Then things went weird…

The girl muttered a strange Alphatian word of power and her metal collar flared brightly with arcane sigils as fey energy crackled up the metal leash and enveloped the surprised Duke.

The Duke’s vision swam for a moment and he felt as though he were tumbling forward. He gasped as he dropped to his hands and knees feeling odd. His vision cleared with a numbing delight. Long lustrous hair framed his view. His loins tingled pleasantly, wet and strangely full. He clenched small fists.

“What sorcery is this?!” The duke asked in a high feminine voice. He turned and looked over his shoulder, down a glowing chain gripped by a familiar hand. His hand!?