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Asmondias and the Demon of Wisdom
by Jbozobo (jbozobo@gmail.com)
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An intrepid warlock's apprentice summons the Demon of
Wisdom, Marchosias, to help him with his problems.
(MF, nc, tg, bi, Warcraft-parody)
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The young apprentice warlock moved quietly, he was
determined to show his master Xinthus that he
deserved promotion to the next rank and more advanced
training in the dark arts. He had failed to properly
control the cleaning spells the day prior, letting
loose a small tornado within Xinthus' labs, the
little twister had created quite a mess before
Xinthus had appeared out of nowhere and snapped his
fingers.
He had pulled Asmondia from the wreckage, shaking him
like a dog and finally smacking him into a corner and
calling him utterly incompetent. Asmondia was
furious, he knew he was gifted. He had a special feel
for the occult, and often felt that he could almost
see the lay lines that formed magical energy
connections all across the living world.
He slipped into the darkened and deserted lab area,
lighting a candle only after he had pulled the heavy
curtains. The lab smelled of sulfur, absinthe, and
vodka. The vodka was primarily a fuel source for the
incredible heat needed to quicken some of the more
challenging spells. The tornado from earlier had
wreaked havoc, spilling carefully groomed
experiments, breaking beakers and tubes worth untold
gold into useless shards.
Xinthus had decided that Asmondia would be removed
from apprenticeship, but would instead serve as only
an indentured servant until he had paid for the vast
damage his little mistake had caused. He was crushed,
not only had he failed utterly to control the sweeper
spell, but he had turned himself into the lowliest of
servants, and probably indentured himself for life as
nothing but a sweeping boy.
He smiled thinking of how he would turn this all
around, unknown to Xinthus, Asmondia had been copying
spells and arcane knowledge from Xinthus' great book
of spells. In this book Asmondia had found just what
he needed, a fairly simple spell intended to summon
the demon Marchosias. Marchosias, the helper demon,
had the power, subtlety, and knowledge that Asmondia
needed to recover his position and prove himself a
worthy apprentice to the great and powerful Xinthus.
Asmondia moved calmly, clearing a space on the floor,
gathering the materials he would need, he couldn't
wait to get started as he gathered his materials. He
kept only one candle lit, thus to avoid drawing
unwanted attention, even with the heavy draped
pulled, too much light would show from the courtyard.
Unnoticed by Asmondias he had picked up sugar instead
of salt as he rummaged about, gathering items. He
marked the points of the hell-gate, a five-sided
star, formed with salt, the points a burning flame
from a vodka soaked wick. Within each parallel of the
star he dribbled his own blood, and left the flesh of
a virgin who had died in innocence. Then he lit the
thurible, only the smoke of charred human bones would
do for this, these were heated in a special thurible,
capable of forcing air through the coals. This of
course enabled the heat needed to burn bones.
Finally, Asmondia was ready, he slowly and carefully
reviewed the spell, reading the warnings last. He
gulped a bit at those, whatever happened he could not
let Marchosias escape her prison, he readied his
mind, readied his logic, knowing that he prepared for
a battle of wits with an ancient, experienced, and
utterly evil foe.
He began the chant, using the lilting old language of
warlock magic, it was a long chant and must be
repeated perfectly seven times. As he chanted the
star on the floor began to glow, softly at first but
by the sixth chant it was blazing like sun-fire, in
the back of his mind he wondered how much light would
show through the drapes.
With the final word, there was a clap of thunder, the
vodka torches blew out, and Asmondias was knocked
back head over heels to crumple against a table leg.
His robe had blown up over his head, and his head had
hit the table leg fairly hard, leaving him moaning in
a heap. Suddenly the vodka torches relit, he
hurriedly sorted himself out and turned to examine
the creature he had summoned.
Within the outline of the five-sided star, lit in the
gentle torchlight lay a creature unlike anything he
had ever seen. It was a young woman, or a young
female at least, she was naked, and perfectly formed,
her hair was pure white and hung down to her downy
white pubic hair. She had small black wings that
loomed behind her perfect shoulders and her eyes were
an incredible light glowing lavender. Asmondias could
not look away, she was absolutely perfect her skin a
soft gold and unblemished, and she was smiling at
him.
"Well, well, and who has the courage to call me here
and to shape SUCH a careful trap for me?" She snapped
her teeth at him, winking lewdly as she spread her
legs, Asmondias couldn't help himself, he gazed lower
at her perfect pussy glistening there at the vee of
her legs. Her pubic hair was so white that the pink
of her slightly swollen pubis was startling, he could
almost smell her arousal.
She beckoned him closer, slowing rubbing herself,
teasing herself. He snapped back suddenly, this was
the first test, if she could trick him into the
circle she could take his soul, use his body and drag
him wholly back to hell. Worse, from what he had
read, Marchosias, as he had read tended to leave her
victims to suffer from their poor choices in life,
usually designing a hell on earth that would be
finished with a trip to rejoin their soul in hell.
For the first time, sadly for him, Asmondias
questioned the wisdom of his actions, her scent alone
was overpowering, and she had barely spoken at all.
He started to panic as he realized just how badly
this might go. Finally, he gathered himself "Demon I
have summoned you and trapped you, you will serve
me!" he hoped that had enough boldness.
Marchosias merely laughed again, she had two fingers
in her quim now, boldly fucking herself, he could see
and smell her juices running down her ass and
dripping on the floor. "Ohhh little man, how amusing,
you think to command me, and you think you are in
charge?" she challenged him. She was gasping now, and
she pulled her fingers out to slowly succulently suck
the juices off each one. He was simply agog, this
demon was supposed to be learned, and quite
intelligent, why was she acting like a succubi
instead?
He tried again "Marchosias, I have summoned you for
important tasks, I would learn from you and I would
have you set aright all the damage I have caused in
the last 24 hours. You will tell me how to regain my
former status as an apprentice, and you WILL
guarantee my success as a warlock!" He bellowed that
last part, hoping to intimidate the demon. She simply
grinned again, and asked him politely "And would you
provide me some tea perhaps little mage, some tea to
go with the sugar you used to make my cage?"
She stepped slowly and sensually over the little edge
of the star, and then dragged her delectable toe back
and forth through it. "Ohhhh my little mage, what fun
we will have you and I setting straight all of your
errors." Asmondias spontaneously wet himself
horrified, as he began trembling violently, he tried
to speak, tried to think, but all that would come out
was a "Bubbubbubb ergh?" sound.
Marchosias stepped up to him, sensually, slowly
sniffing him "oh little mage, look at you, you've
gone and soiled yourself? Am I so hideous and
terrifying, really?" He stammered a bit more, looking
at her once more. She was nothing short of
incredible, her skin was glowing almost golden, and
as she leaned in her scent was heavenly. He could
still smell her arousal and found his cock spasming
in his robe. She blinked at him and gently licked his
nose tip, "Let me see, first we'll clean you up
little one, and then we will improve you, oh yes you
will be so much more."
Suddenly he was naked, his robe simply gone, he felt
a warm breeze blow all over his body and she stepped
closer grasping his twitching member gently. "Well
little mage, perhaps you need a new name, this is a
worthy tool" she smiled slowly stroking his cock. But
I think such a tool deserves a man to go with it,
Asmondias knew he was scrawny, perhaps his large tool
his only really redeeming feature. No few scullery
maids had taken advantage of his swollen cock, but of
him they wanted nothing more.
Marchosias waved her hand and another breeze seemed
to waft about, suddenly he was looking down at her,
he had grown almost a foot and as he looked down he
could see that his thighs and arms had grown as well,
swollen with massive rippling muscles. His cock was
now almost a foot long and nearly poked little
Marchosias in the eye, she leaned in and began
licking his cock.
The sensations buckled his knees and he found himself
kneeling and still getting the greatest blowjob of
his young life, amazingly the demoness sucked his
twelve inch cock down her through like a hungry
whore. He could feel her throat contracting and
sucking at his cock, and suddenly he exploded,
surging cum shooting down her silky throat, he
screamed then and blacked out.
He was dreaming about Jenny, one of the servant girls
had snuck into his room again, she was riding his
cock, but then the pleasure turned to pain and he
screamed as his cock caught fire, but Jenny wouldn't
let up. We jerked awake, Marchosias was riding his
cock, and it hurt just as much as he had dreamed, the
pain lanced into his brain, into his soul searing him
through. Asmondias thought he would die from the
pain, but Marchosias was riding him hard using the
full twelve inches of his impossible cock to impale
herself time after time after time.
Slowly his cock began to feel something else, the
pain seemed to transform, it was still pain, but he
began to want it, the searing, stabbing, tearing was
bringing him to orgasm, but unlike his normal
orgasms, this one didn't end, soon the pleasure
turned back to pain. Wrapping his mind in a mobius
strip of pain and pleasure that was never ending,
finally he pulled Marchosias to him, biting her
nipples viciously, she screamed long and hard
grinding down on his swollen cock, shuddering in her
own pain and pleasure.
They lay there for a long time, twitching together,
he covered in sweat and cum, and she in perfect
balance, soft and warm, her wings twitching behind
her in aftershocks of amazing sex. She smiled at him
then and it was a terrifying smile, "Ohhhh little
mage, what a shame that your punishment is pre-
ordained, you are a fun little fuck. But I hope you
enjoyed your last fuck as a man, and I hope you
enjoyed being all that you could be for one last
fuck.
"If only you had endured and had patience, all that
you are now is what you would have become, all the
power of the most powerful warlock and a body that no
woman alive could resist. But no, you TRIED to trap
me the great and powerful Marchosias, Demon of
Knowledge and Wisdom, and you failed little mage. For
that you must suffer, and I have decided your fate."
She kissed him then standing and walking away.
Asmondias felt his abused cock, stir to full hardness
as she walked across the room. Her ass was perfect,
two golden globes of perfect lusciousness. She turned
and faced him, and he recoiled scrabbling across the
floor. From between her legs sprouted an enormous
cock, swollen and purple headed, veined and
throbbing, and generally terrifying.
Horrifying images of her raping him flitted through
his mind as he scrambled away, keeping his eyes on
her, another of those infernal warm breezes washed
over him, this time at his crotch. He stared down
dumbfounded as Marchosias walked up to him ignored
now, between his legs there was nothing,... well not
exactly nothing but a furry down of white and a very
familiar looking pussy. He slowly looked up at
Marchosias, and she smiled leering down at his
glistening slit.
"Yes little mage, I have traded our private parts, do
you like your new pussy little mage is it throbbing
with need?" He looked again, his cunt was swollen,
glistening, and it was indeed throbbing with need, he
felt empty somehow. He was backed up against a wall
now, nowhere else to go, the demon bitch knelt
between his legs, admiring her handiwork. She reached
out one slim golden finger and gently stroked his
clitoris. The sensation surged through him, different
and yet familiar to having his cock stroked, and then
she slid two fingers into him pulling up and
instantly finding his G spot.
He gasped at the sensation, moaning low in his throat
as she began to fast and truly finger fuck him. His
legs splayed open, and hips betrayed him and began
thrusting at the intruding fingers, he heard a
masculine voice saying the improbable, "Fuck me, fuck
me, fuck me... Ooohhh GOD!!" and realized it was his
voice begging for that enormous cock.
He gazed down his improbably masculine body, thick
strong legs like tree trunks splayed wide, and his
stomach rippled with a six-pack of abs, his chest was
massive square with muscle, and his biceps bulged
like a professional strong man.
Between his legs sat an incredible woman/demon, her
face was angelic and she smiled sweetly at him as she
teased his slit with her throbbing manhood. Her black
wings flexed slowly in rhythm with her cock as she
teased his pussy open, he was shuddering with
sensation as the fat cock speared into him, giving
him a whole new sensation of being filled. She
grasped his shoulders and pulled herself slowly into
him, until the massive cock was buried in his furry
white cunt, she paused then and as he tried to hump
himself on her throbbing cock she said, "Do you like
it when I fuck you Asmondias? Is it everything you
dreamed little mage?"
"YES! I mean no! I mean, OH GOD fuck me demon, fuck
me!! I need your cock!!"
Marchosias leaned forward, tasting his lips, her
tongue tasted of sweet sulfur, and her skin tasted of
cinnamon, the sensation of her nipples on his chest
had him gasping as she dragged her long white hair
over him. She stared into his eyes then, and began
truly fucking him, stroking slow and strong into his
quivering pulsing pussy.
He lost himself then, gibbering with need, aching for
climax and staring into her burning eyes as she
seared herself into his soul. His legs were pulling
her into him, and his arms urging her on and he heard
himself moaning and almost screaming like a woman in
the throes of climax. She was calmly fucking him,
deep and hard, her hands came up to his face and he
heard her say, "As I am, so you shall be."
Suddenly he climaxed, shuddering, gasping, and
screaming he came, his legs shaking and cramping his
cunt spasming around the massive cock that throbbed
within him, the last thing he remembered was the
feeling of hot seed filling him, and one final
massive climax and then nothing.
He awoke to the sounds of shuffling feet and then,
"Good God, what's happened here? Miss, are you ok?
Where have you come from?" He opened his eyes to see
Master Xinthus standing above him looking worried
"young lady, where have you come from, and where are
your clothes?" Asmondias looked down at himself, and
was shocked again to his very core, his body had been
completely transformed now.
To go with the beautiful white haired cunt, he now
appeared to have the rest of Marchosias' body, the
golden glow, the perfect thighs and shapely hips, his
breasts thrust out perfect 36 Cs. He hadn't noticed
before but his skin was covered in a fine light down
of perfectly blonde hair. "Ahem??" He was startled
out of his reverie by Xinthus, "Are you OK? Here let
me get you a robe," Xinthus handed him the robe
Asmondias had discarded so many hours ago.
"I... uhm, well... thank you kind sir," he said,
thinking desperately. "I don't know, who you are or
where I am," he lied quickly trying to think of a way
out of this.
"My name is Marcy," he quickly fabricated a name, "I
went to sleep in my home in the township of Corcyra
and awoke here, I have no idea how!"
Xinthus surveyed the room as Marcy dressed in the
robe, and returned with a verdict, "Well young lady,
it appears my former apprentice, idiot that he was,
summoned a demon and like a fool formed the gate with
sugar instead of salt, what an utter imbecile!"
Marcy boiled inside at his scathing commentary, but
tried to hide her reaction "But how did I come to be
here" she asked "and where is here anyway?" Xinthus,
eyed her closely now, "Corcyra you say, I've never
heard of such a place?" Good, thought Marcy, he can't
try to send me back there. "All I can guess,"
pondered Xinthus, "is that my dim-witted apprentice
attempting to summon a demon of some sort. And did
that demon transposed the two of you, or simply
traded you for him to maintain the balance of the
realms?"
Marcy nodded, wondering why she was thinking of
herself as Marcy, her cunt was feeling empty again as
Xinthus drew closer. "As far as I can tell, I seem to
have gotten the far better deal; you are a comely
wench indeed." He eyed her legs below the hem of the
robe, touching her white floating hair, his hand on
her face caused her to blush, and her cunny drenched
itself as he rubbed his thumb on her bottom lip.
"Yes," he rasped, "I seem to have come out far better
off."
Her quim was quivering as he pulled her to him,
kissing her roughly at first, and then more gently
exploring her soft wet mouth.
Marcy was gasping as Xinthus kissed her, on the one
hand somewhere in her dark recesses she was
disgusted, but her body was completely ready for
more. Xinthus, unknowingly affected by the powerful
sexual pheromones dripping from Marcy's pores, ripped
the robe from her, his cock stretching his own robe.
As his hands ran over her silky golden body, Marcy's
body sang with pleasure, she pulled Xinthus' robe
over his head, pulling him quickly back into a deep
kiss.
Her hands rubbed his rough manly body, and his cock
pressed against her midriff, she slid a hand up
grasping his cock, his fingers were exploring her
body, her ass, her breasts, and her back. She slid
down to her knees, licking his cock lasciviously and
as she sucked his cock into her mouth she heard the
words Marchosias had spoken "as I am, so you shall
be" and realized this was her punishment.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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