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A Slight Mistake With Summoning ((Vivid and Yuu))

Magnus held the young which close, enjoying the lavish kisses he was receiving from Vivian as his eyes closed. He muttered something softly, the candles suddenly bursting to life, before all light was just as quickly snuffed, leaving them standing in darkness for a brief moment. As the world began to come back into focus they would find themselves in a rather spacious bedroom, the walls lined with large book shelves containing various books, many of which were records of particularly noteworthy pets Magnus has kept. In the center of the room was a large bed, easily able to hold Magnus and two other people, and next to it were Vivian's belongings, neatly stacked in one pile.

The demon gently laid the young girl down on the warm silk sheets, ensuring her head was resting on one of the large soft pillows "Now my dear Vivian, time for me to fulfill my promise." He climbed into bed with the girl, spreading her legs as he positioned himself so that his head was just above her slit, licking his lips with his long muscular tongue before he quickly leaned in, his mouth pressed up to the witch's cunt as his tongue darted out, burying its self inside her battered slit, twisting about deep inside her. Vivian was right about his plans to eat her, sort of, and while many others like him saw this as a demeaning sign of submission to another, he saw it as something more. HE was the one making his partner feel pleasure, and to an extent HE was the one who could control when and if they came from his ministrations.
 
The lavish bedroom was not what she had been expecting. What she imagined in her horror filled state was some barren wasteland where he would be keeping her in some cave. This was certainly much better than what she thought it would be. She stood and looked around for a moment. So many books! She wondered what type of spells she could learn from them or if they were stories. Perhaps this imprisonment would not be as bad as she thought.

With a tenderness that caught her off guard, he laid her down on to silk sheets. They were warm and cozy and made her want to curl up inside of them and drift off to sleep. That is what her battered body really wanted. Rest. Though, as promised, he said he was going to deliver paradise. He climbed on to the bed with her and she felt her heart catch in her throat. What was he going to do? Was it going to be another brutal fucking that would leave her crying and begging for it to end? Vivid violet orbs shone with concern. Even more so when he opened her legs and began to lower his mouth to her poor pussy.

Eyes shot open wide when she felt what he was doing. His long and thick tongue was working inside of her, instantly causing her to drool feminine juices. It was amazing! She gave out a moan and began to rock her hips against his face. Her hands raked over her own body, furthering her own pleasure. This was bliss; a real reward. She spread her legs wider.

“Thank you,” she whimpered as she writhed.
 
Magnus smiled, enjoying the pleasured sounds that Vivian was making as well as the taste of her juices, however this was just an taste of what was to come. He closed his eyes, still teasing the girl's pussy as a pair of tentacles rose from his back, these different than the last ones, capped with dripping mouth like cups, the hole in the center lined with twitching tendrils. The tentacles lurched forward, latching onto the girl's tits just over her nipples, the tendrils twisting around and brushing past her nipples as it began to generate a fluctuating suction, giving the feel of someone suckling at both of the young witch's breasts.

The demon wasn't one to make empty promises, and he was fully intent on giving Vivian the kind of pleasure that would make her forget the pain she had experience prior to her arrival in his home, and perhaps in time forget that there had ever been anything before then, but for now he had to focus on the present. He brought a hand up and began to tease the girl's clit with his thumb as he started to thrust his long slick tongue in and out of her drooling snatch, the squirming appendage occasionally folding on its self in spots, making it feel wider than it was and forcing the hot muscle against the walls of her womanhood. He adjusted his position slightly, looking down Vivian's body so that he could get a look at her face, interested in seeing exactly how she was reacting to the pleasure.
 
Dear gods! What he was doing was positively sinful and filled her with such pleasure that she hardly could think strait. Her moans filled the spacious room and her body went limp, just letting the sensations roll over her. Her face twisted into a mask of tortured bliss as the tentacles clamped down on her nipples. Looking up at her it was clear that he was hitting spots inside of her that had never been hit.

Moans came in long and resonating ‘ooohs’. This was completely wondrous. Only in her most wild dreams had she ever felt like this. Sexual nirvana. The young beautiful witch was being brought to one hell of an orgasm. Her breathing was rough and became more labored with each passing second. This sticky, hot session was not going to last very long. The recently deflowered blonde had no sexual tolerance and that was being made painfully clear as she fast approached her first climax.

“Oh God!” she screamed. “Please!”

Though she had no clue what she was begging for.
 
Magnus was pleased by the response he was getting. He continued his ministrations of the girl's pussy for a few more moments before retracting his tongue, two fingers from the hand that was already teasing Vivian's clit sliding in to take its place as he move so that he was positioned just over the writhing witch, pulling her into a warm kiss and thrusting his tongue into her mouth so that she could taste herself. He began to quickly slide his fingers in and out of the girl's sopping hole, scissoring his fingers against each other while they were embedded in her. Slowly he pulled away from the kiss, a grin on his face "Go ahead and let it all out dear, give into the pleasure and let yourself go." He spoke softly yet encouragingly, "Just forget about all the pain you've endured and give into the pleasure you are experiencing now."

He positioned himself so that he was pressed up next to her, his free hand running through the limp girl's golden locks while the other still plundered her needy slit, humming softly into her ear as he pleasured her. His gaze wandered over the girl's body, he so wanted to simply ravage her, however he knew that doing so would undo all he had done just now. No, he would have to gradually work his way up with this one if he wanted to get anything useful out of her.
 
As he removed his tongue she whimpered. She had been so close. So very close and his fingers, while wonderful, did not bring her that heavenly bliss his tongue did. Eyes glazed with lust followed his head and she wondered where he as going to put it next. The smell of her pussy clung to his face and she could not help but be aroused by her own sent. Knowing that he had been using that tongue to please her only caused her slight pause. Her own juices, sweet and mellow, coated her out mouth. She moved her tongue desperately against his.

Already she was forgetting how she came to be his pet. As he caused her to experience such rapture it was hard to remember that she was only a seventeen year old girl who had been taken from her home. All she remembered what was happening in that moment. Her inner muscles tightened around his fingers and she began to give sharp and desperate cries.

“Yes! Oh, yes!” she literally screamed as she bucked wildly against his fingers. They were coated by her thick and slick juices as they flowed from her, making the smallest of puddles beneath her pert bottom. Eyes closed she groan softly. In a daze she moved her head back and forth. It felt like she had been drained of all of her energy.
 
Magnus slowly retracted his tentacles as he continued to finger Vivian through her orgasm, somewhat enjoying the feel the velvety sleeve tightening around the thick digits. He smirked slightly, waiting for the girl to come down before curling his fingers within her and slowly turning them as he extracted them, making sure to give her one last jolt before they were done as he knew the girl was exhausted by this point. He closed his eyes for a moment, the top sheet disappearing from under them and then re-materializing over top them, a genuinely warm smile crossing his face as he wrapped his arms around to limp girl and lightly kissing her cheek as he waited for her to fall asleep "Rest well my lovely pet. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

Carefully the demon slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb the young witch as he approached one of the book shelves, pulling down one of his journals before sitting down at a nearby desk and opening the book to the first empty page. He began writing, in a style similar to how the spell the young witch had used which had resulted in her being in this place was written, about the notable events that had happened, and the fact that it was possible to create a blank slate with an individual without completely destroying their mind and soul, a discovery that pleased him as soulless puppets were of little use to him, off to one side of the page he carefully sketched Vivian, completely nude but with a smile on her face and a slight warmth drawn into the eyes. As he wrote his thoughts began to turn to the future and his plans for the coming week, plans to gradually make her accustomed to the deviant things that he could do to her, and occasionally mentioning making the girl 'one' with himself.

As he wrote, he would occasionally sketch concepts that arose in his depraved mind, the young witch bound and violated in various ways by tentacles of various kinds with a look of bliss on her face, imagery of her dripping with various sexual fluids. As the images went one would notice a gradual change, with the images of the young witch developing more devilish features such as pointed ears, a tail, and occasionally wings. The depictions and writing went on for several pages until finally thinning out, seeming to end on the last day of preparation, the page just after being dedicated to a large image of the young witch having been turned into a lewd demoness, a look of bliss drawn into the image's face as it was being ravished by a depiction of Magnus' inhuman mahood. Slowly he sat up, realizing how much time must have passed, he pushed back his chair and got up, leaving the book open as he went to prepare a bath, knowing the girl would awaken soon if she had in fact gone to sleep.
 
The night was spent in sticky dreamscape. Images of what happened rolled through her mind. The brutal claiming in particular played over and over in desperate and fuzzy bits and pieces. As she slept moans of pleasure, cries of pain, and whimpers escaped her lips and she moved back and forth, eventually managing to take up a good chunk of the bed with how much she spread out. Finally it seemed that her nasty dreams had subsided and she finally got some solid sleep.

Vivian awoke, her head fuzzy. What had happened? She sat up, the sheet falling from her body. Little bruises from their rough start spotted her lovely body. The witch tried to remember what was going on but was only met with a sharp pain. A hand flew to her temple and she let out a groan.

Slowly her memory came back to her. Very slowly and it did not seem to extend past a few weeks. The more she tried, the pain became worse. The blonde decided not to press the issue. A rule of coming to this place was to forget. For now that is what she would do. Someday she would deal with all that happened and perhaps even go home. Now… now she was horny.

Harshly she clamped her legs together. Was this a constant feeling of this place? In an annoyed and sleepy grunt she slid off of the bed. Hands came to cover her breasts and pussy with it thatch of curls that matched exactly what was on her head.

“Master?” she called. It was odd using that word. She couldn’t see him.
 
A door opened on the left side of the room, the wall around it being notably bare of shelves, and the sound of running water echoed into the room as steam rose from the doorway. Magnus grinned as he reclined in the large tub which was fed by two statues of particularly well endowed nude women holding tipped jugs, the hot water splashing noisily into the tub as it cycled through a drain at the bottom. The demon looked over his shoulder towards the door before calling out "Come, Vivian, I've prepared us a bath." He smirked, sensing the poor girl's sexual frustration, perhaps a week was overestimating his plan, he gave a slight shrug, he would handle that when the time came, "Make sure you close the door behind you, wouldn't want to let the steam fill both rooms." He called again.

As he awaited Vivian's arrival he closed his eyes, concentrating for a moment, various different soaps, shampoos, and oils materializing within arms reach of him around the tub, as well as a sponge, which sat on the rim. That was one thing he enjoyed about being in his own domain rather than the human world, the ability to manipulate the space inside his home as he pleased, which made taking care of his guests into a simple matter compared to what one would have to go through on the other side.
 
Vivian followed the sounds of the rushing water and of her new master’s voice. She yawned and itched her eyes as she made her way over. In the morning she was not the most graceful of creatures and she stumbled on her slender, deer-like legs. Her body was beautiful but it was not yet that of a full grown woman. Her legs needed to fill out a little yet but she was still lovely, even if her clumsiness. When she entered she shut the door behind her.

The witch dipped her foot into the water, testing in blearily. It was very warm and she let out a sleepy sigh before lowering her body completely in it. Her body was sore. Having been taken so brutally it now was paying for such a hellish ride. The beautiful girl let out a sigh and looked at him. Her eyes were showing a slew of emotions, which kept her pinned to her side of the tub.

“Good morning,” she whispered. “Or whatever time it is. Does time register here?”
 
Magnus smiled as Vivian climbed into the tub, carefully pulling the sore girl into his lap, his erect cock thrust up infront of her "Lets go with morning. There really isn't a day or night in this realm, seeing as there is no sun or moon." He grabbed the sponge and soaped it up before carefully washing the girl's back "So, how did you sleep?" he inquired, genuinely interested based on the noises she had been making as she slept while he was still writing before.

The demon reached down with his free hand and carefully rubbed the girl's aching slit "Today is the first day of your new life, and as such I am allowing you some special treatment, though, your body should be mostly healed by the end of today." He spoke in a firm, yet somehow caring voice as he moved on from the witch's back and began gently scrubbing around the girl's breasts. He leaned forward, flicking Vivian's earlobe with his tongue "Just relax and enjoy the attention for now, because soon enough we'll begin your training."
 
Vivian tensed. His fingers had gone down to rub at her swollen womanhood. Wetness was already there and she flushed in shame for it. It was the gentleness, she convinced herself, and not the fact that she had woken up with a need to fuck. That first time had been terrible. That cock, which stood hard against her stomach, had done horrible things to her. Yet she ached for it to be inside of her.

Soft, feminine, coos and whimpers came from pouted full lips. Without thinking she leaned against him and began to kiss sweetly at his neck. She wanted him to know she wanted him to be like this all of the time. She would be good if he continued to treat her nice and gentle.

“I dreamed about what happened last night,” she said in a gasp. “How you took me, ravished my body, and then gave me the most amazing pleasure.”

She opened her legs wider for him.

“I will be very good today,” she replied in a whisper. “I promise, master.”

The washing was relaxing and she virtually was melting in his arms because of it. The blonde, when not sharpening her claws, was very cute this way. It was almost akin to a kitten after it was all played out for the day.
 
Magnus couldn't help but smirk as Vivian spoke, his cock twitching in response to her sounds of pleasure. He continued gently sponging the girl down, making sure that her body was cleaned of his spunk from the night before. He whispered into the girl's ear with a low rumbling voice as he felt her lean in to kiss his neck "Tell me what you want dear." He smirked, happy to finally have someone who was obedient, but not a soulless doll unable to truly enjoy the pleasure he gave them. He felt the young witch's legs spread wider, his fingers slipping into her slit, pushing them in up to the second knuckle before spreading her cunt. He gave a slight chuckle before asking "You want to be filled again don't you?"

He waited patiently for her reply, carefully sliding his fingers in and out of her as he set the sponge down, scooping up a handful of water and pouring the warm liquid over Vivian's body to rinse off the soap. Once rinsed he brought his hand up to lovingly tease the girl's left breast "You have such a lovely voice, pet. Such sweet moans, its almost intoxicating." He commented idly, giving her nipple a light tweak.
 
His fingers made easy access into Vivian’s pussy. She was slick and ready already. That was likely a permanent effect of his presence. He was an incubus after all and he was likely emitting some sort of sexual energy. The witch was very open to energies of all sorts. A moan came from her lips as his fingers moved inside of her. Her face turned bright red when he asked her if she wanted to be filled. Very badly. It was almost if she would die without it.

“Please master,” she begged. Her breathing became heavier and pathetic, submissive whimpers escape her lips. Her hips bucked timidly against his hand, wanting more friction. “Please fill me again. It hurts. It hurts but I want more.”

Pink nipples hardened as he tweaked and plucked at them. Her body started to writhe and her whimpering became louder. It wasn’t fair that he could turn her on so easily. Why did he have to be so intoxicating? It was like some drug. Her mouth watered as she remembered the taste of his thick cum. Shyly she reached down and took his length in both hands. Even then she could not wrap around his width fully.
 
Magnus smirked at her response, releasing Vivian's breast to grab a bottle of body oil, carefully lifting himself and the girl out of the water and onto the rim of the tub. He slowly retracted his fingers from the girl's slit to pour some of the oil onto them, before plunging them back in, stirring her up and spreading the warm smooth substance around her snatch as he fingered her "Don't worry, I'll make sure it doesn't hurt this time... Much." He grinned mischievously, slowly retratching his fingers once more and lifting Vivian's comparatively light body so she was above his member, the head brushing her slit as it twitched "Tell my how you want if Vivian." He smirked, enjoying the sounds she was making, he couldn't resist teasing the girl, though this time it was far from malicious.

Slowly he lowered her, groaning as the fat head of his cock pushed into Vivian's oiled snatch wetly. He stopped once he had buried himself a couple inches into her, awaiting her response to his question as he reached up to rub the mixture of excess oil and her own pussy juices into the witch's plump breasts.
 
The witch gasped at the oil. Everything was a warm, slick, mess and felt wonderful. Even the heat of his fingers was more intense as the foreign liquid was spread all over her aching slit. A small spasm when through her body and she backed up on his working digits, attempting to drive them deeper. As wonderful as they felt, they hadn’t been nearly as satisfying as what her body craved. A frown came from her master’s teasing. He was going to make her beg more and, despite how much she didn’t like the concept, so aroused was she that she was going to do it.

He lowered her slowly on to his erection. With only a few inches in she could still feel him throbbing. It made her feel better about her lusts to know that someone was aching as badly as she was. A wince crossed her face, pleasure mingling with pain the deeper he went. She was still very raw and torn from the night before and it would take constant training for her slit to become used to that monster. She moaned and caught her bottom lip in her teeth as he massaged the oil into her wondrous tits. Her pale nipples stood on end at the touch, turning into small, tight pink mounds accenting her chest. How she must have look half way mounted and glistening in the dim lighting of the bath.

“Just, please, make me feel pleasure,” she said. Desperation mingled in with her voice. The only time she did not think of what had happened to her was when he was making her cry in pure sexual bliss. “I don’t care how. Master, please.”
 
Magnus licked his lips at Vivian's pleas, sliding the writhing woman down his shaft ever so slowly, being careful not to cause any more pain to her than was necessary as he bottomed out. He let the girl sit there for a moment, letting her get used to the size as he poured more oil into his palm, rubbing it over her body until her lovely flushed skin glistened in what light was able to penetrate the steam from the bath, spending some extra time on her pert heart shaped buttocks, giving the cheeks a firm squeeze as he rubbed the oil into her skin "The oil feels good doesn't it?"

He smiled almost warmly as he pulled her close, her slick back pressed against his hot broad chest "It'll help your body recover from the bruises and sore muscles from last night, help prevent them from happening here." He whispered into her ears, rubbing his slick oily fingers her clit while admiring how wide open he had spread the girl's pussy. He closed his eyes, gently stroking the girl's stomach with his free hand as he spoke again "Tell me when you're ready for me to start moving." He said, no teasing in his voice, he had already hurt the poor girl enough during their first encounter, and she had been behaving since, thus he felt she deserved to feel all the pleasure he could provide without causing harm.
 
Vivian felt so full. He pushed deeply inside her, almost tearing into the wall of her cervix as he entered. It felt strange as the pain ebbed away. She sucked in her stomach a little, controlling the muscles inside of her. A jolt of pleasure went through her from the action and she let out a squeal of shock. She did not expect to be able to pleasure herself from simply moving to better accommodate her master’s massive appendage!

The oil was doing its job. As it warmed her skin it soothed the exuberant hurt from the day before. The dull throb her bruises had was slowly beginning to ebb away. A low and hearty moan emitted from her lips. His fingers worked the nub of nerves right over her aching slit and it was good.

“Now,” she whimpered him almost as soon as she had gotten used to the huge piece of meat inside of her tight sleeve. “Master, start moving now.”
 
Magnus groaned as he felt the walls of Vivian's womanhood ripple around him, a few globs of hot pre-cum oozing out from the tip of his cock. Between the warm oil, her tight smooth insides and the erotic noises the girl was making he could tell that even a powerful incubus like him wouldn't be able to last long. He gave a slight grunt as he carefully began lifting the young witch up along his shaft, the wetness and tight fit causing a pleasant suction around his cock which made it even more difficult to hold back, "My, your tight little pussy doesn't seem to want to let me go. Its like its trying to suck me back in." he chuckled as he pulled halfway out before sliding the girl back down, eyes closed as he tried to focus on restraint, not wanting to break his new toy.

He shifted positions slightly, moving so that they were back in the warm water with Vivian propped up against the edge of the large tub, allowing him to thrust in and out of the witch at the pace he had been while freeing his hands up to fondly her breasts. He smoothly ran his thumbs over her oil coated nipples as he gave the plump mounds a firm squeeze "So, how do you feel my dear?" He asked, likely already knowing the answer by the look on her face, but he wanted to hear it in words. He began to slowly pull his member out until only the bulbous head remained embedded in the witch, before suddenly thrusting back into her with one smooth thrust, making sure not to go too deep as he fucked her, enjoying the velvety feel of her oil coated walls clinging to his throbbing member.
 
Vivian’s arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist when he propped her against the wall. The friction inside of her was wonderful. This gently thrusting felt so good, causing her to groan in his ear. Pure ecstasy was written on her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly open. A soft master came from her every now and then. This was bliss. The witch hardly believed that she could have fought someone willing to give her this pleasure.

As his hands reached for her breasts she unfurled her arms from his back and leaned on the wall, arms resting on the edge as she pushed her tits out for him to manhandle any way that he wanted.

“I feel good,” she whimpered. She gasped loudly as his cock hit a super sensitive part inside of her. Her toes pointed and she arched her back. The beautiful girl did not realize how very sexy she must have looked pinned beneath the demonic creature. “More… I need… more.”

Unlike a good pet she started to become a little demanding. Behavior that was likely going to get worse if not checked. At that moment she did not care. She was not going to beg when she felt so amazing. That hardly seemed right.
 
(Sorry I took so long to post, was kinda having an off day due to miserable weather :/)

Magnus smirked slightly at the girl's demands, he didn't mind much as this was her day of pleasure, and she was asking for something he was going to give regardless. He began to pick up the pace, thrusting in and out of Vivian in quick smooth strokes, shifting their bodies so that he could pour more oil on his member, using a tentacle to hold the bottle, spreading the smooth substance about deep inside the beautiful young witch with each thrust. The girl's enraptured cries and pleasured whimpering was music to his ears, and he could smell the girl's arousal hanging in the air. The multiple sources of sensory stimulus were almost too much for him to bear, but he didn't want to extract himself from the tight sleeve of Vivian's cunt just yet.

A slight grin crossed his face as he saw the girl's parted lips, setting down the bottle of oil before gently pushing the head of his tentacle into the girl's mouth as he had during their first encounter "Drink up dear." The demon let out a loud grunt as his cum flowed from the tentacle, the muscles in the appendage contracting and releasing to ensure each pulse of the hot potent spunk was released at such a rate that the young witch could swallow it all. He continued to ravish the girl, his thrusting unhindered by his orgasm "Make sure not to waste a drop Vivian." He urged, the thick cum pouring into the witch's mouth charged with small amounts of his energy which would be spread through her body once she ingested it.
 
((That is alright! It’s been a blah day for me as well))

Vivian felt as a rag doll while he pumped into. She was unable to do anything except revel in the pleasure. So amazing it was. No human man would have been able to show her this bliss. Each smooth thrust brought a moan crashing from her lips. When the tentacle pressed against her full pout of her mouth Vivian’s lips let him in easily.

Eagerly she drank up the thick and creamy load that came from the phallic appendage. The taste was addicting. Since the night before she had been craving another mouth load. She swallowed and swallowed, the hot substance sliding down her throat. Whenever there was a break in the flow she sucked on the vine, trying to draw some out.

Soon all of the muscles in her body tightened. Another orgasm was going to completely and utterly take her. The beautiful blonde felt it build inside her. Her back arch against the wall and muffled, almost straggled cries came from behind the appendage. Now she was a slave to her own passions. Vivian did not care! It just felt so amazing, wiped her mind clear of all of those nasty memories. The spunk had given her a new found energy and she roughly moved her body against his.

“Hrrrrrrn!” she screamed against the tentacle.
 
Magnus was somewhat surprised at the suddenness and scale of Vivian's reaction to his essence, in his head he began recalculating the time frame for his plan as at the rate the witch was going it would be finished in well under a week. As the last of his load flowed down the lovely blonde's throat he slowly retracted the tentacle, the tip still dripping small drops of his cum and well coated with her saliva "You liked that didn't you?" He smiled, gently brushing hair from the girl's face "Don't worry there will be a lot more where that came from." He grunted slightly as he suddenly felt her muscles clamp down around his cock, and her body roughly fuck itself against him. He didn't have time to stop it or redirect it, he jammed himself as deep as he could into the writhing girl, her actions in her sudden burst of energy forcing him to come again, this time the potent energy bearing load flooding into her abused cunt "Urgh... Heheh... I guess... The change is happening faster than I had expected."

He closed his eyes as he stopped movement, letting his spunk ooze into the girl's cunt. once the orgasm subsided he gently placed a hand on the girl's cheek "I originally thought this would take a week, but at the rate you are draining my cum, I wouldn't be surprised if you got your new body by the end of today." He chuckled "Soon you'll have a body worthy of being my mate. Every load you take into your body will give you a small amount of demonic power, and alter you in a way that will allow both of us to be satisfied in these little trysts, without me having to worry about destroying part of you by mistake."

He sat back slowly, gently stroking the girl's cheek "Don't worry though, you'll still look like yourself, for the most part. Considering the nature of my essence you may see a few... Additions in the next day or so. But, your body will be much more durable." He chuckled, feeling somewhat proud of himself having grown tired of an eternity of broken dolls and unsatisfying sex with frail mortals, he wanted someone who could keep up with his demonic sex drive, who could go all out on and ravish. Add to all that that it would allow him to sire an heir to his domain, and the girl beneath him was quite lovely to boot, it was the perfect acquisition.
 
Vivian's orgasm was long and hard and shook the poor girl to her very core. She slumped against the side of the tub, whimpering . So much action so soon was hard for her lithe form to take. Like a leaf she trembled. The beautiful blonde let her lusts get the better of her and now she was paying for it.

"Ow, ow, ow!" she groaned. "My body feels like it is on fire."

The witch bit her lip. Was this how it felt to have his energy infused with hers or was this the result of too much hard love on her recently claimed body? She did not know. What she did know is that he mentioned something about her body changing and she did not like that one bit.

"W-what?" she asked. "What did you say? Oh, Master, please don't change me. I like being human..."
 
Magnus frowned, slowly and carefully extracting himself from Vivian's cum stuffed snatch, carefully lowering their bodies into the waters to rinse off the excess before stepping out of the tub. As he carefully sat the young witch down the water suddenly stopped flowing and the tub drained on its own, a large fluffy white towel appearing in his hand. Carefully he dried the girl's abused body, somewhat thankful for the oil as without it he knew he would be hearing her complain about an achy body in the morning, "Don't worry, the pain will end soon, your body is probably just getting used to having such much energy in it suddenly." He smiled, trying to sound reassuring as he spoke.

As he dried her he payed special attention to the girl's crotch, wiping away the cum that ooze out of her abused slit before finally sticking a pair of of fingers in and scooping out a large glob of the thick creamy spun and placing it near the girl's mouth, offering it to her. As he heard her protests he slowly lifted the girl up and carried her out of the bathroom before laying her back on the bed "Don't worry my dear Vivian, you will still be human in a sense. While your body may change, I have not yet touched your soul at all, and human blood still flows through your veins." He gently tucked the worn girl in before continuing "... And you said yourself that what we just did felt good. Once your body becomes accustomed to taking in my energies you'll get to feel that way every time we couple."

He stood back upright, lightly running a hand through her hair as he spoke "Now, I'm sure you're hungry after all this. Get some rest and I will return with some food." He turned to leave the room, letting the girl have some time to recover and get accustomed to the new energy flowing through her. He himself did not need to eat, able to live off of sexual energy, however he knew humans could not live like that. He couldn't help but smirk at himself, he was beginning to treat the young witch as if she were his new bride rather than a particularly lovely pet.
 
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