Zozafina's Day Out 10
After a long day out, Zozafina returns home to enjoy intimate time with someone very close to her.
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Deep in the mouth of her worried companion, the dark sorceress divests herself of her clothing, laying back as the tongue lashes upon her, caressing her naked flesh and soaking the garments in the pools of saliva within. It does this all while sinking down deeper into the darkness, back to the domain of Zozafina, and back to the world where everything makes sense for the dark elf because everything there listens to her and knows how to respect her.
Maybe one day, the fools up above will know her, as people like Miselda have come to learn, but that day is not today.
Not today… but someday soon… yes, very, very soon.
Deep in the dark pits of her home, Zozafina arrives, riding in the monstrous steed of her worm-like familiar. The mount breaks through the cavern's walls, retching and spitting up the slick-bodied sorceress onto the stone floor.
Zozafina lays there a moment, luxuriating in the slime, rubbing her hands over her body, sliding over her breasts and down over her thighs.
“Ah… such wonder… such delight,” she groans. “My love, take me now!”
She removes her hand from her chest and wiggles her fingers, and the creature before her shrinks down, becoming humanoid in size and vaguely such in shape.
It is expressionless--androgynous, with its arms fused to its chest in a crossed pattern. It falls to its knees, groaning through where its mouth should be.
As soon as its bulk disappeared from the wall, an army of servants scurries to the opening, filling it in with a coordinated attack of magic and masonry, leaving Zozafina with the one before her.
She places her hand on its faceless cheek, sighing as she strokes it over where its mouth would be. “Did you enjoy consuming me again, my dear? Did you enjoy feasting upon the filth that was Miselda?”
“Ggggnnnn….”
“Oh, you are so precious…” Zozafina coos, pushing herself up, pressing her lips to the spot where her creature’s lips would be. When she pulls back, a soft coating of slime bridges between them.
“There is nothing in this world I won’t do for myself and my delight, and I’m so glad I get to share it with you. After all, we’ve been through the horror that the slave masters had us do. You wish to take me, don’t you, to have this cock of mine, hm? ”
“Mmmmmghh!”
Zozafina strokes herself, taking in a hiss of breath. “Oh yes, but you’re stuck like this useless form until I tell you otherwise. How does that make you feel? Powerless, maybe? Or that you’re raging inside and want to burst free!?”
The nameless creature groans louder, its arms bulging and twisting under its flesh prison. It sets out those muffled screams, spreading its jaws wide, trying to break free.
“That’s right… fight it… tear yourself apart. Show me how much you are willing to harm yourself to get at me, my beloved!”
Flesh tears and pops through this nameless thing, strands of skin breaking apart as the screams get louder and louder, the air finally escaping as various openings find their way through. The pain of breaking through one’s own body—it’s nothing compared to the years, no, decades that the two of them had to endure.
Zozafina knows all about it…
pain…
control…
Zozafina watches her pet as it rips its arms free, breaking bloody fingertips apart from mittens of meat and tearing open the hole in its face just so it could free its mouth from the confines of its cartilage cage.
That’s when the groaning servant crawls over the slimy body of Zozafina, lowering its maw against her, its tongue rolling out, sliding up and down her pole as that magical shaft finds its way deep inside its throat.
“Oooh, fuck yeah…” Zozafina groans, gripping her beast’s butt, squeezing it, and filling it with magic once again. This time, it transforms once more, its form becoming the same dusk colors as Zozafina, taking on a primarily masculine shape, but between his legs is a puffy and dripping puffy.
He groans, pulling his mouth free from his mistress’s cock and whimpers. “L… Lady Zozafina…?”
“That’s enough foreplay for now,” Zozafina says, slapping her servant on the butt. “We’ve done so much today, but you deserve a reward, right? Get over her and do what you do best.
The servant whimpers and pushes himself up, turning to face her, straddling her cock. “Yes, my lady…” he groans, rubbing his pussy up against her cock.
“That’s a good boy,” she coos. “You’ve been through so much pain and torment today. But you only could take so much.”
She snaps her fingers, and the male elf’s scars all over his body glow a dark purple as he slips his pussy upward and slides it back down over her head.
“Y.. .yes mistress…” he sighs.
Zozafina slips her hands up to his hips, thrusting upward, groaning as her cock pushes deep into her manservant’s wanting need.
No matter what perverse or dark desires the mistress of transformation has, she is merely seeking what all other beings seek in this cold and lonely world—the intimacy of companionship and knowing that she is not alone and useless.
But if she has to burn down the world for this fulfillment, then so be it. That shit’s just fun, anyway!