Slow build up, body transformation, premature, seduction, build up, magic.
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I come from a sect of powerful women with a history of magic. At maturity the women in my family are taught how to channel their magic so they can sustain and prolong themselves at the expense of a donor. I’ve been alive for centuries, but look like I’m in my 20s. My skin is clear and my breasts are round and perky. I’m average height for a modern woman, and slim, with shiny shoulder length blond hair and piercing green eyes. Over the years I’ve crafted an adorably small round ass, and a picture perfect pussy. My body doesn’t have a single hair out of place, but it does take sacrifice to maintain.
I move around often so people don’t notice that I never age. I rarely have many friends and live a pretty solitary life. I’ve found it difficult to keep too many close friendships since I’ll always say goodbye before too long.
Maintaining my looks requires that I occasionally find a person who I can draw my energy from. I find it most satisfying to hunt down men who I think deserve to be under my spell. Whenever I arrive somewhere new I try and seek out victimizers and perpetrators whom I can seduce and ultimately sacrifice for my own well being. My spells always take from them what they most admire about their bodies. Muscular men may loose their strength, and handsome men their looks, or tall men loose height. I don’t choose what they sacrifice.
I was often alone and rarely befriended new people unless I intended to ultimately draw from them, and in all my years I’ve never had a willing sacrifice.. until I met Evan. I was studying some ancient books in a local library after a recent move when I caught a young man staring at me a few times from across the room. I was used to men’s stares, but I could tell Evan was more interested in what I was reading than in my appearance. After several darting glances he walked over to me.
“I know what you are.”
He was quiet and nervous. I look up at him slowly, scanning him from his feet to his face. He was average height and slim, attractive but without much care in his appearance. “Oh? And what what is that?” I ask dismissively. He leans in and whispers the ancient name of our sect. I sit up straight and stare at him, I maintain my composure even though I’m somewhat shocked. Nobody has ever figured that out before. He points to a small mark on the back of my left shoulder, it’s often confused for a tattoo, but it’s a birthmark that all women in my tribe have.
He sits down next to me and says he’s never seen anybody read the books from this section before and that my interest in these books piqued his curiosity, then he noticed the birthmark. As we talk it’s clear there is still much he doesn’t know about me or my magic, but he doesn’t pry. He’s polite and intelligent with a clear thirst for knowledge, and before long we are talking at length about ancient life and long forgotten ways of the past. He asks how old I was, and I avoid the question but he knows it’s much more than I appear. “By the way, my name is Evan” He finally adds. “I’m Beth, it’s lovely to meet you.” I reply genuinely. That conversation began a friendship whereby we would meet in the library or a nearby coffee shop regularly for weeks and just talk.
I learn that Evan is 24 and his family is originally from South America but he was born and raised in Canada. I realize I’ve even visited his parent’s village long ago, before international borders were even a thing. Our friendship became the first real connection I’ve had with somebody in a very, very long time.
Eventually Evan pieced together the nature of my power, even if he didn’t know the specifics of how it worked. We were close, and while hanging out at a terrace café one evening he offered “I want to be your offering… the next time you feel the need to draw from someone.” I was surprised, nobody has ever offered before, and I’m sure he would change his mind if he knew what was involved. “Thanks… that’s very kind but I can’t do that to you. I’m sorry.” He insisted “Please, I’m 24 and you are the first woman I’ve ever connected with on any level. You’ve been here for months, I know you will need an offering from somebody soon. Please… let it be me.”
He was sweet, too sweet for his own good. “What do you mean I’m the first woman you’ve connected with.. ” I ask as I lean in, the gentle summer breeze waves my hair and my loose fitting blouse. “I… uh… well I’ve never been with anybody, or even felt close enough to be with somebody before.” he admits as he turns beet red. “And I know your power draws from sexual energy” he continues “I just thought that since I have little to loose that I’d be perfect.” He looks so hopeful… he has no idea what he’d be giving up.
Unfortunately for me I’ve spent all my time and energy building this actual relationship that I’ve neglected my habit of finding my next offering. By the time I felt my body waning, I felt it was too late to go on the hunt.
I invite him over that evening for drinks, which wasn’t unusual for us by then, except this time I dressed to seduce. I wore a tight fitting low cut shirt with a short ruffled skirt. The shirt showed off my shallow cleavage and my nipples just poked through the fabric. The skirt just covered my ass, and you could just see a shadow of the bright red lace thong I wore underneath.
When I answer the door he looks… surprised, he’s never seen so much of me. His eyes drift from my chest to my thighs before he refocuses and greets me with a nervous smile. I tell him I’m going to take him up on his offer, but that there is a catch. The spell works best when the man is not a virgin because it draws power from whatever physical attribute the man is most proud. He just about choked on his drink.
I stand up and take him by the hand and lead him to the living room. I lean in to give him a gentle kiss before I unbutton his shirt. He looks nervous, unsure what to do. “Just relax” I tell him as I reach for his belt buckle. I drop his pants to the floor and toss away his shirt as I explore his mostly naked body and wondering what part of him will be sacrificed to me. The thought of a man giving himself to me is generous, and hot, and I want to thank him properly before he’s diminished forever.
I take a step back and twirl while I feel his eyes all over my body. I wiggle my hips while I lower my skirt before pulling off my top, his eyes dart back and forth between my miniscule thong and bare breasts. His boxers begin to lift, I smirk at first until they get stretched tight. My eyebrows raise with intrigue as I reach out and rub his swollen cock through his underwear before I pull them down. I was not expecting Even to be so well endowed, his impressive manhood now semi erect sticking towards me. I’ve been around a long time and rarely have I see anyone bigger. “Evan!” I exclaimed… “You could have maybe said something.” but he just stared at me blankly, I don’t think he even knew how gifted he was.
I grip his thick shaft with my hand as I lean in and kiss him on the cheek. He moans with pleasure as I give his manhood a few strokes. He grabs my breast squeezes my ass and whimpers with pure delight before I push him back onto the sofa and get down on my knees. It’s been a long time since I’ve gone down on a man, but something about Evan’s selflessness and excitement drove me wild. I very slowly kissed and licked the shaft of his cock before wrapping my lips around the head of his cock and lowering as far as I could, which was barely past the tip. I licked and sucked him while I stroked his shaft with both hands. I feel him twitch as his shaft hardens, he looks bursting with emotion. I stand up and pull off my thong then sit on his lap, I guide the tip of his cock against my lips and rub him back and forth a few times before very slowly lowering myself. The moment my ass touches his lap he looses control. He firmly pushes his hip tightly against me grips my ass as he grunts and explodes. After a few orgasmic thrusts he relaxes and his head falls back as he pants. I lean forward and caress him and lie on his chest and rest my head on his neck. He lifts his head and looks me in the eyes and says “I’m ready, whenever you are.”
I’ve never performed this spell on somebody I truly cared about. Normally I would use herbs or something to make them sleep, but I decided to let Evan stay awake. I guide him to the bedroom and and have him lie on his back, I put my hand on his forehead. “I’ll always remember this.” I say as I look into his eyes. I hold my hands above his chest and chant the spell I’ve used so many times before. Evan begins to gasp for air as his back arches and his head tilts back. His arms and legs kick out as I chant louder, the electricity fades and the room rattles as if by thunder. The light bulbs burst leaving us in darkness as I fall back against the wall and take a deep breath as I feel rejuvenated. “Evan?” I call out “Yes.. I’m okay” he replies. We both reach out and grab each others hand and I lead him back to the light of the living room. He stumbles face first onto the sofa, exhausted and I sit next to him. He turns around and my eyes can’t help but be drawn to his manhood, if you could call it that. His cock had nothing left but the head pressed against his otherwise unchanged body.
His gaze follows mine and he looks down and gasps. He tugs at himself as if trying to pull a hose from a reel, but nothing happens. He closes his eyes and takes a few breaths then looks me in the eyes. “I told you… I have no idea what you will loose.” I say softly. “It’s… okay” he says then takes a deep breath… I lean in and give him a big hug. “Am I…. does everything still work?” He asks nervously while he stares at what’s left of his manhood.
“There’s only one way to find out I say.” as I lower myself to my knees. I lean in and gently kiss the head of his small cock slowly work him into my mouth as I massage him with my tongue and lips. To my relief he begins to grow and it wasn’t long until he was hard and moaning with pleasure. The tip of his cock just reached the back of my mouth, I enjoyed teasing and pleasuring him with the entirety of his manhood in my mouth. My lips pressed against him, leaving lipstick marks around the base of his cock. It wasn’t long until he was rock hard. “How do you want to do it?” I ask between licks and kisses. “Can you be on top again?” He asks in a shy tone.
I smile gently shove him towards the bed, he falls back and his head lands on a pillow. I climb on top and straddle his hips, guiding his short skinny cock against my pussy. I sit on him and he grunts as his little cock parts my lips and slips inside me. My fingers drift and rub my clit as I begin to gyrate my hips, Evan’s arms are to his side and he’s stunned, staring at my breasts as I begin to pleasure myself on his cock.
As I approach orgasm I lean forwards and put my hands on his chest, I roll my hip, pressing my clit against him and moan loudly as I start to cum. My knees press tightly against his sides and my back arches as my body twitches with pleasure. I catch my breath and look Evan in the eyes, he almost looked worried. “I just came..” I said softly and with a smile. I fall on the bed next to him, his hard little cock sticks straight up and glistens with my cum. “You still good?” I ask, hinting that we keep going. He rolls his body over me, his hips between my legs and his chest against mine. He fumbles for a bit before I reach down and help, then I wrap my arms around him as he starts to thrust.
His soft grunts on each push are endearing. He works himself up to a good rhythm and I groan softly to encourage him until he suddenly stops and lies on top of me, exhausted and trying to catch his breath. “Wow… round two is lasting way longer then the first.” I say with encouragement. He holds up his upper body and I see his look of concern “I don’t… I don’t think I’ll finish.” He admits. “It.. feels different than before.” He says then lies next to me in bed and cuddles against me.
Evan and I remained close for many years. We travelled together and he even helped me seek out my future sacrifices. We never again had sex, and in all the years we travelled I never knew him to be with anybody else. I drew on him twice more before we parted ways when he was in his mid 40s. I cried when he said he could no longer keep up with me, and that he didn’t think it was right that an old looking man like him traveled with a younger sexy woman like myself. Before we parted ways, he insisted I draw on him one last time. He gave everything he had, his body was old and frail, and he was too nervous to admit but I think his manhood had shriveled almost to non existence. I wished him well and hoped he could find happiness with somebody he could grow old with, but I doubt he would ever have sex again.
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