Volume 11 Chapter 10 Magic Engineer Lydia’s Ability ④
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”It’s done…”
On a warm, drowsy afternoon, as I sipped tea after lunch, Lydia appeared before me with the look of someone lost in a waking dream. Her steps wavered, her expression soft and unfocused, as though every trace of her usual sharp presence had dissolved.
”Ah, good afternoon, Lydia. So then, what exactly is it that’s done?” I asked.
I offered her the sofa. She sat opposite me, lips stretched into a loose, foolish grin as she pulled a small pouch from her robes.
”A potion?”
”Yes… I finally made it… the potion that grows a c*ck.”
”I see. So you’ve finally done it.”
This was one of the concoctions she had once confided to me about, among the many magical drafts she tinkered with. The one she’d cherished the most, her true ambition.
”The adjustments took forever, but at last I made something I can be satisfied with,” she said.
”Well… if you claim that, then it must really be something. You tried it already, didn’t you?”
”Yes. I was so thrilled I had Sara and all the girls in the mansion drink it. Last night, they took turns ravishing me until dawn… My psy’s still a little sore,” she admitted with a dreamy sigh.
”Oh. Well. You really never change,” I said.
And instantly, my mind conjured the vivid scene: Lydia moaning in ecstasy as one maid after another mounted her, each sprouting their own new c*ck.
”Of course I enjoyed myself, but watching the ones who love each other come together was just as wonderful. So precious. That’s what the word truly means,” she whispered.
Precious, huh. Perhaps if I saw my wives and slaves making love that way, I’d feel the same. Maybe even fall to my knees in worship. My stray thoughts must have shown on my face, because Lydia gently took my hand, pressed the pouch into my palm, and murmured with a serene gaze:
”I was shown paradise last night. Tonight, Soyuz, it’s your turn to enjoy this.”
We stood and shared a fierce embrace. Truly, my lover was both a genius—and a pervert beyond compare.
* * *
And so, with Lydia’s gift in hand, I scanned the grounds for the perfect partner. It didn’t take long. In the backyard, as usual, two ideal “prey” were roughhousing.
”Hey, Lena, Georgia. Come here a moment,” I called.
The pair, wooden swords clashing in an overzealous sparring match, stopped and turned toward me.
”Yes, Sir Soyuz. Do you have need of Lena?” she asked formally.
”What is it, Master?” Georgia barked brightly.
Both girls hurried over, sweat streaming down their faces, eyes gleaming like eager pups awaiting a command. Adorable, as always. My mind already began to wander toward the delicious possibilities.
”This potion is Lydia’s latest creation,” I explained, pulling it from my robes.
They swallowed hard. Anticipation and unease mixed in their gazes. Lena, having been on the receiving end before, looked especially conflicted—and I couldn’t help the flicker of sadistic pleasure it stirred in me.
”Drink it, and you’ll grow a c*ck temporarily.”
”…Excuse me?”
”Woof?”
”There’s only one dose. Tonight, you’ll both come to my quarters. You understand the rest.”
They exchanged a glance. Then Lena stepped forward, voice resolute:
”As your faithful slave, I will obey, Sir. I shall grow this c*ck and discipline any unruly slave as you command.”
”Heh. Master just wants someone to put that clumsy head-slave in her place, right? I get it,” Georgia teased.
Their eyes locked, sparks flying like predators sizing each other up. Normally, their rivalry was a nuisance, but tonight it suited me perfectly.
”The winner drinks the potion. The loser submits. Agreed, Miss Georgia?”
”Fine. But don’t forget those words, Lena,” Georgia shot back.
And then their wooden blades clashed with frightening ferocity. So intense that even I felt a bead of cold sweat, half-ready to step in. In the end, though, victory belonged to—
* * *
”Good job, Georgia.”
”Woof!”
”Damn… unforgivable…”
That night, in my quarters, the contrast between the two was stark: Georgia wagging her tail happily, Lena scowling like she’d lost a lifelong grudge match. The sparring earlier had ended in Georgia’s win, though truthfully Lena’s own recklessness had undone her.
Without hesitation, Georgia swallowed the potion I handed her.
And then—
”O-ohhh… ohhhhhnnn!”
Her voice trembled, confused yet sultry, as her hand moved to her sex. She spread herself, and Lena and I both leaned in to watch. Her delicate clit began to swell, growing larger and larger, thickening like an erection.
”Incredible… seeing it up close,” I murmured.
”Y-yes… the shape, the size…” Lena gasped.
Before our eyes, Georgia’s new c*ck surged forth, bold and proud.
”This length, this girth… this magnificent shape. It’s fierce, yet somehow adorable. Why—it’s identical, down to the last detail, to the c*ck I love more than life itself… Sir Soyuz’s c*ck!” Lena exclaimed reverently.
”Uh. Right.”
Drooling almost, she examined it with feverish devotion. And indeed, it was uncanny—my c*ck, reborn on Georgia.
”Hehe, of course! The only c*ck I know is Master’s. So when I drank it, I thought really hard: ‘Grow Master’s c*ck!’ And ta-da perfect!” Georgia said, grinning wide.
Well… imagination *is* everything in magic. When you cast a fireball, after all, visualizing blazing flames makes it stronger. Still, thinking of my c*ck and having one actually sprout? That was… only possible because this was Lydia’s handiwork.
”Heheee. So, Lena, you know what to do with this, don’t you?” Georgia teased, pressing it to Lena’s nose.
”Yes,” Lena whispered, obedient as ever. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and swallowed it down.
”Yip!?”
Georgia yelped at the sudden surge of bliss. Lena’s eyes half-closed in rapture as she began, with the same careful, relentless technique she always lavished on me, a thorough, worshipful fellatio.
”Ahh… s-so good. The way you take it deep… it feels just like Master’s c*ck…” she murmured dreamily, tears glinting with joy.
Of course Georgia, a virgin to such pleasure, stood no chance.
”F-ffffahhh! It’s coming! Something’s coming out, Lena! I—I can’t stop! Yipppppp!”
Soyuz’s entire body trembled violently, yet his hands gripped Georgia’s head firmly. Finally, he thrust his hips, violating her throat as he climaxed. Lena, dripping with tears and saliva, slowly and lovingly cleaned the spent shaft with her mouth, her tongue swirling in a sticky, tender act. Only when she’d squeezed out the last drop did she pull away.
”Hey Lena,” Soyuz teased, “did you swallow everything Georgia gave you?”
At his question, Lena slowly shook her head, cupped her hands, and looked up at him with a pout, letting the clear, viscous fluid slide from her mouth.
”Hmm…”
Soyuz licked the substance from her palms, savoring it.
”Well… it’s definitely not semen. Tastes… yeah, just like Georgia’s core.”
”Ah… Sir Soyuz, you’re licking my hands… ohhh…” Lena whispered, her body trembling.
”Uh, Master… this is, um, embarrassing…” Georgia murmured, her ears drooping, her face flushed crimson.
These two were impossibly adorable, even in moments like this. And their intimate act had long since pushed Soyuz’s rationality past its limits.
”Alright, Georgia,” he said, “next, let’s try your shaft inside Lena.”
”Wafun!” Georgia wagged her tail excitedly, her half-erect shaft pointing toward Lena. Lena, however, looked like a child caught misbehaving, glancing up at Soyuz.
”Um, Sir Soyuz…”
”What is it?”
”Well… my mouth’s already… but… accepting another shaft inside me besides yours… it feels like betraying you, and it hurts my heart…”
”Lena…” Soyuz pulled her into his chest, her tears glistening.
”First, you’re not tainted. You’re pure, body and soul—my beautiful wife. And of course, I’d never let another’s shaft near you. But Georgia is my wife too, just like you. If it’s her shaft, it’s not betrayal. In fact, I’m thrilled to see my wives getting along so well. So don’t worry, alright?”
He whispered, stroking her hair, tickling her breasts, and sliding a finger along her slit. By the time he finished, Lena’s eyes had softened, her body melting into compliance.
”Y-yes… Lena will accept Ms. Georgia’s shaft… oh, please… enjoy… me… ah, I’m c-coming…!”
As Lena climaxed again in his arms, Soyuz gently laid her on the bed, spreading her thighs. Her core, glistening from his earlier touches, was ready.
”Alright, Lena,” Georgia said, breathless, “here I go… my shaft.”
”Yes… come inside.”
”Uh… right… here? Wait, where—?”
Georgia pressed her shaft against Lena’s entrance, but being her first time, she struggled to penetrate. Her eyes wild, she kept slipping against Lena’s slick folds.
”Here, Georgia,” Soyuz guided her shaft with one hand and pressed her hips forward with the other.
”Oh! Wow… it’s so… slippery, but tight, like my shaft’s being devoured… Lena’s core feels amazing!”
”Ah… it feels just like Sir Soyuz’s shaft…”
Georgia, overwhelmed by her first penetration, and Lena, relaxed yet surrendered, created a scene that ignited Soyuz’s desire beyond measure. Connected in missionary, they embraced tightly, Georgia hesitantly thrusting under Lena’s guidance.
”Wow! My shaft feels so good! So good!”
”Ah! Ms. Georgia, you’re doing great… ahh!”
Compared to Georgia’s inexperience, Lena seemed almost relaxed, her heart at ease knowing it wasn’t Soyuz’s shaft. Teasing her might be fun, but first, Georgia deserved her reward. And frankly, watching this, Soyuz was nearing his limit too.
”Since we’re at it, let me join. Lena, stop Georgia for a moment?”
”Yes.”
Lena instantly understood, locking her legs around Georgia to halt her movements. Behind them, Georgia’s shaft was buried deep, her core glistening, petals parted, honey dripping. Soyuz pressed his shaft against her entrance and—
”Georgia deserves more rewards.”
He thrust inside in one fluid motion.
”Kyafun!?”
”Aah!”
The moment he entered, both women cried out. His thrust pushed Georgia’s shaft deeper into Lena, their bodies now intertwined. This meant—he could pleasure both wives at once. Incredible.
Overwhelmed with joy, Soyuz began moving his hips, savoring Georgia’s tight warmth.
”Amazing! My shaft’s being pleasured while I’m inside a core! What is this!?”
”Ahh! Sir Soyuz… it’s like you’re using Ms. Georgia to take me… ahh!”
With each thrust, their cries grew sweeter. Soyuz, overwhelmed by the pleasure of loving both wives, pushed harder.
”Kyaeen! Master! I’m close again!”
”Ah! Sir Soyuz! Please… fill me!”
Georgia’s strained voice and Lena’s surrendered expression fueled his desire.
”I’ll finish with you, Georgia! Lena, take it all!”
”Kyaiiiiiiiiin!?”
”Ah! Ms. Georgia! Sir Soyuz! Give it to me!”
With a powerful thrust, Soyuz filled Georgia’s core, her body convulsing as she climaxed simultaneously, her shaft pulsing inside Lena. Lena, tears streaming, accepted it all, her face radiant with bliss.
* * *
”Feels so good… my shaft… her core… so good…”
Georgia, experiencing her first internal climax, clung to Lena, purring. Lena held her tightly, stroking her hair like a mother.
*So this is what Lydia meant by ‘sacred’…*
Soyuz’s realization did nothing to calm his still-hard shaft, buried inside Georgia. Time to reward Lena for accepting Georgia’s first time.
”Georgia, can you go again?”
He withdrew with a soft pop.
”Kyan… yeah. My shaft’s still restless.”
”Oh, right. Next time, let’s thank Lena together, just the two of us,” I murmured, my voice a velvet command. “Lena, lie down and let me take you, will you?”
”Huh! Yes, Master!”
At my words, Lena swiftly secured Georgia with her limbs before rolling onto her side, a fluid motion that left her beneath me. From behind, I could see Georgia still nestled within her, Lena’s intimate folds glistening, quivering with a rhythm that was nothing short of seductive, as if beckoning me closer.
”Is this… clean?” I asked, my finger brushing against her delicate entrance, the warmth of her skin sending a shiver through me.
Lena gasped, a hot breath escaping her lips. “Yes, Master. I made sure Ms. Vera took care of it, so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable.”
”Good girl,” I murmured, my tone laced with approval. Carefully, I uncapped a small vial, its contents slick and promising, and coated my fingers before leaning down. I pressed a kiss to her entrance, my tongue parting her softly as I lavished attention on her most sensitive spot, spreading the lubricant with gentle, deliberate strokes. The excess I pushed inside her with a soft *pop*, the sound echoing in the charged air.
”Ahh! Master… you’re touching *there*… for *me*? Ohh, I’m so happy!” Lena’s voice broke, tears welling up as she surrendered completely to the moment, her body a canvas of raw emotion.
Fully subjugated, Lena called me “Master,” her obedience absolute, her every breath a testament to her devotion. The slightest touch sent her into raptures, her tears of joy a symphony of pleasure. Watching her, I felt an overwhelming tenderness, a desire to give her everything she craved.
After preparing myself with the same lubricant, I positioned myself at her entrance, the air thick with anticipation.
”Ready, Lena? I’m going in,” I whispered, my voice a promise.
Slowly, I pressed forward, my length sliding into her tight warmth, her body enveloping me like a second skin.
”Ohh… ohh… ohh!” Lena’s voice was unrecognizable, her body trembling with each inch of me that claimed her. And then—
”Ah! Inside me… something’s rubbing against me! Is that… Master’s…?”
Separated by the thinnest of barriers, my length greeted Georgia’s within Lena’s body. I shifted, my movements deliberate, creating a friction that made both Lena and Georgia cry out in unison.
”Ahh!”
”Eep!”
Their voices harmonized in pleasure, a duet of desire. I took my time, burying myself fully within her, the sensation of being surrounded by her warmth almost too much to bear.
”There, all inside Lena’s back entrance. Georgia, can you feel it?”
”Y-yes… Master’s inside Lena’s… back… entrance…”
”And I can feel Master inside me too… it’s amazing…”
Lena’s voice was dreamy, her words accompanied by a soft, wet sound that spoke of her surrender. Georgia, too, seemed to revel in the sensation, her length pressing against Lena’s core as if seeking solace in the intimacy. They were both impossibly adorable, their vulnerability a gift I cherished.
”Alright, Georgia. Now, let’s thank Lena together for accepting us,” I said, beginning to move my hips in slow, deliberate motions, each thrust a declaration of my devotion.
As if on cue, Lena’s cries filled the room, Georgia following my lead, her movements syncing imperfectly with mine, creating a rhythm that was uniquely ours.
”Wow! This is… Georgia’s rubbing against me inside Lena! It feels incredible!”
”Me too! It’s amazing! Lena’s so tight, and Master’s… it’s all so good!”
Our mismatched rhythms created an unpredictable friction within Lena, heightening the pleasure for all of us. Already enveloped in Lena’s warmth, this additional stimulation was almost too much to bear. And Lena, caught between us, seemed equally overwhelmed, her body a battleground of sensation.
”Ahh! Master! Georgia! I love you! I love you both so much!”
Pinned between us, Lena’s cries were punctuated by her flailing legs, the only part of her still free to move. Tears streamed down her face as she surrendered to the pleasure, her body trembling with each thrust, each touch, each whisper of our names. I felt my eyes sting with unshed tears, my movements becoming more urgent, more desperate, as Georgia’s voice cracked with need.
”Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ohh!”
Lena’s words dissolved into incoherent screams, her body clearly overwhelmed, her muscles clenching and releasing in a relentless rhythm. This was too much—there was no way any of us could endure it.
”Lena! Lena! Lena! Take it all!”
”Me too! I’m close! So close!”
As I released, Georgia followed, her movements frantic, her length pulsing through the thin barrier, our essences mingling in a symphony of surrender.
”Ughhhhhh!”
Lena’s final cry was almost pained, her body going limp, her muscles still spasming around us, milking every last drop. Even as she faded into unconsciousness, her body gifted us with one final release, a testament to her boundless capacity for pleasure.
* * *
”Haa… haa… Is Lena okay, Master? She looks… different,” Georgia panted, her gaze fixed on Lena’s face, streaked with tears, saliva, and snot, her body twitching occasionally in what resembled a smile.
”She’ll be fine. This happens sometimes… when I get a little carried away,” I replied, averting my eyes. Yeah, sometimes I lose control, push her too far, but… she’ll be okay, right?
”But using our lengths like that… it felt so good…”
Georgia’s voice was slack, her gaze drifting to Lena’s spread legs, clearly lost in the memory of the sensation. I understood—I felt it too, more than anyone.
But then, her hand drifted to her own rear, her expression turning curious.
”I wonder… does the back entrance feel good too?”
”Well, Lena and Ms. Mor seem to enjoy it. Want to try it sometime, Georgia?”
Georgia tilted her head, considering. “Maybe… but what about you, Master? Would you like it if I…?”
Her eyes glinted with a mischievousness that sent a chill down my spine.
*What? No, she can’t be serious…*
For the first time in recent memory, I felt genuine fear.
Notes:
• Lydia – Sara’s master, a gentle and commanding figure possessing both male and female traits.
• Sara – The elegant and alluring owner of a mysterious shop, who has a slave background similar to Lena’s. She’s supportive and welcoming, offering a special kind of assistance.
• Lena – Female. A young slave girl in her early teens. Her appearance is emaciated with brown skin, long black hair, and grotesque scars across her face, including one that blinds her left eye. She wears a black collar and tattered clothing. Her relationship to the protagonist is that of a rescued victim. She is silent and appears to have endured severe physical and emotional abuse.
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