You create a strap on…

In a moment of concentration you create a strap on made of black leather, with a silver buckle and two dainty silver studs. Houser approaches and you watch with growing interest as she grips it tightly, her eyes fixed on your own. You can see the desire and submission in her gaze, and it sends a thrill through your body. Unfortunately you cannot feel the strap-on.

You could create a double ended dildo... but "clothing" created by the ribbon can only be worn by you or it disappears. Anything you make must be worn by you… You concentrate again and slowly a second dildo grows into you. You gasp at the sudden penetration, your pussy lips parting delectably to accommodate the faux cock. Deeper, you think, savouring each inch of the yummy cock as it fills you in response to your desires. The dildo grows until it presses up almost painfully against your cervix. It feels incredible. Perhaps... you make it thicker and your eyes roll back as you are filled to your limit, stretching deliciously about it. Any doubts about being a sex starved slut are scattered to the recesses of your mind. You. Want. Sex.

"What are you doing?" Houser asks curiously. There is hint of envy in her eyes and, not wanting to be left out of the fun, she lifts her leg and wraps it around your hip, the leather cock sliding snugly into her hot wet pussy. She gasps and leans into you as she starts to frig against the cock.

You show her as you make her end of the cock grow thicker and longer. Her eyes widen and then glaze in mindless pleasure, her mouth open and slack as you use your magic item in a way it was never designed for. You grab her and turn her about so her rounded as sits on the altar. “Oh god. Fuck me B…Bar…” she seems to be trying to remember your name. She gives up, the simple mental task beyond her at the moment. “Please fuck me harder Bunny,” she begs inarticulately. You laugh, the new name feeling perfectly suited to you now. You are fucking like bunnies. You are a fuck Bunny. Bunny…

You are Bunny.

But as Bunny you have control of both your own pleasure and hers as you rock your hips and thrust into her honey pot. The pressure inside you changes subtly, jolts of erotic sensation causing your new pussy to clench spasmodically around the thick black leather cock. You feel a micro-orgasm pulse from your groin to your painfully erect nipples.

Houser … no Hunny moans softly, her body shivering in tiny paraoxisms of arousal with each of your thrusts as you continue to fuck her. You feel dominant and in control and it feels a little wrong. It should be you being fucked not fucking.

You can feel her soft lithe body responding instantly to your touch and your constant manipulations of the magic item, her body shuddering with pleasure. You make both ends of the cock thicker, thinner, longer shorter, ribbed, smooth, knobby and bulbous headed. For you the sensations are intense. For her they are magnified as you thrust or twist your hips with each alteration, literally fucking her brains out.

Her sweat beaded skin rubs against yours and feels like velvet under your fingers, and you can feel the carnal heat radiating feverishly off her petite body. Her breathing comes in short ragged gasps against your neck as she clutches you close in a frantic lovers embrace. "Do you like that Hunny?" You ask.