Rutting in a corner of broken furniture, I empty myself inside of Nadine at last. Her orgasm—unlike the rest of fucking her—is total silence. She chokes, rattles, and twists, shaking with pure orgasmic bliss like she’s having a seizure. I’d be worried about her, but my cum is too powerful for a girl of mine to be hurt. It changes her; it protects her.

Grunting, breathing out, I slide out of her body, leaving a hot mess of juices behind. I return to the middle of the apartment where Gabrielle chants and gestures in front of a kneeling, naked, entranced Rose. This place looks like it was abandoned years ago—the broken furniture piled up in a corner, the wide open spaces filled with nothing, the darkness. The only lights remaining are the fluorescent, fungal glows of the runes.

Runic symbols are etched out on the walls, ceiling, floor of my apartment. Every inch is covered in the magic runes. Gabrielle has been magically etching them for days, in secret, and revealed them to me after the police left.

After I nodded to Gabrielle and let her off the leash, the police suddenly and mysteriously received an urgent call on the radio to go arrest the nearest wild bear. If they didn't do it, the radio insisted, all the creatures from their wildest nightmares would live inside their clothes forever.

Of course, hearing this, with their eyes tinged suddenly blue, they nodded and believed it completely.

They'll be gone for a long time. There are no bears in the forests here.

The residents of the apartment complex returned to their rooms. Their eyes were tinged blue as well. There was something defeated, something sad in their countenance. It made me so fucking hard.

I didn't know it then, but Gabrielle explained later that as she started implementing her spell that many of them—the women especially—left their apartments for the first time in days today to investigate the commotion.

The runes drawn in my apartment were drawn in theirs as well. Keeping them there. Trapping them. Making them into something else. Influencing them constantly. Fucking up their minds. Making them cum constantly, worshiping what I was becoming.

Gabrielle has been making a siphon. It requires a great deal of energy to summon her sister into this reality—like the energy, say, from an apartment complex full of people. It won’t kill them, but that much sexual energy will change them. Eating their minds, leaving nothing left but obedience and need.

And now, Rose is on her knees before me—at the apex of all that energy. Her gaze glowing a wild, electric blue. She is a puppet now, the way that Brie was made a puppet before Gabrielle took over. Gabrielle chants her runic chants, making my cock pulse with pure masculine energy.

A puppet, but like Brie was, Rose is aware—and she is turned on beyond measure. Her body is naked, sparkling with the runes from Gabrielle. My cock, throbbing and hard, spills seed nonstop all over the floor. The spent hot goo pulses and vibrates and gets sucked away—making every rune glow with more ferocity. Gabrielle slides and grinds against me, in her chants and administrations, and slides her hand across my cock’s thick, long surface to sprinkle the cum around like holy water. Runes pop with every spritz, like oil droplets on a roaring fire.

Rose is the real prize. Nadine, a pathetic distraction. I realize more and more as I look at Rose, stroking and cumming again and again to her beautiful countenance, that she’s been a prize this whole fucking time and I’ve been blind to it.

Gabrielle’s chanting reaches a fever pitch, her voice rising and falling in a rhythm that seems to vibrate through the very walls of the apartment. The runes on Rose’s skin pulse brighter, their light reflecting off her flawless, trembling body. Her nipples are hard, her thighs slick with arousal, and her lips part in a silent gasp as the energy around her builds. She’s so close—so fucking close—to becoming mine in every way.

I step forward, my cock twitching with anticipation, dripping with thick, glistening precum. Gabrielle’s hand brushes against me again, smearing my essence across her palm before she spreads it over Rose’s heaving chest. The runes on Rose’s skin absorb it greedily, glowing even brighter, and a low moan escapes her lips. Her eyes lock onto mine, wide and pleading, begging for what she doesn’t even know she needs yet.

I know that if I fuck Rose, I’ll turn her into something just like Gabrielle. A hybrid, a bridge between the worlds of the supernatural and the real. A completely subservient succubus, dedicated entirely to serving my cock, now and forever. And one more step on their plan for a world of eternal pleasure and pain—whatever that means.

Gabrielle stops suddenly, her eyes like tiny blue moons. The sudden silence, after such a long time of her intonations, is stark.

“She is ready, Master. Please. Please fuck her. Please make her real!”

I’ve gone this far. Why stop now? I push Rose down in the middle of the runic circle and thrust my massive, hard cock in her virgin-tight entrance. Her back arches instinctively, presenting herself to me like an offering.

I line myself up with Rose’s entrance, my cock throbbing painfully as I press against her slick folds. She’s already so wet—dripping for me—and when I push inside, she gasps sharply, her body tensing for a moment before melting into submission. She’s tight—so fucking tight—and it takes every ounce of self-control not to slam into her right then and there.

But I take my time, savoring the feeling of her silken walls clenching around me as I sink deeper and deeper inside. Her moans grow louder with every inch I claim until I’m buried to the hilt, our bodies pressed together in carnal perfection.

And then I start to move.

My thrusts are slow at first; deliberate and measured; drawing out every sensation until both of us are trembling with need. But it doesn’t take long for restraint to give way to raw hunger—and soon enough; we’re moving together in a frenzied rhythm that leaves no room for thought; only pleasure; only instinct.

Rose cries out beneath me; her voice high-pitched and desperate as she claws at the floor beneath her hands; trying desperately to make sense of the onslaught of bliss her brain is drowning in.

She is a virgin, her resistance broken easily by the hardness of my cock. Fuck. How is anyone as hot as her a virgin? And yet here she is.

Rose moans, her body shimmying and shaking with pleasure. The runes glow brighter, the energy more powerful, transfiguring and transforming her as I fuck her hard—harder than I ever have fucked anyone before, even Gabrielle.

She screams out in ecstasy as I hit her hottest spot on her inner walls over and over again. Jiggly, heavy tits bouncing, full and perky, crushing under my weight. Each time I thrust into her, she feels electric energy flow through her veins, connecting all parts of herself like a living electric circuit board.

The ceremony has begun and there is no turning back now. With each moment, Rose’s soul shines brighter and brighter as it melds with Rosaline-in-Waiting.

The runes glowing around us turn our pleasure into a pure conduit of magical force—Rose wraps her spread-eagle legs around my waist and closes her eyes…and Rosaline opens them, squeezing me tighter and cumming madly on my Godcock.

What an intoxicating feeling! Inside her, I feel like I am the pillar of creation. The masculinity holding the universe together.

“You are,” moans Rosaline, with a loving, knowing voice. “You are the One and Only. The True Spirit of Creation. Y-You…Y-You a-are…”

She gasps, moaning again as she cums in an explosive climax of cosmic sex-magic. She moans in their runic language, something divinely sacred yet profoundly carnal at its core; and I actually feel myself understanding the language.

Every letter is soaked in ancient lust. A language of their own design in worship of me. It’s something so much bigger than I had ever imagined. I feel—more than the immediate lust of the situation—deep soulful love for these women and their care for me filling me up.

My thrusts get longer and deeper. I can’t help it. She feels so good, soft and loving and true, and this is the strongest kind of magic. Binding me to her; binding her to me. I need to cum so fucking bad.

Rose moans with each thrust, her slender body arching to take me in further. Nipples hard and glittering from the sweat between our bodies. Her eyes glint with ethereal fire, like the stars that line the sky outside. As I continue my movements and Gabrielle’s chants fill the room, Rose's body begins to shift and change—her curves becoming more defined and her skin glowing brighter than ever before, like a star being born into existence.

Her skin, already flawless, begins to shimmer with an otherworldly glow, as if lit from within by a soft, golden light. Her cheeks flush a deeper pink, her lips plumping into a perfect pout that begs to be kissed. Her hair, once silky and straight, now cascades in voluptuous curls.

Her breasts swell, becoming rounder and fuller, their weight pressing against my chest with every thrust. Her nipples harden further, standing taut and proud, glistening with a dewy sheen that makes them impossible to resist. Her waist narrows impossibly, accentuating the curves of her hips and ass, which now jiggle with every movement, soft and supple yet firm enough to grip whenever my hands stray there.

Her legs lengthen, her thighs thickening just enough to emphasize their strength while remaining irresistibly smooth. Every inch of her skin feels like silk under my hands, warm and alive with the energy of the transformation. Her eyes widen, their color deepening into a hypnotic shade of amber flecked with gold—they’re pools of desire and adoration that lock onto mine as if I’m the center of her universe.

Her lips part in a moan that’s both sweet and sultry, her voice now carrying a melodic lilt that sends shivers down my spine. Even her scent changes, becoming richer and more intoxicating—a mix of honeyed vanilla and something primal that makes my head spin.

As I pound into her harder, faster, her body responds by becoming even more perfect, as if the pleasure I’m giving her is sculpting her into an ideal form. Her muscles clench around me tighter than before, milking my cock with every thrust. She’s not just transforming—she’s becoming more, a living embodiment of beauty and devotion.

And then she arches her back again, her body tensing as another wave of ecstasy crashes over her. She screams my name in that ancient language again—and this time it’s not just words; it’s a song, a hymn of worship that reverberates through the room. Her transformation is complete: she’s no longer just Rose or Rosaline-in-Waiting—she’s mine, in every way imaginable.

Her moans become louder as she transcends into a new form of power, one that even Gabrielle can barely contain herself around. Gabrielle’s chants falter, but they were mostly incidental now. The ceremony is all but complete—it just awaits my seed inside of this lusciously perfect creature.

Rose throws her arms around me and brings me into a deep, passionate embrace.

“I swear my fealty to you, master,” she whispers against my chest, my chin, my jaw. Her lips are so full and powdery and luscious. “I will serve you in all ways for the rest of eternity.”

As she pledges herself to me, the runes light up and fill the room with a mystical energy. The room throbs with pleasure, I cum in Rose...and I see.

My seed fills Rose, shot after shot of high-powered impregnating super-masculine alpha stud sperm. Every heavy load is another series of quick, intense orgasms from Rosaline’s gasping, clutching body. And as we cum together, I see it all. I see every last rune filling the air—and not only do I see them, I understand them.

Runes of deception. Runes of manipulation. Runes of encouragement, enhancement. Changing me. Changing me all this time…

I shake my head, breathing deep. Gathering my thoughts.

My god. I’ve been such a fool. She’s just had her way with me from start to finish.

"Oh, Gabrielle," Rosaline sighs, giggling. Knowing what I’m going through. She speaks and moves slowly, still recovering from our coupling and from her arrival. Her cunt squeezes every few moments on my cock, still in the aftershock phase of the absolute earthquake of my orgasmic load emptied into her. She traces shapes on my chest. "She is incorrigible, isn't she?"

I nod. She really is. She’s on the floor, cumming still near us, shaking speechlessly and staring at me with open adoration and awe.

It’s so fucking sexy to be looked at like that by a beautiful woman. It’s hard to stay mad, even though I deserve to be.

Rosaline is keeping her head. Focusing on me. Soothing me. She helps me keep my head too. The anger I feel rising at Gabrielle is quelled by wave after wave of awe and love.

Mostly.

I take Gabrielle by the throat and drag her my crotch, encouraging her to clean up around my cock and Rosaline’s cunt.

“She’s been a bad girl,” says Rosaline. “Putting all these hexes on you. Influencing you. I hate that. I want your real desire.”

This woman could melt the sun. She’s got it.

As Gabrielle licks and worships, Rosaline hugs herself tight to me. Whispering in more runic language. I feel my power growing and wrapping around us both and Gabrielle as well, connecting the three of us in a way I never knew was possible.

The energy that pulsates through our bond is strong enough to make me feel invincible. The bright blue runes swirl around us in the dark apartment, and I feel a wave of emotion swell up within me. I am filled with an overwhelming love for Rose, Gabrielle, and even Nadine—a desire to protect them from harm, at all costs.

Is this Rosaline’s doing? The language she’s spilling in my ear? I can understand it, but she speaks so fast, with such soft urgency…

But…no. Rosaline loves me. She would never. Not her.

I know Rosaline wants more slaves for me. She wants Leena to be corrupted too. And of course Gabrielle does. But I can’t do it. I’ve got to turn this ship around. Maybe with this new power, it’s the edge I need to end this madness.

I’ll fix this. I’ll get it all under control.

Rosaline slides up, my cock exiting her beautifully tight pussy. Then she pushes Gabrielle down on my cock, bulging her tiny throat.

“We belong to you, Master. Just like everyone should. Would you listen to me tell you why? Would you let me tell you of your glory?”

She is so fucking beautiful. I am so fucking in love.

I’ll fix it, for sure. Right after Gabrielle sucks me off just one more time.