Chapter 3: Rising Action
“So how do I change back” Emily asked practically shaking.
Desmond chuckled “baby girl, once you pick, you’re changed for good”
“What” she gasped, “That can’t be”
“Baby girl it’s my magic, my concoctions, you think I’d waste them on something as trivial as reversal magic”
Emily was shocked, “What the fuck?” she said, “You can’t just change people’s bodies like this”.
Her voice trembled, but her body ached with a need she couldn’t ignore.
Desmond leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. “I can, and I will. But first, let’s make sure you’re comfortable in that new body of yours.” His hand slipped down her arm, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, circling her nipple until it was hard and aching.
Emily gasped, her body responding despite her mind’s protests. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. “I-I don’t know what you’re doing,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
Desmond’s touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
“Shh, baby girl,” he murmured. “Just let go. You’re safe with me.”
His hands continued to explore her body, tracing the curve of her hips, the swell of her ass. Emily moaned softly, her body on fire. She was acutely aware of every touch, every sensation. It was overwhelming, but she never wanted it to stop.
Desmond stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers. “Take it off,” he commanded, his voice low and rough.
Emily’s heart pounded in her chest, but she did as she was told.
Slowly, she pulled the dress over her head, revealing her naked, transformed body to Desmond. His eyes roamed over her, taking in every curve, every inch of her dark skin. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but also strangely empowered.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Desmond breathed, his voice a low growl. "Turn around for me, baby girl. Show me that ass."
Emily complied, turning her back to him. She could feel his gaze on her, searing her skin. She bent slightly at the waist, looking back at him over her shoulder.
Desmond groaned, his cock straining against his pants. He reached out, grabbing a handful of her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. "Fuck, look at this ass," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "It's fucking perfect."
Emily moaned, her body aching for his touch. She could feel his fingers dig into her flesh, and it sent shivers down her spine. She wiggled her ass, inviting more of his touch. Desmond chuckled, a dark, lustful sound that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her pussy.
"You like that, don't you, baby girl?" he growled, his hand squeezing her ass again. "You like being touched like this. You like feeling like a fucking whore, don't you?"
Emily gasped, her body trembling with a mix of shock and desire. She shouldn't like being called that, but fuck, it felt good. She didn't know this side of herself, this needy, filthy side that craved his touch, his words.
Desmond's other hand snaked around her waist, his fingers dipping between her legs. He groaned as they came away wet, coated with her arousal.
"Fuck, you're so wet, baby girl. You're dripping for me, aren't you?"
Emily nodded, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes... yes, I am," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
Desmond's fingers slid back between her legs, this time slipping inside her, curling up to stroke her G-spot. Emily cried out, her body bucking against his touch. She could feel every ridge of his fingers, every movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"Hands on the wall, baby girl," Desmond commanded, his voice rough with desire.
Emily complied, pressing her palms flat against the cold, smooth surface. She could feel the throb of her pulse in her wrists, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
Desmond stepped closer, his body heat scorching her skin. He reached down, grabbing a handful of her thick, curly hair and yanking her head back. Emily gasped, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. His gaze was dark, his pupils dilated with lust. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Look at us, baby girl.
Look at how fucking good this looks." Desmond's voice was a low growl in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Emily watched in the mirror as Desmond's hand traveled down her body, his fingers trailing along the curve of her hip before dipping between her thighs. She parted her legs instinctively, giving him better access, her breathing becoming more ragged with each passing second.
Desmond's fingers slipped inside her, curling up to stroke that sensitive spot within her. Emily let out a low moan, her head falling back against his shoulder. "Fuck, that feels so good," she whispered, her body already aching for more.
Desmond's hand continued to work between her legs, his fingers slick with her juices as he stroked her G-spot mercilessly. Emily watched in the mirror as his other hand came around to cup her breast, his thumb flicking against her nipple. She arched her back, pushing her breast further into his hand, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Desmond murmured, his voice a low rumble in her ear. "You like having my fingers buried deep in that pussy of yours."
Emily nodded, her eyes closed as she surrendered to the sensation. "Yes...” then she stopped her self… “no… this is all the fragrance doing… bad AH! Bitch and…. Ah, ah, ah WET PUSSY!” Emily shouted as her body convulsed, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. Her breath came in ragged pants, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. Desmond's fingers were a relentless assault on her G-spot, driving her towards the edge of ecstasy.
She could feel the heat building, the pressure coiling inside her like a spring ready to snap. Her body was on fire, her skin damp with sweat, her curls clinging to her neck and forehead.
“Fuck, Desmond! Right there, don't stop!” she begged, her voice hoarse and desperate.
Desmond chuckled darkly, "Not yet, baby girl. Not until you're ready to scream my name."
His fingers worked her faster, harder, stretching her limits. Emily's breath hitched, her body tensing as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. Her teeth bit down on her lower lip, drawing blood as she fought to hold back the scream building in her throat.
"Look at me, Emily," Desmond commanded, his voice a low growl.
Emily's eyes fluttered open, meeting Desmond's gaze in the mirror. His eyes were black with desire, his jaw set in a hard line as he watched her come undone.
Emily could see the muscles in his arm flexing as he thrust his fingers in and out of her, hitting that spot inside her that sent fireworks exploding behind her eyes. She was so close, her body trembling on the precipice of ecstasy.
"Oh, fuck, Desmond," she gasped, her breath coming in short, ragged pants. "I'm gonna come. Please, please, please let me come."
Desmond's lips curled into a wicked grin, his fingers picking up the pace. "You're going to come all over my fingers, aren't you, baby girl?
You're going to soak them with that sweet, wet pussy juice of yours," Desmond growled, his voice a low rumble in her ear.
Emily whimpered, her body tensing as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her. "Yes, yes, I am," she panted, her hips bucking against his hand, desperate for more.
Desmond's fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Emily's eyes rolled back in her head, her breath hitching as she chased the orgasm that was just out of reach.
"Look at me, baby girl.
I want to see those pretty eyes when you come for me," Desmond commanded, his voice thick with desire.
Emily's breath hitched, her body trembling as she fought to hold onto the pleasure building within her. She forced her eyes open, her gaze locking onto Desmond's reflection in the mirror. His eyes were dark and intense, his jaw clenched as he watched her unravel.
"Fuck, Desmond. I need it. I need to come," Emily begged, her body writhing against his fingers.
Desmond's eyes flashed with lust, and he gave her exactly what she needed.
He thrust his fingers deeper, hitting her G-spot with force, sending Emily crashing over the edge. "Fuck, yes, baby girl. Come for me. Come all over my fingers," he growled, his voice low and filthy.
Emily's eyes rolled back in her head as the orgasm tore through her. She screamed Desmond's name, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, milking them for every last drop of pleasure. She could feel her juices gushing out, soaking Desmond's hand, running down her thighs.