A black harp

Heavensong was her favorite harp, but it wasn’t the only one she had. Jasmine had a second harp in her possession – this one a little smaller, completely black, and also magical. She had bought it on a whim years ago, when she had still been living in her hometown, and had played it only twice. The first time everyone within a 1000 meters radius had fallen asleep for hours, which had caused quite a commotion. Fortunately no one had realized that the whole incident had been her doing. The second time she had grown a dick. A real dick and sack of balls. For days had been **** to hide it – fortunately her arousal problems apparently applied to her new “manhood” as well – until finally she had decided to try it. Using Heavensong she had put a young human girl to sleep and, despite feeling a little bad about the girl, had fucked her ass, until finally she had climaxed and the cock had vanished. Since then Jasmine had not dared to play the black harp again, unsure what may befall her next time. She still blushed when remembering that girl, even though it had been years since then.

While both times Jasmine had been unable to control the black harp’s magic she had always been able to control Heavensong’s magic. Ever since she had first bought it Jasmine had been able to cast whichever of Heavensong’s spells she desired. After the second incident with the black harp she had sworn to master its magic too, but even after years of improving her skill she still wasn’t confident enough to risk playing it again.

Jasmine stopped thinking about the past and returned to the present. After a quick check she saw that it would be at least another hour or two before the ship finally arrived at its destination. The young harper silently prayed that the rest of the trip would go without incident.