Turn Him into Your Lovely Harem

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The barbarian squirmed on the ground before you, struggling against the metal rings binding him. You smirked as the metal rods held as firm as if they were molded and formed around his body.

“You know, my good man, I must say I am quite pleased you decided to entertain me today,” you monologue, watching the barbarian's large muscles flex and pulse. The redness on his face, combined with the futility of his actions, was quite amusing.

“I have grown quite bored as of late,” you continued. “My kingdom has fallen functionally into ruin. No mortals have shown me anything but begrudging worship. I was honestly ready to return to my cliffside caves and hibernate for a millennium. Had you come even a week later, this castle may have been yours for the looting.

The barbarian gave a muffled shout against the binding lodged in his mouth, though no discernible words could be made out.

“Shush your mouth, my good man,” you chided him. “I am giving my villain monologue, and I would prefer not to be interrupted. Now, where was I? Ah yes. But thanks to your actions, my passion for the mortal world has a chance to be rekindled. You have given me a new st…”

The barbarian yelled again, this time clearly not trying to say anything, but just attempting to annoy. He thrashed in his bindings for a moment, then looked at you panting. His gaze was that of a mischief-maker who was quite pleased with himself.

You sighed and closed your eyes, holding your head in one hand. “I suppose a monologue is wasted on one like you. Your kind are all alike. Dullards with nary a single brain cell to share between the lot of you. All your kind wants are gold, glory, and girls.”

The barbarian stared at you intensely, attempting to intimidate you. It wasn't working.

“I’m sure you have worked many jobs, slain many beasts, but sadly, your use to me is limited to your flesh,” you said as you snapped your fingers. In an instant, the barbarian was lifted by his melted bindings.

“Come, I have something to show you,” you commanded as you walked to a portion of the wall covered in curtains. The barbarian had **** in the matter of court, and he floated behind you, renewing his useless thrashing as you guided him in front of the curtains.

“This, good sir, is my finest prize. One that I think eclipses any trophy you have acquired in your travels,” you said as you grasped the curtains and flung them open, revealing a large mirror. The barbarian shuddered, looking at his own reflection in the mirror, confused and visibly scared at what this object could be. You smirked.

“This object will be your doom, sir barbarian,” you exclaimed. “I hope you have been thinking of the good times because today your story closes. Perhaps indulge in thoughts of the most beautiful woman he slept with.

You cast a spell subtly, allowing you to peer into the thoughts of the barbarian as vividly as he was experiencing them.

The poor lad was in great fear, and his mind was currently thinking of the good times as he faced his certain doom, unsure when it would come.

His thoughts drifted to a solo job he had taken long ago in a far-off kingdom in the great sand desert far to the east of your castle. He had been tasked by the sultan to investigate a **** and bring the perpetrator to justice.

He, of course, failed at this mission because the sultan had made the ill-advised decision to give him the castle tour, including his wonderful collection of women.

The harem was expansive and varied, girls of all types and species, each enticing and beautiful in their own way. Still, there was a crown jewel in this menagerie of beauties, and it was one the barbarian instantly fixated on.

She was native to the kingdom and was arguably its greatest treasure. Her skin glowed golden from time spent in the kingdom's sun, with lush black hair that shone in the rays of sunlight that peeked into the harem room.

The two had hit it off immediately, having a steamy fling behind the portly sultan’s back. Her outfits were designed to seduce, veils and silks so threadbare, it was as if she wasn't wearing clothes at all.

Of course, all good things had to come to an end. The sultan was none too pleased when he discovered his hired muscle was living off his generosity and taking his woman, weighing his back. The barbarian fled the kingdom with several of the sultan's guards chasing him with scimitars drawn, but the barbarian delighted in the experience. Just as you would soon delight in his flesh.

“This is a mirror, granted to a mortal by a genie,” you monologued with an evil grin, snapping the barbarian's thoughts back to the present. “Whoever it was wished for a mirror that could create whatever he wished, out of anything he put before it. It has been the answer to many a kingdom's troubles, and many a man's desires ever since.

The barbarians eyes grew wide, and a shiver went down his back.

“I saw your thoughts just now, of your adventure in a sandy kingdom. You had the eye of quite a beautiful woman, didn't you?” you said with an evil grin.

The barbarian's eyes grew wide with horror, realizing the implications of your words moments after they were spoken.

“I'd quite like a woman like that myself. Mirror, could you turn this oaf into a twin of that horny little temptress?”

As your question entered the air, the mirror answered. In an instant, the bound man's flesh began to twist and contort. His skin color grew a lovely tan shade. His blond locks turned midnight black curls, which cascaded down his back like a waterfall. His bulk slimmed down until it was dainty and feminine. His once muscular chest ballooned out into delectable female breasts. His muscular butt also ballooned out along with his hips. His stomach remained muscular but slimmed down. Contemporaneously, his legs slimmed and became clean-shaven, finishing a delectable dancer's body. His head morphed into the ideal feminine face, with entrancing eyes and luscious lips clear of any whiff of facial hair.

His loincloth shifted and spun up and down his body. A purple see-through veil adorned his face, with little gold coins dangling down, a symbol of your wealth. His chest remained bare, but for several piercings with rubies in each nipple and in his belly button. The nipple piercings were connected with a thin gold chain, which begged to be tugged. Finally, his legs were covered in goofy silk pants, carefully crafted to be entirely see-through, allowing you to watch as his manhood shrank and receded into the feminine body, replaced with a much more enticing pussy begging to be filled by a loving master.

The barbarian was dazed as her restraints fell free, swaying as new memories entered her mind. She recalled a rough upbringing, where to survive, she had leveraged her beauty to find food and board in a nobleman's harem. She recalled a dinner where the nobleman spoke to a handsome guest and agreed to sell her for a sum. She was more than happy with the arrangement. The man was in fact a dragon, and his handsome form intrigued her. She was brought to his castle and was immediately given the treatment she could only dream of growing up. Since that day, she delighted in making her dragon lord satisfied, in whatever way he wanted.

“Fatima,” you said, naming your new glorious harem ****. “Will you dance for your lord in this moment? He wants to enjoy you.”

The beautiful dancing girl's head snapped up as she was brought back to the present. She gave you a seductive gaze.

“Of course, master Thalltrax. Please take a seat on your throne. I want my lord to be comfortable as I perform.”

You smirked and did as she asked. Walking to your throne, you chuckled as you took a seat and reclined back, propping your head up with a hand as Fatima began a rehearsed set of sensual gyrations. You watched happily as her breasts swayed and jiggled, happy to have such a lovely harem **** to enjoy.