Tricked!

"Wait! please, anything. I will do anything, just have mercy on him" The princess begged, but Calcifer laughs "And what could you offer me, Princess Liandra? I already have all of you. I started with Nariel, and Rodrik will be next.And then I shall enjoy your beautiful rangeress friend, and I will leave you for last."

"No! you cant! you mustn't!" She was ****, and began sobbing. Calcifer cackled, and placed the vial at the black altar. "Lets make it a bet, then, princess."

"W-what sort of bet?" The princess swallowed her tears

"It always amuses me how much mortals believe in true love. Do you think you love him?" The yellow eyed demon asks

The princess was dumbstruck. Fear kept her lips, and when she was tormented with another bellyful laughter, she screamed "Yes! yes, I do love him, and I know he loves me!"

"Good! I wonder if you will have the courage to tell him to his face. Now, I imagine you don't want to have him leaving alone, right?" The princess nodded "So the bet is two fold. I shall enchant this place to look like your own bedroom, princess. You will have the freedom to do as you please, but if you don't seduce him to make love to you, you lose the bet." Liandra squirmed at the idea. "Now, after you are both done, I shall dispel the illusion, and **** you, in front of him"

"Now, if you enjoy him more than me, he is free to go. And if he can forgive you, you are free to go."

The terms weren't negotiable, so Liandra eventually accepted them. The Wyld Fury freed her, and Calcifer waved a spell that turned the room into her own bedroom, and the black altar her bed. And Rodrik was just waking up.

She hugged him and felt tears rolling from her eyes. He was disoriented, and asked where you both were, but the princess couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth. The man, ever gallant, tried to stand up, but found himself too weak to lift her weight. Too weak to resist the kiss Liandra pressed in his mouth.

"I love you. Whatever happens, I just want you to know I love you" And she kissed him again, and again when he tried to stop her.

She lifted his mail armor and found broad shoulders and well defined muscles. She found herself smiling, despite the situation, but still her valiant guardian resisted her. "Don't you find me beautiful, Rodrik?" She pouts when she asks, and he shuts his eyes tight "more then the sun and the moon, more than spring itself" She felt her heart flutter "I love you" the princess said "and I love you" her hero answered.

Liandra tried to ignore the fact she was laying on a dark altar, the fact there was a dark fate looming in the horizon. Rodrik helped her out of her dress, and kicked out his pants. Their mouths barely parted, and the princess found herself moaning as she parted her legs, for him.

He didn't enter all at once. It was a slow intrude, by trying to mitigate her pain he just made it last longer and longer. She tried to hide it away, and emulate the passionate cries she heard Nariel make just a little ago, but she could tell the difference. Her only comfort was knowing Rodrik enjoyed fucking her.

Just as she was starting to get used to the pain and found out that, by sliding just a little it was a world of difference in the sensation, then her beloved roared his orgasm, and filled her pussy with his spunk. He panted over her, and his languid kiss was the best, for she felt he accepted her fully. "I am sorry" he said "I couldn't hold it"

That horrible laugh filled the room again, and what was a beautiful bedroom was revealed to be a sinister ritual place, that cozy bed was in fact a macabre black altar. "What... what is this?" Rodrik said, looking for a sword that wasn't there. "This" Calcifer said "Is treachery most foul."

Calcifer was far stronger than the warrior, and with a flick of his hand he brought him on his knees "I couldn't touch you, or the princess for that matter, because you were both pure virgins" He uncorked the vial in his hand, pulled Rodriks hair back, and when the warrior opened his mouth **** the content down his throat. "But Liandra did the favor of solving that little problem for the two of us, didn't you?" Rodrik began to shift and change. Like before it was horrible to behold.

Large globs of meat solidified into two mellon sized mamaries, his waist got thinner, his hair became a lush curly red, his cheeks freckled with red dots, his lips thinned. It was as if unseen hands found uneven clay, and sculpted them into a goddess. His cock and balls, still blood soaked, wasn't engulfed like Nariel, but instead became a small blade, detached from his body, leaving behind only the lush bush and pussy. But this, neither Calcifer nor his 'wife' noticed.

Liandra wanted to scream how he tricked her, but instead she said "I did what you told me... now I want my reward." Rodriks betrayed eyes told her she heard her, and she could do nothing about it. She doubted she would forgive her, ever.

The demon wasn't the only one that advanced on the princess. The Fury knelt in front of her, and roughly began to lick away all the blood and sperm that were so plentiful in the princess's fucked pussy. "Stop! this is blasphemy" She cried, to Calcifer´s great amusement. And worse, on the few occasions she felt the fury´s tongue brush her pussy, Liandra felt a deep buried desired yearn for more.

Calcifer made her raise, and kissed her neck. She felt like biting him if he tried to kiss her lips, but he never did. Instead he caressed her breasts, and massaged some tense spots behind her back. It was horrible, but kinda nice.

"Do you see how much larger I am? I will rip you apart, unless you do something about it, princess." Liandra felt she couldn't trust him, but remembered the pain when Rodrik fucked her. When she asked what she could do, he told her to lick him, suck him with her mouth, and she obeyed, while the Fury taunted her for her amateurish technique, and pleased her nipples with the tip of her fingers.

The princess was feather light in the demon hands, he raised her in the air, and sat her on his lap, his large cock between her legs.The princess didn't understand her emotions, what was fear and what was desire. She did understand that rubbing her clit over this meat pole was very pleasurable, and found herself doing just that, to the horror of her transmuted love. Shame and guilt burned inside the princess, and she though if at least she could free Rodrik, even transformed, that would be a small win.

There was pain as she plugged that big cock inside her, but nowhere the cutting pain her virginity cost her. Whatever magic the demon did, it worked. Where Rodriks thrusts were like a humming bird´s flight, feeling Calcifer´s cock penetrating her depths had sent her spirit flying like an eagle. She found herself smiling despite herself.

"You look like you are enjoying yourself" That shattered the pleasure state, and Liandra was **** to face the grim reality in the room. She moaned out loud, unable to help herself, as her body rocked up and down the demoniac cock. it was so good it was suffocating, she didn't know how much she would last. She felt her first little ****, her first orgasm, shake the very core of her being. And better, she felt him fill her cunt with his warm demon cum, Damning her to Nariel´s grim fate.

"Who won?" The Wylf Fury asks, ignorant on how Rodrik, despite his new female body, found his footing, and now held a weapon capable of harming both demoniac captor. But how does Liandra answer?