Romantic and then rough

It's no use fighting Uhazral on this. After all, Stephen already said he wants to do something for her. So she would really be helping him. At least, this rationalization seems to serve her well. Marnie deliberates how specifically to corrupt her boyfriend before inspiration strikes: he has always been an attentive lover, but she wouldn't say he is particularly skilled or successful all the time. Maybe she had the power to do something like that.

Marnie leans forward, the low neckline of her dress drooping slightly to reveal her now remarkable cleavage. "I would like you to make me forget about everything that's bothering me, honey. Just hold me and make me forget about the world." As she says this, she visualizes Stephen stripping her naked and fucking her gently in their bedroom. She imagines him as the perfect lover, anticipating her need and working with her body to bring her to orgasm again and again.

Stephen's eyes glow with a reflection of the runes that briefly light across her skin. He takes her hands and helps her to her feet. "I think I can manage that," he says with a lazy, confident smile. He leads her from the kitchen/living area into their apartment's cozy bedroom.

The sun has started to set, and it casts long, deep shadows across the room. Stephen switches on the lamp next to the bed, turning the shadows on the wall into a conflicted, chiaroscuro mixture of black and grey textures. He comes up to Marnie from behind, wraps his arms around her waist, and starts kissing the nape of her neck. He pulls her close, inhaling her scent, and says, "I want you."

"Then you can have me," Marnie replies. But it's not necessary: he is already undoing the dress from behind, unzipping her and pulling it down past her hips. Marnie is facing the mirror and now has a full frontal view of Uhazral's handiwork. Without the dress supporting them, her big breasts now sag slightly, naturally, rather than staying upright and firm like a pair of big fake tits. Each breast is capped by a massive pink aureola and hard nipple. Stephen's hands brush against these, but only in a teasing way.

Marnie giggles as he continues to tickle her. "Stop it. Just settle down, boy."

"You wish," he says. She imagined him as the perfect lover, not the obedient lover, so he ignores her directive and continues to tease and flirt with her body. He runs his hands down the side of her tights, and she experiences her new curves through his familiar touch: her hips are wider than they were once were, clearly ready to bear children. Her ass is now a nice, rounded bubble butt instead of the flatter piece of real estate it once was. But even holding these types of thoughts in her mind proves difficult for Marnie, because a conflicting set of memories insists that she has always been this curvy. Images of past boyfriends grabbing her tits and using them as convenient handles as they take her from behind flash in front of her eyes while Stephen peels the tights down past her waist, exposing the black thong nestled between her ass cheeks.

He slowly lowers the tights down each of her legs, and then she steps out of them. Naked now except for her thong, she turns around and begins to undress him. He squeezes and plays with her butt, his fingers tracing the rim of her asshole and playfully pinching and pulling her extra flesh. Marnie's pussy is now dripping with arousal. She and Stephen haven't engaged in this much foreplay in a long time: usually their sex was quick and eager and relatively simple, an evening or morning fuck before one or both of them had to get to work or school. As she lets his shirt fall to the floor and works now on his trousers and boxers, she reflects that this intimacy is not exactly a bad thing. Maybe there's something to be said for corruption after all….

Stephen is soon standing before her in nothing but his socks. Which is ridiculous, of course. So those go too. She is about to take his cock in her hand and start stroking it, but he surprises her by picking her up, his hands cupping each of her ass cheeks, and carrying her over to the bed. He lays her down and kneels in front of her, spreading her thighs apart to give him access to her pussy.

"Ah! Yes, please, yes!" Marnie vocalizes awkwardly. Stephen always attentively goes down on her, but it's usually after he has already come and is just trying to reciprocate. And it's usually with all the skill and sensitivity that one would expect from someone who doesn't have a vagina. This time is completely different. Now he knows exactly where to place his tongue to elicit the most favourable response from Marnie. He takes his time, and Marnie sinks into the cushions and lets him take care of it.

Stephen pulls away for a moment and says, "Roll over." Marnie obeys. Stephen gets rid of her thong and resumes licking her, but now he moves his tongue up from her clit and also visits her asshole. He slides some of his fingers into her wet and ready slit as he runs his tongue around her ring. Marnie is unable to do anything except moan and squeal with pleasure as he expertly strokes, thrusts, and licks. It's only when her body begins to tremble and she feels her pussy contracting around an absent cock that she realizes she is already at orgasm.

Just as she comes down, Stephen grabs her hips and pulls her ass higher into the air. He straddles her and thrusts his hard cock deep into her cunt. There was no warning. One moment he is eating her out and fingering her, and now he's pounding her pussy. Marnie whimpers as she feels the thick member slide in and out of her tight vagina—she might have made his cock a bit larger when she changed him, but it was only a stray afterthought. Certainly, though, she had given him the sense of control and dexterity that allowed him to penetrate her at precisely the best angle and position to stimulate both of them.

He grunts with animal lust, his hands migrating up her body from hips to waist and then tits. He pushes Marnie's face towards the pillow, anticipating her desire for him to take full control and give her an orgasm rather than make her work for it. She surrenders to him, allowing him to use her body towards the goal of pleasing both of them. He knows exactly the right combination of teasing and thrusting to build her towards ecstasy without giving her premature release. As for his own release … his cock twitches and throbs with impatience, but there's no indication that he will finish too early. Another win for corruption?

He pulls out from Marnie and rubs the engorged, purple head of his member against the folds of her pussy. "So hot," he says. "God, baby, your body is fucking gorgeous. I can't wait to fill you up."

Marnie moans and replies, "Then do it. Fucking fill me!"

This seems to be all that Stephen was waiting for. He once again takes her hips in his hands and uses them to guide her backwards onto his waiting cock. She gasps as she takes the full length of him inside her: she feels so full, so complete now. Her eyes open wide as he pulls out to the tip and them rams himself in again, hard at first and then increasingly more gently until the rough fuck turns into a slow, sensual stroke of his cock inside her pussy. Her moans have now descended the register and devolved into low, slow whimpers. Far from worrying about an early release, Marnie now needs release, any release. She can't take it any more.

Stephen delivers. His vigour and energy increases again as he stops holding back, and soon his cock throbs and pulses uncontrollably as he unleashes a load of cum into Marnie's young and fit womb. It's the best thing she has felt in ages, and she feels her body respond with a climax of its own. Stephen groans with satisfaction as he continues to fill her with blast after blast of his warm spunk. Stephen has never exactly had an impressive load, but Marnie understands that this is one of the things that has changed. Somewhere deep down when she altered him, she must have wanted him to be able to fill her up like this, or to cover her face in cum or give her a good meal of it. Whatever the source of the desire, the result is obvious: Stephen's cock slips out of her now well-lubricated cunt, which begins dripping a continuous trickle of his semen.

Marnie raises her hips further into the air and reaches along her belly until she can stroke her pussy lips. Stephen catches some of the cum leaking from her in his hand, and then brings it up to her mouth. He slides his fingers into her, and she sucks his seed from them. "Mmm. So tasty." She rolls onto her side, giving him a nice profile view of her tits and her well-fucked cunt, and reaches up a hand to pull him down next to her. They kiss and cuddle.

Stephen's hand brushes the amulet around Marnie's neck. He hasn't said anything about the fact that she didn't take it off—or that, in fact, she couldn't take it off. But now he refers to her earlier outburst, saying, "Well, if this is what happens when you make some kind of deal with the devil, Marns, then I'm all in."

Marnie tries to smile. She genuinely has enjoyed this experience. But corruption comes with some kind of cost, right? At what price has she purchased this new and improved lover of hers? And what will Uhazral **** her to do next with these powers?