Bob's Memoir: 4,000 Years as a Free Demon Vol. 2
Copyright© 2022 by aroslav
29: Spared by a Goddess
Fantasy Sex Story: 29: Spared by a Goddess - "Hi! I'm Bob and I'll be your demon tonight." But Bob is not your ordinary textbook demon. He was not imbued with any traits of evil. He's just your everyday, slightly horny, happy-go-lucky (mostly lucky) demon with 4,000 years of history as his teacher. This is the way Bob remembers it happening and he was there! (Tell that to your history prof!) It's a romp through the annals of time from a unique perspective. A little bit spooky. A little bit sexy. A lot funny. Vol 2: After Caesar (Mostly)
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Historical Alternate History Paranormal Demons Harem Polygamy/Polyamory
I WAS STANDING in front of my mirror, stark naked, looking at a woman I desperately wanted to fuck. Only it was me. This was definitely one of the strangest feelings I’d ever had.
“Are you going to stand there admiring yourself all day?” Pari asked. The Persian beauty Nebuchadnezzar had given me stood in front of the Egyptian Chione, who was unable to speak. It seemed the two were often in that position and I rather thought Chione would ask me to possess her if she could speak. I wasn’t going to make the suggestion, though.
“My skin is so soft and silky,” I breathed. “When I drape the dress over my body, my nerves come alive and I just want to touch myself.”
“Mmmhmm. I know that feeling well. But you can’t just spend all your time rubbing one off. Or a dozen. You said you wanted to get to the bazaar and ... if I recall your words correctly ... trade those charlatans into the ground.”
“Yes. If they think they can cheat me, they will find they are facing significant losses. Now, give me a dress that doesn’t set my nipples on fire!”
“Yes, of course. But who are you taking with you?” Pari asked as she put a lovely bit of silk over my head and ran her hands down my body. I shivered. “You know you need a man to speak for you.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this. Is Lakshmi really willing?” I asked.
“You know she would do anything for you,” Pari nodded.
“I don’t want to push her into something she really doesn’t want to do.”
“If you let her fuck you while she’s a man, she will consider herself the luckiest woman alive. Not that she doesn’t already consider herself lucky just to be your wife.”
“Well, bring her here and bring Oza for a model. He won’t give the youthful impression that Tony does.” Also, Oza wasn’t the most feminine man around. I thought perhaps I could keep myself from responding to him as a man. Or to Lakshmi as Oza.
The two came in and Lakshmi pouted at me.
“You don’t want me as handsome as you are beautiful?” she asked. “Can you at least give me your proud cock?”
“Um...” I considered the size of my cock and that Lakshmi’s intent was to put it in me. “Don’t you think that would be a little much? You should really have something ... uh ... more human sized.”
“Oh, don’t worry, Bobbie. I’ll make sure you are ready and it won’t really hurt. Will it, girls?” I shuddered at the thought of a cock my size tearing through my fragile maidenhead. I reached out to steady myself against Pari as I came a little. I was not used to being able to do that—or to having it happen to me. As a man, if I orgasmed, I orgasmed. That was it. There was no coming ‘a little.’ I’d found tremors shaking my body often as a woman that weren’t quite full-blown orgasms but had all the signs of being a little one.
“Dear Lakshmi,” I said as I gave her a little kiss. “You know that beautiful women are almost always seen with masculine men who are not the most attractive men in the market. Pardon me, Oza. There is nothing wrong with your looks. I just don’t want to compete with my companion for who is the best looking now that I’m a hot girl! Now get ready and I’ll make the transformation.”
They stripped and stood side-by-side. Actually, there was nothing particularly lacking with Oza’s equipment. I spoke the spell and transformed Lakshmi into a man. I sadly said goodbye to her graceful shape and looked at the man who stood in front of me. While I watched, both men looked my way and I saw their cocks come to attention.
“Dress,” I said shortly. Oh, my!
Lakshmi and I gathered ourselves together and exited the infinity room into our tent to go about our trading.
We made some deals. I politely stayed just behind Lakshmi’s shoulder and whispered bids to her and instructions for bargaining. Half the time, she didn’t need my advice and once she told me to hush. She got a better price than I would have. I was mildly insulted.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, surprising myself with my high voice. I spun in place and Lakshmi turned to see what was going on. “All right! Who grabbed my butt?” I yelled. Everyone in the Bazaar, it seemed, turned to look at me.
“Just ignore it, honey,” Lakshmi said. “It happens all the time.”
“This happens to you?” I asked in disbelief.
“Almost every time we go out,” she said.
“I can’t believe it. What kind of animal does a thing like that?”
“A male animal.”
“I’ll cut the hand off the next male animal who grabs me.”
“Please don’t,” she answered. “I don’t know if I could save you and I don’t think you want to reveal yourself.”
“But he violated me!” I cried.
“I’m sorry, honey. Let’s go back home and send our carriers out for our purchases.”
I agreed, but my feelings were hurt. I couldn’t believe I was being treated this way, simply because I was a woman.
I sniveled all the way back to our tent.
Lakshmi was high after our outing. All through dinner she talked about the deals she’d made and the bargains she’d driven. And when I said something and spoke about my contributions, I got a pat on the head or the thigh or the butt and told I was certainly a good helper. So condescending!
And then, after I’d gone to bed and had a fun little romp with a couple of my girls, Lakshmi crawled in bed with me. And he had a hard on!
“Um ... I don’t think I can do this, Laks,” I whispered as he began petting my breasts and feeling between my legs. I tried hard not to respond, but after the tongues and fingers of my concubines, I was a swamp down there.
“Oh, don’t worry, baby. We won’t do anything you aren’t ready for, I promise.”
“Yes, but...”
He kissed me. A man kissed me!
Or a woman I transformed into a man. I fought him weakly for a minute, but he was so insistent and strong. I told myself it was just Lakshmi playing a dress-up game and I should just go with it because we’d get to the part of fucking and it would be me and her, just like it always was, with my cock shoving into her hot little pussy. As soon as I thought that, my mouth opened to her questing tongue and my legs sort of automatically opened a bit. I didn’t mean to do that, but I was thinking about the kiss and not about protecting my pussy. Her fingers slipped through my greasy channel and rubbed me just right. I was mounting quickly when she wedged a knee between my legs and started pushing them farther apart. It was so wrong and I just gushed with my first orgasm on the fingers of a man!
“Laks, baby, please don’t ... Oh, Laks, that feels so good. What are you doing to me?” I was moaning as he started sucking on my nipples and stroking my clit with the bulbous head of his cock. His cock! “Oh, no. Don’t do that. Laks, I’m a virgin. Don’t hurt me,” I begged. At the same time, I discovered my hips were thrusting up at him and his cock was toying right at the entrance to my pussy and he was going to... “OW! Fucking hell! You hurt me!” I screamed.
“Relax, baby. It always hurts a little the first time. All women go through it. Just give it a minute to relax and you’ll really like what comes next.”
“But I didn’t want...” He kissed me again and pushed deeper into my no-longer virgin pussy. “Oh, Laks. Oh, that is so wonderful,” I sighed. “You just fill me up and I can hardly breathe.”
“I told you you’d like it. Now just relax while I do all the work.”
I did try to relax, but every time he pulled back, I felt so empty inside that I thrust my hips up to meet his inward push, feeling him go deeper and deeper into me. I had my eyes closed, so I didn’t actually need to look at a man fucking me, but my body was rising to another delicious peak when Laks froze, pressed all the way into me as far as he could go, and started pulsing inside me. I froze as well, feeling the incredible gouts of semen he was pouring into me.
This was good! This was what this body was made for. I started thrusting up at him again and he rolled off me.
HE ROLLED OFF ME!
“Wait. Don’t leave. I’m not done yet!” I yelled.
“Sorry, baby. You just knocked me out. I’m too sensitive to keep going just now. Maybe Josie can finish you. I need a little nap and then I’ll be ready again.”
And the bastard went to sleep!
The bastard woke up again in the middle of the night. Twice. When I woke up in the morning, he was lying right there and I had come running out of my pussy and he was hard and ... I just jumped on and rode that pole for glory!
I did stop and check my body systems after I got up and bathed. I was definitely sore down there. I wanted to make sure that I could not get pregnant. I discovered the spell I’d used to immobilize my sperm worked just as well on my eggs and there was no chance I could get pregnant. I breathed a sigh of relief.
We had to go out and do more trading so we could fill our boat with goods for our trip north. I was a little slow moving when we went to the farthest end of the bazaar and began working our way back. We stopped at various booths and traded for goods like rice, spices, jewelry, and crafted wood items.
We were standing at a tea merchant when two men grabbed me from behind and threw a bag over my head. I struggled and cried out, but I didn’t dare use magic out here and reveal that I was a demon. My hands were grabbed behind my back and I was tossed over someone’s shoulder where I rode until I was unceremoniously dumped on a floor in a tent. I knew Lakshmi would be coming to save me, so I wasn’t really worried.
A voice nearby said, “Strip her,” and my fine silk dress was torn from top to bottom and pulled off my shoulders. My arms were held back and a man roughly grabbed my breasts. Then his hand jabbed between my legs and ran through my pussy. “This is no virgin!” he yelled at his companions. “There’s dried come all over her.” The bag was dragged off my head and a fistful of hair was dragged with it, causing me to scream. He hit me across the mouth.
I know you’re asking, “Why didn’t you fight back?” All I can say is that it is part of the transformation. I’d always chosen good strong well-built men for my models. I could enhance the strength a little, but it was primarily the strength of the body I transformed to, not the strength I had as a demon. The woman’s body was not large and strong, even with the enhancements I did to it. As long as I was in this body, I was a woman and had comparable strength.
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