Becoming the Witch’s Familiar

“Ashkiel…!”

Gildroy pressed her against the tree with all his might. Grasping one of her swinging tits, he slammed into her over and over, his primal urge to breed forcibly undoing the years of training his manners.

Feeling only his dick slide in and out, her teeth gnashing, she had no choice but to succumb to the pleasure forced onto her by the man plugging away at her main mouth. She panted excitedly, driving him to press harder, slapping his balls on her erect clit as he took her from behind.

“Give it to me! Give it to me!” Sara’s voice was incredibly high pitched, higher than she thought it would go. Normally, lingering thoughts would have appeared reminding her of her past life, but not today. “Ah!! Ah!”

While still shorter than her finger, the man at least knew how to throw it around, finding and focusing on the one spot she miraculously felt towards her entrance. He continued to press in and out, her main mouth trying to hold his minute manhood as it teased her innards.

She was not sure how, but the young lord cleared a patch of snow from within the woods, forming their own private world surrounded by ice. The grass beneath their feet was almost slimy, the organic matter deprived of sunlight and pressed down by pounds and pounds of heavy snowdrifts.

“I’m sorry, but-!”

Sara felt a sting across her behind. Her eyes opened wide as the pain at the top of her rear began to slowly burn.

But just as she welcomed the pain, it vanished.

“Again! Again!” She shouted, demanding him to strike her again.

Gildroy did as obliged and spanked her once more, turning her dark brown skin into a slightly more red shade. “Take that, you-!” The young lord stopped himself, remembering the last time.

Sara relished in the pain.

Something about it felt good. She was unsure how, but now she understood Stella a little more. The woman was a freak and she was becoming one as well.

With every thrust, he slapped her full behind, his hand causing it to jiggle as he continued to plug away at her now dripping pussy. The sounds of her sopping hole echoed through the trees that stood above the snows broken up with the occasional spank and moan.

“Cum, bitch!” Gildroy finally grunted, adding another slap that turned Sara’s ass bright red.

With her mind drowning in sheer sexual ecstasy, she could only do what he asked. Her walls tightened around his short fuck stick, her folds gripping it for dear life as she sprayed from her pussy all on the ground beneath her. Screaming as he continued to shove himself inside her, causing her knees to finally give way, dropping her. Her shoulders reached the ground, forcing her lower half into the air, her lover still slamming into her beet-red pussy.

Soon, his roars joined her screams as Gildroy pumped her full of his seed once more, taking advantage of her tightened hole and slumped figure. Grasping her now sore ass, he slid the tip of his thumb in her hole, sending her pleasure to an even higher plane.

Her mind was long gone, but she could still feel his now familiar warmth spread into her. Already satisfied from their last endeavor in his home, this was now just for fun rather than sustenance.

“Ugh… I love your ass so much…” The young lord groaned, still massaging her stinging butt. Though he was flaccid, he remained inside, attached to her. The two were drenched in sweat, despite being surrounded by the cold snow.

As he thumbed her asshole again, he began to harden inside her once more. His dick was relentless, hungry for the exotic woman currently at the end of its short length.

“No…” she groaned, coming out of her daze. Her face was to the ground, so there was no way to fully express to him her discontent. “Stop…”

Gildroy smiled. “Oh?” He pressed his thumb deeper inside her ass as he pressed his dick in her vagina.

She could feel both foreign agents, the two almost coming in contact with each other, inside her. A bit of cold air entered her rectum, causing a chilling sensation to reach into her ass hole. “Your mouth says ‘no’, but this little gal here is screaming ‘yes’...”

The young lord began to pump in and out of her with his dick once more. Her already sore clit felt his nuts slap against it again.

But this time, her focus was on a new pleasure.

He continued to play with her virginal hole, teasing the tight space that was nothing but a false rectum, made to carry on the illusion she was a human being and not a monster that thrived off of sex. In truth, it probably was only a few inches deep, something he would never reach the end of with neither his thumb nor his dick.

As he dug further in, her anal walls wrapping his thickest digit, she gulped loudly. That hole would not collect his mana. That hole was not made for him to penetrate. That hole was one she shared with her old body.

Not physically, her new form was only a facsimile of a human, but the anatomy was the same. As a man, only stuff came out of there, serving no other purpose whatsoever. But as a woman, it was a new gateway.

“It’s not even functional!” One side argued, as the lordling pressed on, opening her to new sensations. “Besides, she will never be a man again! Samuel is dead!”

“But still!” The weakening opposition rebutted. Her last shred of manlihood stood steadfast, resilient with the sixty-plus years of being built up, the final shade of the war-hardened general she once was. “What would my men say? The former Hand of Altalour being reduced to a whore?”

As her internal war raged, Gildroy continued to pump in and out of her, groaning while playing with her anus. “Aw fuck…” He whispered, admiring her hole that sucked on his thumb. The male urge to stick his dick in there overtook him.

Still face down, ass up, her inner council raged on, “It feels good!” her inner woman shouted, “Who cares what my old men think? I am not their leader anymore! I am Succubus Sarakiel, a being of lust! One who preys on the desires of human men, a devil feasting upon their mana!”

“No!” The years of conditioning withstood, “The Duke of Steel will never be reduced to a slave of pleasure! He has razed nations, slaughtered the strongest of men and pillaged the houses of old to build one even greater in his-”

She felt a warmth in her ass.

“Twelve hells!” Gildroy shouted, her anus choking his cock. Even only three inches long, Sara could feel him hit the back of her throat, the foreign invader now in her once-virginal hole.

It felt wonderful.

“Ashkiel! Ashkiel-!” He grunted, now plugging away in her ass. She could feel every motion, every inch, every bump of his cock in her tight hole. It reminded her of her first time in the cave, the new unexplored feelings she never knew she would come to enjoy.

“Aughhh!” Sara no longer fought him. She gave herself to this lesser lord of Thistlebrook. Her last barrier crossed as his dick rammed in and out of her hole, the young man excited at the foreign appearing woman surrendering to his fuck stick.

He gripped her ass once more, each cheek pressing past his fingers as he turned into an animal, slamming the last bit of manhood out of her.

Sara’s grunts grew higher and higher pitched. Somehow, now ignoring her vagina, frothy cum sprayed out of it as the golden haired ruler took on a new enthusiasm he never had before.

“Ohhhh! Your asshole feels amazing, dear! Ahhh!” He no longer was a refined gentleman as his screams echoed through the trees around them. Anyone walking on the forest path nearby would hear the two go at it animalistically. His balls slapping her grew tighter, foretelling his intentions.

She was pinned to the ground, the current head of House Olson, a station less than her old one, plowed her ass. “Aughh!” She grunted, cumming once more. “Gildroy!” She shouted, hungry for his cum in a spot that would provide her with no benefit outside of pleasing her, “Gildroy, I love you!”

She did not mean it, but knew what it would do to him: It turned him into a monster.

Flipping her over, she now had no choice but to look at the man who conquered her. The man who showed her a new world of pleasure. The man with the damned emerald green eyes who looked at her with a smitten look upon his face.

“I- I love you too, Ashkiel!” He shouted, growing thicker in her asshole. From her new position, he hit a previously unknown spot inside her, causing her to cum once more as he relentlessly slammed into her anus. “Pl- please be mine forever!”

His thrusts grew faster, faster than they ever have been, widening her hole to his shape. The lord was set on making her his own, something she began to actually consider as he-!

Gildroy roared as his cum was fired out of his body like a cannon, no longer able to hold back the tidal wave that flooded her rectum.

The shallow hole, nothing more than a small illusion meant to sell her to the prey she was to feast upon, was overflowing with his seed. His semen would serve no purpose in there, neither for their goal of procreation nor hers for nourishment.

But it felt good.

- - - -

“Ashkiel…” Gildroy slid on his pants he had discarded once they reached the sanctuary he had made for them in the woods, “I know you probably only said that to get me going, but I still mean it… I love you.”

Sara had just barely come down from her orgasmic heights, her cool head beginning to settle in once more.

The look on the young lord’s face was undeniably sincere. She, too, once appeared as she did to the only woman who had rocked her world an entirely separate lifetime ago. A twinge of pain gripped her heart as she quickly thought of Stella’s fate.

“I…” What could she say? The man fell in love with a monster who only did not kill him because his dick was too short. He would be nice to keep around, essentially mana she could have on tap, but she was not sure if she could maintain the emotional investment.

Best to keep the boy down.

“I can’t say I can return those feelings today, but I still want to see you…” It appeared some of the pragmatic general remained inside her, keeping the easy-to-reach access of his mana on hand, in case she nearly starves once again.

The normally resolute young man became crestfallen. She could only string him along so far. “I… I can take that.” He looked to the side, unable to hide his disappointment this time.

It did take a lot to confess your love to a woman, Sara knew.

“Don’t get me wrong!” She started, unsure of how to finish her statement, “You will be the only man I see!” She internally kicked herself, thinking of a way to pivot back to her side, “But I can’t just drop everything and be with you!”

Sara felt bad about lying to the young lord, she will be far from exclusive when able, but she could not seem to find it within her to break the man’s heart. She was not that much of a monster.

His expression flipped around, becoming genuinely happy once more. His green eyes glittered with pure joy, “I understand, my beloved Ashkiel… I will continue to do my best to win you over and provide you with everything I can with this full heart of mine.”

Another twinge of regret passed through her upon hearing the fake name. The man genuinely loved her, but knew nothing about who she was and what she was.

He had fallen in love with an entirely different person.

- - - -

Upon returning to Proudmane Manor, an unfamiliar face greeted her. Only two days had passed since their scrap, but The Eternal now appeared to her more candidly without his mask.

The elf stood at the doorway, smiling at his student, “Well, you have been doing quite well lately.”

Sara stopped before the tall elf, his tone more closer to hers, most likely due to his reclusiveness in either libraries or within the ridiculous get up he refused to leave for at least the month she had known him, “A girl’s gotta eat.”

“Right…” The man nodded sharply, prompting Sara to consider if he had ever had sex before. “How about we continue our lesson?

She was sore, but ready to continue her purpose, “Fine. What’s the goal today?”

“I’m going to have Faruzad teach you some earth spells.”