Black Magic

Grok saw spells of hellfire, demonic summoning, mind control, and the darker spells, it also had notes and entries that told in more about his new **** Ryena. From what he could tell she was more powerful than him in terms of magical skill, but his new forms raw ability was untapped. With some focus and guidance he acquired from the book he could sense magic, even feel it coursing around him, within him, and within her. The runes around the room were like neon lights of mana shaped and bound to the world. He looked over several spells and his curiosity tried to casts some of the simpler ones. The flow of mana within him condensed into his hands as he shaped a rune in the air above it. It transformed into a burning ball of green fire in his hand he only felt a warmth and then he threw the small flame at the wall and its burst leaving a blackened scorch mark on the stone.

Continuing to look at the spell Ryena tried to cast upon him yesterday was very complex. It was actually several spells and with the notes and remnants in the area he emerged it looked like she was trying to summon a creature to bind to her. Promises of power drawn from the creature if the casters will could make it submit.

As the few hours passed while he studied and practiced a few of the spells. Grok also contemplated his whole situation the goddesses, his new body, the conflict with this witch. He was given a goal by the goddesses but he lacked any information about the world. He has obtained some knowledge about magic and he has a companion now, unwilling or not, perhaps he should treat her better than a sex toy.

His mind was conflicted the strange instincts within him urged him to do many things his old human life he would have never considered. Not just because he felt so much stronger in this monstrous body. For his own sanity he tried to be more civilized, the first thing he thought was that roaming the world naked as an animal would be what the wilder drives within him would want. He also contemplated on how to get out of this room with no apparent exits.

In his contemplation, Ryena awoken as he was going through the various nooks and crannies he could find. There wasn't much to scavenge and he made a simple loin cloth and tunic out of some old burlap sacs and rope. After she gained her composure she looked at Grok and chuckled at his apparel. Still covered in his jizz she asked Grok if he would permit her to use simple magic for chores and cleaning at least. Grok interested in this permitted her on the condition she would teach him the incantations. Grok watched the filth and soiled clothes on her disappear with a simple chant. Grok tried the spell himself and the dirty sacs he was wearing seems cleaner, and didn't have that funny smell anymore he was concerned about.

The next thing on his agenda was to ask her about the world, a long afternoon of conversation. She seemed a bit more affectionate to him than before. Grok wondered if she was alright, his senses were far greater in this form than his past life, he could see better even in dim light, hear things clearer, and smell things he never knew before, only his skin layered in tough scales seem to have dulled his sense of touch over his body. He noticed her scent was different from the first encounter and even more so than earlier today. After sometime she offered to make a meal, even though the day passed he wasn't hungry, but he did not turn down the food out of his attempt to be civilized. They continued until the evening where she brought up the topic of her own enslavement and what she was permitted to have and what duties she was to perform.