You change the world around you

Time spent in this space is strange. Despite knowing better, the subliminal workings of your internal clock struggle to maintain a sense as to whether it is day or night, or what day of the week it is. There is no window or glimpse to the outside, as there is no outside to gaze upon, no sun or moon or stars to look upon. All the more confusing to your body, is that since being here and having been granted some of The Dungeon Masters power, you have no need for rest, or the other necessities of a mortal life. You begin to wonder if this is how the Gods feel, and how far removed your master and teacher is from their kind. There is no clear answer, not as yet, and asking would almost certainly result in an obfuscated answer.

The Dungeon Master had left you alone for what seemed like an long time, in the immense library. Many of the books were simply decorations, it turned out, but you still went through them to the degree that you could, trying to learn the written word. You can see through planes of existance and the very fabric that holds all matter together, you had better be able to understand how to read, you think to yourself. You could ask for help, but you sense that The Dungeon Master would simply give you the knowledge and the skills you seek. Just this once, you want to able to have something for yourself, even if it's harder on yourself in the process.

As you let your mind relax from another stressful attempt, your curiosity about him is piqued further. Presumably, he found you in a similar state to what you saw yourself in. You wonder if he may have been a patron at some point, and if he is sexually attracted to you, if he's even capable of such. Before you can resume your studying, you are interrupted as The Dungeon Master makes his presence known, after a long absence.

"While I applaud academic pursuits, I shall feel greatly disappointed if it turns out that all I am to you is a tutor. There are far greater mysteries to uncover. Let us get to them, while we are still young." His sarcastic nature was slowly warming to you as you start to see the underlying playfulness in him.

"Very well." You state simply as you close your book "Where would you have me begin, Master?"

"A change of pace from spectating, to participating."

Your face beams excitedly, moreso than you can remember in a long white "Are you going to teach me spells?"

"In a sense. Spells that wizards and the like learn are temporary as a rule. What we will be doing today most closely resembles the Transmutation skill, except my power, our power now, exists at a more pure, fundamental level."

"What do you mean?"

"That with a simple combination of imagination and will, you can change the characteristics of one thing into another." The Dungeon Master reaches into his cloak and removes a simple, pedestrian rock and hands it to you "You may want to hold that with two hands in a second." As he states this, the fist sized rock suddenly changes to a perfect and bright cube of gold. True to the warning, it becomes significantly heavier in your hands after the transmutation. The point made, you gently place it down and look at it, listening to him "You will find that it is quite real. You will be able to change things as well, with increasing complexity with practice."

"What do I have to do?" You ask, still marveling at the gold and imagining what one could do with that amount of gold, not entirely recognizing the far greater potential you have in your new powers.

"As I said," The Dungeon Master states as he pulls out another rock "All you have to do is imagine in your mind's eye what you want the thing to become, and concentrate on the thing you wish to change, and it will become that thing. There is a limit to this power. The strength of this power is also its weakness, your imagination. If you do not have a clear, precise idea of what you wish to do, an unclear and shoddy affect will result. When it is time, you will be allowed to visit the real world on your own and study it so that you can gain a better mental picture, but that is yet to come. We will start with the basics."

You try to hone your imagination, but you find it wanders to your instructor rather than the rock or the gold you aspire. He's had some fun at your expense, it's time to turn the table. You begin to imagine him naked from under his immense dark cloak, or rather, imagine what you want him to look like. Fairly young with short hair and a close but scraggly beard, flat stomach and strong back. Your mind focuses particularly on the most important few inches of the male body, and focus all of your will on making that happen. The Dungeon Master flinches in surprise to see his body alter in such a way, but does not look scornful at you.

"Dungeoness, I can't say that I'm angry at, just disappointed. You learn quickly, I'll give you that, but I think you lost your concentration at one point..."

"No, I didn't..." You move close to him, your own body changing immediately as you do. Your clothes disappear, your boobs grow like balloons, and though you can't see it, you change your face to a more youthful appearance. Your hands reach forward to grasp the work that you made "This is precisely what I wanted..." your fingers grasp each of The Dungeon Masters cocks; both veiny and thick, one stacked on top of the other "So you can fuck me in both holes at once"

"My dear, I" You cut the Dungeon Master off "Please, Master, given how you found me, and the treatment you've given me since, do not pretend that you don't want me."

"This is incredibly improper, you know" He retorts sheepishly, his playful smile appearing

"I know," you reply in kind as you start to stroke him "Which is why I knew you would say yes"

"Perceptive" He says simply as the library disappears and is replaced with a conjured and immense bedroom appeared. The bed behind the Dungeon Master was a large square, surrounded by tall posts at each corner, hanging curtains at all sides. Small lit candles dotted the space, just enough to see each other in the dark. "Now, this was your idea, take your place"

"As you wish, Master" You seductively respond, removing your hands from his twin cocks and entering the bed. You get up on your hands and knees, your wet pussy and eager ass ready and in full display. You keep your eyes straight ahead, making the thrust inside a surprise and all the more thrilling. His work is a little awkward and clunky, but you figured if you had to try to fuck with two cocks, you'd be a little uncoordinated as well. The Dungeon Master starts moaning almost immediately, his hands holding you by the waist.

"It's been a long time since I've allowed myself to enjoy something like this. Too long"

You coax him along with encouragement as you work your hips back and forth, fucking him back "Will this be happening more often now that you have your little ****?"

"If you keep it up like this, it just might..." The familiar collar that first brought you here appeared around your neck, the chain in his hand. He yanked hard on your neck, causing you to gasp as your back arched hard "Remember, you are the ****, and I am your Master. All the power I give you, all the time I spend with you, is for my benefit and pleasure, not yours..."

You whimper in surrender and lust "Yes Master! Use my holes for your pleasure! Use them as long as you want!" Your moans turn to pants. Your internal muscles tighten and squeeze him as you start to cum. Your body goes limp as it comes to an end, the Dungeon Master having given a pause as you collect yourself.

"You can't be worn out yet, ****" He warns with a slap on your ass "there is more work to be done..." You hoist yourself back up to allow the fucking to continue. Your body starts to sweat and burn in the feeling. You fail to keep your upper body in the air, collapsing again into soft pillows. Your ass and pussy remain upright as you continue to feel his two wonderful cocks slide in and out of you.

"Have you had enough, ****?"

"No, Master!? I can never get enough sex"

"Choose your words more carefully, or you may get more than you bargained for..." Your imagination runs with that, of constantly having a disembodied cock in your ass, sliding in and out until the end of time. "Are you ready for cum, Dungeoness?"

"Yes, please Master! Please fill my **** holes with your cum" As if by command, you immediately feel your pussy and ass fill with hot cum like buckets filled from a well. The Dungeon Master gives no outward sign that he was nearing that point; no moans, no contorting of the face, no grasping your ass tighter, like he came inside solely because he wanted to. Intriguing, but a little disappointing; you had thought you were doing well enough to make him cum. If it's just when he wills it, that takes some of the fun out of it, and the satisfaction that you did a good job. Not all is lost though. As you feel the cocks slide out of you, you plop on the bed, worn out. You feel soft blankets pulled over you, and see Dungeon Master come into join you.

"I also haven't taken a nap in quite some time, but if you'd like some company, I'll be happy to join you."

"Thank you Master," You reply as you cuddle up next to him, your arm drooped across his chest, your head cradled by his arm.

"Think nothing of it. It's my pleasure..."