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When the first thought that crosses your mind upon awakening is, "Why is there a man bleeding and nearly unconscious at the foot of my bed?", you KNOW you're in for a bad day.

Under normal circumstances, a nude woman with a strange man in her room might feel more than a little vulnerable. I'm far from a normal woman, though, and the fluffy white wolf tail that followed me as I climbed over to the wounded man had little to do with that. My hands slowly explored his body, noting he was wearing the common traveling garb of a mercenary as I checked the state of his wounds.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" My questions got no response from the wounded and stunned looking man. There were various cuts all over his body, some of them with large pieces of some sort of shrapnel in them. I pulled out one of the smaller pieces, hoping to get an answer as to what had hurt him so. It looked like some sort of glass, but the magic that radiated off it hinted it was much more than that.

"Restraint magic? Was I sealed?" A quick glance around the rest of the room showed more broken pieces of glass and metal in a roughly circular pattern around my bed. It seemed a fairly safe guess they were the remains of some sort of magical prison, a prison that must have been holding me. I turned my attention back toward the sandy brown haired man in front of me. "Did you release me?"

No response, and if I didn't get him help quick he'd stop responding all together. I'm adept at many forms of magic, though healing was certainly one of my weaker areas. The staff at the Crossroads are incredibly varied, and even with the tiny chance someone more skilled in the healing arts wasn't on staff tonight, we no doubt had a guest with such skills who'd happily help, if for no other reason than to knock a few gold pieces off their tab. Surely I could find someone to help as I stepped over the broken remains of my prison and left the room to look for help.

A growing sense of unease started to gnaw at me even before I stepped out of the room. If everything was running properly at the Crossroads Inn, MY inn, there's no way someone in such poor shape should've even be able to make it to my chambers without running into someone else who would've helped them. My white furred wolf ears that poked through the similarly colored hair atop my head couldn't pick up the usual sounds of conversation from the bar below, and the usually rich smell of cooking food wasn't wafting through the air either. Seeing the empty, abandoned looking tavern with my eyes only confirmed what I was already beginning to suspect; something was seriously wrong.

My most recent memories were foggy, and combined with the thick layer of dust on the railing confirmed that I must have been sealed for some time. What was the last thing I ate? What day of the week was it? Who was my last bed mate? I was drawing a blank on all those details.

Recent memories may have been a blur, but at least my amnesia seemed limited to those areas. I knew I was Lunestra, regarded as one of the most powerful sorceresses in the land. I was also one of the wealthiest, with most of my wealth come through the revenues earned by the Crossroads. And while the food is good and the beds are warm, it's the more...unique, let's say... services I provide that provided the bulk of my income. My power frightens some away, and some question why an otherwise normal human woman would use magic to permanently acquire a wolf's ears and tails on her otherwise human body, but others are drawn by my beauty that some say is legendary.

The reality of my current situation felt much different than my reputation(or at least the one I remembered). Before I could lay waste to a regiment of soldiers, but now I felt like a second year wizard in the academy might best me in a duel. Given the state of the Crossroads, my wealth was mostly if not all gone. And my beauty... well, legendary was always a little much, but I have had more than a few of my bedmates claim my body was worthy of worship, and as far as I could tell I still had that going for me.

Still, back to the problem at hand. My powers, my wealth and my people would have to wait for now. Despite some rumors to the contrary, I'm actually a very kind person. I couldn't ignore a man dying, especially one who probably released me from my bonds in the first place. In my weakened state, though, I doubted there was anything I could do for him...

...Well, maybe there was something I could do, but I would need his help to do it. I quickly went back to the man, finding he had recovered enough to sit up and place his hands over some of the bigger wounds. Kneeling down in front of him, I placed a hand under his chin and gently lifted it up so his brown eyes were looking into my blue ones.

"Listen, we don't have much time. I don't know what's going, but if we don't do something now you're going to bleed to death on my floor. That'd make me feel bad, and worse you'd leave a mess on my rug. The maid service in this place seems to have gone to one of the 13 Hells, and it'd take forever to clean up." My joke got a weak and pained chuckle from the man.

"I can help you, but you have to trust me on two things. First, we need to get as much of this shrapnel out of you as possible first. And secondly, I'm going to need a little bit of your soul." A small sigh escaped me at the shocked look I got. "It'll grow back; calm down. Soul magic is only banned because a bunch of idiots got their hands on it and did horrible things without having a damn clue what they were doing in the first place. You're only in danger if you use up the entirety of your soul. And no, I can't just use mine for what I'm going to do. I need a bit of the person I'm going to affect with my magic as well"

"So there's your options. Spend however much time you have left bleeding to death on my floor, or trust me with a little bit of your soul to save your life. I promise you I won't kill you, or leave you a soulless puppet, or my eternal slave." The man looked into my eyes as best he could through what I assumed was a haze of pain. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke.

"H-How?..." I smiled at his question, taking that as his consent. I picked out the largest pieces of shrapnel from his wounds before responding.

"We seal it with a kiss." And so we did.

People make a big deal about souls, like they're some untouchable thing that one can only share with those they trust the most. In reality, they're actually quite flexible and ever changing. The deeper the connection, the more is shared, but even the tiniest of greetings is an exchange of souls as well. While you are technically giving up a part of yourself when you do so, it's such a minuscule amount it regenerates almost instantly, even if the person you're attempting to exchange with ignores or rejects you completely.

Souls are also tied to emotion, and nothing causes emotions to bubble over like physical contact. As our lips pressed together, I could feel this man's soul start to open up, becoming receptive to my manipulation. Manipulating someone's soul by force is bad for a number of reasons(moral and otherwise), and doing so by force is difficult even for the most skilled soul magic user. He'd given me his trust, however, and that made his soul clay in my very skilled hands.

Another sign that I'd been sealed for a while was how worked up a simple kiss was making me; already I was beginning to feel the fires of arousal boiling up within me. My nipples began to stiffen as I tried to focus on the spell I was preparing, whispering arcane words in between the smacking of lips. When his hands weakly grabbed my hips, a gasp escaped me and nearly ruined the spell I was preparing. Concentrate, Lunestra, concentrate...

I'd been getting a taste of this man for a while now as my tongue slowly slipped into his mouth, but soon I was beginning to taste his soul. It felt strong, devoted, maybe a little troubled? I've been told by outside observers that it looks like motes of light are passing between myself and the person I'm soul exchanging with, the motes coming out of them one color, then returning a different color as they flow back into their original owner. The color I receive tends to vary, but when it flows back into the owner it always takes an icy blue color. I think I caught just a hint of that light as I finished the kiss and the spell.

Both of us were left panting, me from exhaustion and him from what my magic was doing to him. His body started to feel warm underneath me as I lay against him as my magic went to work. Normally I have a wider variety of magics I could use to modify him, but in my current state the best I could do was essentially force a part of my soul into his and let it modify him from within, healing his wounds in the process. Since I was part wolf, he would be too.

Or maybe more than a little part, I thought as I noticed black fur starting to emerge through his skin. I quickly picked out the last pieces of shrapnel from him as his panting started to grow louder, the grip he had on my hips starting to grow a little painful as his nails starting digging into my hips. Even his tongue seemed a little longer and was beginning to hang out of his mouth as he continued to change.

Unexpected side effects aside, my spell was serving it's intended purpose as the man's wounds stopped bleeding and started to close. His strength was quickly recovering, which he quickly put to use lifting me up and practically tossing me on the bed. He stared down at me with a look that could only be described as desirous. He saw a female(a damn attractive one, I might add) who seemed to have no mate, and I'm certain some of my arousal must have slipped into him when I cast the spell. Between that and unfamiliar animal instincts that were starting to emerge, I had no doubt he had sex on the brain as he started to crawl over me.

"Stop." There was no need to shout or yell; as soon as the word left my mouth he froze. One clawed and rapidly furring hand was beside my head, the other held midway in the air on the other side. His whole body hung over mine, frozen by my command. He was probably more than a little confused, though it didn't show on his face as the sound of crunching bone signaled the growth of his new muzzle.

"Sorry; I didn't survive this long by not being cautious. A transformation someone's not expecting can cause havoc with their mind, so I made sure to add an enslavement command to the transformation." I couldn't tell if the pained expression was from the new tail that was pushing its way through his pants or from my supposed betrayal. "Hey, I only said I wouldn't PERMANENTLY enslave you. Until your head's not full of transformation and hormones, and until I have a better idea of what's happening, you're obeying my orders."

"Sit up." My temporary servant did as instructed, his head bowed low as I moved to my knees next to him. I gave his transformation a few more moments, letting the thin coat of black fur thicken and darken all across his form. Wolf ears started to emerge from the top of his head, temporarily giving him a human and wolf set together as the change continued a little unevenly. The wolfish one's twitched as I gave my next order.

"Take off your shirt." My servant struggled getting it off with his new muzzle in the way, giving me a moment to run a hand over his trim body. He didn't have too much muscle, but what he did have was taut and firm. By the time the shirt was clear from his head, his head was fully that of a wolf, though he did retain the bit of brown hair his human form originally started off with. His earlier confusion seemed even more pronounced than before as I climbed into his lap, pressing my chest against his as I wrapped my arms around his neck gently.

"Yes, your head's full of transformation and hormones, and I need to keep control of the situation. That being said, it's only that way because of me, and I'm not so cruel as to ignore my own part in putting you in such a state." Not to mention that, with emotions and souls being so tightly related, my soul magic deprived body was craving more emotion and interaction in the form of ever more growing arousal. "We can help each other, but I'm in control. Understand?"

I got a nod, though the bulge straining against his pants was just as much a sign of his approval. I gently took his muzzle in my hands, getting a brief flick of his tongue across my lips. That was nice, but he could put that tongue to better use somewhere else. He quickly got the hint as I pushed his muzzle down toward my chest, leaning back to allow him better access to my breasts.

"That's it, my servant." My hand slowly stroked his head as his tongue began to explore the tender flesh of my chest. I fill a DD cup bra in my natural state, and nothing makes me feel more feminine that someone worshiping my breasts. Before I lost myself completely to my growing lust I whispered a quick cleaning spell to remove any dirt and debris that had collected in my imprisonment. By the time I fell back onto the bed with my servant atop me, the entire room looked freshly washed and cleaned.

"Oh yes; I still have it." A smile of satisfaction crossed my lips, replaced with a gasp of lust as my servant's rough tongue found the nipple of my right breast. His hot breath alternated with the feeling of sharp teeth gently nibbling at the swelling nub, while his paw found my other and began to squeeze it. Despite the newness of his claws, he was careful not to cut or scrape me with them as he dug into my bountiful bosom. My own hand squeezed and teased the breast my servant was worshiping with his muzzle, increasing the growing pleasure and lust fogging my mind.

"Turn me over." With a quick flip my servant turned me over. My tail slowly caressed over my vaginal lips as I rose up on my hands and knees, slightly dampening it with my juices before moving it aside and exposing myself to the newly made wolf. "Undo your pants and take me, but don't stop playing with my breasts, either"

The pointed tip of his cock was already poking out of his sheath as his erection sprang free of his confines. Now a fully nude and fully furry wolf morph, my servant rose to his knees and began to position himself. That gave me time to admire the thin but tight muscles that rippled lightly under his fur coat. I generally like my males a little more beefy, but he was still quite a masculine specimen in his own right.

"That's it, my wolf." I was soon wrapped in a furry coat as my servant laid across my back while his paws quickly went back to my breasts. His cock wasted little time penetrating me, my vagina grabbing him with the tightness of a virgin as what felt like seven or so inches of flesh pushed into me. It'd been quite a while since I've been a virgin(so long I'm honestly can't remember exactly when I lost it), so there was nothing but the heat of his shaft and the pleasure of being taken as my wolf servant started to thrust into me. "Yyeeess..."

There weren't too many words exchanged between us, only gasps, moans and the occasional pant from either one of us as my wolf started to truly fuck me. Damn, did it feel GOOD to be taken again! Yes, my wolf; caress my body. Worship me as the woman, the thing of beauty I am. Yes, YES!

My growing arousal almost drowned out the growing feeling of my soul being recharged for the first time in ages. As my wolf continued to fuck me as his paws slid down to my rear, my magic began to truly flare to life again. Having someone here with me, giving me pleasure, desiring me bought back memories of all the many others who'd done the same for me. They'd given a part of themselves unto me, and combining and incorporating their souls into mine had awoken near god-like powers within me. Getting back to that level would certainly take a while, but my servant was doing a good job getting the ball rolling in the direction.

"Harder, my servant. Harder!" It MUST have been centuries since my last orgasm if I was feeling one coming on already. My servant was in no small part responsible for this, though my endurance had faded almost as strongly as my magic had. His knot had only just begun to start slamming against me and I was almost on the verge of losing it. Come on, Lunestra, hold it, hold it...

I glanced back over my shoulder to see my servant's tongue hanging gently from his muzzle, eyes closed as his claws dug into my hips. His own orgasm was near, though the short, quick thrusts weren't providing enough force to get his knot into me even with his cock slickened with his seed and my pussy well lubricated. When he pulled almost completely out of me, I pushed back against him just as he started to push forward. Our combined motions finally pushed his knot into me, and pushed us both over the edge of orgasm soon after.

"Y-YES!" My servant's hands went to my chest as his orgasm hit, my own hands joining his a moment later as I joined him in climax. As his seed filled my womb, my mind was flooded with a rush of hormones and magical energy. It was as if each orgasmic spasm was shaking cobwebs from my head as my body shook in exquisite pleasure. The ticklish sensation behind my ears was new, and it took me a moment in my haze to realize my servant was nuzzling and licking my ears.

"Good servant..." The two of us slowly slid down onto the bed, his hands wrapping gently around my waist as he slipped into a deep slumber. His enslavement would be temporary, but perhaps I should make his employment at the Crossroads full time. The warm afterglow of orgasm and the exhaustion caused by both it and my magic called me to join him in blissful sleep. I'd make the proposal to him once we'd both recovered...

...Probably should get his name while I'm at it...