Chapter 13

“Master, I know a spell that allows instant recovery after ejaculation so you can go again,” she offered.

“Spirits know I would like to until I dried up and died, but I have too many things needing my attention.” Damon sat down on a divan and the spirit followed, sitting beside him and leisurely stroking his flesh. Damon asked, “What is your name? Not your true name, but a nickname, something you like to be called?

“Old Master called this form Ginger,” she said.

“Of course he did,” Damon said. “Do you like being called Ginger?”

“I never considered it,” she said. “Do you not like it?”

“It is sort of a generic term for red heads, or a general nickname for them. I can call -” Damon realized she said ‘this form’ and asked, “What other forms can you materialize in?”

She disappeared from sight, but Damon continued to feel her touch. “I can be an invisible man,” the disembodied voice said, and Spector began to feel a bit uncomfortable associating the stroking with the deeper voice. “I can appear as a male elf,” and a naked, very well endowed, black, male elf was now laying sprawled beside Spector on the suddenly diminutive couch and intimately touching him.

Spector rose, putting some distance between them and upon looking back toward the spirit noticed a neatly folded pile of clothing beside it.

“Is master homophobic?” it asked in a deep, definitely male voice.

“If homophobic means not being sexually attracted to your current form or having any wish to be penetrated by that monster between your legs, then I’m homophobic,” Spector said as his eyes were drawn to the massive phallus. Damon shook his head to break the hypnotic hold it had on his vision. “That thing looks troll sized,” he trailed off.

The elf magician from Harry’s, the former master of the ally appeared, wearing a tailored suit. The folded clothes disappeared. “Old master had me look like him, too.”

Relieved at the change of form, Damon said, “I think that is the one to use when company is around or in public. Is the invisible one nude, too?”

“Yes, Master,” the ally said. “In the last couple of days since I was freed, I acquired the ability to materialize as any type metahuman. I am still trying to learn to have those forms appear wearing clothes, Master. I feel like I can disguise my aura, if Master wants to check. And I think I can unravel spells if Master wants to test? Something instinctual is telling me I can hide my life form in something to make it harder to kill me. And I can try to enter this plane inside a living body if it lets me or if I subdue it on the astral plane.”

“I noticed a bundle of clothes when you first appeared,” Damon said but when he glanced to where they were, they were no longer visible. “Were they part of your Ginger form?”

“Yes, Master. Old Master liked not having to undress me, but he also wanted coverings available for times they were required.” She asked, “Will you be calling me Ginger from now on?”

“Only if you want me to,” Damon said. “Why don’t you think about it and let me know what you want to be called.”

“Thank you so much, Master!” The spirit asked, “Are you sure I can’t use the spell to make you hard again to show my appreciation?”

It was disconcerting hearing it come from the spirit while in the form duplicating the elven mage. “As nice as that would be,” Damon said, “I think I’d like to recover on my own and learn what things you can do. What other spells do you know?”

“I have one that makes people orgasm, either singly or a group. I have the one I mentioned that makes you ready to have sex,” he said.

“If you are going to keep mentioning sex, would you mind returning to your Ginger form?”

The change was almost instantaneous.

“And would you mind putting on the coverings,” Damon asked. “It is a bit distracting having your naked beauty on full display.”

“Master finds me appealing?” she asked as she went about putting on the bundled clothing.

“Very appealing,” Damon said.

“I was beginning to wonder,” she said, “since you didn’t want a second go then asked me to cover myself. I wondered if you were attracted to men, after all the anal play. Which is one reason I just took the other forms instead of merely telling you what they were.”

“One reason?” Damon asked, “were there other reasons?”

“Demonstrating was quicker and more illustrative than telling,” she said as Damon watched her get dressed.

He was sure she knew he was watching and was putting on a sexy show, as in the way she pointed her derriere at him as she bent from the waist to pick up each article of clothing. Or the way she bounced when she made sure to turn around to face him and pulled on the skin tight, faded jeans with holes in the knees. Damon surmised they came with the holes, but he was also confident if they hadn’t been created with the holes, she would have earned them the old fashioned way - on her knees.