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Asmondias and the Demon of Wisdom
by Jbozobo (jbozobo@gmail.com)

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An intrepid warlock's apprentice summons the Demon of 
Wisdom, Marchosias, to help him with his problems. 
(MF, nc, tg, bi, Warcraft-parody)

***

The young apprentice warlock moved quietly, he was 
determined to show his master Xinthus that he 
deserved promotion to the next rank and more advanced 
training in the dark arts. He had failed to properly 
control the cleaning spells the day prior, letting 
loose a small tornado within Xinthus' labs, the 
little twister had created quite a mess before 
Xinthus had appeared out of nowhere and snapped his 
fingers. 

He had pulled Asmondia from the wreckage, shaking him 
like a dog and finally smacking him into a corner and 
calling him utterly incompetent. Asmondia was 
furious, he knew he was gifted. He had a special feel 
for the occult, and often felt that he could almost 
see the lay lines that formed magical energy 
connections all across the living world.

He slipped into the darkened and deserted lab area, 
lighting a candle only after he had pulled the heavy 
curtains. The lab smelled of sulfur, absinthe, and 
vodka. The vodka was primarily a fuel source for the 
incredible heat needed to quicken some of the more 
challenging spells. The tornado from earlier had 
wreaked havoc, spilling carefully groomed 
experiments, breaking beakers and tubes worth untold 
gold into useless shards. 

Xinthus had decided that Asmondia would be removed 
from apprenticeship, but would instead serve as only 
an indentured servant until he had paid for the vast 
damage his little mistake had caused. He was crushed, 
not only had he failed utterly to control the sweeper 
spell, but he had turned himself into the lowliest of 
servants, and probably indentured himself for life as 
nothing but a sweeping boy.

He smiled thinking of how he would turn this all 
around, unknown to Xinthus, Asmondia had been copying 
spells and arcane knowledge from Xinthus' great book 
of spells. In this book Asmondia had found just what 
he needed, a fairly simple spell intended to summon 
the demon Marchosias. Marchosias, the helper demon, 
had the power, subtlety, and knowledge that Asmondia 
needed to recover his position and prove himself a 
worthy apprentice to the great and powerful Xinthus. 

Asmondia moved calmly, clearing a space on the floor, 
gathering the materials he would need, he couldn't 
wait to get started as he gathered his materials. He 
kept only one candle lit, thus to avoid drawing 
unwanted attention, even with the heavy draped 
pulled, too much light would show from the courtyard. 

Unnoticed by Asmondias he had picked up sugar instead 
of salt as he rummaged about, gathering items. He 
marked the points of the hell-gate, a five-sided 
star, formed with salt, the points a burning flame 
from a vodka soaked wick. Within each parallel of the 
star he dribbled his own blood, and left the flesh of 
a virgin who had died in innocence. Then he lit the 
thurible, only the smoke of charred human bones would 
do for this, these were heated in a special thurible, 
capable of forcing air through the coals. This of 
course enabled the heat needed to burn bones. 

Finally, Asmondia was ready, he slowly and carefully 
reviewed the spell, reading the warnings last. He 
gulped a bit at those, whatever happened he could not 
let Marchosias escape her prison, he readied his 
mind, readied his logic, knowing that he prepared for 
a battle of wits with an ancient, experienced, and 
utterly evil foe.

He began the chant, using the lilting old language of 
warlock magic, it was a long chant and must be 
repeated perfectly seven times. As he chanted the 
star on the floor began to glow, softly at first but 
by the sixth chant it was blazing like sun-fire, in 
the back of his mind he wondered how much light would 
show through the drapes. 

With the final word, there was a clap of thunder, the 
vodka torches blew out, and Asmondias was knocked 
back head over heels to crumple against a table leg. 
His robe had blown up over his head, and his head had 
hit the table leg fairly hard, leaving him moaning in 
a heap. Suddenly the vodka torches relit, he 
hurriedly sorted himself out and turned to examine 
the creature he had summoned.

Within the outline of the five-sided star, lit in the 
gentle torchlight lay a creature unlike anything he 
had ever seen. It was a young woman, or a young 
female at least, she was naked, and perfectly formed, 
her hair was pure white and hung down to her downy 
white pubic hair. She had small black wings that 
loomed behind her perfect shoulders and her eyes were 
an incredible light glowing lavender. Asmondias could 
not look away, she was absolutely perfect her skin a 
soft gold and unblemished, and she was smiling at 
him.

"Well, well, and who has the courage to call me here 
and to shape SUCH a careful trap for me?" She snapped 
her teeth at him, winking lewdly as she spread her 
legs, Asmondias couldn't help himself, he gazed lower 
at her perfect pussy glistening there at the vee of 
her legs. Her pubic hair was so white that the pink 
of her slightly swollen pubis was startling, he could 
almost smell her arousal. 

She beckoned him closer, slowing rubbing herself, 
teasing herself. He snapped back suddenly, this was 
the first test, if she could trick him into the 
circle she could take his soul, use his body and drag 
him wholly back to hell. Worse, from what he had 
read, Marchosias, as he had read tended to leave her 
victims to suffer from their poor choices in life, 
usually designing a hell on earth that would be 
finished with a trip to rejoin their soul in hell.

For the first time, sadly for him, Asmondias 
questioned the wisdom of his actions, her scent alone 
was overpowering, and she had barely spoken at all. 
He started to panic as he realized just how badly 
this might go. Finally, he gathered himself "Demon I 
have summoned you and trapped you, you will serve 
me!" he hoped that had enough boldness. 

Marchosias merely laughed again, she had two fingers 
in her quim now, boldly fucking herself, he could see 
and smell her juices running down her ass and 
dripping on the floor. "Ohhh little man, how amusing, 
you think to command me, and you think you are in 
charge?" she challenged him. She was gasping now, and 
she pulled her fingers out to slowly succulently suck 
the juices off each one. He was simply agog, this 
demon was supposed to be learned, and quite 
intelligent, why was she acting like a succubi 
instead?

He tried again "Marchosias, I have summoned you for 
important tasks, I would learn from you and I would 
have you set aright all the damage I have caused in 
the last 24 hours. You will tell me how to regain my 
former status as an apprentice, and you WILL 
guarantee my success as a warlock!" He bellowed that 
last part, hoping to intimidate the demon. She simply 
grinned again, and asked him politely "And would you 
provide me some tea perhaps little mage, some tea to 
go with the sugar you used to make my cage?" 

She stepped slowly and sensually over the little edge 
of the star, and then dragged her delectable toe back 
and forth through it. "Ohhhh my little mage, what fun 
we will have you and I setting straight all of your 
errors." Asmondias spontaneously wet himself 
horrified, as he began trembling violently, he tried 
to speak, tried to think, but all that would come out 
was a "Bubbubbubb ergh?" sound.

Marchosias stepped up to him, sensually, slowly 
sniffing him "oh little mage, look at you, you've 
gone and soiled yourself? Am I so hideous and 
terrifying, really?" He stammered a bit more, looking 
at her once more. She was nothing short of 
incredible, her skin was glowing almost golden, and 
as she leaned in her scent was heavenly. He could 
still smell her arousal and found his cock spasming 
in his robe. She blinked at him and gently licked his 
nose tip, "Let me see, first we'll clean you up 
little one, and then we will improve you, oh yes you 
will be so much more."

Suddenly he was naked, his robe simply gone, he felt 
a warm breeze blow all over his body and she stepped 
closer grasping his twitching member gently. "Well 
little mage, perhaps you need a new name, this is a 
worthy tool" she smiled slowly stroking his cock. But 
I think such a tool deserves a man to go with it, 
Asmondias knew he was scrawny, perhaps his large tool 
his only really redeeming feature. No few scullery 
maids had taken advantage of his swollen cock, but of 
him they wanted nothing more. 

Marchosias waved her hand and another breeze seemed 
to waft about, suddenly he was looking down at her, 
he had grown almost a foot and as he looked down he 
could see that his thighs and arms had grown as well, 
swollen with massive rippling muscles. His cock was 
now almost a foot long and nearly poked little 
Marchosias in the eye, she leaned in and began 
licking his cock. 

The sensations buckled his knees and he found himself 
kneeling and still getting the greatest blowjob of 
his young life, amazingly the demoness sucked his 
twelve inch cock down her through like a hungry 
whore. He could feel her throat contracting and 
sucking at his cock, and suddenly he exploded, 
surging cum shooting down her silky throat, he 
screamed then and blacked out.

He was dreaming about Jenny, one of the servant girls 
had snuck into his room again, she was riding his 
cock, but then the pleasure turned to pain and he 
screamed as his cock caught fire, but Jenny wouldn't 
let up. We jerked awake, Marchosias was riding his 
cock, and it hurt just as much as he had dreamed, the 
pain lanced into his brain, into his soul searing him 
through. Asmondias thought he would die from the 
pain, but Marchosias was riding him hard using the 
full twelve inches of his impossible cock to impale 
herself time after time after time. 

Slowly his cock began to feel something else, the 
pain seemed to transform, it was still pain, but he 
began to want it, the searing, stabbing, tearing was 
bringing him to orgasm, but unlike his normal 
orgasms, this one didn't end, soon the pleasure 
turned back to pain. Wrapping his mind in a mobius 
strip of pain and pleasure that was never ending, 
finally he pulled Marchosias to him, biting her 
nipples viciously, she screamed long and hard 
grinding down on his swollen cock, shuddering in her 
own pain and pleasure.

They lay there for a long time, twitching together, 
he covered in sweat and cum, and she in perfect 
balance, soft and warm, her wings twitching behind 
her in aftershocks of amazing sex. She smiled at him 
then and it was a terrifying smile, "Ohhhh little 
mage, what a shame that your punishment is pre-
ordained, you are a fun little fuck. But I hope you 
enjoyed your last fuck as a man, and I hope you 
enjoyed being all that you could be for one last 
fuck. 

"If only you had endured and had patience, all that 
you are now is what you would have become, all the 
power of the most powerful warlock and a body that no 
woman alive could resist. But no, you TRIED to trap 
me the great and powerful Marchosias, Demon of 
Knowledge and Wisdom, and you failed little mage. For 
that you must suffer, and I have decided your fate." 

She kissed him then standing and walking away. 
Asmondias felt his abused cock, stir to full hardness 
as she walked across the room. Her ass was perfect, 
two golden globes of perfect lusciousness. She turned 
and faced him, and he recoiled scrabbling across the 
floor. From between her legs sprouted an enormous 
cock, swollen and purple headed, veined and 
throbbing, and generally terrifying.

Horrifying images of her raping him flitted through 
his mind as he scrambled away, keeping his eyes on 
her, another of those infernal warm breezes washed 
over him, this time at his crotch. He stared down 
dumbfounded as Marchosias walked up to him ignored 
now, between his legs there was nothing,... well not 
exactly nothing but a furry down of white and a very 
familiar looking pussy. He slowly looked up at 
Marchosias, and she smiled leering down at his 
glistening slit. 

"Yes little mage, I have traded our private parts, do 
you like your new pussy little mage is it throbbing 
with need?" He looked again, his cunt was swollen, 
glistening, and it was indeed throbbing with need, he 
felt empty somehow. He was backed up against a wall 
now, nowhere else to go, the demon bitch knelt 
between his legs, admiring her handiwork. She reached 
out one slim golden finger and gently stroked his 
clitoris. The sensation surged through him, different 
and yet familiar to having his cock stroked, and then 
she slid two fingers into him pulling up and 
instantly finding his G spot. 

He gasped at the sensation, moaning low in his throat 
as she began to fast and truly finger fuck him. His 
legs splayed open, and hips betrayed him and began 
thrusting at the intruding fingers, he heard a 
masculine voice saying the improbable, "Fuck me, fuck 
me, fuck me... Ooohhh GOD!!" and realized it was his 
voice begging for that enormous cock.

He gazed down his improbably masculine body, thick 
strong legs like tree trunks splayed wide, and his 
stomach rippled with a six-pack of abs, his chest was 
massive square with muscle, and his biceps bulged 
like a professional strong man. 

Between his legs sat an incredible woman/demon, her 
face was angelic and she smiled sweetly at him as she 
teased his slit with her throbbing manhood. Her black 
wings flexed slowly in rhythm with her cock as she 
teased his pussy open, he was shuddering with 
sensation as the fat cock speared into him, giving 
him a whole new sensation of being filled. She 
grasped his shoulders and pulled herself slowly into 
him, until the massive cock was buried in his furry 
white cunt, she paused then and as he tried to hump 
himself on her throbbing cock she said, "Do you like 
it when I fuck you Asmondias? Is it everything you 
dreamed little mage?" 

"YES! I mean no! I mean, OH GOD fuck me demon, fuck 
me!! I need your cock!!" 

Marchosias leaned forward, tasting his lips, her 
tongue tasted of sweet sulfur, and her skin tasted of 
cinnamon, the sensation of her nipples on his chest 
had him gasping as she dragged her long white hair 
over him. She stared into his eyes then, and began 
truly fucking him, stroking slow and strong into his 
quivering pulsing pussy.

He lost himself then, gibbering with need, aching for 
climax and staring into her burning eyes as she 
seared herself into his soul. His legs were pulling 
her into him, and his arms urging her on and he heard 
himself moaning and almost screaming like a woman in 
the throes of climax. She was calmly fucking him, 
deep and hard, her hands came up to his face and he 
heard her say, "As I am, so you shall be." 

Suddenly he climaxed, shuddering, gasping, and 
screaming he came, his legs shaking and cramping his 
cunt spasming around the massive cock that throbbed 
within him, the last thing he remembered was the 
feeling of hot seed filling him, and one final 
massive climax and then nothing. 

He awoke to the sounds of shuffling feet and then, 
"Good God, what's happened here? Miss, are you ok? 
Where have you come from?" He opened his eyes to see 
Master Xinthus standing above him looking worried 
"young lady, where have you come from, and where are 
your clothes?" Asmondias looked down at himself, and 
was shocked again to his very core, his body had been 
completely transformed now. 

To go with the beautiful white haired cunt, he now 
appeared to have the rest of Marchosias' body, the 
golden glow, the perfect thighs and shapely hips, his 
breasts thrust out perfect 36 Cs. He hadn't noticed 
before but his skin was covered in a fine light down 
of perfectly blonde hair. "Ahem??" He was startled 
out of his reverie by Xinthus, "Are you OK? Here let 
me get you a robe," Xinthus handed him the robe 
Asmondias had discarded so many hours ago. 

"I... uhm, well... thank you kind sir," he said, 
thinking desperately. "I don't know, who you are or 
where I am," he lied quickly trying to think of a way 
out of this. 

"My name is Marcy," he quickly fabricated a name, "I 
went to sleep in my home in the township of Corcyra 
and awoke here, I have no idea how!" 

Xinthus surveyed the room as Marcy dressed in the 
robe, and returned with a verdict, "Well young lady, 
it appears my former apprentice, idiot that he was, 
summoned a demon and like a fool formed the gate with 
sugar instead of salt, what an utter imbecile!" 

Marcy boiled inside at his scathing commentary, but 
tried to hide her reaction "But how did I come to be 
here" she asked "and where is here anyway?" Xinthus, 
eyed her closely now, "Corcyra you say, I've never 
heard of such a place?" Good, thought Marcy, he can't 
try to send me back there. "All I can guess," 
pondered Xinthus, "is that my dim-witted apprentice 
attempting to summon a demon of some sort. And did 
that demon transposed the two of you, or simply 
traded you for him to maintain the balance of the 
realms?"

Marcy nodded, wondering why she was thinking of 
herself as Marcy, her cunt was feeling empty again as 
Xinthus drew closer. "As far as I can tell, I seem to 
have gotten the far better deal; you are a comely 
wench indeed." He eyed her legs below the hem of the 
robe, touching her white floating hair, his hand on 
her face caused her to blush, and her cunny drenched 
itself as he rubbed his thumb on her bottom lip. 
"Yes," he rasped, "I seem to have come out far better 
off." 

Her quim was quivering as he pulled her to him, 
kissing her roughly at first, and then more gently 
exploring her soft wet mouth.

Marcy was gasping as Xinthus kissed her, on the one 
hand somewhere in her dark recesses she was 
disgusted, but her body was completely ready for 
more. Xinthus, unknowingly affected by the powerful 
sexual pheromones dripping from Marcy's pores, ripped 
the robe from her, his cock stretching his own robe. 
As his hands ran over her silky golden body, Marcy's 
body sang with pleasure, she pulled Xinthus' robe 
over his head, pulling him quickly back into a deep 
kiss. 

Her hands rubbed his rough manly body, and his cock 
pressed against her midriff, she slid a hand up 
grasping his cock, his fingers were exploring her 
body, her ass, her breasts, and her back. She slid 
down to her knees, licking his cock lasciviously and 
as she sucked his cock into her mouth she heard the 
words Marchosias had spoken "as I am, so you shall 
be" and realized this was her punishment.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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