Leaf

Leaf was having a quiet night to himself. Leaf wasn’t his real name but it was how he referred to himself. His real name was long, complicated and mostly ceremonial. He was the Maou, the official name given to the demon lord, the most outrageously powerful individual in the known world and ruler of the demon lands. The demon lands were a massive territory that took up the western side of the world with what was known as the light kingdoms taking up the rest. The demon lands were by far the largest single territory and Leaf was its ruler.

He liked the name Leaf. It came from a pet name his father gave him when he was small. As a child, he loved to run around the palace gardens in the nude and one time he put a big leaf he had found on a piece of string and worn it over his privates copying a picture he had seen in a book. That was when his father started calling him Leaf and the name stuck. Nobody called him it now but it was how he referred to himself and he had worked the motif of a leaf into his official signature as a nod to it.

The early days of his reign had been stressful as he was **** to demonstrate his power to many doubters. It had been hard work and he didn’t realise how much he needed that motivation until it went away. These days he often found himself bored. Occasionally he would find a project or some curiosity that would occupy him for a while but most of the time his days were filled with tedious ceremonies and diplomacy. He knew they were important and that for many of the beings he interacted with it was a significant honour to share even the same room as him but for him, it was largely repetitive.

He connected to his night maids mind and said, “Tallie, bring me tea and have Graff prepare a few pastries.”

He heard her sigh. She was an impudent little wench but he found it somewhat charming. Maybe he would change his mind and bed her again tonight. “Graff’s off duty, I’ll have to go and get him, sire. It will take a few minutes.”

“Understood. I shall be patient,” he said and severed the connection. He could have summoned his own snack but Graff was an incredible chef and the quality was worth waiting for.

He picked up a book to pass the time but he had read it before. It was a trashy romance where the woman had run away from her weak and cold husband to the muscular and powerful arms of his rival who was determined to seduce her. He had just been reading the part where she finally submits and the rival pins her down and takes her. It wasn’t his usual reading but when you lived as long as he did, sometimes you ended up trying new genres to break the monotony.

He decided to find some more books like it. He found the idea of being taken by a powerful lover enticing. He was the most powerful. There was nobody he was aware of who could overpower him. That thought made the idea more appealing.

The tea had still not arrived so he found himself wandering around his quarters. He noticed something peeking out from under the grand four-poster bed. He reached down and found a pair of white silk and lace panties. The maids had been sloppy. He wondered whose they were. Probably Tallie’s, she was the one who had been in his bed the most recently. He held them up to examine them. Soft fabric and so small by comparison to his own underwear. He couldn’t help but wonder what they would be like to wear.

He didn’t like the idea of wearing them against his male anatomy. There was a reason his underwear was loose at the front. Of course, he didn’t have to have male anatomy. He was male but being as powerful as he was, changing his outward appearance was an insignificant matter. He didn’t often do it as he was expected to be seen and people expected him to look as he did. Changing his appearance all the time would make his job confusing for people. Right now he was on his own.

He made his clothes vanish. He examined his lean and elegant body in the mirror. His long blonde hair framed his aquiline features that were both masculine and beautiful. Compared to a demon kin like Graff he was slender and delicate but his body held more strength than a thousand Graffs. He wished he could tuck it away for a short time so he could feel what it was like to be weak.

He changed his body. Female, he wanted to try on the panties and he needed a female sex for them to rest against. He would make her human. Such fascinating creatures and so much weaker than many races. Delicate limbs, small frame, petite bust, brown hair, different from his. Pretty but pretty like a human, not the demi-god that he was.

He admired the naked woman in the mirror. He ran his hands over her body and enjoyed the subtle differences in how it felt. There was also a little moisture forming between her legs. He had never thought to do this before. There was always the risk of damaging his reputation. He was always concerned with that but he could always destroy anyone who caught him.

A smile crept across her lips and she dashed over to get the panties. She slipped them on and enjoyed the touch of them slipping up her smooth legs and thrilled at the touch of them against the empty space between her legs where once his penis and testicles would have been. They sat loosely on her. Whoever they belonged to, she was a wider hipped woman than the one he was now. He shrank them to fit perfectly. He took a moment to enjoy the look of them on this body and decided that a matching bra would make it better.

The woman giggled as she admired herself and Leaf put his hand to her mouth in surprise at the high pitched voice. She made some experimental noises and then sang a little song. It was very amusing for Leaf to hear this voice coming out of her mouth. “A dress,” she said out loud. “Something pretty.” She wracked her memory and thought of some of the unusual formal dresses that visiting dignitaries wore and she summoned one on herself.

“I look so cute,” she said to herself. “I just need a handsome stranger to dance with me at the ball. Leaf began to dance and sing to herself, enjoying the little fantasy. She went back to the mirror and struck a couple of poses. Just then her eye caught the sight of someone small and green standing beside a table. There was only one creature in the palace that looked like that. She turned and said, “Gob, I can explain.”