Freaky Faerun, A Genderswap Story, Part 3 and Finale

==FREAKY FAERUN, PART THREE==

Khadgar grinned lewdly, watching the chaos unfold in the room above. He idly wondered where the Tavern-keeper and his barmaid were. He doubted they could be sleeping through the racket, so he assumed they must be attending to their own lewd inclinations, or perhaps hiding in a cellar fearfully.
Watching the sexual escapades of Skeever, Grobknar and Taniel through his Arcane Eye, Khadgar was surprised that a simple Belt of Gender shifting should have brought about such a radical change in behaviour and inclination as well. Then again, if that dullard half-elf Taniel was right, the divine magic woven into it by Sehanine had as much to do with lust as it did with shifting physical genders.
He wondered what would possess the clerics of Sehanine to ever create such a belt, or what lewd purpose it was originally intended for. Either way, he thought, it would be worth an absolute fortune, if sold to the right clique of depraved nobles.

Suddenly, a surge of divine energy blinded him, and he fell back in his chair, clutching his physical eyes. Damnit! Taniel must have done something to obscure his arcane vision.  Obviously that idiot half-elf didn’t want him watching them anymore. No matter, he supposed. He could just go and see them in person.  He smiled, wondering idly whether he should exploit this situation to satisfy his own sophisticated lusts. Perhaps Skeever would make a fine magician’s assistant, if he could be permanently locked into his feminine form...
Khadgar gathered his robes around him, and ascended the rickety staircase, noting that dawn couldn’t be too far away now.  He sighed, feeling fatigue kept barely at bay. He was supposed to be resting, recharging all the mana and spells he had used in the dungeon run earlier that morning. Other than his Arcane Eye, he only had a handful of cantrips left to cast, and was quite spent.
And yet, he couldn’t sleep now. He was curious what would happen with the Moonbelt now...

He was suddenly grabbed by something unseen, and thrown with great force into the bedroom, his face buried in a poorly stuffed pillow.  He coughed, wondering who or what could do such a thing to him, and made out the exhausted, slumbering form of the sex-satisfied half-orc barbarian lying in a corner, the candles almost gutted now and predawn light slowly peeping through windows.
Moving out of shadow, he was surprised to see a slender young woman with peaked ears, shoulder-length brown hair, and piercingly blue eyes. Her lips were turned up in a cruel smile, a pale shade of strawberry. She had only the slenderest hint of a chest, two tiny bumps rising beneath her cleric’s robes.
“Ah. Taniel. Good fellow. You seem to have...donned the belt?” Khadgar said, puzzled. “But you know of its properties, surely.”
“Indeed I do, wise Khadgar.” She said, mockingly. “And I can remove it any time I want. Now that I am a woman, Sehanine has finally granted me the full measure of power I should expect as a cleric of my level.”
“Thats, uh, nice for you. But why..?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” She drew closer, crawling up onto the bed, making Khadgar feel distinctively uncomfortable. “Always I have looked up to you. Desired you, though in a way forbidden. Now I have the power and form to take from you what I have always craved. You owe me, Khadgar, for all the times I carried things for you, healed your wounds, and covered for your...less than lawful good activities.”
Khadgar dared to smirk. So Taniel had finally gone mad! That half-elf wretch. “Well normally i’d be loathe allowing a half-blood to share my bed, but since you asked so nicely, Taniel, and have gone to all the trouble of becoming a woman, I suppose I could condescend to it...”
“Oh no, wise Khadgar.” Her evil smirk broadened in turn. “I’m not asking you. I’m taking my pleasure from you. And you will obey me, for a change, and beg me for release.” Quickly she bound the mage. He began to panic, and struggled, but even a slender half-elf like her had more strength than he, especially augmented by her divine powers. He tried to cast something, anything, but she stuffed a make-shift gag into his mouth, and bound his hands to the headboard, preventing him from casting anything with verbal or somatic components.

With the elven mage restrained, she loosened his robe, pushing it up and pulling his fine cotton tights and pants down, exposing his immaculate and hairless elven crotch. She licked her lips. This was going to be a lot of fun.
She began to gently stroke his penis, her sylph-like fingers dextrously sliding up and down, teasing him. She felt a fire building in her, a desire to fuck and fuck until she exploded. But she dampened it with control. She was going to have plenty of fun first, before giving into her own lust.
Khadgar groaned, his cries muffled by the gag, as he strained at the restraints.  She ignored him, continuing to stroke and carefully and rhythmically massage his cock, charming it to rise.
As it became semi-erect, she slid it into her mouth, letting her tongue linger on his pure elven phallus, licking the head of the shaft and sliding it back and forth through her tightly puckered lips. She began to suck harder, rolling her tongue back and forth expertly along his most sensitive ridges.
He moaned, feeling his own lust starting to rise. Damn this crazy bitch! He was actually starting to enjoy himself. He felt a sense of shame, reminding himself that despite appearances this was a half-elven, male priest. A wuss. A lickspittle. Someone who crawled and pleaded to please him. Then again, maybe acting like a cockwhore fitted...
She playfully nipped at his cock, and he jolted with shock, jerking himself out of her mouth. “I control your pleasure, mage. Never forget that I’m doing this for myself, not you.”  She pulled him back in, increasing the speed of her sucking, pushing the hardening penis deeper into her throat, rolling her tongue around it.
He bucked and rolled, but she gripped his balls with her free-hand. “Stay still or I’ll squeeze. Hard.” He reluctantly complied, though shivers of pleasure began to wash down his body, as she began to throatfuck him with earnest.

He felt pressure building, but as the first beads of pre-cum began to sprout from the head, his blood stirred and his own lust mounting, she squeezed his balls tightly, causing him to cry out in pain, and she withdrew his lubed cock from her mouth.
“You are not allowed to cum before I say so.” She said, cruelly. She pulled her shift down, exposing her two A-Cup breasts, rosy-pink nipples hardening in the cold air. She brushed herself against him, letting her nipples circle his gagged mouth, teasingly, before she slid back down along his chest. She straddled him proudly, hiking up her robe to reveal her wet, hairless pussy.
“You will fuck me until I am done with you. If you try to cum before me, I will crush your pitiful genitals. Elder race? Hah! Even Skeever has a larger cock than you.”
As she gently slid herself down onto his cock, she  kept one hand free underneath her, massaging his balls, a too-gentle reminder she could deliver instantly on her threat. He once again tried to break free, to throw her off, but she simply yelped with delight, riding him down, easing his rod deeper into her.
“Ah! Yes. I can see why they enjoyed it so much. It feels so good.” She moaned, her other free hand groping at her petite breast, squeezing and pinching her pert nipple.
She began to roll her hips, riding back and forth and jaunting to the left and right as she rode the restrained elf, building in tempo, feeling him rub deep against her virginal pussy, vibrations shuddering through her core.
“Yes! Yes! More! More!”
The bed began to squeak as she bounced up and down on him, gripping her breast and massaging it frenziedly. She began to squeeze tighter on his balls, and he moaned, feeling his own pressure peak, his desire to cum being restrained with painful skill.
“Aamf! Ami cumf!” he moaned, begging her to let him cum. She ignored his muffled cries, enjoying every measure of power she enjoyed over the mage she had desired so greatly, who had lorded himself over her so mightily.
“Yes! By Sehanine! Yesss...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” She screamed, feeling her own , her first, female orgasm shudder through her, making her toes curl and uncurl. She squeezed hard, making him shout in pain, and she raked nails across his cock, as she slid off of him, shuddering, her juices running slickly down his painfully erect manhood.
She sighed, panting, letting her breath get back, sweat running slickly down her nubile breasts and body. She removed his gag, letting him gasp and pant. “Damn you, you crazy half-blood! Either let me cum or let me go, this instant!”

She chuckled at his bravado. “I’m not satisfied yet. This body...I can have many more orgasms yet. And I will take them from you. One by one.”
“I refuse!”
“Really? That proud? That lordly? For that, Wise Khadgar, You can pleasure me next with your tongue.”
She lowered herself onto him, burying his gasping face in her wet, smooth pussy. She leaned forward, grinding herself against him, forcing him to lap at her juices, to tongue her clitoris and drink her seeping honey.
Writhing against him, she began to massage her breasts, a little miffed that she had been given such small buds by the magic of the belt, but resolving to make the most of them, kneading and tweaking her sensitive nipples, rolling and curving her tits.
It wasn’t long before she felt a second wave of intense pleasure rolling through her body, shaking her and leaving her even more drained. Collapsing backwards onto the bed, she found herself level now with his groin, and his sagging cock.
“Not enjoying this?” She teased.
He groaned, gasping, spluttering, her slick juices still sticky to his lips and nostrils, her powerful scent filling his throat.
“Maybe I’ll let you cum after all.” She smiled wickedly, gripping his cock in her hands once more.
It was a long way to Dawn, yet.


Sun rose over the supine, exhausted, dosing forms of the four adventurers, their bodies stiff and sore and covered in sticky juices.  Khadgar was the only one awake, finally managing to summon enough magic  from his exhausted, drained body to sever the loose knots on the bedsheets that had tied him so tightly to the bed. He groaned, flopping off the bed onto the floor, leaving the still-female Taniel to slumber on, dozing peacefully after she had truly exhausted herself with orgasm after orgasm. He rubbed his wrists, feeling sore, and reluctantly put his robes back on. He surveyed the party, wondering what the Innkeeper would make of them all, perhaps assuming some sort of homosexual orgy had occurred, none of them having entered female.

He carefully lifted the now loose belt from Taniel’s slumbering form, and she shifted back to a male, still slumbering, her breasts sinking into a flat, hairless chest and a cock gently springing forth from where her oozing, wet, well-ridden vagina had been. It was a sad sight, but necessary. Time to get rid of the belt.
Wearily, his mind foggy, He lifted Grobknar’s axe from his discarded belongings, and brought the heavy pommel down on the centre of the gleaming, shining Moon-jewel in the centre of the belt. He began to pound it, until it began to crack, and finally, burst, a blinding light pouring out into the room, causing him to cry out.

When the light faded, he looked back across the room, and saw to his amazement that they had all become women. Skeever, Grobknar, even Taniel, all had reverted to their feminine forms. He looked down, and gasped in surprise at his own swelling bust, and curvier hips.   Perhaps smashing the Belt wasn’t the best idea she’d ever had. But then again... she smiled. Perhaps it was for the best. Chances are, it would wear off in a few weeks or so.  The divine energy couldn’t keep them this way forever.  But while it did last, she was going to make the most of it. And she wasn’t going to let Taniel have all the fun next time.

“Rise and shine, sleepy heads...” She called. “I have a surprise for you.”

===THE END...? ===