Sorceress Learns Femboy Summon

The black candles hissed as Bellatrix whispered the final syllables of the summoning spell, her dark-painted lips curling into a wicked smile. The velvet-draped chamber pulsed with arcane energy, the sigils chalked onto the floor glowing faintly red.

She stood barefoot in a sheer black robe, the fabric clinging to her curves, breasts barely contained, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Let's see if this works, shall we?" she purred to no one in particular.

With a low crackle, the summoning circle burst into life. Smoke curled upward, shadows twisting--then coalesced into a figure.

A boy.

No, a femboy.

He stood blinking, dazed, steam rising from his bare chest. Short, jet-black curls clung to his forehead. His toned body shimmered with a light sheen of sweat--fishnets clinging to his thighs, a barely-there mesh thong framing an impressively noticeable bulge. Silver piercings glinted across his brows, lips, and nipples. Small black horns curled above his ears.

Bellatrix's smirk widened.

"Oh... oh, you're even prettier than the spellbook promised," she cooed, stepping closer. "Look at you. All that muscle... all those piercings. I could eat you alive."

Niko blinked, then grinned crookedly. "You're Bellatrix?" His voice was low, velvety, with the barest tremble. "You summoned me?"

"I did. You're mine now, sweet thing." She extended a hand, her long nails trailing along his abs, admiring the shiver that ran through him. "I used the spell with the... special modifications. So there's a little something working its way through your body already."

Niko's knees wobbled slightly, his eyes glazing with sudden heat. "You mean this burning feeling in my belly?"

"Mmm. That's lustroot, fused with a compulsion hex. Every second you're not being touched, filled, or used... the ache will get worse." Bellatrix pressed a hand against his groin. He gasped.

Niko knelt obediently, breath shallow, dark lashes fluttering as the curse dug its claws deeper into him. His body was trembling--caught in a storm of arousal so intense he could barely think. Every beat of his heart sent a pulse straight to his cock, already flushed, hard, and leaking, the tip glistening between the sheer mesh of his thong.

Bellatrix stepped forward, letting her robe fall open fully now--revealing thick, soft thighs, the swell of her breasts, and the slick heat between her legs. She sank back into her throne, legs spread, watching him with slow, deliberate hunge

"Crawl," she ordered, voice silken but sharp. "And put that mouth to good use."

Niko obeyed instantly, his fishnet-covered knees dragging across the stone floor as he made his way between her thighs. He buried his face where she opened herself to him, tongue lapping greedily as if she were the only source of relief in the world. Every little moan she gave made his body jolt. Her scent flooded his senses, intoxicating, and he moaned into her, every sound muffled against her dripping cunt.

Bellatrix tangled one hand in his curls, tugging his head closer as she rolled her hips against his face.

Niko whimpered. The curse clawed at his insides, begging for release he wasn't allowed to have. His cock pulsed freely between his thighs, fully hard, twitching with every moan Bellatrix gave. He was soaked--desperate and dripping onto the cold stone--but all he could do was serve.

"Fuck... good boy," she hissed. "Keep your tongue right there."

His pierced tongue flicked expertly, then flattened and pressed up--fast, then slow, tracing patterns, swirling over her clit until her thighs tensed and her stomach trembled. She ground herself harder against him, riding his face as her moans turned guttural, primal, eyes rolling back.

She rolled her hips, smearing herself over his lips, his nose, letting herself ride his eager tongue. He sucked her clit carefully, then faster when she gasped, his entire body shuddering with need as her pleasure mounted.

"You're mine, Niko," she growled, hips grinding with feral rhythm now. "Just a magical toy with a cursed cock and a perfect, perfect mouth."

She rolled her hips, smearing herself over his lips, his nose, letting herself ride his eager tongue. He sucked her clit carefully, then faster when she gasped, his entire body shuddering with need as her pleasure mounted.

When she finally relaxed, panting, flushed, she looked down at him with a lazy, satisfied smirk.

"Oh, look at you," she said, watching how hard he still was, how badly he ached. "So obedient. So messy. And I haven't even touched your cock yet."

Niko whimpered, eyes half-lidded, his cock straining visibly against the sheer mesh of his thong. He rocked gently where he knelt, instinctively seeking friction, anything to soothe the ache clawing at his core.

Bellatrix stood from her throne.

"You want Mommy to touch you?" she asked, her voice low and dangerous.

"Yes," he breathed, voice wrecked with need. "Please... I--I need it."

She chuckled, dark and indulgent. "You need it, hmm? Then show me."

ith a flick of her fingers, she snapped away the flimsy strap of his thong, letting it fall. His cock bounced free--thick, flushed, and already leaking.

Bellatrix said nothing--just slid one of her thick, powerful thighs between his legs and pressed it up, slick and hot, just beneath his cock.

"Grind," she said simply.

Niko didn't hesitate. He thrust forward, cock dragging desperately along her smooth, glistening thigh. A cry tore from his lips. The contact was heaven and hell all at once--everything he craved and not nearly enough.

Bellatrix stood perfectly still, watching with a wicked smirk as he rutted against her leg like an animal, whimpering with each slick slide. She reached down to hold his chin, forcing his gaze up to her.

"You don't come unless I say so," she warned.

"Yes, Mommy," he gasped, hips never slowing.

She let him keep going--wet and needy, trembling with every stroke. The room was filled with the obscene sound of his cock sliding along her thigh, the scent of sex heavy in the air.

His breath caught. His hands fisted in the rug beneath him.

"I--I'm gonna--"

Her hand flew to his throat, not squeezing--just holding. Her voice dropped.

"No."

He whimpered, cock twitching madly, every muscle locked in beautiful, painful denial.

"Please," he begged, tears forming. "Please, Bellatrix--Mommy--"

She leaned in, lips brushing his.

"Maybe next time," she whispered. "If you're a good enough toy."

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The velvet-draped chamber glowed softly under the familiar crimson sigils as Bellatrix completed the summoning ritual once more. A curl of smoke and shadows announced Niko's return, drawing a pleased hum from her lips.

This time, the sight of him drew a sharp inhale from Bellatrix. Niko stood shakily before her, his lean body draped in provocative lingerie--silky black lace cupping the gentle curves of his chest, accented by thin straps that crisscrossed alluringly down his abdomen, accentuating every toned muscle. A delicate garter belt hugged his hips, connected by sheer stockings running down his thighs.

But what truly captured Bellatrix's attention was the gleaming silver chastity cage enclosing his cock, locked securely in place. His eyes met hers, full of pleading, his cheeks flushed deeply beneath her heated gaze.

"Welcome back, my pretty little toy," Bellatrix purred, stepping closer. Her fingertips traced lightly over his chest, sliding down to toy with the edge of his lingerie, lingering against the cool metal of his cage. "Looks like the spellbook's new modifications worked perfectly."

Niko whimpered softly, hips twitching involuntarily toward her touch. "Please, Mommy... it aches so much," he whispered, his voice trembling with need.

"Oh, I know," she replied, voice rich with amusement. Her fingers curled around his caged length, squeezing lightly, enjoying his desperate shudder. "And it'll only ache more until you've properly pleased me."

Bellatrix sauntered backward, easing onto her throne, thighs parted invitingly beneath her sheer robe. "On your knees," she commanded gently.

Niko obediently dropped to the plush rug, eyes shining eagerly, arousal throbbing painfully against his restraints. He moved forward carefully, trembling fingers sliding her robe aside, revealing her soft, inviting core. Without hesitation, he leaned in, pressing reverent kisses along her inner thighs, his pierced lips cool against her heated skin.

"Good boy," she murmured, tangling fingers in his dark curls, guiding him gently to her entrance. "Now, earn your pleasure."

His tongue darted out obediently, exploring her folds with skillful desperation. His pierced tongue traced slow circles around her sensitive clit, eliciting breathy sighs from Bellatrix as she began grinding her hips gently against his eager mouth. Each flick, swirl, and teasing suck drew deeper moans from her lips, her thighs tightening against his flushed cheeks.

As Niko's tongue continued its worship, Bellatrix tightened her grip on his hair, guiding him deeper, riding the sensations he so expertly coaxed forth. Her pleasure built rapidly, fueled by his trembling obedience and the cruel knowledge of his own denial.

"Yes--just like that," she gasped sharply, hips bucking gently against his devoted mouth. "You're doing so well, Niko. Such a perfect little pet."

He moaned against her slick folds, desperate, aching in his cage, but utterly devoted to her pleasure. Bellatrix's climax surged through her, muscles trembling as waves of pleasure radiated outward, leaving her panting and deeply satisfied.

Gazing down, she admired Niko's flushed face, his swollen lips glistening, eyes wide with helpless adoration and lingering need.

"Very good," she purred, stroking his cheek affectionately.

Bellatrix pulled her pet to his feet, and guided Niko gently to bend over the plush throne, positioning him carefully, the anticipation making his breath hitch sharply. "Stay perfectly still," she instructed firmly.

Niko nodded shakily, his body tensing as he heard the rustling sound of straps tightening behind him. Bellatrix approached slowly, the glistening shape of a sleek, smooth toy secured firmly to her hips. Her hands caressed down his spine reassuringly, fingertips tracing the curves of his lace-clad hips before positioning the cool, slick head against his waiting entrance.

"Relax for Mommy," she whispered soothingly, gently pressing forward.

A gasp ripped from Niko's throat as she eased into him, stretching him deliciously. Bellatrix moved slowly at first, savoring every trembling shudder and whimper he made beneath her. Soon, she found a steady rhythm, thrusting smoothly, each motion driving deeper, pushing him closer to the overwhelming climax that had been denied for so long.

Niko rocked back against her, panting, whimpering, lost in the sweet torment of pleasure. "Please--Mommy," he moaned brokenly, his hands gripping the throne desperately as his body tightened in anticipation.

Bellatrix leaned forward, voice husky and commanding. "Come for me, Niko. Now."

The words snapped his control instantly, and he convulsed beneath her, body jerking in waves of intense pleasure. His caged cock strained as he climaxed, hot pleasure surging through him with almost painful intensity.

As Niko trembled in aftershocks, Bellatrix stroked his back tenderly, whispering praise and approval. "Such a perfect, obedient little pet. You've earned your pleasure tonight."