His magic works again and he earns another reward

The young prince smiled to himself as he felt his newfound power respond to his wishes. It still wasn't exactly easy, especially with the annoying distraction of the thing Mistress had shoved in his butt and the interfering pulse of her magic overlapping his. He had to focus hard on the image he had in his mind, keep it as clear as he could, but the power crackling inside him seemed to want to be used. It flowed down his arm like water breaking through a dam, and it was a simple matter to imagine that tingling energy flooding into the body of the woman in front of him instead.

There was a moment of resistance, like something was blocking him from forcing his magic into her, but all he had to do was focus a little harder and that wall crumbled away to dust. The young maid gasped softly, then slumped forward, her eyes dull and glazed. Marcus could feel her body almost like his own, the power he now controlled crackling through her flesh. He felt a heady rush of power as he realized just what this meant. Her body really was his, the magic inside her ready and able to reshape her flesh how he chose. He could do with whatever he wanted to her, and anyone else! Magic was amazing!

Now, with another effort of will, he summoned the image of how he wanted her to look and **** it forward. The power responded instantly, coiling under her skin to obey his every wish, sending crackling tendrils to all the places he wanted to change. As he stared down at the limp, shivering maid, he could see her small boobs swell up and grow just like he'd imagined. In just moments, they were nice and big and perfectly round, hanging high on her chest despite their size. Her hair shifted to rich, golden blonde, growing longer until it cascaded down her back in shimmering waves. The young prince watched in awe as her hips shifted outward, wide and motherly, with pale, plump thighs he could just imagine resting his head on when he was tired. Even her face changed a little, her lashes growing longer around eyes that seemed so warm and kind, and her lips turned full and pink, perfect for a kiss.

Just like that, she'd become very much like the woman he'd pictured in his head. It wasn't perfect. He'd like her boobs to be bigger, and her butt too, maybe her face a little more motherly and kind, but just looking at her now he felt his dick twitch and stiffen with longing between his legs. Like it knew he was satisfied, he felt his power withdraw, the tendrils of power retreating back into his own body. It was much weaker now, a quiet hum rather than the insistent crackling he'd felt before. He knew he wouldn't be able to do that again, and even changing another goblet into a coronet felt beyond him now. Well, that had been a lot he'd changed, but he hoped soon he'd be able to do as much as he wanted like Mistress could! Imagine if he could just change everyone in the Castle whenever he pleased! He'd turn all the maids into pretty women with nice, big boobs, and then order them to clean his room naked while he watched! Wouldn't that be amazing?

"I did it!" He squealed happily, his gaze flickering back to his goddess, still sitting on her throne. The proud smile on her ruby-red lips made him shudder with delight.

"Very well done again, apprentice." She cooed. "And for a first attempt on a living specimen this is truly astounding work. Your growth is quite remarkable, even to one of my experience. I dare say you are the most talented student I've ever taken."

"You had other apprentices, Mistress?" He asked curiously.

"Of course." Mistress nodded. "Not for many years now, and all of them managed to disappoint me in one way or the other. The lucky ones I disposed of personally, but the last really managed to make me angry with her rank treachery, so I decided to keep her around to ensure she suffered a long and appropriate punishment. Perhaps I'll let you meet her in time. She could be a good specimen for you to practice some rather more **** and painful examples of transformation magic on." Her lips curled into another smile, this one cold and cruel. Listening to her speak, the young prince again felt that dizzying and strange disconnect between his adoration for her and lingering, uncertain fear. He knew everything she did was right and proper, but at the same time hearing she'd killed her other students made him very worried. She seemed to like him a lot, so that wasn't going to happen to him even if he messed up, right? He'd just have to make sure he didn't! "In any case, you're already excelling far beyond the level of those worthless failures. I think you deserve another reward." She continued, seeming not to notice his worries.

Again, he felt that urgent tingling across his skin, and the massive shadow of her magic seeming to chill the air. Just how strong was she? He doubted changing the appearance of the other maid had even scratched her reserves of power, while it had drained his near to empty. He shivered, feeling oily tendrils brush past his naked body, slithering around him towards the pair of maids. Both went stiff, letting out identical little gasps that made their big boobs bounce and quiver enticingly on their chests.

"What are you doing to them, Mistress?" Marcus asked, his growing curiosity about magic and eagerness to learn overwhelming his doubts.

"Altering their minds as we have done their bodies, apprentice." She purred. "Making of them more useful toys. Mental magic is far trickier and more draining to perform correctly than mere transformation, and I think it will be some time before you are capable of performing it, but we'll get to that later. For now, you may enjoy the fruits of your labor." She clapped her hands, and both maids straightened, stiffening up on their knees.

Marcus yelped in shock as the blonde he'd changed dived for his crotch. In moments, she'd buried her pretty face against his pelvis, making sloppy sucking noises as she inhaled his stiff little dick. The young prince moaned hoarsely, wriggling up on to his tiptoes at the pleasure tingling through his body. Oh...she was so good at this, her tongue fluttering along his sensitive head as she hungrily licked and sucked at his dick, thrusting her lips back and forth along his shaft. One of her hands darted up to cup his tender balls, using her deliciously soft fingers to rub and palm his sensitive sack. As he struggled not to spurt right there and then, he saw the black-haired one buried between his goddess' bare legs, her robe rolled up to let the woman slurp at her pussy. Mistress was lying back with an indulgent smile, staring back at him, her hand tangled in the hair of the maid pleasuring her.

One look into her gorgeous purple eyes sent him moaning and gasping over the edge, his hips pumping as he spurted cum into the waiting mouth of the hungry maid. She sucked up every inch with a hungry sound, only drawing back when he felt like she'd drained every drop. Kneeling there in front of Marcus, she let her mouth hang open to show the pearly cum on her tongue. Then, with a satisfied purr, she swallowed it all down like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.

"Um...thank you." Marcus blushed, smiling down at her, his body feeling floaty and satisfied. That had...felt amazing, way better than the twins! He'd have to teach them tonight to do some of the same things with their tongues. "That felt really good!" The maid shivered with delight, a beautiful smile blooming across her pretty face.

"Oh, you silly boy." Mistress chuckled, grinding the head of the other maid firmly into her pussy. She pinned the girl there and the sloppy sound of licking and sucking got even more frantic. Was the poor maid even able to breathe like that? "There's no need to talk to them like that. They're ungifted, remember? Just objects, to be used and disposed of once we're done with them."

"Yes Mistress." Marcus nodded, more out of habit than anything. The woman kneeling in front of him was so pretty and perfect it was hard to think of her that way. He liked her sucking his dick, of course he did, but that didn't mean he wanted to be cruel. Watching quietly, he saw Mistress shudder, a flicker of pleasure across her perfect face the only sign of her climax. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the maid who'd been licking her aside, sending the shuddering girl sprawling across the stone floor of the throne room.

"Ah, the simple pleasures." She purred, as the poor maid gasped for air, twitching and ****. "One forgets how satisfying they can be after so many years rebuilding my body." She relaxed back into the throne, her black robe sliding back down her legs like it had a mind of its own. Marcus gave the shivering maid another anxious look, hoping she was okay. "Now, to continue our lesson on transformation magic." His goddess continued like nothing had happened. The young prince stiffened up, his gaze snapping back to her. Even still, he couldn't quite ignore the hoarse, gasping breaths of the poor girl she'd abused. "I sense you've used up most of your power in that simple transformation. Do not be concerned, that is quite normal. Think of your magic like a muscle. The more you use it, the stronger it will become. As such, I think it best you now learn a quick way to recover your reserves. Any aspiring sorcerer knows there may be times where they must alter their own body to a form better suited to the harvesting of energy from the sexual secretions of others. Even I, in my younger years, resorted to the seduction of the ungifted to regain my strength. Your current form is rather attractive, yes, and I think you will have no trouble in that regard." Her thin smile made him shiver as she leant forward, her purple eyes drifting over his body. "However, I think there are ways we could make you even better suited to such a task."