The courtship

You still had her subdued and wary but the hex had failed and you needed to work out your next steps. What had started out as a simple bit of pocket picking to pay your way in this strange town had escalated to an ill judged duel. Ill judged in that, although it had been fun and had appealed to your sense of humour, you now found yourself practically naked in the form of a young girl surrounded by a crowd with dubious intentions. You were in control of the situation just, but for how long? And how could you extricate yourself from this?

To buy yourself more thinking time, you started to circle you adversary again, taking advantage of her ignorance of the failing hex as you built up your power again. She remained wary and transfixed almost naked in the dusty square, her only weapon a rather formidable penis that kept grabbing your attention.. As you moved, you felt magic start to tingle your limbs and you held your hands high in a demonstration of power, rotating like a showman, unafraid. You were acutely aware of the rather tasteless comments coming from the men around you and, in this way, you were at least able to keep your small bottom and breasts (that both seemed to be the focus of their attention on you) on the move and intermittently hidden while trying to focus them on the woman standing proud before you.

You remained uncertain of her role in this. You had thought her, perhaps, some random sell-sword but suspected, now, that she was known to them, possibly as a figure of authority. You are not sure if that made her more of a threat or reinforced your power over them.

There was also the matter of her physical appearance. She was very attractive but your reaction to this, trapped as you were, inside the body of your sister, confused you. There had been an unmistakable twitch between your legs when you disrobed her, your vulva warming and pulsing as you admired her. Clearly your sister’s tastes extended to women too.

Then, as you circled her to get a better look, there was the subject of that penis. That glorious black wooden carving that she wore so proudly. You felt strange stirrings as you looked, wetness now allied to the warmth between your legs. It certainly was a glorious specimen and made possibilities and images form in your mind. Of it, and her, and you.

Distracted by those sexual thoughts, you heard the crowd muttering impatiently and sought to quell them. You motioned to her and compelled her to stand erect, arms horizontal as though on a crucifix. But with a huge black cock. Your attention kept being dragged back to that exquisite beast between her legs.

A wave of your fingers and she rotated slowly , supplicant to your power, but gorgeous in her sheer sensuous nakedness as you inspected her. Her whole body firmly muscled yet feminine, her behind so taut. You felt the urge to stroke it.

As she turned to face you again, powerless though she was to resist your hexes, there was a hint of a smile on her mouth and a look of defiance in her eyes. She sniffed the air ostentatiously and some in the crowd caught the joke. She could smell you. Damn it, you could smell you! She knew that you were aroused and you knew that she knew !

Momentarily flustered, you sought to exert your authority once more and you approached her to face her down. You guessed she must be nearly 6’ tall, maybe a foot taller than you. She towered over you but you were not to flinch as you looked up into her eyes. So close now, you could feel the heat from her body and smell her sweat: feminine yet animal. You could see the fine traces of scars on her arms from sword fights. A warrior indeed, with fire in her eyes, and a strange other worldly penis that reached up to your small chest.

You stare into each other’s eyes, neither wishing to be the first to give. The crowd grew silent.

Palms face down, you made the first move, made her yield to you though her sinews stood out as she resisted to kneel, but down she went onto her haunches as you smiled in triumph.

Yet her phallus traced down you body as she strained and held herself close to you. Knowingly. The cock tip was smooth and cool against you and she used that touch to good effect as she settled onto her ankles, her thighs still tense, and the head came to rest against your pubis. Just below, where the gold chain disappears into your folds, you were practically on fire. A bead of sweat formed on your brow as you strained to stay in control.

You couldn’t help but glance down to her cock. Closer now you could see the carvings were runes that appeared to move as you looked, this was clearly magical and from foreign shores.

You throat went dry and you felt yourself weakening, your knees sagging slightly. You felt yourself lowering slowly, towards the cock that threatened you, to nuzzle your labia near the little hood formed around your precious pearl that pulsed insistently now,.

A frightened look in your eyes as you looked down into hers and she smiled and started to stroke strong hands up and down your arms, collapsing the hex. Soft fingers now rubbed over your small breasts as the nipples hardened and you faced skywards.

“... by the gods...”, you sighed, unwilling as you lowered yourself, the smooth wooden tip poking just inside, yet you couldn’t hold back.

The penis was huge and you, unfamiliar in this girl form, with unbidden urges, feared for yourself, yet your knees moved and you slowly lowered your wet willing cunt onto her. She stroked you rhythmically now and you joined in her wedding dance, your hips moving to her tune as you started to impale yourself. It hurt, yet still you moved, opening your legs wider to make it easier for her. You wanted more.

Opening your eyes, you faced her now, almost sitting in her lap, your tiny cunt spread for her, and impulsively you kissed her. Her arms clasped around you as she returned your kiss and pushed her tongue in your mouth as she grasped your hips and thrust and made you hers

“Mine...my wife...”, she growled.

“...yesssss...” you screamed as you gave yourself up to her, and the crowd roared.