The Spire

The Spire
Part 4 – L’s Company
He was tempted to look into the many rooms that dotted their way up the impossibly tall staircase but his curiosity was tempered by the fact he was wearing girl’s clothes. In case there were servants or something around he didn’t want to be seen. So he half rushed up the staircase and it felt like hours before he finally got to the top, but the journey made him feel a bit more used to the very stimulating, woman’s clothing and he actually started to feel comfortable in it, almost forgetting about his tunic and sword as he journeyed, and he almost forgot he was wearing girl’s clothes, or maybe he just forgot that he was a boy and shouldn’t be in girl’s clothing.
When he finally got to the top he looked at the large very classy looking wooden door with the elegant gold handle, there was a very fancy gold letter in very fluid script, he looked at it:
L
“L,” he said aloud to himself, “must be the right place then.” He nervously raised his hand up to the door and knocked a bit timidly. Again of its own accord the door swung open, as with the front doors.
He heard a very silky male voice call out politely, “Do come in, I’ve been expecting you.”
Sedari slowly stepped in and saw it was a large bedroom, there was an enormous bed that a king would likely be jealous of. It was a grand bed, with gold four posters, and a large canopy with violet slightly transparent drapes and very thick comfy looking blankets that were also purple and enormous, soft-looking white pillows. The floor had a plushy white carpet and there was a small wooden table for two with very fancy looking wooden chairs that were elegantly designed with very curvy sophisticated backs and little gold caps on the ends of the arms. On the table was a silver teapot and two small china cups. One chair was occupied by a very tall, smoothly handsome man.
He had sharp features. His cheekbones were very pronounced, his nose sharply accented the rest of his features and his thin jaw line made him look as if he was sculpted by the same sophisticated artist that made the chairs. He had long gelled back blond hair that reached his shoulders and fierce, infinite crystal blue eyes. He had broad shoulders and a slender, very fit build and he was wearing the same violet color night robes as the blankets. He smiled and waved for Sedari to take the seat across from him.
It took Sedari a moment to get over the man’s appearance. Never before had he ever found men attractive or even tried to look for such features. He figured it must be a lingering effect of the drugs plants or maybe just the experience in the bathhouse had changed his tastes. After all, no matter how many beautiful maidens Sedari looked at, or dreamed of they never came to him. And he had found the reflection’s body, his own body, that of a male’s, more infinitely pleasing and arousing then he had ever dreamed a maiden could do for him. When he got over his shock he slowly and very timidly made his way to the empty chair and sat down. He was suddenly very conscious of the fact that he was wearing girl’s clothing, and also that when he had sat down he had demurely rested his hands in his lap and sat with his legs close together and slightly angled to the side to prevent anyone from looking up his skirt. With a slight blush he realized how much like a girl he was acting and must look with his long, now very straight and pretty looking sandy blond hair and delicate features and now soft sweet smelling skin.
“Oh don’t be so shy Sedari,” The man said gently pouring a glass of tea, “I don’t get many visitors here you know, so I’m very excited to have you hear to myself for three hours.” He smiled and pushed the steaming cup towards Sedari, “I’ll tell you what, I know you’re thinking how much more comfortable you’d be in your tunic with your sword, but I must say that tunic was filthy and the sword really needed some polishing and the sheathe needed a bit of oiling, so after our quality time I’ll have them returned to you.”
Sedari blinked and nodded, suddenly finding his tongue tied. He looked at the teacup and didn’t dare take a sip yet as the steam was still rising quite vigorously from it.
“Don’t worry, drink it, no matter how hot it is I can guarantee it won’t burn you in the slightest,” he smiled and to demonstrate he waved a hand over his own cup and it started to bubble and he simply raised the cup to his mouth and took a sip without the slightest reaction, other than a satisfied look as he put the cup back down. Surprised Sedari followed suit, the tea was delicious and he could feel it instantly warm his whole body like a little pleasant fire had started cheerily in his stomach and as promised despite the obvious heat of the tea it felt on the verge of hot yet drinkable.
“So how did you like tending the plants?” L said calmly as if he had no idea of their qualities.
Sedari blushed and thought to himself, wondering if L did know. Perhaps this rather fetching man never left the spire and hadn’t checked on the plants himself in years. Not knowing exactly how to reply he murmured quietly, “Um…I rather kind of…enjoyed it. Never really…gardened before.”
L smiled gently and took another sip of his tea, “Well, that’s good. Those were very expensive vines and flowers, I’ve been growing them since they were just two single flower stalks.”
Sedari blushed a bit deeper, thinking himself silly for being so naïve. Of course L knew what the plants did. Of course, L didn’t have to know what he did to the plants, he could pretend he was the oblivious one and that he had tended to the plants with just the watering spouts. He shifted a bit uncomfortably in the gown it whispered gently as its soft material caressed his skin.
L’s eyes just twinkled, they a certain light to them, a knowing curl in his lip hinted at the same thing as well. He didn’t press the subject further though, “Did you find that there was anything missing from the bathhouse that you would have liked? I can have it put in there for the morning.”
Sedari’s cheeks got rosier and rosier as he reflected back on the wonderful experience with his reflection, he shifted nervously again and took another sip of the tea. “Oh no, the baths had the most…elaborate selection I’ve ever seen. Not that I can afford to enter most bathhouses,” he finally said. Again L just smiled, he finished his cup of tea and leaned forward a bit resting his chin on his hands.
“So you found the experience refreshing then I’m sure, after all, one must take charge of hygiene…no?” His lips curled a positively mischievous smirk as he let out the words: take charge. He looked expectantly into Sedari’s eyes. Sedari found the gaze a bit overpowering the man’s eyes very fierce and seemed to have infinite depth, he quickly averted his own gaze to stare at his half empty teacup purposefully.
His voice now might as well have been a squeak, “Uh…yes…actually, it was very refreshing.” He nervously took another sip of the tea, noticed his hands were trembling slightly. He had too many thoughts racing through his head, how much did L know? Who was this L? Why had he lured Sedari into the spire like that? What was his plans for him now? Why did he find L so attractive? What was L going to do next? Should he maybe just try to run away? Why did he want to know how large L’s cock was, or how it’d feel in his mouth? What was in this tea? Where was he going to sleep? Was it really wise to leave his supplies out by the gate?
“You seem to have a lot on your mind Sedari,” L said in a kind of hushing, reassuring tone, “I know I said you had to spend a few hours with me before I’d let you go to bed, but if you’d like to retire early I can let you do that. Besides I’m sure you want to change straight away,” He said with an encouraging smile.
Sedari blushed a bit and finished his cup of tea and stood up, “T-thank you, I think that would be wise, where am I staying?”
“Well, there’s a bedroom available on the next landing down from the staircase-”
“Ok, thank you so much L-”
L pressed on as if Sedari hadn’t interrupted him, “-but, there is another option.”
Sedari stopped and nervously, his body still trembling slightly, turned around to face L. “Oh? And that is?”
L too stood up and very calmly walked over to Sedari. The man towered over Sedari, his body was so lithe, his features so clean cut, so perfect and his hair was just fantastic. L’s eyes locked with Sedari’s again and this time Sedari was too weak to even look away. “Perhaps after some of your other experiences you wouldn’t want to sleep alone hm? Never know what other dangerous traps might wander around my spire…more importantly, wouldn’t you like to know the real reason girls wear those clothes?”
Sedari trembled a bit, he had the distinct impression he should just run away. However L was very imposing, and made Sedari feel not only dwarfed and slightly overpowered, but also kind of engulfed and protected. He felt a swarming mass of butterflies in his stomach as his mind played out all the possible scenes that him and L could play out and some of the questions started racing through his mind again. He started to feel hot, “W-why do girls really wear these clothes…if not just because they’re admittedly very comfortable?”
L smiled and suddenly he reached out and put his hands on Sedari’s hips and pulled him in close. L then tilted Sedari’s head back and leaned down and kissed Sedari. As their lips locked Sedari quivered he had the distinct feeling that if someone walked in on them, or saw them through a window they’d think that L was just having a good time with a girl and never think twice about Sedari being a man. Sedari closed his eyes, feeling a very girly giddiness at L’s touch. The hands on his hips had a very firm grip and as the silk of the gown was pressed into his skin more he couldn’t help but push himself into L and let himself be embraced, arms made a weak barrier between their chests as they rested crumpled gently between the two men. As L kissed Sedari his hands slid across the silk it made Sedari quiver a bit excitedly, he blushed deeply he could himself becoming very aroused and felt that L must have noticed. L’s hands came to rest on Sedari’s ass, one hand on each side, he firmly grabbed Sedari’s ass and pulled him in a bit closer.
Now Sedari could feel L’s own arousal and it was a bit intimidating even between all the clothing that separated them. L was certainly a bit older and more mature than Sedari and on top of that he was certainly well endowed. Sedari blushed thinking back on the experience with the plants and the reflection. He remembered how helpless he felt in the vines grip and how it felt actually quite arousing and exciting to be so vulnerable, and he remembered how it felt to be as the reflection with real, hot flesh pushing its way in. He let out an involuntary moan and moved his arms to wrap around L and hug back, pressing his lips more into the kiss as he did so. L suddenly lifted Sedari using his firm hold on his ass. In response Sedari let out a surprised squeak and quickly plastered his legs to L’s side to keep himself from being dead weight.
L moved to the bedside still locked in the passionate kiss and slowly lowered Sedari into it, still on top of him and making Sedari feel utterly seduced and submissive. L managed to get them more towards the center of the large bed before he absently, without even looking pulled the drapes back into place. As soon as they had their half-privacy from the room behind the semi-transparent violet veil L reached a hand down between Sedari’s legs. Sedari moaned expectedly, waiting for L to start caressing his member, but to his great surprise L did something quite different. L reached his hand up Sedari’s gown and found the panties there, he slipped his fingers in behind the undergarments to touch the flesh beneath, the stretch of flesh between Sedari’s ass and cock. Sedari didn’t know how to act, so he lay there bucked slightly expectantly as if waiting for something more exciting to happen. Suddenly though he felt a very different sensation and one that made him shut his eyes as tight as could and let out a loud moan. L pulled out of the kiss and looked down smiling at Sedari, letting Sedari’s moans echo clearly throughout the room. The sensation that Sedari was feeling was L’s two fingers sinking into his flesh.
The fingers were piercing into him, but it didn’t hurt at all, as the fingers sunk in it released an overwhelming quiver throughout Sedari’s body. He could feel to his great surprise that L wasn’t just forcing his flesh to contort, he could himself having a certain wetness where the fingers were, but it was certainly not blood, it felt kind of slick…kind of like…the inside of the flower. Sedari was shocked and started to struggle but L’s other hand and of course the rest of his body pinned Sedari down. As L slowly retracted his fingers Sedari could feel something, his cock was throbbing madly as L retreated from the new hole he had made. However, with each throb he felt the cock slipping away, in shock he tried to look down but he couldn’t see what was happening between L’s body and the gown. Once his fingers were completely out Sedari couldn’t feel his cock anymore, he was a bit terrified and he had a new sensation in the region a slit, it was hot and felt very vulnerable. He felt L’s fingers around the slit, they seemed to be stretching it open and he couldn’t help but make fists in the sheets as he felt the quivers of a totally new kind of arousal shoot through him, he bit his lip unable to even hope to make his voice anymore. He felt as if L was shaping the flesh around this new hole, and indeed when L’s fingers started to trail up past where Sedari’s cock had been Sedari could feel pliable new lips of flesh swelling around the slit, and a little bud throbbing excitedly as well. Sedari couldn’t believe what was happening, it had to be a dream. He felt L’s hand slide down his legs and L pulled off Sedari’s slippers. As he moved his hands back up Sedari’s feet and legs he could feel his flesh, his muscles and even his very bones being bent, and contorted into a new shape.
He would have imagined such an experience to be excruciating, but instead it actually felt like ecstasy. He felt as if his structure was being improved, as if it was being made into something so much better and more perfect. The hands slowly pulled their way over his flesh and once they reached Sedari’s hips he could feel that his new slit was already quivering and glistening with his new kind of pre he imagined. It was if the slit was being stimulated and used just by the very thought of L touching him. L’s hands pressed into Sedari’s hips and he arched his back and moaned out loudly, the hips bent and crumpled in L’s grip and pulled them and reshaped them, he made them slightly flatter, wider and with a more triangular shape to them. He then grabbed Sedari’s ass again and even that flesh felt like it changed shape a bit and became much firmer. By this point Sedari couldn’t himself he was quivering with overwhelming pleasure and he felt his whole body kind of seize a moment and then a deluge of pleasure rushed through the new hole that had been made and Sedari called out in a loud moan unable to really adjust to this totally alien sensation. L’s hands continued their journey, first up Sedari’s back adding a slight curve and an hourglass shape to the ribs and lower torso, and he made the shoulder blades less obtrusive and more demure, and then his hands rounded the shoulders squishing them together a bit so they weren’t quite so broad and then down the arms making them smoother and forcing the muscle to thin out into a more wiry form, he locked hands with Sedari for a moment and Sedari felt them get kind of crushed into a more dainty form.
Sedari moaned out again as L’s hands returned up to rest on Sedari’s chest. Everywhere that L had touched so far just felt so perfect, like it was supposed to be designed that way and someone just really messed up. Then Sedari spread his finger tips making a circle around each side of Sedari’s chest for a moment he felt the tips of the fingers sink into his chest, he quickly snapped his new elegant legs up and dug his knees into L’s side letting out one of his loudest moans yet. He looked down, he could see this change clearly, as L’s hands retracted they pulled with them mounds of flesh, these mounds swelled in such a delightful way and he slowly shaped them as someone would when working with clay. Sedari was shocked to actually be able see the change, it was miraculously to watch because as L’s hands started to slide up again he realized he now had two average sized perky tits. He realized something at that moment feeling his new slit quiver again. He was no longer a he. Sedari felt L’s hands slide over his throat for a moment he felt like he was being choked which was another exciting feeling he hadn’t expected and as he let out another moan it sounded so demure and much higher pitch, with a certain quality to it that it had never had before. He felt L’s hands across his chin, and over his cheeks and nose, even around his eyes he felt his flesh and bone be reshaped. And it didn’t stop there, his forehead and even run down his hair, at all of these touches he felt his features become slightly more defined, yet more delicate and soft. L leaned in for another kiss, this time he clashed tongues with Sedari, and Sedari felt even his tongue become a bit more slender and elegant, and as L pulled away from this kiss he nipped at Sedari’s bottom lip and tugged on it a bit. Sedari found that sensation most exciting, and realized as L let his teeth off of his lips they were a bit more pursed, slightly more swollen and overall kind of sultry. L smiled in a satisfied sort of way and one of his hands slid back down between Sedari’s legs and started to massage Sedari’s new slit a bit roughly from the outside of the silk panties, and his other hand cupped around one of Sedari’s new breasts massaging it. He smiled and kissed Sedari’s neck. “So, think you understand why girl’s wear these kind of clothes now?”
Sedari was overcome by pleasure, he was bucking a bit wildly at the almost rough assault on his new slit and he arched his back wildly in a more flexible way than he ever could before letting L get a firmer grip on his breast. All of it was overwhelming, very overwhelming. He had never felt such complex sensations when he had a cock, not even when he was pumping into the reflection. He felt more perfected, more advanced, sophisticated. He finally accepted it…L had just shaped Sedari into a she. Facing it she became happier and happier to let out her moans for him and show him he was treating her just the way she wanted. Sedari was now anxious to know how different it would feel to have hot flesh pumped into this new slit, and from the way it was making her quiver she figured it was just as eager as the rest of her body and mind to experience. Between the passionate moans she started to moan out to L “please-…fuck-…it!” She called out between moans heavily. L smiled and lifted Sedari’s legs into the air pulling the panties off. He then parted his own robes to show he was naked beneath them. Sedari blushed at L’s member it was half again as big as hers had ever been. She gasped a bit and reddened, he remember how stuffed he felt from the reflection’s perspective and was excited and daunted by the idea of what this member could do to her.
Again she started to feel incredible vulnerable as he moved down. He pressed the tip of his throbbing member to her new, as of yet unused slit and leaned in pulling her into a close embrace and kissing her. She arched her back and screamed out as he rammed his cock in. It felt so wonderful to be the flower! Sedari felt her own insides tighten around the member and her inner walls started to undulate and massage it as it simply forced its way in and out. Sedari was completely overcome by this, she totally forgot everything that had ever happened outside of this very moment and just let L consume her with his dominating form. After hours of being rammed, and having submitted to countless orgasms she finally felt L buck hard into her depths and then quiver a bit and shoot a long strand of cool goo into her, it felt so wonderful swimming around her. She screamed out and dug her nails into his back, stapling her legs to his side and bucking wildly. When he had finished he pulled out and she collapsed exhausted but completely content to lie there as his toy for all time, she never once asked for her short sword or tunic again, and completely forgot she was a journey with a backpack still waiting diligently for her at the gates.
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