The Were-Vixen's Bauble
There was a knock at the library door.
A month or more had passed since Matthias had almost violated the monogamy of his marriage to Allandra. It hadn't been entirely his fault, he told himself. Phoebe was a were-vixen, able to change forms at will between an (admittedly) beautiful human woman, a normal fox, and a dazzling fox-woman hybrid. Dazzling was the right word, because for whatever reason, she was nearly irresistible in that form, almost magical in nature. Matthias was a wizard of growing power, but even with his advanced intellect, he had almost lost the willpower to resist. He remembered that night, lying above her furred, naked body, the tip of his erection poised between her warm folds. If he had done as Phoebe had begged, and pushed himself inside her, he knew it would have been too late, but at that last possible moment, his thoughts drifted to his pregnant wife, the love of his life. He could never betray Allandra, and despite every nerve in his body telling him to penetrate the sweet-smelling vixen, he had left her there, stunned.
Desolate, Matthias had told his wife everything. It had hurt Allandra a great deal to hear how far it had gone, but he refused to lie to her. Thankfully, she had forgiven him with time, and Phoebe who was close friends with both of them, had been exceedingly apologetic. Matthias knew the vixen hadn't meant things to escalate any more than he had, and he had forgiven her. He wondered if Phoebe had told her own husband what had happened, but it wasn't his place to pry. It had been months since he had spent any time alone with her.
She wasn't the only lycanthrope in the town, in fact at least ten percent of the small town was infected. But it wasn't as bad as it seemed. The first full moon after infection, an infected person transforms against their will, and controlling the powerful animalistic instincts is almost impossible. The town had a task force specifically designed to patrol during the full moon to restrain anyone who had somehow become infected. Once restrained, it took between a week and a month to train the lycanthrope to control his forms. Matthias had experienced this first hand, having become infected by coincedentally, Phoebe's husband. Now both men were were-deers. Not very ferocious, no, but it seemed to enhance his magical powers. His first transformation, the wizard hadn't roamed the city, tearing people apart...instead he had skittered into the forest and grazed. If all lycanthropes were herbivores, they wouldn't have such a bad name.
Most natural born lycanthropes never had trouble controlling themselves at all, much like his wife, Allandra. She had been a were-tiger since birth, and he had quickly fallen for her lithe, muscular body, in every form. But it was more than that; Allandra was perfect. She always said the right thing, and her tolerance and forgiveness were supernatural. Even so, things had been tense since Matthias had almost betrayed her.
That's why he was surprised to find Phoebe - of all people - outside the wooden door of the library, well into the night. Since that awkward occasion, he had only seen her sporadically around town: at the grocery, watching the construction of the new temple, and around town on his way to one of his frequent visits to learn magic from Lady Novia.
It was raining lightly, the winter frosts having melted into the burgeoning spring, and Phoebe stood nervously two feet from the door, her skin slightly wet. Her eyes reflected a kind of determination he hadn't seen before. Her clothing was fairly standard, for her, and revealing: she sported a bare midriff under a soft blouse, with a mottled skirt that almost reached her knees, the tail hole covered while she graced his presence in human form. He hadn't seen her shape shift since that fateful night; she might be afraid to lose control of herself again.
"Phoebe?" he questioned, anxious. Why had she visited him, especially this late at night?
"I...must speak with you," she replied, with a delicate pause.
He was hesitant to invite her into his home. Allandra's pregnancy had been advancing rapidly, and it wouldn't be much longer until Allandra was ready to give birth. He was nervous. More to the point, for medical reasons he was "too male to comprehend," Allandra had been spending most of her nights at the hospital in town. The doctor assured him that everything was fine, but Matthias was suspicious. The thought of inviting the woman with whom he had nearly slept into his house while Allandra was away was not tempting, but regardless of what had happened, he couldn't keep Phoebe out in the rain. From the look in her eyes what she had to say must be important.
"Please, come in. Get out of the rain." He backed up, closing the door softly behind her as she entered. She looked around the stacks of books for a place to sit, but, finding none, gave Matthias a questioning look. The only other room in the small building was Matthias's bedroom, and he certainly didn't want to invite her there. He hadn't been sleeping well recently - that is to say, he slept through the night, but when he awoke in the morning he was still tired. He must be having bad dreams, or something, but he never remembered them in the morning. He was not in the mood for this.
He said evenly, "What do you have to say?"
She looked away, pausing before saying quietly, watching him from the corner of her eye, "I have a request."
Taken aback, Matthias said, "A request?" He was never a man of eloquent words.
She stepped toward him quickly, saying, "Is there someplace more comfortable to talk?"
Still flustered, he found himself responding without thinking, "Of course." He had taken three steps to the bedroom door before his brain caught up to him, and he cursed himself mentally. He entered his bedroom, which consisted of a large bed of feathers, a bed-side desk, a small table with two small wooden chairs, a chest of drawers, and a more comfortable chair - upholstered hard wood. Phoebe followed him quietly, slipping off her damp slippers, and taking the comfortable chair. Hesitant to sit on the bed for obvious reasons, Matthias took one of the small wooden chairs.
He observed Phoebe in the dimly lit room. He could see that she had gained a bit of weight in the stomach. It was almost unnoticeable. It had been a week since she had announced the wonderful news - she was pregnant. He felt a tinge of jealousy he knew he shouldn't, despite his past rivalry with her husband, Jozan. Jozan had proven he had worked through his past mistakes, and it was clear he and Phoebe were dedicatedly in love.
Phoebe was an attractive women, of that there was no doubt. An undying love for Allandra doesn't blind Matthias to the beauty of other women. Shorter than him, her fair skin revealed delicate muscles and smooth curves. Her bosom was wide and round, matching her hips, and her long legs were dainty. The bare midriff temptingly revealed her smooth stomach. She was slender, and not muscular like Allandra. Making love to Allandra was quite a different feel to how it had almost happened with Phoebe. Despite Allandra's incredible strength, she managed to keep their love-making equal dominant, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He loved their partnership in all things, the feeling of equality. But with Phoebe he had been the one in control. She had submitted to his advances, her reluctant struggles cutely ineffective. He had been so close...
Matthias shook it off, unwilling to recall that night. He could not help but wonder if he regretted the abrupt end to their love-making, and the guilt ate at him. He immediately had told Allandra what had happened, expecting the worst but unable to hide anything from his beloved. His worst fears were realized - he had hurt Allandra, but as always, she overcame. She forgave him his crime - he had been under magical control, after all. And she had forgiven Phoebe. He could never be as forthright and good as Allandra.
Phoebe interrupted his internal monologue. "I know things have been...strained, between us, since that night," she began slowly, crossing her beautiful legs and leaning into the chair. "I wish it had never happened - but part of me wishes it had gone much further."
Matthias's eyes widened at the admission. Matthias too stunned to speak, she continued, "I know I love Jozan, and I am carrying his child, but all I can think about is you. It may have been magic that allured you to me, but my attraction to you is real."
"Phoebe..." Matthias interrupted, hoping to stop this before it was too late. She would not be so easily cowed.
"Since that night I have questioned my motives for pursuing Jozan. It may be I saw you in him. I...didn't know what to do."
Matthias stammered, "You mean, you know now?"
She crossed her arms behind her head, leaning back, considering. The action did amazing things to her breasts. Matthias looked away. She said, "I could never pursue this interest in you - you are too honest, and totally devoted to your wife. I admire you. And I would never want to hurt Allandra. But with every passing day, my desire for you increases. Something must be done." She eyed him with determination.
He was relieved. At least she wasn't planning to finish what they had started, not that it wasn't tempting. He looked at her again. Even a month pregnant, she was gorgeous. But what had she decided must be done? What request did she bring him? Did she merely want his advice? He decided to voice his concerns. Sitting on the edge of his wooden chair, he asked slowly, "What must be done?"
She said, "I must have you - for but one night. I will never get over until then."
He immediately tensed up. She had said she would not pursue this further! What about Allandra? He could not allow this. "But what about Allandra?" he sputtered.
She said, "She would never know," as if it were obvious.
Matthias responded, "No, I would not do this, and I could not lie to Allandra. You know this."
She replied, "You would never know." He sat speechless, unable to even comprehend the implications of what she said. She continued, removing a small glass cylinder from within her blouse, "This object can trap and store the recent memories of a person. With it, you can satisfy my desires, and only I will ever know. I will erase your memories of this event."
The bauble glimmered, even in the darkness. It was clearly magical, and Matthias wondered where she had gotten such a thing. Matthias was horrified, "I could never -"
"I cannot live like this, Matthias. I must have you, tonight. After this, I am confident my infatuation will cease and I can get on with my life. I promise I will not bother you again. I need you..."
It was a tempting offer, and it might very well help with Phoebe's problem. He couldn't help but feel a little glad that she felt this way about him, and this confirmed his suspicions about her feelings for Jozan. But he could not break his marriage vows. He said, firmly, "Even if I remembered nothing - it would still have happened. There will have to be another way."
Phoebe lowered her arms, and looked downcast. She said, "I...I understand." She stood slowly, tears forming at her eyes. She said, "I will find some other solution to my problem." She turned to hurry out of the room, embarrassed and frustrated.
Matthias stood quickly, wanting to give what comfort he could. He must stop her from fleeing. "Phoebe..! It will be okay - I will help you as I can. There must be something."
She hesitated at the door, looking back at him from the corner of her reddening eyes. Her shoulder-length hair had taken on a reddish hue in the past months that only enhanced her youthfulness. She was older than he, nearly 35, but she could easily pass for 23 or 24. She said quietly, "You are a good man."
She began to change as she continued to speak, her skin darkening into red fur, her face elongating, a fluffy red tail emerging from the tail-hole in her skirt. Her legs lengthened slightly, by and large maintaining their human form. The whiter fur on her belly hid the slight swell of her developing baby. Her hair remained, hiding the soft red fur emerging quickly from her head, and she sprouted two triangular ears, held down against her head in submission. She was stunning.
The transformation took roughly the time it took for her to say, "Are you sure you can't help me? Please reconsider."
Matthias admired her body - she was even more attractive than before, perhaps because of her innate magical allure. But had this transformation snared his mind as the last one had? He could hardly trust his own opinion on the matter. If he had been caught by her charms (quite literally), he might not notice, but would it matter? Once charmed, he would be almost completely at her mercy. He knew a sufficient way to determine the truth. If he could reply negatively to her question, then he was still free.
He confidently said, "You are beautiful." It was certainly true, but hadn't he meant to say something else? Right: he had to turn her down, regardless of her beauty.
She approached him slowly, her tail and ears down, her eyes hopeful. Her hips swayed as she walked and he glanced at them with desire. She said, "I only ask for one night. For what might have been. I promise, neither of you will ever know."
Of course that didn't matter. He must remain true to Allandra in body and mind. He placed one hand on her arm, and the other on her side, feeling the soft fur between his fingers. He looked down at her look of hopeful helplessness, and summoned the courage to turn her down, saying, "After all we've been through, together, what difference can one night make?" He bowed his head, her lips parting as he kissed her passionately. Her ears perked up, and her tail began to wag slowly as she put her arms around him, reveling in their kiss. She needed this one night, and that was what mattered to Matthias.
Briefly Matthias thought that surely he had meant to say something else, hadn't he? He thought back, but he was confident he had meant to agree to Phoebe's offer. She needed him, after all, and what was he if not helpful?
She pulled herself tightly to Matthias, her excitement visible. She pushed her long tongue into Matthias's mouth, overpowering his own tongue. Matthias put his hands on her bare waist, his attraction rising unbearably. She whimpered, tugging on his shirt, then pulling it up, stopping their groping for a moment to remove it. She looked at Matthias eagerly. Matthias wasted no time, his hands sliding up to undo her blouse from behind while her tail wagged incessantly. He slid it off, revealing her round breasts. Her nipples were just visible through the soft red fur. He pulled her to him, she arching her back, and he began to massage her breasts. Her eyes closed and she lay her ears back in anticipation, her breathing increasing in pace.
He gently massaged her nipples with two fingers, pushing and rubbing her breasts vigorously. She lay back against his arm helplessly, moaning and gasping with each touch. She said, "Lick them!" urgently. He immediately complied, carefully taking one of her nipples into his mouth to avoid a mouthful of fur. She moaned and pressed against him, her hands snaking behind his shoulder and head. He ran his tongue in tight circles around her nipple, and realized that he had never felt so in control. He felt more competent and skilled with a woman than he remembered. His hands moved in a memorized fashion, as if he had been doing this for weeks. Perhaps it was due to Phoebe, leaning obediently against his arm. She seemed skilled at this sort of thing, but perhaps that was just because she was so stunningly beautiful.
She pushed his head toward her bosom, crying out. He licked and mouthed as best he could, and then nibbled gently on her nipples. She seemed to enjoy this immensely, and she pulled him back so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, with him kneeling over her. Her tail spilled over the edge of the bed, waving seductively. She pulled his head back from her breasts, and began kissing him and licking his face and neck, her hands on his smooth back. She demanded, "Change forms." He began shifting; a layer of soft brown fur with white highlights in the appropriate places began to encompass his body. A soft white deer tail peeked out of his bed-pants, while his face changed dramatically. His nose and mouth elongated into a handsome muzzle, his eyes moving slightly toward the sides of his head, becoming larger and glossy black. His ears shifted to the top of his head, lengthening alongside two hard projections in a roughly symmetrical branching pattern. His legs remained roughly the same, but covered in fur. He was half white-tail deer.
Phoebe ran a hand around his waist, clasping his soft tail, her own tail gently wagging between his legs. Matthias closed his eyes as she moved her hand slowly along the underside of his tail to grab his pants. She continued to lower her hand, removing the last vestiges of his clothing. On the way, she caressed him gently, and then ran her hand briefly across his expanding manhood. He let out a soft moan of anticipation. Now he stood naked in front of her. She was still on the edge of the bed, her tail flipping from side to side uncontrollably. Still, her skirt obscured his desire. He stepped closer, his hand going to the tied cloth. He watched his progress carefully, unable to contain his desire to see her once more.
She leaned back on her hands, letting him undo her skirt and pull it apart, and soon she was revealed to him. She arched her hips forward, and he knew what she wanted. Sniffing gently along her tail, he nosed her lightly furred womanhood, and she gasped at the sudden cold. She pressed her hips against his nose, and he opened his mouth. She called his name even before he entered her, his tongue spreading her lips with more force than he had intended. He placed his hands on her knees, spreading her legs for easier access, licking her warm insides with growing vigor. Her tail ran across his chest, its pace increasing. She called, "Nnnggh! Matthias," howling gently. As he nosed and licked her, she began to emit regular, huffing exhalations, a sign of her excitement. She bent forward, placing her hands on his antlers as handholds to pull him closer to her.
Still she was not satisfied, and she let out a dog-like whine, bending her own muzzle to his. She licked roughly along her clitoris, the lapping tongue reaching Matthias's. Even while inside of her, they kissed passionately. Both continued licking into her from opposite ends, meeting tongues in the middle. Both were breathing heavily now, and Matthias's need for release could no longer be contained.
Fortunately, Phoebe felt the same way, taking the effort to call out, "Take me, Matthias - I will not stop you this time!" She leaned back again, her eyes meeting his, filled with lust and helpless desire. He moved forward, his eyes following her frantic tail to the base. Mimicking their last tryst, he entered her with two fingers, and she reeled with pleasure. His fingers damp, he extended them to her, and she could do nothing but lap at them greedily, tasting herself. She whimpered, gazing past his face along his body to his manhood longingly. Her desire was so strong that she could no longer form the words to plead pathetically to be filled.
He moved forward, leaning her back against the bed and French kissing her gently. He placed his manhood right at the surface of her entry-way. This was where they had stopped last time, but her eyes told him that was not going to happen again. She whimpered again, and closed her eyes, bracing herself as she waited for him.
Placing an arm behind her back for a better grip, he pushed himself into her, and they were together. She howled in ecstasy, arching her head back, and he licked her revealed neck. She grabbed his rump, trying to pull him deeper into herself, and he complied, thrusting his hips as far as they would go. She moaned, her fingers clutching him to the verge of pain. Matthias himself began to moan, and he licked lower, reaching her presented breasts. As his mouth enveloped her nipples, each in turn, her grasp shifted to his antlers again, forcing his head against her. Her moaning never ceased.
His thrusts increased in pace, and he could feel her curl her tail between his legs, rubbing it against his balls. Each thrust was met by an equal thrust on her part, and applied force to his head as he nibbled her nipples. She cried out, her voice becoming hoarse, and it was clear that neither could delay the inevitable any longer. Matthias called out, "Phoebe!" as his last thrust, with more strength than all the others, pushed deeply into her, and he released. She let out a long howl, her own orgasm beginning. The two lovers shuddered and quivered against each other, each thrust drawing more seed from Matthias, but weakening correspondingly. As they finished together, Matthias stretched forward to engage in a weary but passionate kiss.
They lay like that for some time, content in the afterglow. But Phoebe had been promised the whole night, and she meant to take advantage of it. They shifted to their human forms, to cuddle in their warmth, and Phoebe asked gently, "Is there anything...you would like to change about me? I know you have the power to alter us in some way. I would like to repay your kindness here." Matthias wearily thought, aware that he was still enthralled by her despite her human shape.
She would not be satisfied until he suggested something, so he decided to try something he had been thinking about for some time. He said, "I have a certain...empathy for deer, as I'm sure you are aware." She smiled at him. Matthias continued, "You are such a beautiful woman, Phoebe - if I could give you some features of a doe..."
She said eagerly, "Do not delay." She kneeled on the bed next to him. He cast the spell, still lying on his back. He generally kept "Alter" prepared - it was often handy. He hadn't expected this use, however! She watched in delight as her human form sprouted a deer flag, and her ears lengthened. A few minor changes, but they made her much more exotic to Matthias. She looked back at her new tail with amusement, and waggled it somewhat ineffectually before pouncing him happily, kissing him. She lay on top of him, essentially hairless aside from her head, and now, ears and tail.
Pleased with her exceptionally round breasts, he cupped them, and nibbled gently. She gasped, placing her hands on his smooth stomach, kneeling dangerously close to his manhood. Matthias would not be tempted so easily, however, and as he ran one hand along her brow to cup one of her long ears, he slid the other along her back, then across her firm buttocks, grabbing her fluffy tail. She smiled and kissed him, running her hands along his chest. Phoebe giggled as he caressed her new tail, and she kissed his chest and neck.
She put her left arm around his back, pulling herself closely to him. They kissed, their tongues competing. He could feel her large breasts pressed against his chest. With his free arm he circled around her back, to pull her even closer. As they kissed with growing vigor, Phoebe slid her right hand down along his chest, across his abdomen, caressing his manhood. She was still kneeling over him, and only her hand and a few inches of space separated her from him.
As she ran her hand along his length, Matthias moaned gently, and she took that opportunity to kiss his neck. Not to be outdone, he lifted her head to kiss her, the lowered the hand firmly stroking her tail from behind, down between her legs. He found her precious opening, and touched its bare surface. He ran his fingertips down to press against her clitoris gently, and she arched her back, breaking their kiss to say, "Mmh...more!"
He took this opportunity to run his tongue along her neck and between her breasts, and she only arched her back further, revealing herself to him. Her tail began to wag back and forth in a decidedly undeer-like manner. While he rubbed her womanhood, he drew his other hand down along her back to grasp her tail, petting it forcefully, and began to suckle her nipples, each in turn.
A little overwhelmed, Phoebe remembered herself long enough to run her fingers gently down his shaft to its base, where she cupped him gingerly. Surprised, he bit Phoebe's nipple harder than he had meant to, but this only caused her to moan more vigorously. His fingers were slightly wet, and he had not even parted her nether lips yet. He left her breasts, urging her to meet him in another kiss, and the time had come.
He pushed two fingers inside of her, and she spread her legs to ask for more, holding her tail needlessly to one side. She moaned into his mouth, as he continued to run his tongue across hers, and she pulled her torso closer to him, pressing her breasts against his chest. She kept her butt elevated, giving her room to stroke his manhood. Matthias began to thrust against her hand, and as he pushed all four of his fingers inside of her, she began to thrust against his. They continued this, each getting wetter and more excited. Matthias thrust his hand into and out of her with building speed, occasionally pressing against her clitoris, which always caused her to whimper, even as they kissed.
Phoebe broke from their kiss and pushed away from him slightly, with a mischievous look in her eye and said, "Stop...ooohh," she added, as he pulled his hand out of her quickly. She had Matthias put his arms around her back, as she put hers around him in a close embrace, and she lowered herself toward his eager manhood. But she said, "Don't do anything."
He was confused, but complied. She pressed her moist mound against the base of his shaft, and then ran carefully along it. She pressed them together, but was careful not to let him penetrate her. This was not treating Matthias well; his desire to thrust hard into her was difficult to repress. Her juices coated him as she continued to run her womanhood across his length. She pressed her clitoris against him as well, moaning while they kissed.
But this was not enough, and now she was ready. She squirmed out of his embrace, turning away from him and lying on the bed on her stomach. She grasped the bed sheets and looked back at him, her tail held high, her eyes filled with the same helpless desire he had seen earlier. Matthias got to his knees, resisting the urge to ravish her relentlessly. He ran his hands along her slender legs, running them quickly across her clitoris and slit to grasp her deer tail, then continuing up her back as he began to scale her body. She held her doe ears back in a sign of total submission. He could feel her soft tail as he pulled his chest along her, stopping when the tail tickled his abdomen, his manhood now poised at her entrance.
Phoebe's breasts lay pressed against the bed sheets, and he would not have that. Placing the tip of his member against her teasingly, he ran his hands along the sides of her ribs, upward, and then lifted her torso from the bed. Each hand grasped a succulent breast, the tips of his fingers ready to manipulate her nipples, while his palms caressed their surface. She moaned helplessly, her head turned to gaze back at him with a pleading look in her eyes. She tightened her grip on the bed sheets.
Matthias thrust suddenly into her, enjoying the feel of her tail rubbing against his belly almost as much as the feel of his manhood parting her lips. With each thrust, she pushed back to meet him, still gazing longingly at him over her shoulder. He kissed her cheek delicately, but squeezed her breasts more roughly, driving his fingernails lightly into her nipples. Startled, she yipped; odd, considering she wasn't even partially a fox at the moment. She arched her back, moaning as her played with her roughly. She seemed to enjoy it, so Matthias buried into her as deeply as he could. She gripped the bed sheets even tighter, moaning.
He leaned forward to kiss her lips, and she complied, looking back over her shoulder and opening her mouth for him. She was completely at his mercy and enjoying it. This would be a night to remember! Well, at least for her. She thrust against his member as best she could, quite wet and rapidly approaching her orgasm. Everything about her turned Matthias on, and his eagerness to possess her compelled him on. As much as he wished this could last forever, he sought release, and inevitably that time came.
Unable to control herself any longer, Phoebe screamed his name, releasing and quivering around him, her stabilizing grip on the bed at its strongest. She racked her body against him, and he erupted inside her, the pleasure overwhelming his brain. He managed to pinch her nipples as he came, and he was rewarded by a pleasant gasp, and a fresh wave of vigor from Phoebe. Finally he could release no more, and his breathing slowed as he collapsed on top of Phoebe, who finally relaxed her grip on his sheets. They lay together happily, but their night was not yet over.
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Matthias lay on his back on the bed, attempting to thrust ineffectually against Phoebe, who sat on his manhood, gliding up and down rapidly, her hands resting on his lightly furred abdomen. The night had progressed swimmingly, though he must admit he had gotten no sleep. Day would be approaching soon, which he regretted, having long-forgotten his oath to Allandra. She no longer had her doe tail or ears, having lost those during one of their previous engagements when she shifted to her half-fox form. Now she was purely human, her weight preventing him from properly thrusting, giving her the control and initiative.
She reached an arm around behind her to caress his scrotum while sliding up and down his now slick manhood, and he bleated in pleasure. He had at first been hesitant about her touching such a sensitive part of him, but considering how she had scintillated him earlier that night with her long, fox tongue, Matthias was eagerly trusting. He ran his hands along her smooth legs, along her stomach, and up to her breasts. She moaned his name, and leaned forward to French kiss him, lowering herself quickly onto his shaft, and he released inside of her, fluid shooting up inside of her for the umpteenth time. He had lost count in the daze of sexual activity. The feel of this caused Phoebe to react similarly, and her voice joined his, temporarily muffled by their kiss. The fur around his groin became quite moist.
After recovering from this last encounter, Phoebe noticed the brightening sky through the bedroom window, and said, reluctantly, "My night is up - it is time for you to forget." She reached over him toward the small glass cylinder she must have placed on his bed stand some time ago. He said, "I never want to forget this night," but even he knew that he would soon regret it otherwise. She smiled lovingly at him, clasping the trinket wearily.
Perhaps it was her weariness that cost her - her grasp was not complete, and the glass bauble tipped off the bed stand, to crash upon the bedroom floor, shattering. Matthias saw her look of horror before a wave of visions washed over his mind, paralyzing him.
Phoebe lay bound to his bed, the straps secured around each bed knob. She waited helplessly as Matthias advanced upon her, running his tongue along her thighs toward his sweet target between her legs. She was completely helpless to his advances, as she had intended. It was up to him to follow her other instruction, to treat her roughly, and he would do his best to meet her expectations. He bit her clitoris, and she screamed in delight, her tail writhing in...
She stood before him, arching her neck around to look at him, beautiful in this artificial form. Ever since he had first transformed completely into a deer, and, roaming the forest, sighted a doe, he had wanted this. She was breathtaking; her hind legs bent slightly, her tail splayed to reveal her pink vulva. He could see her furless teats lower, between her legs, and she bleated in anticipation, the only sound her muzzle could now form. He approached her from behind, lifting his long neck over her back, his forelegs up. He rested his torso upon her back, her hind legs taking the brunt of his weight as he slid forward, his lengthy erection nearing her. With a great thrust, he entered her mercilessly, biting the nape of her neck and trumpeting his domination. This doe was in season, and she was his...
He felt awkward but was eager to please. He did as he was told, pushing his firm manhood between her cheeks. Phoebe cried, "That's it, Matthias! Unnh!" writhing from the mixture of pain and pleasure, her eyes closed. She reached down to finger herself and her clitoris while he pumped into her tail hole. She gasped and the sensations, kissing him fiercely. Soon he could feel the quivering vibrations in her other chamber, deftly occupied by most of her fist, and he joined her, releasing...
Phoebe lay on her back, gazing playfully up at him. She had been very explicit, and Matthias had complied, always keeping an "Alter" around for emergencies. He hadn't expected this use, though. She used her hands to help support her round, oversized breasts, swollen to almost a foot in diameter. He kneeled over her, placing his hands on their soft, bare skin. She moaned as he took her nipple into his mouth, and she pressed her breasts together. He rubbed and licked them, and began to get a little rougher with her. She only breathed harder and moaned more enthusiastically, rubbing her breasts, and sneaking her hand down to rub her clitoris. Soon enough, she pushed her breasts to the sides in order to look down along Matthias's body, spreading her legs invitingly for his throbbing erection. Her breasts were not the only things that were now oversized...
Memories of nights gone by flooded back into his consciousness. He had performed and enjoyed unspeakable acts with Phoebe over the last month-and-a-half, whenever she had been able to find him alone. This must be why he felt tired during the day. She was relentless and vigorous, each time promising it was the only night, that she would make him forget and be content. She stored each night's memories into the bauble, and only its destruction returned them all to him. He was not angry; he was yet under her control, but he was somewhat gratified to note that every night she had had to resort to controlling his mind. He had never given in to her request willingly. There would be hell to pay for what she had done to him, but that would have to wait for her to release him from her refined control.
A certain realization came to him as she made the best of their last night together, continuing their rampant love-making, even as the sun rose higher into the sky. This had been going on for over a month. It must have even preceded Jozan's return from abroad. He rubbed her swollen stomach gently as he thrust into her, and her look confirmed his suspicion. In all likelihood, her baby was his.