Tricksters

The magician only laughed when he saw her reaction. Instead of going after her, he lay back against the cushions, with his hands behind his head, his enormous protuberance jutting up in the air like the proud mast of a ship. "It's time to seal our bargain, young lady." He cooed. Knowing that she had no real choice, she crawled over to him on her hands and knees and gingerly sat astride his thighs, inches from the two hairy plums of flesh that hung from the base of his frightening bodily instrument. He began to massage her stomach with his left hand, and then slipped it down to part her hidden lips. He worked two of his bulky fingers into the tight spot he found there and began to rub in and out of the slick wet hole, careful to drive them only as deep as they would go. The intrusion was equal parts terrible and exciting for Cassie as the contact sent nervous signals throughout her untrained body. He began to slide the thumb of his other hand along the outside of her lower lips and she realized that she was heating up, and her heart was beating so quickly that it hurt her chest. Her breath was loud in her ears.

Suddenly, he moved his hands around the back of her tight buttocks and grabbed a hold of her hips. He pulled her forward so that the tip of his hard instrument glanced against her pussy. She felt the contact with fear and tingling. She could smell the pungent scent of sweat, tobacco and something unidentifiable. Without warning, the magician lunged his hips forward, and before she had a chance to prepare herself, the head of his cock was buried in her virgin passage.

She cried out in pain and surprise to feel the agonizing stretching. He was not fully inside of her, but she could tell that the way forward would be painful. He moved his hips down for a moment, causing a momentary relief. He forced her chin towards him so that he could stare into her eyes as he took the thing from her that would add so greatly to his power. His face was impassive, unmerciful, but his ragged breath belied his great excitement at this moment of his glory. Manipulating her hips with his powerful hands, he moved his cock head in and out of her several times, savoring the last seconds of her virginity with pleasure. Then, he thrust into her with one quick stroke, splitting her around his massive tool.

Trying not to focus on the pain, Cassie began to move up and down over him, her tight muscles loosening around his engorgement. Her deflowerer was groaning with the stimulation. Snakes of sweat crawled down his cheeks as he moved his hips slowly to meet her. The girl was astonished to find that despite the discomfort, she was experiencing a not unpleasant sensation flooding through her limbs. However, as her pleasure grew, so did her sense of horror, as an awful reality began to dawn.

Something strange was happening to the magician. With a horrible sensation, she realized that he was getting bigger. His stomach and chest began to expand, and his muscles were hardening and becoming more defined. She tried to get off of him, but his hands held her fast. His shoulders appeared to have broadened by at least several inches. She felt his thighs stretch and grow below her. Even the organ that was tucked inside of her was enlarging and she began to fear she would be broken apart. Then she saw his face.

His eyes had changed from brown to green, and the irises were lengthening to slits, like a snake's eyes. He pulled back his lips in a grin, and she screamed as she saw that his teeth had become sharp. A black forked tongue slithered out and tasted the air. He hissed from his throat, "It won't be much longer now, my dear." He was breathing very quickly now, and bucking his hips like an angry horse.

For a moment, Cassie felt almost that she would faint with fear, but bravely she regained her composure. Gasping and hiccupping with the fierce ride, she managed to say, with surprising calm, "Baron, there is one more thing that ... Madame Szabo ... told me, which I didn't mention ... before." She paused to catch her breath. There was still enough human expression in the magician's eyes for him to look confused. His thick black brows twisted querulously. He seemed to be surprised that his show of horrendous strength had not utterly cowed her beyond the point of speech.

The girl continued, this time more steadily. "She said that if you spilled your seed inside the body of a witch, that all of your abilities would be ... stolen. Is that correct?" The Baron began to hiss and shake his head. His hands stopped putting quite so much pressure on her hips. "You see," Cassie said. "Apparently, Madame knew my great-great-great—oh I don't know how many greats. I forget. My great times many grandmother. They were quite chummy, back in the old days! Pity about the whole being burned at the stake thing!"

At that, Kronos grabbed the lithe young girl by the hips and attempted to throw her off of him. With a surprising amount of poise and strength, she resisted his offensive and remained firmly atop him, still engulfing his now very impressive manhood (if he could be considered, at this stage, a man). To the conjurer's dismay, Cassie began to contract her muscles in a highly pleasing way and he felt himself begin to lose control. She leaned down and kissed him, running her tongue along his sharpening teeth.

He tried to scream, but it came out as a hiss. Unbearable stimulation ripped through his body and he could feel his potent load begin to rise. The girl squeezed her accommodating cunt around him and gave a moan of delight as he let go into her womb. As the sticky seed hit her cervix, she began to feel the magician grow smaller, and a wonderful sensation of invincibility rose up within her. As she orgasmed, she threw her head back and screamed.

After several seconds of joy, she realized that she had been transported three feet in the air. She looked down to see Kronos rapidly diminishing. When she laughed, her voice bellowed and echoed off the walls. She floated down to touch him with just the point of her finger. "Goodbye, lover." She whispered. At her touch, he disintegrated into a pile of dust. Afterwards, she collapsed on the floor of the trailer, exhausted. As she fell asleep, the wishing ring slid off her finger and was lost.

They awoke when the bright sun hit their faces. Rose looked around her, disoriented. They were lying in an empty field. Not remembering a thing from the night before, she nudged her sister awake. "Cassie, are we in trouble?" She whispered. The elder sister smiled languidly. "No, sweetie." She purred, flexing her muscles. "All our troubles just became officially over." She took her sister's hand and they began the walk home.