“giggle Thanks!” Tammy said as she took a second look at the man that had just complimented her.
At first she’d brushed by him, not considering him in the slightest. This party was her chance to get in with some rich old dude, not some young guy that would expect far too much from her.
But on second consideration, there was something about him, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Then she saw it… on his index finger, the sigil of the Mage’s guild.
Her pleasant smile widened to show her perfectly white teeth and then she reached out and stroked his arm.
Anyone in the guild was powerful and rich, he might look like he was in his twenties, but he could be two hundred for all she knew. He was a catch, and she wasn’t about to let him slip through her fingers.
Tammy looked out of the window in Darren’s mansion over the gardens and off to the stables. It had been a whirlwind courtship and she’d moved in with after just two months. Well two months and the wildest sex of his life.
Now she had everything she wanted, at least kind of.
Sure, he’d put on ring on her finger after living together for only a month, and that ensured she had money and security… but it was also a problem.
The ring was enchanted, he wore it’s match on his ring finger, but they weren’t identical. His was in control, her’s made what he wanted a reality.
It was a slow process, but over the last few weeks her waist had narrowed, her breasts had grown, and her natural blonde roots had started to show signs of jet black.
And then there were the changes in how she acted. Gone were the giggles and excited utterances, replaced with quiet respect.
A little tingle from her ring finger snapped her out of her admiration for the property and got her walking towards his study. A sudden need to suck his cock had come over her and she had no time to dilly dally.
Tammy stood in front of her husband and awaited his judgement.
It had been a year since they had been married and her ring continued to do it’s work. Gone was her blonde hair and bubbly attitude, replaced with the long raven locks that she spent hours each day grooming.
A simple nod from him delivered his verdict and she almost, almost smiled. Instead she walked slowly over to him, knelt down and snuggled between his legs and nuzzled his crotch, hoping he would let her suck his cock or maybe even fuck her later.
Tammy walked down the street, her umbrella protecting her from the sun as she hurried back home.
On her wrist was the last small token of her old life that remained, a simple pink wrist band.
The ring’s power had transformed her into a complete gothic slut. She sucked and fucked her husband with a dark energy that she could never have dreamed of before.
Now though, it was just a Tuesday night.
Tonight was their two year anniversary and she had planned something special for him. She’d been training for weeks, ensuring she was ready, and she was sure he would not be disappointed.
The plug in her ass made her shiver a little as he walked, and she couldn’t wait for him to take her anal virginity tonight and use it in whatever dark magic he’d been prepairing her for the last two years.
The sound of her heels against the walk sped up as she could feel the rings magic egging her onwards.
