Rebound Magic

Tier Reward for MezzaPezza

An evil sorcerer gets more than he bargained for when a hero storms his castle. A spell, meant to turn the barbarian into his willing, nubile wife, backfires and hits him instead, giving the wizard a taste of his own medicine.

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Ramos looked out the window of his tower with vague amusement. Several of his loyal knights were falling to the latest group of heroes to cross his realm. They weren’t the first, and probably wouldn’t be the last either. Ever since he ‘liberated’ the king's head from his body and took over the castle, so-called heroes had been trying to take back the realm. It was a waste of time really; Ramos wasn’t some run-of-the-mill evil advisor gone rogue. Not only did he have magical powers far beyond most wizards, but he also had one thing no team of heroes could stop: loyalty. 

He watched with a chuckle as a knight bearing his sigil ran for the barbarian at the front of the group, only to be flung down off the bridge into the moat, still singing Ramos’ praises as he fell. Thanks to his skill in mind manipulation, Ramos’s new denizens gladly gave their lives to protect him. And the best part? They genuinely thought it was their idea. 

Mind control was a trick, he’d discovered. All it took was one little break, a second for the magic to fail, and the people would start to doubt. Instead, manipulation was the name of the game. A little influence here and there was all it took to have the people of this county worshipping the ground he walked on. Some of them even believed they had one been part of a rebellion to put him in power. A warm, nubile body pressed against his back, and hands crept over his broad chest, bringing a contented smile to his face. 

“Master Ramos, should we flee?” One of his wives asked. “These villains have gotten closer than most, and that fierce man at the front looks dangerous.”

Ramos hummed as he took a closer look at the barbarian. A man with more muscle than brains, naturally. His perfectly chiselled body was still pristine, despite his lack of armour. Ramos had to admit, he was impressed; not just any warrior could get this far into his citadel without a scratch, wearing nothing but a loincloth and a thick set of leather boots. The man swung a huge greatsword, sending yet another platoon of his guard flying and Ramos’ brow furrowed. 

“Don’t worry, my dear.” He patted his wife’s head. “Go, take care of the others, I will deal with him.”

“Oh, you’re so brave, Master Ramos.” One of the other wives sighed dreamily. “I wish I could watch.”

“Me too.”

His harem all gathered around him, desperate to give him praise and earn his favour in the hopes that he would pick them tonight. They were all beauties. Thanks to his magical skills, no woman could resist him. He patted each of their cheeks and headed for the door as an idea began to form. 

“Stay here, my dear, I might have a new sister for you yet.”

Ramos grinned to himself as he slowly descended the stairs, clicking his fingers to summon his staff and black cloak. It had been some time since he’d taken a new wife, and he’d been toying with a new spell. 

Now that he could have any woman who took his fancy Ramos had become…picky. No woman was truly perfect yet, each of them had some flaw; a wrinkle here, hips that could be wider, breasts that could be bigger. He’d played around with changing his current wives of course, they were more than happy to change if it pleased him. But there was something intoxicating about making his perfect woman, inside and out, from scratch. 

The wizard waved his hands, summoning the magic, ready to go. The spell would transform whoever it hit into his ultimate wife, inside and out. A mixture of transformation and mind altering magic that would make her hopelessly horny and desperate to please her new man and master. 

The sound of clanging metal growing closer only made him pick up the pace. Grunts and feral yells from the barbarian met his ears, and Ramos grinned maliciously. What a wonderful thing it would be to transform that hulking giant of a man into his perfect little sexy wife. He couldn’t wait to take her for the first time, hear her begging for it.  

He had almost reached the grand double doors at the end of the hall when they suddenly flew open. The barbarian stood, leg still raised from the kick, as the doors flew from their hinges and landed with a heavy thunk on the floor. 

“Those were very expensive,” Ramos said dryly, dusting a wood shaving off his long sleeves. 

“My name is Marcus.” He announced. “Your reign of tyranny ends here and now, Ramos.” 

The man had the deepest, roughest voice Ramos had ever heard. For a brief moment, he felt keenly aware of his skinny body, but he pushed such thoughts aside. He was the most powerful wizard in all the land, who bent thousands to his will; some fur-wearing ruffian would not emasculate him. 

“I think not.” He replied, deepening his voice slightly. 

The barbarian raised his sword and braced himself.

“This is for you Carrin.” He muttered.

Ramos rolled his eyes; he didn’t know the name, or care to. It didn’t matter what this thugs backstory was, soon he’d been his nubile, horny wife. Happy and wanting in his bedchambers. Ramos let the magic flare and waited for the man to get close. Then, at the last moment, he let the magic fly, watching gleefully as the black and red beam streaked across the room…

And bounced off a golden shield that magically appeared at the last second.

“What?”

That was all he got to say before Ramos was knocked off his feet by his own spell. His skin buzzed and his ass ached as he slammed down against the stone, sliding for several metres before sitting up in pure shock. The glittering gold shield that surrounded Marcuw was fading now, but he laughed.

“You think I didn't come prepared?”

He reached into a hidden pocket in his loincloth, revealing of golden amulet engraved with one of the petty Gods the people of this place used to worship before Ramos took control. 

“Carrin, the priest who tried to take you down last time. He was my friend.” Marcus spat. “He left me this, just in case, looks like he’ll get the last laugh after all.”

Ramos grimaced, being unable to use magic certainly was an issue. No matter, his loyal soldiers would come, all he needed to call. He pushed himself to his feet, holding his head high to show he wasn’t afraid and raised a hand, ready to summon his followers, only to trip on his cloak. The fabric tangled around his feet, sending him crashing to the floor in a humiliated heap. 

Marcus laughed, and Ramos felt his cheeks turning pink. What the hell, why was his cloak suddenly longer? He pulled at the fabric and felt it disintegrating under his fingers. His clothing was following the same pattern, melting away, leaving him totally naked in front of his foe. 

With horror, Ramos realised the amulet hadn't just protected Marcus from his spell; it had rebounded. Instead of the barbarian being transformed into Ramos’ ideal, subservient wife, he was! 

“What have you done!?” He screeched, and it was a screen; his manly voice was fading into something high-pitched and almost musical. 

Mascus sheathed his sword and took a few steps back, a curious look on his face. 

“Maybe it’s about time you got a taste of your own medicine.” He mused with a chuckle. 

“Joke's on you.” Ramos hissed, feeling his chest start to get tight. “I’ll just reverse the spell. And I won’t fall for my own manipulation! If I know it's coming, I can resist!”

“I thought your magic couldn’t be questioned.”

“Except by me!”

His retort turned into a groan. His body was tingling all over; Ramos wished it were painful, but it wasn’t. He’d designed the transformation to be as pleasurable as possible, that way whoever got hit with it would be wet and wanting by the time it finished. Ready for him. Well, he knew exactly what was coming, so he could prepare; that way, he would be able to resist his new urges as they came. At least that’s what he kept telling himself. 

Knowing was one thing, but actually feeling his chest start to swell was another. The skin stretched tightly over his new breasts, his nipples turning to hard stones despite his best efforts to squash them down. Marcus watched the whole event, and Ramos barely had the mental capacity to try to hide his shame. It was impossible, though; his arms were thinning, they couldn’t hide anything. 

Then the pressure between his legs began. He was forced to choose, try to hide his growing bust, or cover his shrinking manhood. The pressure was growing, Ramos could feel his cock being sucked up into his body, slowly reshaping the skin between his legs into a delicate pink flower. The sensations were so overwhelming that they made his knees weak. Despite his best efforts to stand, he ended up on his knees, half bent over and feeling the weight of his chest drag him down. 

Marcus stood, towering over him just a few feet away, and Ramos glared up at him. An insult on the tip of his tongue died as his eyes roamed the barbarians body. Then, to his horror, he felt his own body respond. The pleasure and heat pooled between his legs as he looked over that toned muscle. 

Ramos whimpered, feeling his butt balloon and his waist cinch. His perfectly groomed dark hair was now spilling down his bare back, making the skin tingle. New new pussy was already aching. He felt so pathetic, kneeling before this heathen, but he couldn’t help it. His body was betraying him. 

“How does it feel to be twisted by your own spells, sorcerer?” Marcus taunted.

Ramos bit his lip and forced himself to his feet. He refused to give in to his own spell. That’s all it was, this horniness, the fact that he couldn’t seem to look away from that broad chest in front of him, how much he wanted to run his tongue over those muscles…It wasn't him! He…he had to resist. 

He tried to ignore the sensation, but it only grew stronger, more insistent. His heart began to race, and his breath quickened. He felt a surge of arousal, a hunger that threatened to consume him if he didn’t sate it. His nipples tightened, and his core throbbed with need.

“You want me, don't you?” Marcus chuckled as he moved closer. 

It was a taunt. Marcus moved so slowly that Ramos could have easily stepped away, but he couldn’t. His eyes were glued to those strong hands and how much he wanted them on his skin. Marcus reached him, his strong hands grasping Ramos by the waist and pressing him up against the cold stone wall of the tower. Ramos let out a gasp, his head tilting back as Marcus's lips brushed against his ear.

"Your body wants me, craves me. And I'm going to give you what you need."

Ramos tried to protest, to resist the effects of his own spell, but it was too much. He was so damn horny and this new body so sensitive. He couldn’t think straight. Not until he came at least, if he could just cum maybe the overwhealming arousal caused by the transformation would go away. 

Marcus's hands roamed over his body, his touch both gentle and demanding. He cupped Ramos’ breasts, his thumbs brushing against the taut nipples, and Ramos moaned, his eyes fluttering closed.

"You like that, don't you?" Marcus murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. "You like the way I touch you, the way I make you feel."

Ramos nodded, her body arching into Marcus's touch. He was powerless to resist, his will crumbling beneath the weight of his desire. Marcus's hands slid down his body, fingers tracing the curve of his hips before dipping lower, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Why did it have to feel so good? All this time, he’d thought domination was sexy, but surrender was so much more. Feeling that strong body hold him in place sent sparks flying all through his body. He needed more. If he had known how good it felt to be a woman, he would have transformed himself years ago!

Marcus kissed him fiercely, claiming the full, soft lips. His tongue plunged into Ramos’s mouth, dominating him, possessing him. Ramos surrendered to the sensation, his body melting into the barbarian.

As their kiss deepened, Marcus's hands roamed over Ramos's body, exploring every inch of his soft, supple skin. He cupped his ass, lifting him up against the wall, and Ramos wrapped his legs around his waist, grinding his core against the hard bulge hidden behind the barbarian’s loincloth. 

"You're so wet for me," Marcus murmured.

Ramos nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. He couldn’t trust himself to speak without begging for Marcus’ cock. God, he wanted it. He felt so empty. So needy. 

"Get on your knees," Marcus commanded, his voice low and dominant.

Ramos's eyes widened, but he didn't hesitate. He sank to his knees, eyes never leaving Marcus's. It was like they grounded him. His head was full of thoughts of pleasing him, maybe then that ache between his legs could be serviced. Marcus stood before him, his muscular body towering over his new dainty body, and Ramos felt a thrill of submission.

"That's it," Marcus rumbled, removing the loincloth. "Now, show me how much you want me.”

This was his chance, if he wanted to, he could run, flee, use magic to escape with the snap of his fingers. But he didn’t. Instead, Ramos's lips parted, and he lowered his head, taking Marcus's cock in his mouth. He sucked him deep, tongue swirling around the sensitive head, and Marcus groaned, his hands tangling in Ramos’ hair.

Ramos moaned around Marcus's shaft, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the pleasure it gave her. He tasted so good. Fuck, why hadn't he done this before, screw ruling the realm, he wanted to spend every second, of every day doing this. Ramos looked up, mouth still full, at Marcus’s face. Marcus's smile was wicked as he thrust forward, burying himself deep within her.

Ramos gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. She sucked Marcus's cock, her mouth moving in time with his thrusts, and he groaned, his hands gripping her hair tighter. Ramos moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. She felt Marcus's cock throbbing in her mouth, and she knew he was close. She sucked harder, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside, and Marcus's breath hitched, his body stiffening.

Marcus's thrust forward one last time, his cock pulsing as he released his seed. Ramos swallowed, savouring the taste before pulling back. She was ready for him, ready to be claimed, and Marcus's eyes burned with a fierce, primal hunger. He lifted her, pressing her against the wall once more, and Ramos wrapped her legs around his waist, her core throbbing with anticipation.

Marcus positioned himself at Ramos’s entrance and thrust forward, burying himself deep within him. Ramos cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, as Marcus began to move, his hips snapping with primal force. Ramos's moans mingled with Marcus's gruff grunts, and he felt at home. The world had never felt so right. This felt like what he was born to do. 

Marcus's hands roamed over Ramos's body, his touch both gentle and demanding. His cock thrust deep within him, claiming Ramos, possessing him, and he surrendered to the sensation. Marcus's thrusts grew more urgent, more desperate, and Ramos felt his own release building, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume him.

All at once, her core tightened around Marcus's cock, milking him, drawing out his seed again, and he cried out, body shaking as he climaxed. Marcus followed soon after, and they leaned heavily against the stone walls, finally sated. Ramos could feel his spells unwinding all over the kingdom; his reign was over and yet…he wasn’t angry about it. Power held no interest for him anymore. Instead, he slid down the wall and stood before Marcus. Who ran a hand down his cheek. And as their lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss. She was his, now and forever, and she wouldn't have it any other way.