Black Majik

The blonde didn’t know when or how but her sword was launched from her hands. Before she could call it back she felt a hand grab her throat and pin her against the tunnel wall. Inside the dark living shadow she could barely make out an arm the size of a tree trunk. Summoning her power she tried to set the thing on fire. Embarrassingly the fire lasted for only a second before fizzling out. Numerous spells from Strange also fizzled or passed through the creature.

Majik tried to look defiantly into the creatures eyes. Like she said she faced threats like these for a long time now. She wasn’t scared of them. But him…she felt so weak, so pathetic the moment their eyes met. All knowledge of spells and thoughts of her sword vanished. Even retreat no longer occurred to her. She was helpless. The Sorcerer Supreme was right, this thing was beyond her. And possibly beyond him.

The worst part of their connection was she could feel it’s power. It’s ability to take anything about her and effortlessly change it. And she couldn’t resist. No. She didn’t want to resist. Majik no longer had a face of fear, but of acceptance. “Mould me demon. Do as you wish.”

Black Lust smiled, the grin almost reminding her of Venom. “I need a Queen. And a warrior.”

“No!” Strange yelled trying to open a portal below him but the creature floated above the space. Dirt and old subway parts fell around them.

Majik couldn’t nod with the tight hold on her throat but she gave the notion with her eyes, “I can be both.” Suddenly she began squirming. Her eyes becoming red, her hair growing longer and thicker, but her body also growing more muscular. The once toned woman was now very toned and athletic. The blonde then moaned as her tits and ass expanded to pornographic proportions. “Ohh fuck!”

“Feel the lust. Be the lust.” The voice invaded her. She closed her eyes and let out a small sigh before opening her eyes again with a perverted smile. “Good. Now deal with that annoying mosquito for me. I will grace my servant with an advantage.”

“Yes, master!” Black Majik felt the hold on her neck disappear and without hesitation she dashed towards her previous mentor. Spells cascaded towards her but they fizzled just as they did versus the presence influencing her.

Strange knew this was a lost fight. That retreat was the answer. Preparing a teleport he groaned in frustrated agony. Suddenly his dick had grown and thickened being as thick as a bottle and sixteen inches long. Having to move it up the hem of his pants was only a few seconds of inconvenience but the throbbing sensitive nature…he couldn’t concentrate. It was clouding his thoughts. “Foul beast…I will…” **** he tried to fly away but the swift blonde and black form tackled him to the ground. Curse whatever was happening because Stephen felt himself grinding against the woman on top of him pinning him. She smiled and began grinding back, granting him pleasure he so desperately needed. “Majik…we need to stop…”

She smiled deviously at him, “Mhmm yes, too much foreplay when we both are so ready!” God why was her Russian accent so hot!? She spun and propped her now thick ass inches from his face on his chest while pulling his newly enlarged member from his pants, “Oh, sir! My Master was so kind to you!” Oh god her mouth felt like heaven! Stephen tried to resist but he knew himself well enough his inner demons were his biggest weakness. And feeling his sexy apprentice worshiping his now gigantic member was a sexy fantasy of his. He knew if he gave in that the creature would have free reign to do whatever it willed to them but thrusting at the warm mouth teasing his shaft he couldn’t care less.

All he could do was whisper, one last spell. “Wanda…danger!”