Creta rubbed her hands together in glee as she looked at the specimen she was about to receive. “Damn good job Justicar. This one is nearly totally intact.” she said, eyeing the massive creature that her “retrieval expert” had brought in. “not even a scratch on it.” she commented examining the being’s scaly hide. “Yeah, a client of mine gave me a gizmo that kept it asleep while I got it into the container.” Justicar replied, giving a wary eye to his latest capture. “That kind of effort costs extra, you know?” Creta scowled slightly and recalled that one truly did get what they paid for when it came to thievery and roguish plots. “How much more?” she asked moving up to the cage where her prize had turned its head to the side no doubt to better observe her. “Cost of the meal and inn stays that I accrued going out of my way to retrieve a totally intact adult Tyrannosaurus Rex. about four platinum if you got the pieces or four hundred gold on top of our agreed on price sounds fair i think.” Justicar said, flipping the key to the cage in his hands. Creta spun on her heels “Four hundred gold extra? Were you staying in the fucking royal suites?” Justicar gestured to the caged Rex. “Do you have any clue what kind of deposit you need to allow that anywhere near a town? Or how much it takes to feed the damn thing?” Creta’s scowl deepened because that was a perfectly valid reason and she couldn’t think of a reason to deny him the coins. “Fine fine fine!” Creta yelled counting out five platinum pieces and thirty gold. Her coin purse was now effectively empty until after her plan was executed. “Rob me blind why don’t you.” “Come on Creta we both know I don’t rob people. At my worst I'm a burglar.” he declared taking the coins and dropping them into a pocket inside his tight fitting jacket. “Pleasure doing business with you as always.” he said handing over the key. “Though i am curious, what do you even want it for anyway?” Creta grinned as her plan came back to mind. “Well if you're interested I'm going to pull a job and retire from the life of thievery, there’d be more than enough to split.” Justicar made a go on sort of gesture and Creta continued. “Not far from here is the abandoned old dwarf oricalcum mine. The dwarves gave the place up as cursed during the plagues a couple decades back and they left plenty of processed ore there. trouble is they also left those heavy ore Golems running around so no one less durable than an elder dragon is getting in.” Justicar’s eyes flicked to the Tyrannosaurus and she could practically see the gears turning in his head. “Well you can’t just turn that thing loose in there. Sure it would tear through the golems like parchment but then you’d have to subdue it and there’s no telling how much damage you could do to the mines…” “That’s why I'm not just gonna turn it loose.” Creta grinned as wide as she was able. “While back I was running with a crew of mages, and picked up a few tricks from them. But specifically… I'm going to take over this big bad lizard’s mind. It’ll be his body with my thoughts and brain. Justicar looked from the dinosaur to Creta before clapping his hands together. “Sounds like a plan. Shame I won't be here for it. Have some pressing appointments to keep.” he said, walking swiftly away. A walk that soon became a jog and then a full sprint as he vanished from sight. “Fortune favors the bold.” Creta reminded herself with a shrug. Justicar was not a particularly brave sort when it came to adventuring. In her mind he was the type doomed to only be modestly successful, perhaps buying a house and starting a family somewhere. Creta meanwhile was sure to leave a mark on history and live like a king. “Now then let’s secure my future.” she said, turning her attention back to the Tyrannosaurus which had simply laid down in the cage keeping an eye focused on her as it half dozed. --- “Alright checklist… Key is in the door, the door is unlocked, a magic trellis gate is set to let me and the dino in and out and only me and the dino.” Creta paused as she looked at the chair her body would be resting in for the duration of the spell. “Safety circle is prepped…chair is comfy.” her stomach cramped and she realized that probably meant her cycle was ramping up. “Ugh okay last notes…” With a sigh Creta stripped her shirt and trousers off her undergarments soon joining them on the floor. “Of course this spell has to be done naked.” she said, kicking the garments aside and taking a seat in the chair. “Though no one dies my spirit flies! With no passage of time worn my spirit takes on another's form!” she called out. The magic circle lit up and suddenly Creta was floating. It was an eerie feeling to look down and behold her suddenly lifeless body sitting in the chair. The spell would keep her spiritless body from aging or being otherwise harmed until she returned to it. With that in mind she flew on to her new host body. Slipping herself into its skin was like pulling a heavy blanket over her form. There was a sense of warmth and comfort that was as familiar as it was foreign. Creta blinked with eyes that saw the world very differently than what she was used to. She smelled scents she had never noticed and there was a not insignificant bleed over to her sense of taste. Creta flexed new toes and wiggled nearly useless fingers as she stood up. As per her plan she used the saurian jaws of her new form to open the door and that is where the plan went directly to hell. “Mate…” Ceus thought as he identified the odor that instinct told him was a female ready to breed. “Where is… there.” he said, identifying the human as the source of the scent. Ceus had no care that Creta was not of his species; the same magic that let dragons breed across species was his as well. His cock slipped from his slit growing hard and throbbing with need as he approached the female. His shaft was far too big to fit in her but he could improvise on that front. The chair’s recline put the woman at just the right height and angle for Ceus to rub his length across her body. The tip drooling his pre-cum over her face as he ground his cock against Creta’s shell of a body. “Stop. Stop!” Ceta cried, unable to understand what was happening. The tyrannosaurus was moving all on its own; moreover it was making sexual advances on her and to her extreme confusion it was incredibly arousing. Ceta was in the Tyrannosaurus body but she could still feel what was happening to her own. She could feel the heavy hot slick shaft rubbing across her chest. The scent of his breeding organ filled her nostrils. His thick pre-seed drooling onto her face and flowing down her neck to her chest and further till it pooled between her thighs. Her body had collapsed with her mouth just slightly open and so a trickle of rex semen was pouring into her mouth a strong savory flavor not unlike a long marinated meat. “No.” Ceus declared to Creta. the dinosaur was fully aware the human mind was within him, he could hear her thoughts. The Tyrannosaur reveled in the feeling of desire he was bringing forth in the human even if she didn’t want them. Ceus (like all dinosaurs) was far from the mindless animal Creta thought him to be. He could speak no tongue they recognized and none but the children of Hyathon could communicate with him normally but that was not the same as lacking intelligence. In fact the longer Ceta was in his mind the more her knowledge became his to use. He wondered if that link worked both ways. Creta was on the brink of orgasm; it was impossible to focus on anything but the way the saurian cock grinding along her body was making her feel. She was so utterly out of it she could swear the dinosaur was speaking to her when she pleaded for it to stop. A thought popped into her head that if she could get this body to cum perhaps she could get back in control. She recalled being taught a spell for puppeteering. It took all her focus to manage the otherwise simple cantrip. Her body moved arms and legs gracelessly wrapping around the Tyrannosaurus’ cock hugging tighter to the member. “How interesting…” Ceus thought as Creta used her body to try and get him off. The saurian however had his mind on two facts: this thief knew more than a few spells (no doubt a great boon to her field of work) and second that she was casting such spells while in his body. Curiosity overcoming his base desires he attempted a spell of his own. A pair of hands manifested to either side of the tyrannosaur three digits though with a formation more like a human hand. These spectral hands moved to Creta’s body one stroking her slicked pussy and the other gently opening her mouth wider so that more of his natural lubricant could fill her mouth. If the dinosaur had been able to grin he would have. Creta was not sure where those hands had come from but their additions to her puppeteering of her body were driving her absolutely wild. It was also here that she reached the conclusion that while her physical body was on the brink of orgasm so long as the Tyrannosaurus had yet to cum she couldn’t cum either. Ceus took control of his body back fully and he flopped to the side laying on the ground. it was clear that he had all the cards here so to speak and he felt like it was time Creta learned that as well. He hijacked her puppeteering spell with barely any effort Creta’s body rose from the chair slick with his love. It looked to any outsider like she walked over, climbed up his belly and began to kiss and caress the dome head of his cock. Ceus refined the spell as he gained access to more and more of Creta’s mind. The Tyrannosaur roared as he came painting the human with his seed. Creta was reeling she couldn’t understand what was happening to her body or her mind. She was vaguely aware that her body shouldn’t have been able to rise from that platform or do any of the fine movements she had made as she had pleasured the dinosaur. She was very confused as she saw her body rise up and return to the chair. She was certain she hadn’t done that either.. “Vessel of my purest desire, I call for your blessings and fear your ire. Marking my flesh with your embrace, I wish to serve under your grace. My mind is yours and my body follows, until the mountains the sea swallows.” Creta’s voice rang out. There was a snap of bright blue and woman and dinosaur were separated. Creta shook her head rising from the chair, utterly confused about what had happened. “We are not done.” Ceus declared, and this time Creta knew that the voice belonged to the Tyrannosaur as it echoed in her head. “Come please me more and when I have filled you with my egg we shall make your dreams of one last heist come true.” Creta felt her cares simply scrubbed away; she had orders to follow from her master and that meant she didn’t need to worry about anything but completing them. Rising from the seat far sooner than she had planned, Creta crossed the distance to Ceus and climbed up his hips. She dragged her belly across his shaft until she was resting against his chest. With a thought she conjured a half dozen floating magic hands to caress and fondle Creus’s shaft, his pleasure radiating into her mind like warmth from a fire. She rubbed her well lubed cunt against the head of his cock making certain to keep herself aligned with the opening. The scale of her lover, her master, only excited her more as she teased and pleased the Tyrannosaurus. There was nothing in her mind but his desires and he wanted her to be filled with his cum and so she was going to make it happen. Along her belly a trio of ovals formed marked with hearts, little lines formed between them creating a wide and fat heart. The whole symbol glowed brightly as Ceus began to cum. His seed pushed into her pussy even as it spurted over her back and between her thighs. Her womb filled, stretching taut and then expanding painlessly as the potent and magical seed took hold. The spell that Creus had cast using her own voice and body took total hold of her fully, his cum staining her skin milky white. “Yes, that suits you nicely.” Creus mused as he looked at the way her belly bulged out with the gravidity of a woman nine months pregnant.