Magic always comes with a cost, but the princess sisters were too spoiled to care. From the day their father brought the sorcerer to court, they couldn’t keep away from him, flirting with and cockteasing him incessantly, turning up to his sanctum at all hours with requests both trivial and selfish.
He reminded them that his magic came from demons, and demons were not selfless, but when they persisted he gave them what they asked for.
Yes, they could have magical dresses that shifted from the latest fashions to slutty eveningwear at their command, but attractiveness fell in the domain of Lust, and it *would* inspire fantasies about raping them in all who saw it. Giggling, they agreed – who would dare rape princesses?
Yes, he could create them a pile of valuable jewellery, but he would need to invoke a Prostitution demon to do it. They would thereafter be compelled to fuck anyone he or the demon told them to. “But you’re a good boy,” they giggled, “and you wouldn’t tell us to do that.”
He made them serums of Eternal Youth, made from the sperm of demonic bulls – every time they swallowed a dose of the cum, their beauty was preserved but their tits grew a little bigger and began to leak milk.
He helped them cage a rare songbird, but as the bird was caged, so must they be, by magical bars piercing their nipples that would compel them to obey anyone who tugged on them.
He gave them unearthly beauty, leaving them so entranced with each other’s gorgeous bodies that the sisters would kiss each other sluttily in public and writhe in incestuous lesbian passion through the night.
Eventually, though, the work he had been summoned to do for the kingdom was complete, and the great cataclysm he had been working to stop was averted. The king asked him how he would be paid; he claimed the princesses. The king sighed in relief – he could always have more children, and besides, the empty-headed little brats were a trial upon him and an embarrassment to the kingdom.
When the princesses heard this arrangement, they stood aghast in the throne room, disbelieving it. But their belief was irrelevant. The sorcerer ordered them to go around the castle and fuck everyone, male, female, noble or servant, who wanted a turn with them, and then report to the stables to be collared, gagged and have their tits leashed. The price of their magic would now be paid in full, plus interest – the sexuality in their slutty royal bodies could fuel any number of interesting spells for his benefit…
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