Don’t Mess Around with Dark Magic (TG-Empress)(Ear) (Patreon)

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Mike was walking down watching the value of his portfolio rise. He was making millions just walking down the street, which was quite impressive for a twenty-seven-year-old. As nice as being rich was, though, Mike still found himself quite unhappy.

He flicked his stock app away and looked at his dating profile. “Dammit… still no likes…” he mumbled as the despair from his loneliness grew. With each passing day, he felt more and more desperate.

Not wanting to feel like this anymore, he went to a bar to celebrate his increased wealth. He drowned his sorrows for a bit, then stumbled out of the bar with a mission to find something else to distract himself.

As he walked down the street, he noticed a beautiful goth girl through the window of one of the shops. The shop she was in was still open, so he went inside. Inside looked like a witch's lair he’d never even associate with, but right now he was feeling confident. “Hello! I’m Mike.”

He said as he approached the counter. She turned to look at him and instantly smiled. “Hello Mike! I’m Sarah, and this is my tarot shop. I can see that you’re quite down on your luck when it comes to love. Care to have me reveal your soulmate using the dark arts? At a cost, of course.”

She asked as she placed her tarot cards in front of him. “Huh? Sure…” he replied, not caring about the price and merely wanting to be around her longer. He watched her set up her cards and then wave her hands over them.

“Pick three cards,” she said as she looked at him. He nodded and picked three of them, but they were nothing like the tarot cards he knew, they each had a strange symbol on them with words in a completely unknown language to him.

Sarah looked down at them and seemed to study them for a moment. “Hmmm… Interesting… Your soul had a strong feminine aura.” Mike looked at her like she was crazy and was about to deny that such a thing was true.

However, before the thought of protesting left his mind, Sarah slammed the palm of her hand into his chest and started chanting. “Unta, Colipi, Madaha, Bwenslik!” After her lips stopped moving, Mike felt something flowing into his body.

Seconds later it burst inside of him, coursing through his body and filling him with a burning lust. “AAACK!” He yelled as he stepped back and fell onto his butt. The moment he hit the ground, his body began changing.

It started with his wide shoulders narrowing down, then the flat ass he was currently sitting on started to inflate, pushing him off of the ground by at least five inches and giving him a round, jiggly booty.

Moments later he felt his chest expanding and pushing against the inside of his suit, and it wasn't long after that that his button-up shirt exploded apart and two DD-cup breasts came flopping out of it. “W-What the hell?” He mumbled as he looked down at them.

As he stared at them, his nipples started to get longer and more erect, and as they stretched, they became more and more sensitive to the point that just the jiggles from his breasts would cause a lot of pleasure.

After that he felt his cock throb. “No!” he yelled as he unbuckled his belt and slipped both his hands into his pants. He grabbed hold of it, only to feel it starting to shrink. He tried desperately to pull it back out, but his attempts only led to his breasts bouncing around.

After a few seconds, his cock inserted into him, letting out a very obscenely wet sound. With that, Mike’s cock was gone, replaced by a tight, dripping wet pussy with a swollen clit that had never been used but was aching with the craving to be filled.

“I-I can’t believe it…” She mumbled as she forced herself to stand up. As soon as she was up, long black hair blocked her vision. She moved the parts in her face to the side and was met with Sarah holding a mirror, which showed off Mike’s face.

She suddenly had a ton of black makeup and was not stylish like Sarah but sluttier and more seductive looking. “W-Why?” She asked as she felt her now oversized suit starting to move. She looked down at it melting.

Every inch of the fabric turned into a goop-like substance and turned black before splitting off and finding areas to settle in. One bit went up to her breasts, one to her waist, and one to her legs. Once in place, new clothing began to form.

For her legs, she got an undersized pair of fishnets that seemed to crush her larger butt and thighs, for her waist, a micro skirt appeared, which did nothing to cover up the dripping, aching pussy she had there, and lastly, for her top, a very tight corset that pushed her massive breasts up appeared.

After that, Sarah walked over and started tracing runes on her body, all of which started glowing after they were completed. Once she finished, she whispered a second spell. “Utama, Ololo, Pokata, baramel.”

The instant she stopped, Mike’s phone buzzed and she pulled it out. “What the hell!” she said in horror as she watched every dollar, every stock and every last cent of his wealth drain from all of her accounts. Sarah looked over her shoulder and smirked as Mike quivered.

“Money was not your problem… You’re free now, Mika, my little slut.” Mika once again fell, this time to her knees. She whimpered as she sat there, in a new sexy body that was already soaked and screaming at her to pleasure herself.

She then fell forward onto her hands and continued to whimper like a whore in heat, the door to Sarah’s shop opened up, and four tall, black-robed warlocks stepped inside. They all surrounded her and looked down at her for a moment, mumbling amongst themselves.

They then pulled their robes back to reveal they were completely nude underneath and that each of them had the thickest, veiny cocks that she’d ever seen, and each of them seemed to be glowing with some arcane power.

“On your knees, coven whore,” the leader of them growled. She did as they asked, and two of them grabbed her by the arms and brought her over to a velvet table, bending her over it. She was still whimpering as her body craved action, and luckily that was what they planned to give her.

One of them stretched her throat with his cock, two of them took her from behind, slipping theirs into her pussy and ass, and the last took her breasts. Each of them started thrusting, and Mika was slammed with a pair of big balls everywhere she looked.

They quickly filled that desperate need for pleasure her body craved, and then some, as the magic amplified each and every thrust, making it loads more impactful and pleasurable. It wasn’t long before they turned her into a screaming, squirting, slutty mess.

They ravaged her body, giving her great pleasure and filling her up with load after load of thick, hot cum. As she continued to cum and succumb more and more to the endless ecstasy, the magic slowly erased Mike.

Once they were done, she was Mika, their eternal slut, who would always have her legs spread wide for them, who would always be dripping cum, and who would always be begging someone to breed her and use her at every ritual.

Having completed the ritual, they bound her soul to the coven and picked up the cum-covered, cock-addicted slut. They started to drag her off while Sarah watched from behind the counter with a huge smile on her face.

“See you later, slut! I’m sure you'll do a great job for the coven, and don’t worry, there are plenty of cocks just like that for you, I’m sure you’ll love it there.” she said as she turned around and pulled out her phone.

She then smiled as she saw all the assets that Mika’s former self used to own become hers. She laughed and put her phone down. “When will these rich dudes learn? Don't mess with dark magic, no matter how desperate or horny you are. Or else, you’ll end up exactly where you belong, ruined, addicted and forever filled.”