Time the Enchanter: Part 7
By Zambezi


     Your body rolls in time to the rhythm of the pulsating music, blasting out through the multicolored dance club. When the song finally ends, you breathlessly make your way to the bar for a cool drink. A moment later its in your hands and raise it quickly to your lips. But something catches your eye. A tall man suddenly entered the room. Dressed all in black, powerfully built, and with bright blond hair, you can�t take your eyes from him. Your drink still suspended in the air, unblinking, you watch this mystery man slowly make his way across the room. He stops at the far end of the bar and wordlessly orders a drink. It promptly appears before him and he slowly takes it. With effortless grace the liquor slides down his throat. As he sets the glass down, he catches your gaze. His eyes are deep and dark, like bottomless pools. You feel naked, your soul exposed to his every whim.
     When he looks away, you inhale sharply and quickly turn away. Realizing your drink is still in your hand, you quickly down it, hoping to calm your nerves. His penetrating stare was terrifying, like jumping off a cliff into a deep pool. But it was exhilarating too, and now with your back to him, you long to stand at the cliffs edge once more.
     When you turn to find him, he�s standing right in front of you. You feel tiny, fragile. The terror you felt looking in his eyes is worse now than any you�ve ever felt. Everything inside screams at you to run but you can�t. Something deeper inside wont let you. Something in you remembers the exhilaration and when his arm slides around your hips you remember it too. Without a word he leads you out of the club, with each step the exhilaration surges through you more and more.
     After a short walk through the crisp night air, he brings you to a small rundown motel. Inside he nods to the clerk and turns into the first room. Standing in the dark, you feel more alone than ever when he leaves your side to turn on a light. The dim bedside lamp reveals a beautifully furnished room. The carpet is a dark burgundy, the walls are painted a dark forest green, and the furniture is all dark leather. The bed is a big king with silk sheets the same color as the soft carpet. In the corner is a mini bar and along one wall a door to a bathroom.
     He walks over to you and gently slides your right shoulder strap off. His hands are big and strong but his touch is soft and gentle. As he caresses your arms and neck, you breath deeply. Like breathing in the fresh air after a summer shower. Eventually you can�t resist any longer and simply fall into his arms. As he unbuttons the back of your blouse you close your eyes and instantly feel like you�re at home lying safe in your bed. Before you know it, your mysterious lover is lifting you naked on to the cool silk sheets. A moment later he too has shed his clothing and climbs into bed above you.
     A voice inside says �wait!� but another says, �no.� Another voice says �wait, something�s not right� but the same one says �no, everything will be fine.� The voices fight to sway until finally you say, �no, I want this.� At that moment, he slides inside you, an event that sends shivers down your spine and steals your breath away. As he goes deeper inside, your vision blurs for just a moment . Your lover starts to kiss you and your sight returns but you stop him.
      �Call me Tim�
     He knew. Somehow he knew you�d ask his name. But a soon as the thought comes to you its gone. It doesn�t matter. Nothing matters except this man, whatever his name may be. And now he�s kissing you again. But your mouth feels strange, something not your own. As your tongue wrestles with his, you can feel your teeth, long and sharp. They cut him and you can taste his blood, hot and sweet. He sits up and touches his lips, looking at the blood on his fingertips. He smiles and the cut is gone.
     He starts to massage your head and you can feel the pressure build beneath his fingers. He rubs harder and you clench your rows of fangs, your breath hissing through them. You hear a tearing sound as something forces its way through your skin. You want to scream but it feels good too. Every time he slides into you, you can feel another surge of growth. But the pain suddenly stops and Tim starts working elsewhere.
     As he kisses your neck, he takes your hands in his and suddenly they begin to ache. You try to work the joints but it only makes it worse. Now your feet ache too, until the same tearing sensation comes back, something forcing its way out your finger tips and toes. You want to scream, you have to scream, but it stops. He let go of your hands and the pain was gone.

     Now he�s rubbing your breasts, and both curiosity and fear creep into your mind. What is happening to you? Who is this man? Questions you haven�t considered suddenly come rushing to you, all too late. Your chest heaves under his touch and something begins to push at the skin of your breasts. You cup your hands under them but jerk them away when something cuts you. You bring your hands up to your face and stare in shock at the long black claws curling off your fingertips. You reach up to your forehead and grasp the rough horns curving out of your skull. �What is happening, what is going on here?� But your breath is sucked out of you when an eruption of flesh pounds at your chest.
     Your skin burns beneath Tim�s touch. You watch as he massages your areolas but close your eyes when another surge comes. You feel like a water balloon, certain that you�ll burst at any moment. But your skin holds the rush of flesh. You open your eyes and look to find your beasts nearly twice their original size, and still growing. In time to each of Tim�s aggressive thrusts into you, more hot liquid tissue explodes violently into your chest, raising your back off the mattress and forcing out your breath.
     When the assault stops, Tim places one hand in your cleavage and slowly slides it down over your abdomen, past your navel and into your crotch, brown hairs painfully sprouting from your skin. You think that finally its over, but when Tim thrusts in again something presses at the skin at the base of your spine. He reaches under you, taking your ass in his hands. A rush of flesh quickly stretches your skin but you pay it little attention. Something has ripped its way through your skin and as Tim slides in you once more, slowly now, you can feel it growing. A second, third and fourth time it surges out.
     Something flickers in your vision. You look down at the bed sheets to find a fleshy tail. You reach for it but Tim drives into you again and again the tail grows. You reach for it again, but jerk your hand away at the touch. Of course you knew it was your own, but somehow until the touch of your fingers sent a chill up your spine everything that has happened hadn�t really sunk in.
     Your tail surges again, short brown hairs covering it but leaving flesh exposed on the underside. This time you take it in your hands, holding it against your gigantic breasts. Tim slides in you ever so slowly this time, adding a wicked point, shaped like an arrowhead, to the end of your tail. But at the pinnacle of his thrust he waits and delivers his hot seed deep inside you. You fight to remain conscious but after a moment fall deeply asleep.
     When you awaken you find yourself inside a softly lit bedroom. The room is large with a couple large leather armchairs and the soft bed you�re laying in. The walls are darkly stained oak, the carpet soft, and the bed covered in mink. You see a large mirror, mounted to one wall and scramble quickly to it. The sight is astounding.
     A tuft of soft brown fur rests atop an enormous set of breasts. In the motel room it was hard to judge their true size. Someone has dressed you in a dark brown two piece. You quickly remove the top to check the cup size. �Oh my God, I�m a G!� You say to yourself in mirror. But your shock turns elsewhere. The fangs you knew about, but your eyes! Your eyes are jet black no hint of white anywhere, like something out of an alien movie. Your horns are at least a foot long, pointing straight up, with sharp points on the ends. Your tail reaches to the floor and flicks back and forth absentmindedly. A quick attempt reveals you can swish it easily from side to side. You follow it up to your large round ass and reach around to run your hands over the soft smooth skin. A little poke reminds you of your claws, and you look to the ground to see the ones on your toes.
     Perhaps strangest of all is the gentle curve of your belly. You run your hands through the line of fur running down to your crotch and try to remember this part of the transformation. Just then you hear a jingle of keys as someone outside unlocks your door. You rush to put your top back on and fasten the clasps just as the door swings open. A well dressed man, of medium build steps inside and turns on a light.
     He looks you over and finally says, �already protecting your young I see.�
     You hadn�t realized that one of your hands had come up to cover your belly. �What?�
      �Oh that�s right, Tim never explains very much. Very well, my name is Oscar. We are standing in one of the private rooms of my mansion on a small island in the Caribbean. I paid Tim a lot of money for a tall, slender, brown haired demon-girl and as always, he delivered beautifully. As I hinted before you are pregnant. You could call it a gift that Tim leaves for all his.........subjects. In a week or so you�ll give birth to a bouncing baby girl and you will both belong to me.�
      �What do you mean I belong to you.�
     He takes a few steps closer. �Well I didn�t pay all that money for a new best friend, now did I?�


           The End