Desire

"What is it?" you ask, your voice a little abashed.

“I know how you feel. My father, he gave me potions to make me better suited as a wife to cement alliances. They changed me both physically and… emotionally. Do you feel it?” He asked.

You nodded, still clutching the rings tightly in your hand. “Yes, I think I do.” You place a hand on your beating heart, conscious of the peculiar tingling of your very erect nipple. “It’s... I feel less confident. And… strangely exited.”

He nodded in agreement. “That is the curse you must endure.” He touched your chin.

You felt a strange thrill at his touch, a sensation that was both confusing and exhilarating. "I will ensure your body's safety, my lord," you promised, trying to ignore the sudden warmth spreading through you. It was centred in your new loins in a very acute manner.

He nodded, his gaze lingering on your breasts for a moment longer than necessary. His hand moved down to them. You gasped, melting at his touch. “I never realised how lovely large breasts are until I became a man.” He observed as he unlaced the bodice of your corset.

You felt your cheeks flame with embarrassment as he revealed your naked breasts. You had never been so exposed like this, as a woman, and certainly not in front of a man. You looked down at your very large and heavy breasts. The nipples were huge! Your nipples. And they were fatly erect.

“We mustn’t, what if we are discovered?!” You whisper.

“It makes it all the more exciting, doesnt it Alex…” he asked.

You swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise up your neck as he cupped your breasts gently. The sensation was foreign yet exhilarating. You had felt arousal before but never like this. The soft mounds of flesh felt so sensitive, so alive under his touch. He leaned in and kissed you again, his tongue dancing with yours as his thumbs rolled over your nipples. You felt your knees wobble slightly and grabbed onto his arms for support.

“I want to fuck your brains out…” he said quietly.

You found yourself nodding. You had to obey, didnt you? “I… um…”

He kissed you again, his hands moving down to your hips, then sliding down to cup your ass, squeezing it firmly. “Do you like this?” He whispered in your ear, his voice thick with lust.

“Yes my lord,” you whispered, confused, frightened and utterly aroused.

“Of course you do,” he told you. “Strip.” He instructed., his eyes dark with desire. You felt your body respond to his command, your hands moving to remove your clothing almost of their own accord. The silk slipped to the floor and you were left naked before him. You felt so **** and the anticipation was delicious.

He took in the sight of you, his eyes roving over your body hungrily. You felt your skin prickle under his gaze, your heart racing like a wild steed. “From my new perspective you are utterly beautiful,” he said, his voice low and gruff with desire. “I hated those massive udders, those weak arms, that submissive need, that unqunchable lust. I wanted to be the way i as before, confident, self assured, fiesty…” he said as he unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock. “Would you look at that! I have a cock!”

“Yes my lord,” you agreed as you stared at your former manhood with a light headed lust clouding your thoughts.

The room was warm, the candle light dancing over the two of you. Giselle took a step closer, his cock standing proud and erect. You felt your body respond, a warmth building between your legs as your clit swelled and your pussy grew wet. It was a strange and powerful sensation. You stepped back slightly, the backs of your legs brushing against the silk sheets of the bed. And then you fell back. You looked up at him. You felt like a princess.

“My lady, may I?” He asked, his voice thick with need.

“Um…” you nodded, dumbfounded.

Giselle took it as an invitation and climbed on top of you, his cock pressing against your thigh. He took a moment to appreciate the sensation of power and control, then leaned down to kiss you again, his cock sliding against your stomach. You felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through you and arched your back, pushing your breasts against his chest. He took that as a sign and positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against your slick folds.

Your eyes widened in shock as you realised what was about to happen and your reason tried to assert itself. And failed. "Doogy style," you said. "Please my lord..." why did you say that? The words seemed to come from someplace deep within.

He nodded and lifted your petite frame easily, turning you around onto all fours with your large ass pointed high, gripping your ridiculously narrow waist as he positioned himself behind you. You felt his cock nudging gently at your entrance and gasped as he deftly pushed into you. You felt so full, so stretched, so small and weak and so utterly claimed. Your pussy was tight around him, squeezing and releasing as he began to thrust, setting a slow, steady rhythm that soon had you moaning into the pillow. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you back onto him with each stroke.

You looked back to see your firm, round butt dominating to his view. The sound of his slapping against your flesh filled the room, punctuating your whimpers of pleasure. It was so strange, feeling him inside you, feeling so... feminine. Yet it was also incredibly arousing. You felt your body responding instinctively, your pussy clenching around him, **** for more.

“God, i was such a slut, wasn’t I?” He groaned.

He took a firmer hold of your hips and began to thrust harder, his breath coming in ragged pants. You felt his cock hit your cervix with each stroke, sending a jolt of pleasure through you that was almost painful in its intensity. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your moans growing louder and more ****.

"Please, Axel, faster," you begged, the words spilling from your lips in a rush of need.

Giselle, now fully in control of your body, chuckled darkly as you called him Alex, that you were thinking of yourself as the princess and him the real man. He increased his pace, his cock slamming into your pussy with a **** that made you gasp and moan with each stroke. You felt the pressure building, your muscles tensing as the orgasm approached. You had never known that such pleasure could exist.

As your climax washed over you, your pussy spasmed around his cock, and you collapsed onto the bed, trembling. Giselle didn't stop, his hips pumping away, driving into your sensitive flesh with a fierce intensity that seemed to only grow stronger. You felt yourself being utterly used by the very body you had once inhabited, and the feeling was intoxicating.

He grunted and gasped and his cock started to spurt inside you, filling your hungry womb with his baby making cream.

You felt his hot seed fill you up, and the reality of what was happening hit you like a ton of bricks. You could be pregnant with your own bodies sperm. You had just had sex with yourself. But it felt so good. The pleasure was indescribable, and you found yourself shuddering through wave after wave of ecstasy as he emptied himself into you.

You gasp and shudder…