleasure and drifts off into the afterglow.
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