Putting things right

Leaf was ecstatic. She sat in her desk chair catching her breath. She had actually gotten tired just by running around the room trying to lift things. It was astounding that people got tired so easily. Next time she thought she might make it so she had more stamina. She wanted to have fun and it wouldn’t be fun if she got tuckered out so quickly.

She looked down at her sexy female body. She suddenly became aware of how different it felt to be a woman. The weight on her chest and the difference between her legs. She also felt a little different in herself like her body was affecting the way she felt. She was actually getting a little aroused but she wasn’t sure she wanted to be horny when Gob got back so she distracted herself.

She remembered she had a broach in her desk drawer. It had a very sharp pin on the back. That thought elicited another form of excitement. A thrill of mild danger. She rummaged through the disorganised drawer and found the broach she was looking for. It had been yet another gift from some visiting dignitary. If he remembered correctly it was from the troll tribes. That explained why it was so ugly. Trolls had a very bizarre idea of what was aesthetically pleasing.

She pulled the pin so it was sticking out of the back and rather enthusiastically jabbed herself in the finger. “Ow!” she shouted almost incredulous that it hurt. Then she got all excited as drops of blood formed on her finger. She laughed in delight at the sight of the little drips of red and put the finger into her mouth.

Gob got back at that point and she gleefully showed him what she had done. Gob had brought the tea but also some new pastries that Garff had made. That was a pleasant surprise. They tasted incredible but she was convinced they were all the better for her current mortality. She wanted Gob to try and she held it out to feed it to him. She realised, as she watched the little goblin bite into the pastry, that it was an odd gesture but at that point, she didn’t feel like the Maou and Gob didn’t really feel like a servant, just a friend.

The sweet pastry in her mouth needed washing down so she had a sip of tea. It hurt. That was new. Tea had never hurt her before so she tried again. Yep, it definitely hurts. How funny, for a hot drink to actually burn you. She tried again just for fun. Now her tongue felt sore and she was really aware of it in her mouth. She told Gob.

She was feeling more energetic now and the excitement of these new feelings came rushing back. She looked at Gob and wondered if she could even beat him in a fight. He was only small but she did feel so much weaker. Maybe he would win.

She tried to get him into a fight but he wasn’t having it. She realised that, from his point of view, she was still the demon lord and he would worry about upsetting her. That bugged Leaf. She didn’t want him to think about her like that right now. He just wanted him to see her as a mortal like him. She decided that in the future she would reassure him that he could be less formal when they were doing this.

Still, she wanted to test her strength with him. She got the idea of an arm wrestle. That was just like a game really and it would still serve the same purpose. She readied a table and found something for Gob to stand on and they readied themselves for the competition.

Gob was totally looking down her top. That amused Leaf. She had forgotten Gob’s reputation. Ah well, let him look. It was kind of fun watching him try and not look but fail so miserably. She tucked her elbows in to make them pop a little. It was fun teasing him like that. He probably wanted to touch them. He probably wanted to have sex with this body. That thought was strange but amusing. She could tease him more later, right now it was game on.

She didn’t expect it to be as tough as it was. She was taller as well so she had a leverage advantage and yet she was struggling to beat the little green guy. She dug deep and it started to look like she would win but then he seemed to get a second wind and her stamina was failing. He was pushing her hand back. It became a matter of pride. She summoned her will, channelled her strength into her arms, there was a crack and suddenly all her power returned at once.

There was a huge explosion. Her power returned; she instinctively sped herself up so she could think faster than the explosion. She could see it emanating from her body. Gob's arm had disintegrated as well as the table. No! She couldn’t let him die. She summoned her strength and started to pull the explosion back.

Panic swept over her as the explosion reached Gob’s shoulder and started to eat into his torso. She pulled harder. She could feel the heat and energy from the blast weaken as the power entered her body. It was not too much for her. She was the Moau. This much was nothing. What she couldn’t do was revive her friend if there was nothing left.

She looked at Gob. The power of the blast was reduced. Instead of turning him to dust it was burning his flesh and battering his body. She had to keep going. Take away the heat. Pull against the concussive wave that was trying to tear its way through him. There, turn it around, take the **** of the blast on herself. She would barely even feel it. That wasn’t true. It would hurt like hell but it wouldn’t harm her in any way.

She could see the wave start pulling back, the impact on Gob’s body was no more. She let go and in an almighty bang, the **** of the explosion hit her in the stomach. Only her own power could hurt her that much as the wind was knocked out of her.

She got to her feet ignoring the pain. She could sense the palace coming to life, guards being awoken, alarm bells about to sound. “Stand down” her male voice boomed through the head of every person in the palace. “Forgive me, my subjects. An experiment involving unspeakable levels of mana has gone wrong. I have caused some damage to my quarters but have contained the blast. Do not be alarmed and return to your duties or rest. To enter my quarters would be dangerous and I do not wish unnecessary harm to anyone. I will deal with the issue in person.”

“Oh, Gob,” she said out loud in her current voice. She dashed to him. He was dead. Half his body had been evaporated or torn to pieces. His face was burnt but his head was whole. That was good. The gob she brought back would still have his memories and personality intact. Rebuilding a mind was a far too nuanced thing to easily get right. Rebuilding a body was relatively simple.

She easily picked up his corpse and put it on her bed. The devastated part of the room began to put itself back together. Some of the patterns might not line up when she was done but it was not her priority right now. Healing was not a magic she had much experience with and she was going to have to take her time.

Gob's blood was pouring all over her and the bedspread but she ignored it and began to concentrate on bringing Gob back from ****. Slowly his body started to reform. Fairly soon he took a breath and his blood started to pump moving through veins and arteries that were still growing. She could sense his mind. He wasn't yet healed but she breathed a sigh of relief as she could sense that he was still in there.

His skin formed over the top of his internal structures and he looked normal. He was completely naked, his clothes having been destroyed in the blast. Leaf could sense that he was not fully healed yet. There was more mending to do on the inside so she held his hand and continued her magic.

Gob stirred, his eyes cracked open and he tried to lift his head. “What…” he croaked but his voice was weak.

“Shh, there was an accident. It was my fault. I’m so sorry Gob. Just rest. Try and sleep while I heal you.”

Gob looked at her, confused, then his head fell back and she knew he had passed out. She could feel that he was as healed as she could get him and she sensed his body taking over the healing process. The tension left her and even with her power, she felt weary and defeated. She rested her head on the bed next to Gob’s naked body. Without looking she reached forward. “I’m sorry Gob,” she said again and put her hand on him seeking to comfort him and reassure herself.

It took her a moment to realise what she was touching and she gave it a few confused squeezes before lifting her head up to see herself gripping his rapidly stiffening cock. “What the? How is his cock so big? He’s so little,” she said in surprise. “I don’t think I ever made mine that big.” She released that, at that moment it was an odd statement. At the moment she didn’t have one to make big or small. She knew that Gob had had sex with at least April. “How does it fit?” A mental image of the cute and curvy gnome riding this big thing popped into her head and her pussy tingled. In shock she let the cock go and it bounced off Gob's body. It had started leaking precum and it left a wet patch on Gob.

Feeling in a caring mode she didn’t like the fact that Gob was wet. He should be more comfortable. She wiped it away with her hand. She was about to wipe it on the already ruined bedsheets when curiosity made her examine it. It made little strings between her fingers and it had an unusual smell, a pleasant smell. A naughty thought struck her. She had never done anything with a guy before. It had never appealed. Now she was in a woman's body and being faced with this unusual situation, she gave into temptation and licked her hand.

The taste was unique. Not delicious but compelling. She could sense that this cum had a unique power to it, a power that even now was working on her. She knew she could cancel its effects at any time but the thought of being compelled into an unwise action was too exciting for her. Even with all her power she could feel the gentle tug his fluids were having on her and the thought that such a subtle influence could alter her in any way was fascinating. She was weak to the urges that his fluids put on her and that was something special.

She remembered when Missandra was there. Clearly, something about Gob had made her react that way. It seemed that the effect was not unique to orks but to any female, although it was clearly much more pronounced in orks. She thought of her reaction. Heightened arousal and submissiveness were the obvious answers but she wondered if there was more to it.

In all this pondering she realised that she was holding his cock again. More precum was at the tip and it sat there taunting her. Now she was confused. Was her desire to taste some more a drive brought upon by the power it held or was it simply the fact that she knew it had the power to alter her? Was she compelled to raise her finger to the tip and scoop it off as she did simply because it was the wrong thing to do and that was too compelling?

She popped her finger into her mouth before she could think her way out of it. A tingle was on her lips like it was a delicious poison. She was unbearably aroused and could not put her finger on if that was Gob’s fault or her own for getting carried away. Her hand began moving in long smooth motions on his cock. Her hand looked so small on it.

More precum formed and she licked her lips. She could just take it from the source. There would be less waste. The very thought of her, the Maou, sucking the cock of her lowest-ranked servant, submitting to him, pleasuring him, it was all too much. Irrationally weary of waking Gob she carefully climbed onto the bed to kneel beside him. She dipped her head down and her hair fell forward. With one hand on his cock she swept her long blonde hair out of her way and with her heart in her mouth she lowered her lips to the tip of Gob’s cock.

From the moment she got his precum on her lips her caution left her and she opened her mouth wide as she enveloped the head of his dick. It was her first-ever taste of cock. The most powerful being in the known world and she was sucking a goblins cock. She had never fantasised about men before. It wasn’t like she couldn’t have taken male lovers if that was what she had desired. The fact was that she hadn’t desired, until now. She moaned a little in her desire as she began to bob her head on his cock like so many of her maids had done to her.

She summoned memories of things they had done to her in the past and tried them on Gob. She remembered one who liked to have a large cock pushed down her throat. She tried to push Gob’s into her throat. She was nearly sick so she altered herself and tried again. Her nose pressed onto Gob’s body and his unique smell filled her nose. It was a comforting smell. It made her feel relaxed. She knew that this was Gob’s power working on her but she allowed herself to give in to it. At that point, she was comforted by him and it was too nice a feeling to relinquish for something so petty as self-control.

Breath wasn’t a problem to her but she remembered how the maid had panted, her eyes had run and she had lost any dignity. She couldn’t achieve that like this. She felt as though she was being cheated out of half of the experience. While she had initially thought to abandon her project after Gob got hurt, she now desired its success more than ever. A change was required though. She couldn’t ask Gob to help until she knew it would not happen again. It would be less convenient but she would practice in private where nobody would get hurt.

All this time she had been driving Gob’s cock in and out of her throat. Gob seemed to stir but she could sense that he was not conscious. Then he began to ejaculate. Thick wads of cum filled Leaf’s mouth which she eagerly swallowed lost in her fantasy that she was relinquishing control with every swallow.

She giggled and sat up. She wiped up some cum that had leaked out and ate it. She looked down at Gob and nearly fell over. What had happened?

She had been so lost in sucking his cock that she hadn’t noticed that Gob had changed. He had grown for starters. He was now as tall as she was. Still pretty short for a guy but pretty huge for a goblin. His body was well built with well-defined muscles his arms were a little too long for his body but if painted a different colour he could have passed for one of the more human-looking races.

There was still a certain goblinishness to his face. Sharp teeth, mouth a little too wide, his once bulbous nose still round but more in proportion to his face. She couldn’t tell if he was handsome or she just felt that way because she had his corrupting power flowing through her.

He began to move and she could sense his consciousness returning. Like a naughty school child who was about to be busted doing something they shouldn’t, she returned to her male self. He had time to look at Gob. The power was no longer influencing him. Still, he felt an attachment to him. Even without Gob’s influence, he realised that Gob was the closest thing he had to a friend.

“Hey,” said Maou softly, taking Gob’s hand. “How are you feeling?”