Wicked Magic

The more of his semen I swallowed, the stronger the strange warm feeling became in my stomach, spreading throughout my entire body. The taste, which had been strange at first, began to change in my perception. It wasn't just that I was getting used to it. No, it was more like I was enjoying it. The unimaginable thought crept into my mind that there was nothing better tasting in the world and I wanted to drink more and more of it. Not just this demon's semen, but every man's in the whole world.

What kind of devilish spell was this? How could I feel such perverse desires?

But with every second, my desire grew stronger, and I licked the oozing cream from his stiff phallus, careful not to waste a single drop.

I felt myself changing...