Strange Dreams

In his sleep Grok sees himself in the void as a human floating surrounded by shadowy forms. The bars which held them back no longer present but they watch him. He thinks and his thoughts manifest as "Where am I?" The first to speak is the form that spoke to him before, in am eldritch guttural tone, "This is your mind, We are you, this is what you bartered those goddesses for, but your mind still holding on to what you were. I am the Arcane, that is what you label this form." The human soul looks at The Arcane, he contemplates a moment "Am I dreaming? It has been strange since this all started, it has been hard to tell realities apart.", The others whispers he hears in his mind, the Arcane speaks the loudest, "This is a dream, but also memories, we are the memories bound in the powers granted to you by those sisters. We must become one thought, united we will become stronger, listen to your power, use the book stolen from the witch." as the last words fade in his dream the human soul awakens to the world once more with a sharp piercing pain. The witch had awaken before him and stabbed his chest with the dagger, anger roused him and he knocked her away. She screams as she hits the floor, the dagger barely scraped his scaly hide and drew a small gash that bled, it stung but was shallow. Grok stomped towards the witch and picked her up by a leg, she cried "Goddam monster!" she began to speak in a strange tongue and her belly began to glow with the rune, she screamed again "Fuck!" she stared at Grok in loathing he could smell arousal.

Grok looked at the witch, "So Ryena what should I do with you? Seems like you do not like me." be rubs his light wound to make a point. Upside down she huffs, "You can do what ever you want, I am now your **** it seems." Grok looks at her, "Then why did you stab me?", she replies, "It was my only chance to be free.", Grok could tell she wasn't lying he seemed to have a connection with her, he focused on her belly where the runes were, they began to glow weakly, she squirmed as she dangled in his grasp. She moaned "Please...Stop...", He placed her down and spoke "Well I did not have a choice, you attacked me. You will live for now but do not try and harm me again or I will punish you."

A few minutes passed in silence as they sat there, Grok looked around at his surroundings. A round dome shaped room 30 ft in diameter. solid stone walls with no apparent exit, simple features not much better than a camp, except for a carved stone book shelf, "Where are we?" Ryena responded "This is my home." He had a long conversation about many questions, but also requested if she could dress in something not tattered to shreds. During this time his body began to hunger and he had asked her to make a meal, it was rather simple and not very tasty, the lack of seasoning apparent, mostly a thick porridge with dried meat. She still had a glimmer of hatred in her eyes but she didn't refuse her masters commands, for when she resisted an arcane **** began to compel her compliance.

Groks new body had a voracious appetite, it demanded more food until the larder was nearly half emptied. Easily a weeks worth of food in his old life. Once his hunger was sated he began taking in his new bodies features, they seemed a bit different than before, his muscles seemed more toned and his genitals seem to have a bit more heft, he felt a bit more at ease nude than before, a strange sensation, the magic must have altered more than his physiology. The whispers of the other selves within him urged him to notice the book laying next to him, the one he stole from Ryena.

Grok looked at the tome, a supple black leather with a crimson binding, no title only strange markings along its edges. As he looked at the symbols his sight took in a strange light as he focused, in his mind he knew this to be arcane runes. A book of spells, protected by spells. He looks at Ryena and asked her, "What is this?" he held the book before her, she tried to resist a moment but the runes on her belly began to stir, she mewed "Its my spellbook", just enough truth to stop the enchantment on her from activating. Grok grinned, "Of course, what is the command to open it?", she resisted once more, and after a minute of induced arousal from the magic she gave in she told him the words to break the seal.

Grok could smell the arousal every time she resisted him and the runes activated, he had to resist becoming too distracted, he moved over to a comfortable spot in the room, after looking through a few pages he asked Ryena what spell was she using on him yesterday. She resisted a bit more, this time though his cock began to emerge from its sheath. He didn't even notice he was playing with himself as he skimmed to through the book looking for the spell. By the time he found it he was thoroughly aroused. Flustered he had a great idea, he commanded Ryena to take care of his need, she tried to resist but the spell on her along with some other desire drove her to comply. As Ryena began to service him, his cock slithered around her hands, dripping with his natural aphrodisiac lubricant. A good ten minutes passed as her arousal and his slowly rose before he had to put down the book. He petted her head gently, and focused his wild cock to enter her mouth, and slowly thrust. She choked on the size of it, he could see her throat bulge. Every once in a while he would let her catch her breath but as his knot grew those times grew shorter and his pace more rapid, until with one deep bellow and deep thrust he climaxed straight into her belly, it began to swell with is seed and excess poured forth from her mouth as she drowned in his orgasm. She passed out from the deep throating after coughing up a copious amount of jizz. Relieved and his mind cleared he resumed his study of the spell book.