Charmed

 

Artwork - Sakimichan

Attraction can smack one upside the head sometimes, out of nowhere. What comes from it can be quite good and memorable, other times a disappointing punch back to reality. Though there is an odd occurrence where someone’s presence will make a man or woman dizzy and weak in the knees enough to want to jump their bones. It’s not always looks, but an electrical charge in the air when they interact that could be considered quite amazing. It is also rare. There are some individuals it comes natural to though—possessing a natural charm both physically and ethereally that is something entirely different.

There exists two friends desperate for such a thing. The day and night dreams that seem well out of reach taunt them, both men thirsting for an existence beyond their office walls, breakfast, lunch, and late night taco stops, beyond what they had become and what they always were. Unfashionable, boringly studious, and unprepossessing in a way that most of their co-workers would rather keep their interactions short. Arnold and Desmond only had each other, much to their dismay on this particular day of rising angst and last night regrets.

The hustle and bustle of office crunch time seemed far from mind for the two friends despite still being in the thick of it during the evening right before closing time on Friday. There was lamenting over the fact that last night’s bar-hop hunt had been a bust, that maybe today would’ve been ideal rather than Thursday. There was a great deal of work that had to be completed, and complete it they had, however souls had been crushed and hopes had been dashed from their late night escapades. You could say it hadn't been the most effortless work day, and tensions had finally boiled over near the end of it. While the two’s coworkers were chummy and relishing in each others company and the quickly approaching weekend, an argument boiled over. Arnold and Desmond rarely warranted much attention—them arguing was a rare occurrence even outside of work. This particularly heated debate was enough to make the unnoticeable noticeable though, and quickly the annoyed office masses exiled them to a spare break room to keep their quarrel out of sight.

Desmond, 23, was a lanky, typically mild mannered fellow with short, poofy hair, prone to wearing dress clothes far too baggy for his frame, whose wide-eyed stare always gave off the sense of a big dreamer. Despite that, there was little he imagined for himself beyond his current internment minimizing bank losses at a contact center. No, he was a simple dreamer who wished for nothing more shallow and basic than good looks and a good looking woman. Well, it wouldn’t hurt if she were as infatuated with tactical combat boardgames as he was. He wouldn’t ask for much, just some Gloomhaven after dinner. All of this was a thinly veiled need to feel like he mattered, that he measured up.

“You have to stop chickening out at some point Arnold! I needed a wingman, not someone just winging it. Yesterday was my night, yet you were busy sampling the drinks huddled out of sight between the guys.”

Arnold, 22, was a curly haired quiet man who hid his nerves behind his bangs. His constitution was as weak as his looks, yet he did have some noticeable boyish allure that filtered through. It was just a shame his crooked teeth distracted from it. Like his friend he wanted little beyond human instinct, to be loved. However, his was a more complex case you could say. Procrastination and laziness squandered much for him, and secrets held only intensified his social unease. The only things that seemed to quiet his nerves anymore were the good luck charms he would collect, each one a cushion he could fall back on and bestowing upon him a strength he believed he lacked.

“Oh so it’s my fault things went awry with the girls again. I’m starting to notice a motif here. You don’t hear me complaining whenever I’m pointman.”

The argument was about to come to a head, the rift between two best friends only growing wider and letting the truths ripple out.

“You never ask anything of me. I’m more like a prop you drag around to make you look better! Always silent, made to look pathetic.” Desmond said.

“Listen, I have my methods, you have yours. I’m more into feeling things out, going with the vibe of the room. Maybe you need a good luck charm too.”

“Good luck charm!? Not this again!” Desmond fired back. “I want actual backup from a friend, not this lame hide and seek you pull while falling back on superstition.”

“This one will work.” Arnold defiantly insisted with a smug smile.

“What you got a new one now?”

“Yes. I even got one for you.”

Arnold was looking far too sure of himself as he pulled out a translucent, glassy orb that sparkled like some exquisite mineral mined from the earth, a purple, crescent moon shape held in stasis within the middle. He went on to mention while observing Desmond disgruntledly looking over the object, that he had bought the charm from a blind, old seller with the self-given title of mystic, who ran an enchantments and trinkets store. Arnold often swears to the legitimacy of items based on the age and supposed wisdom of the seller.

“Look, I don’t have time for this nonsense.” Desmond groaned while placing the charm into his pocket. Words quickly returned to flying like daggers.

This argument quelled the sliver of growing excitement within Arnold, who clutched at his own charm he hadn’t a chance to show, that dangled from a secret he was desperate to reveal. With outbursts like these though, he felt right to question whether such a secret was worth sharing, even to his best friend. They’d been spatting more frequently, the long honeymoon over it would seem. They were both frustrated, sure, but Arnold longed for someone they could confide in. You see Arnold was a crossdresser.

That was the real underlying reason he was always so nervous during their outings. He hid himself out of fear and shame. Many emotions swam within his soul whenever they’d get to those crucial moments of asking a woman out. Arnold was not one to typically hide his interests, and he knew he could never just leave that side of him behind if he were to get into a relationship. So the nerves were understandably great, so great that even playing wingman to his friend brought him worry. He knew he let his friend down, but he had not the courage to speak up, and all these nightlife challenges were a constant reminder of his self-perceived inadequacies and aberrant secret.

Desmond was swiftly met by a counter attack of words from a seething Arnold, still clutching at their chest as if suffering from heartburn. He was completely unaware of what lied beneath the white, cotton covers of his friend’s button-up shirt. Hiding beneath was a black, lace bra—non-wired for absolute comfort—and nestled within one of the cups was a red, woven tassel with two small gold orb ornaments held by the threads. The fine red fabric was bent and shaped into a sigil of overlapping ovals at the middle, said to be Asian in origin by the storekeep. There was something different about this charm Arnold felt, a soft warmth it gave him. It was enticing, almost affectionate in some way, that he simply had to keep it close at all times, and what better place than constantly pressed against his bosom near his heart?

What Arnold didn’t understand was that Desmond wanted to know, desperately what his friend’s deal was. Not in any “gotcha” manner, but with genuine concern. His own frustrations and being kept in the dark made it hard to communicate inner turmoils. He was often jealous of Arnold, jealous of his boyish charms they never flaunted, jealous of their relatively in-check demeanor, and most aggravating, jealous of their ability to ignore the setbacks. Oh how wrong Desmond was on that last one, not noticing the clear bottling up that was going on.

It all circled around to more self-pity for Arnold. He saw potential in his friend, wanted it for him. He had the avenues he believed he didn’t, laid out before him, and had started to take offense to what he perceived as wasted opportunity. To be exposed to that so frequently was like being mocked. Enough is enough at some point, and that point was now for Arnold. Secrets had to be spilled, truths had to be made clear! It was the least he was owed.

And so the war amongst friends carried on, accusations and angry pleas the strategy of this conflict with no end in sight. Neither could communicate to the other their true feelings, what they held back. The friendship was doomed to fail. However, words unspoken and feelings unconveyed did reach the ears of one party. Two unseen, remnant entities were forced to listen. Long had they slumbered within the charms now held by both bickering men, but this heated, passionate confrontation—the carnal frustrations that bore it—stirred them awake. For you see these charms held the keys to virility and attraction, the demonic essence of beings who embodied these like mantras gestating within them.

Scattered, dormant thoughts and desires prodded at each other, the close proximity of the ancient trinkets forming a feint sense of communication.

“Se… ek… power… need… stren… gth…”

The charm in Desmond’s pocket stirred, mirroring his subconscious desires. He wanted to be strong, handsome, a magnet to women.

“Know… what... they… de… sire…”

The warmth from Arnold’s charm grew stronger, sensing the strong energy simmering within the other charm. It wanted to reach out for it, show this masculine force how beautiful it could be. Much like Arnold wished he had the courage to reach out himself, to attract the women he was always afraid to approach.

“Seek… power… ful... beings…”

“How… tempt… ing…”

The dormant energies only fed off the ever escalating argument, becoming more aware of each other’s presence through the mingling intensities of their owners. The squabble took on the air of a challenge, each one assuring with fervent defiance to the other that they were the one being wronged, not given the chance to shine, that the other didn’t truly know who they were and what they were going through. Both wanted to be acknowledged by the other. Desmond wanted to be seen as something greater, to show Arnold that he could be a man! Arnold wanted to show he didn’t lack courage, that he could be desired!

“True… power… All… want… me…”

“Indulge… me…”

“Show… you… true… power…”

“Don’t… hold.. back…”

The friends and their charms were in alignment—intentions different, but goals all too similar. For the demonic powers it was love at first whiff, their unheard voices flirting while their life force seeped into the two unlikely hosts. To act on this attraction, these energies needed to become physical. Such obsessive impulses can be a powerful magic on their own. Couple that with some demonic potency and you have a recipe for a wicked though steamy ordeal. And both friend’s bodies were starting to heat up.

Both couldn’t tell at first if it was the heat of the moment or their anger boiling over, but both non-verbally agreed it was time to stop yelling. They gripped at their chests, hearts racing with the timbre of a marching band. The moment arousal hit them, both were doomed and didn’t even know it.

Confused by his stirring cock, Desmond looked down at Anrold leaning against a nearby table. Which was odd for him cause though he was taller than Desmond he never had to crane his neck in such a way. Beyond the obvious sweat that made it look like his friend had gotten a tall drink spilled all over him, his panting form seemed to be losing quite a bit of mass. Arnold’s body now rivaled his own gangly arms and slim figure. Except Arnold was more refined, his dips quite pleasant to the eyes and skin looking smooth as silk. A smaller cutie was just what the love doc ordered too, as Desmond felt his cock grow more erect the longer he stared.

This was two beings discovering their feelings though, so naturally Arnold was next to be riled up. His hand desperately tried to press down the stiffy growing in his pants as he stared up at the friend now rising a whole foot above him. Desmond was slick with sweat, and he couldn’t take his eyes off him. His skin began to subtly glisten like fine marble and his body was becoming more imposing. In a good way, he hated to admit. Biceps were proudly rising on his friend’s noodle arms, his pecs tightening and expanding within his shirt before his very eyes. Strong, let alone attractive was not something ever used to describe Desmond, yet Arnold was sure as hell thinking of both.

Both of their eyes nervously locked, they could see the growing want in each other. Arnold knew he wasn’t into men, yet his friend was blossoming into a handsome man for which he thirsted, Desmond’s usually oval shaped, brown eyes simmering towards a sharper gaze that held golden jewels with snake-like slits for pupils which stirred his heart. Desmond too was surer than sure he had no interest in men, and clearly the feelings coming over him he could tell were not bound to some attraction for the male form. The beauty he was seeing emerge from his friend possessed a delicate grace, like that of a woman. Arnold’s eyes became delectable morsels for his own, their ocean blue irises dyed a beautiful gold much like his, with similar slit pupils—a seductive, almond shape encasing them with longer, lush lashes feathering the border.

Arnold finally broke the uncomfortable, erotic silence to point out a strange symbol that appeared on Desmond’s forehead. The same purple crescent moon shape of the charm was now plastered there. More discouraging news followed in the wake of even more markings appearing, two blood red claw-like marks traveling from his back jaw near the ears towards the middle of his cheeks on both sides of his face. Desmond traced their path, feeling them form. Arnold’s body was feeling a bit left out, so similar markings formed on his cheeks as well, but thinner, brown and coming in threes. He made the point that they looked like whiskers. These were apt omens, considering the foxy and wolfy essences swimming inside both men.

The most freaked of the two was Arnold, Desmond looking more and more content on gently riding the gradual build up of power flowing through him. Arnold pleaded for his friend to say something, but all he did was shut his eyes and grunt. With great power comes great arousal, and Desmond was feeling that high, his dick surpassing its normal size once it reached full erection. Every pulsation sent ripples of pleasure across his entire form, causing more of his musculature to stir and throb. Both muscle and cock grew with every heavy, energizing breath. Electricity danced like a current in his bones, causing them to rattle and creak, his body shape becoming broader as the changes continued. Thicker, stronger, his whole being was being compacted with new strength and vigor, his cock now a huge fucking cobra traveling up his tightening pants, fighting against their grip as his body ate away at the space. The compression only aroused him further, his cock releasing a small trickle of precum as the tip suddenly kissed the hot charm nestled within his pocket. Waves of euphoric energy pounded his meat, and the meat of his body as well, causing an explosion of meat to materialize all at once—meat everywhere! Arnold’s heart stirred over the sight. He munched on the mental popcorn that was his friend letting out a brutish moan while his body expanded, chest puffing out, abs rising upon his once sickly core, toned arms pulling the sleeves of his shirt more taut, quaking thighs wishing to break free of their prison, and a thick, delectable cock unloading hot passion as its shifting length pushed the crescent moon charm out of his pocket.

This was crazy, absurd, and not for just the changes both were undergoing, but Arnold couldn’t understand why he found this so hot. His body fought against the panic in his mind, but to little avail—the body knows what the body wants. Arnold’s feeble in comparison dick continued to pinch a tent in his soft, comforting panties. The texture only served to make him more agitated and fuel the intense warmth seizing him, branching out from his chest where his charm rested. A thought then emerged within him as he also noticed the charm that had fell out of Desmond’s pocket, radiating on the ground. It couldn’t be… It couldn’t be! But it was, and that truth smacked him like a fierce wind, his body arching back and ass slamming down onto the table he was leaning on. He let out a shrill, terrifyingly effeminate shriek as he felt his spine push inward a bit, creating a finer slope for itself and causing his chest to posture outward more. He hugged at his shoulders shaking in fear, caught off guard by the dipping, sensual slopes they had become. All of his bones shattered, it felt like firecrackers going off inside him, his frame crunching down into more of a bite-sized, androgynous pretty boy.

Eventually the skeletal chaos came to an end, leaving Arnold awestruck at how small he’d become. There was no time to waste though and he was met by another rush of adrenaline and pleasure, the muscles in his chest tightening, twisting and then suddenly loosening up to fill with a tantalizing, fattening weight. He really couldn’t catch a break, forced to squirm and watch another noticeably feminine shift in his physique, small, supple hills rising under his shirt. Cupping one of the growing breasts sent a jolt through his body. He didn’t moan but fuck he should have. The poor guy’s mind wandered to thoughts of finding whatever way he could to arouse his sexy friend and a good moan would’ve done it. There were other means though.

Before Arnold knew it, his body was moving with the purpose to tease. He hardly noticed it, his mind all over the place jumping from fear to thirst to confusion. He was definitely in a panic though, much more than Desmond was. His body may as well have been moving on its own, sensually and slowly flipping itself over on the table and presenting its tensing ass directly at Desmond. The same tightening and slow expansion of fat that had hit his chest soon followed, now rippling through his thighs and bottom. New tissue bubbled to life under his trunk, adding a lot of beautiful extra junk. That junk filled his pants, more and more, until it eliminated most of the slack. Then came a rush of strength, followed by a moan with no second-guessing. His now fatter thighs rumbled and throbbed as toned, female muscle bulked them and pulled everything more tautly in place. The same assault happened to his ass cheeks, the sagging pear of flesh tightening and lifting with more beautiful breadth of thickness.

Arnold’s panties were completely devoured by the monstrous cheeks, yanking the front of them more harshly against the head of his cock. It didn’t take long for the teasing to deliver sweet release, Arnold moaning as his cock released a few spurts into his lacy enticer. Of course Anrold thought this was wrong. He couldn’t dare think he wanted this, wanted his friend, wanted this body. He snapped himself back to reality, surprisingly, but it’d be short lived. His friend Desmond was slipping willingly away and he would certainly bring his friend down with him.

Desmond could sense the demonic energies emanating from his friend, a seductive beauty aching for his touch. His own mind stirred magnificently at the thought, as if it was the single drive of his entire being to dominate and be lusted for. It is all he had ever wanted. Truly nothing else mattered anymore. It only made sense that Arnold wanted it too, that this want meant for the both of them. You could say this was their true essences being laid bare. Why not accept and indulge?

The aroused man fully gave himself over to the raging demon inside, and Sesshomaru—the demon’s name—devoured his ego, taking Desmond and all he was into itself and forming a new identity from it. Sesshomaru was now his name, a far better name than Desmond I think we can all agree. All the memories of what he once was seemed trivial at this point, nothing but mere tools to use against his friend. Yeah, this was going to be fun.

Fun though was something Arnold was insisting he wasn’t having, trying his damn best to fight off the rising discourse of the demon within his own mind. The name Ahri began to creep into his subconsciousness. He proved more stubborn though and held the name down beneath the murky mental waters, trying to drown it, but each time it resurfaced it brought promises of power, pleasure, and the companionship he had always been missing. He threw it aside as empty promises, dark temptations, foolishly thinking he was fighting them off. Desmond was surely succeeding as well! Arnold peered over his shoulder—ignoring his hips instinctively gyrating without his consent—straight towards his friend with a baited smile, only to be crushed by the site of a man even more enticing and intimidating than before.

Desmond’s gaunt features were no more, a male model chiseling itself across the canvas of his former face, bones cracking and cartilage popping as sharper features formed. His nose popped out pointy and triangular, as did his chin—though that retained a more rounded tip. The bridge above his eyes became more distinct and defined, eyebrows thinning into an effeminate, yet furrowed shape that once his eyes formed a sharpness, brought with it a titillating gaze. As intense as the expression on his face looked, like predator towards prey, there was still a soft allure that drew his friend in, forced him to want for whatever dangerous ecstasy those eyes promised.

“Well look at you. Sweet thing…” Sesshomaru muttered, his lean lips delivering every word with carnal calmness.

Arnold’s heart skipped many beats, his soul weakened from the loving utterance. He’d never been a flustered mess before, it was so embarrassing. It was so exciting as well. To be gazed at by this man, to be lusted for much like a woman. He was at a loss, why the hell did it turn him on!? Unable to look away, his friend continued to become an object of his desire.

Desmond’s body further bulked up as if to taunt Arnold’s succumbing ways, muscle stretching the contours of his clothing. Biceps bulged, abs rose, and his chest broadened into two savoury slabs of steel. His thickening hands trembled with excitement before harshly gripping Arnold’s ass, getting a nice squeal out of him. He cursed at Desmond, pleaded for him to stop, to snap back to his senses, despite clearly yearning for more. It mattered not though, his friend’s hands carving a path towards the lip of his pants, ready to disrobe him. You’d think the fact Arnold’s crossdressing secret was at risk of reveal would send him into a terrified fit, but he actually looked on with anticipation. He wanted it out in the open after keeping it bottled up for so long, the itch of freedom so strong now, bearing down on his psyche as he panicked over what he had become, what he had been reduced to. The demon corrupting him wouldn’t let up the fight. Nope, it wanted out, wanted to flaunt it all, wanted to show itself off to the enchanting Sesshomaru.

“No, no, no! Don’t look!” Arnold shouted as his pants were gracefully peeled from his body, revealing his full ass-eating panties. The cute underwear, moist from his earlier mess, complimented his creamy skin well. Arnold knew his fashion too, not having gone cheap on the brand. They were exquisite, the lace of the panties brushing his plump cheeks and the flowery textures of the more transparent parts tattooing his stiff cock.

Sesshomaru smiled over the reveal. It was a shock even for him honestly, but it only seemed fitting. His friend was oozing feminine energy, this was just another sign it was meant to be.

“What other secrets are you hiding my dear?” Sesshomaru teased, using one of his now sharpening nails to slice off the panties. “You can no longer hide your desires from me. I can smell the woman in you coming out.”

“What are you saying!? No, Desmond! Stay away!” Arnold shouted, mustering up a fit to try and escape. It was a halfhearted attempt truth be told. This was all a last plea, a final denial to what the demon inside already knew. He fucking wanted it.

Sesshomaru pinned Arnold against the table and immediately went low like the gentleman he was, fondling his friend’s balls first before gripping his cock firmly and beginning to slowly stroke it. A delightful little spurt of cum flung itself free at his immediate touch. This caused Arnold to flip out into a murmuring mess before his struggle simmered down as he melted to his friend’s strokes. Sesshomaru worked his cock, gradually building the speed over time, wishing to milk as much as he could out of his prey’s satisfying reactions. But this dick stroking was just a tool to spurn on the changes Sesshomaru truly desired. He wanted that woman Arnold was to become. He cupped one of Arnold’s small tits, hoping to tease some more growth out of it. To his delight, he could feel a bra.

“Yes, you really are a woman aren’t you?” Sesshomaru whispered in his friend’s ear as he leaned more forward.

“N-No! I’m not…” Arnold feebly denied.

“But you are,” Sesshomaru assured. “And you grow more delectable by the moment.”

The demonic essences of the two men were mingling together in the air, their energies basically fucking each other on an ephemeral level. How romantic right? Even Arnold was unsure anymore of why he kept fighting it. But he had to keep strong, certain he knew who he truly was, what he wanted, but did he really? It honestly didn’t matter. The body is what the body wants, and it wanted Sesshomaru. It wanted him in a way that would give peak pleasure. So, a woman it was.

Sesshomaru felt the changes returning to Arnold, his body throbbing and beginning to squirm. In response he began to beat him off faster and massage a breast starting its growth again. His demonic lover was now fully stirred, her feminine mass building further upon what was already there. The thin, hourglass torso of Arnold fattened with toned, plump mass that alongside his burgeoning chest, made for a dramatic, shapely expansion that he would no longer be able to deny as female. More and more his body filled out, breasts rising like loafs of bread, tucking the string of Arnold’s charm between them and stretching the fabric of his office shirt. His flat stomach kept expanding as well, pulling his shirt taut with little room left to grow. A healthy dosage of fat coated in muscle painted the landscape of his tummy into a seductive valley of hills and curve-like grooves.

Arnold’s voice began to crack and raise in pitch, more androgynous moans and protests fluttering from his lips now as a female body looked ready to burst from his clothing. The desirable physique of his torso was forming shadows upon the white cloth, his body stretching oval openings between the buttons of the shirt, revealing morsels of the allure beneath as well as letting the charm that had caused this all to dangle out. Each button clung on for dear life but somehow held. His chest—still growing—began to fill out his bra proper, creases in cloth forming all around his chest the larger they grew and pulling down at the upper part of the shirt, laying bare his slimming neck and collar bone. Both succulent fruits upon his chest fought for freedom, pushing his outfit to the brink of bursting its upper buttons, a boob window forming from the pull.

Sesshomaru stopped his groping and let the impressive tits finish jiggling to life while plopped onto the table. They were that perfect balance of firm, sagging while still seeming to defy gravity. They’d likely be spilling outwards to the sides if not for being propped up by the bra—Arnold had chosen his cup-size well. They were just big ol’ flesh pillows upon his chest squashed against the table that he couldn’t help but entice by swaying back and forth, stimulating his stiff nipples and plumpening areola, as well as jettisoning more hot cream from his dick. It was astonishing his cock remained hard as a rock. He had been pent up for so long, and now he was becoming a woman. He still couldn't admit it to himself, but he wanted to empty it all. Every, last, drop of inflamed masculinity had to be expelled.

Sesshomaru kept playing with the poor Arnold’s dick, polishing the head with a heated grace that lead to another flurry of white ropes stringing across the ground beneath them. This was lucky for the demonic lust now coating Arnold’s soul, the awakened demon calling out for more from her lover through the moaning maw of the human now perishing. All reservations die in bliss and Arnold was no different. It was a revelation for her, a great awakening you could say. No matter the gender, there are just some peaks of pleasure you simply must ride and see through to the end, no matter the consequences.

Then came the fierce tugs to her cock, hollowing walls of muscle within Arnold yanking onto it something fierce, frantically drawing it inward. Sesshomaru didn’t even need to keep up his strokes anymore, the ecstasy from each tug sending spurts from the shrinking dick of his friend. Instead he merely moved towards softly rubbing and fondling her balls, which began to flatten a bit between her legs. Between the sacks he felt the delightful ridges of a pussy just waiting to open wide. A cavernous space inside was pulsating against the surface, causing this ridge to tense and both testicles to quiver. Her dick was shriveling up near the top of the unopened slit. It was almost time, and wasting no time Sesshomaru harshly shoved both of Arnold’s balls into him, encouraging them to be devoured by the ravenous demon within.

“Oh fuuuck! Take them!” Arnold cried, feeling his balls sucked in, leaving nothing but smooth flesh behind.

The demon was happy and tore into them splendidly, crushing each sack into crumpled masses which where jostled around in her lower torso, settling into ovaries on each side. There was no denying her feminine soul any longer, Arnold letting the name that had been banging on the mental jail cell doors this whole time free. Ahri was here now, perhaps even was always there in some small way, and she thirsted for all her masculinity to be taken from her. She was no man, she only craved them.

“Yes! Empty it! Empty it all!!” she continued with her rapturous cries, her pathetic dick somehow pumping out more cum than it seemed equipped to produce. The little guy packed quite a load still. The years had truly not been kind to it. I think we can agree it’d find more use as a clit inside the fresh, salivating slit of a succubus demon though. The cumming was simply an excited expenditure towards that eventuality, Ahri’s pussy fully opened and welcoming her nothing-of-a-dick into her tight folds.

Ahri cooed as Sesshomaru plunged a few fingers into her new slit, her walls happily clamping on them. His fingers glided across the bean that was once her dick as he toyed inside her, spurring her into an immediate orgasm for which Sesshomaru then withdrew and relished in the sounds and sights of. The woman’s true voice was finally unleashed through the wails—a smooth as honey seductress liberated from her years of cravings.

“Finally… you have come to me.” Sesshomaru said while positioning himself behind the tensing Ahri, gazing at her pulsating ass which looked ready to burst. He gripped the impressive cheeks, his nails growing monstrously sharp, drawing a bit of blood as he groped the fat. Feeling rumbling mass and jittering bones stirred a pulsation within his own body as well, both demons ready to erupt in change once more, but together now. Romantic no? To change in unison.

Ahri’s hips snapped wider, releasing a mountain of wriggling fat into her ass in its wake, Sesshomaru’s hands sinking into the pillowy flesh. In perfect harmony, Sesshomaru’s body grew alongside, more corded muscle and bulging mass building upon his already strong body. His abs became more detailed and hardened like a marble sculpture and the peaks of his biceps stiffened into permanent expressions of strength. The broadening size of his form tugged open the spaces between the buttons of his shirt in much the same what had happened with Ahri. Their clothes were the last trappings of their humanity holding them back.

Both knew the answer was clear, what they needed to do to fulfill the hunger ready to unleash. No words were spoken, physicality all that was needed honestly. Tender words were not something for these two that held as much truth as the act itself. So with that, Sesshomaru plunged his erect dick into the tight, virgin cunt of Ahri, drawing blood—the scent tickling the nose of the inner beast of Sesshomaru. For Ahri, the mere sound of her body being broken in enticed her eardrums, her hearing becoming more acute as the shape of her ears crackled and popped into a sharper shape.

Ahri forced herself around, wanting to face the loving beast that was inside her, to finally see the face of the man who freed her soul. Sesshomaru obliged, letting her re-position until she was seated more on the table on her back with him inside her leaning over. Still the gentleman, he began with powerful, slow thrusts that stirred her deep. Ahri wrapped her arms around her lover’s waist as he put more into each strike, needing to keep herself steady sure, but also to keep him close, gazes locked. It was important that both of them witness each others humanity finally slip, the faces of their truest desires to be revealed during harmonious copulation.

Slowly they peeled away to the rhythm of their sex. Each plunge Sesshomaru made Ahri hop her hips, and with each action came a reaction. Each one’s hair began to grow out very long, their silky mane’s cascading down to their lower backs while gaining perfect volume and splendor; Ahri’s was a dark black, Sesshoamru’s a bright silver. Their hair would be quite the sight under the moonlight, sparkles likely to fly. The hair perfectly complimented the beauty shaping upon their faces too, Ahri gaining a sensual, buxom-cheeked with sharp-chin allure. Even her crooked teeth fixed themselves, joining into pristine rows of perfect, pearly whites.

These two were more than just beauties however, but beasts as well. The demons had waited long enough and were ready to lay themselves bare. As the sex picked up speed and intensity, both began to claw at each other and howl with far more animalistic cries and grunts that you might mistake them for dogs if that was your sort of thing. They were more animal than simply that however, both of their ears sharpening into elfish, long shapes. Though while Sesshomaru’s stayed at the sides of his head, Ahri’s began to grotesquely travel upwards on her head and widen. As they swam through her thick hair towards the top of her head they seemed to pull out hair along the way and add it onto themselves, leaving no mistake by the time they reached their resting spot that they were a pair of beautiful, elated fox ears twitching about, soaking in the sweet sounds of crashing hips into her ass. Hell, if you could pick up on every shlick, every thwack of a good fucking, I bet it’d arouse you as well.

Ahri wrapped her legs around her lover as she could feel his body surge with strength once more, his beefy muscle finally bursting his top. His sculpted chest dripped with sweat and exuded such power with every heave that it drove her senses crazy. She hadn’t felt this good in ages, the sex a lavish sustenance which sated her powers and lust, brought them back out to the forefront of her mind where they belonged. She lived for this and could sense Sesshomaru did as well. They were carnal beings meant for sex and decadence and lording their powers over those they deemed playthings. But to be fucked by someone of equal standing, another demon, was utterly romantic.

“Curse this mortal coil! Mooore! I need more!” Ahri shouted to the heavens. The beast inside her still felt restricted. But with a growing nub above her ass she could feel it finally caving. Her tailbone pierced the skin and began to slither out and wag happily once reaching a good length. It then splintered into multiple appendages like a hydra growing its heads. Skin and muscle began to form like moss on the dry bone, fur following suit. It didn’t take long for nine, fluffy fox tails as soft as wool to spill off from the table top and brush at Sesshomaru’s feet. They were massive in size and Ahri put that size to good use, draping them over the back of her lover to create a cocoon of love around them both. A self-made fox den for them to finish their steamy matrimony.

Sesshomaru delighted in his lover’s gentle fur. He wanted to make them frizz with ecstasy. She wanted more, she would get more, and with that his dick throbbed and increased in size, squeezing into every tiny bit of space within Ahri’s inner canal. This sent them both over and edge, Ahri digging into Sesshomaru’s back with sharpening talons upon her fingertips. The pain dripped into pleasure for him. It made sense, never before had these two beings been able to mate with another ravenous sex fiend. They knew the most grandiose of pleasure awaited them at the end of this feast. So they bared their teeth, ready to take that final bite.

Sesshomaru’s own tail emerged with his quickening thrusts. Far puffier than even Ahri’s, he wrapped it around his shoulder like a royal adornment. He finally felt complete, at the top where he belonged, and as he gazed down at Ahri he shuddered at the thought that she too could join him there. Seeing her experience one last explosion of female mass burst her out of her clothing, all he could think of was perfection. She was the perfect prey, the perfect meal, the perfect woman.

“My love,” Sesshomaru tenderly grunted, feeling the rising heat within his loins spurring on a massive eruption. “Howl with me my love!”

He gave off a long, drawn out howl, Ahri more of an elongated yelp, both letting the beast out in their moment of bliss. Hot, whit spunk filled Ahri to completion, her womb stuffed at its entrance by her lover’s thick head. Sesshomaru could feel her sucking him dry for everything he had, her walls feeling as if they were beating him off with firm, loving hands.

Their joint orgasm seemed poised to drag on for quite some time, a release unlike anything a human body could likely ride the waves of. They were above that now though, their bodies made for pushing the limits of pleasure. Everything the once human males had been denied had been given to them tenfold. And their appetites were insatiable now, having tasted the peaks of what was possible. They were not going to be satisfied by each other alone however. Thankfully they were all for an open relationship with there being an office full of prey for them to indulge in, and they had the power to make them all weak in the knees with a simple stare.

Time to work those charms you two.