His Gallons, Her Magical Desire

A man has been kidnapped by a with that plans to extract his semen. She uses magic and potions to increase his size to monstrous, inhuman degree. Ignoring his pleas as he grows and cums gallons of thick seed

The room was a chamber of shadows, the air thick with the scent of ancient, potent magic. He was bound in shackles of cold, unyielding iron, his arms stretched wide, muscles tense. His voice was raw from screaming, but now, as she approached, his breath hitched for a different reason. She circled him, her robes brushing against the stone, eyes gleaming with a feverish light. "What the fuck are you doing?" he growled, but she ignored him, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She held a goblet, filled with a liquid that shimmered and pulsed with a dark energy. It hurt his eyes to look at, but he couldn't tear his gaze away. "It's time for your special treatment,” she said, trailing a cold finger down his chest. He shivered, but not from revulsion. His body responded to her touch, his cock stirring despite the circumstances. She tilted his head back, forcing his mouth open. The potion hit his tongue, sweet and fiery, burning a path down his throat. He convulsed, but not from pain. His skin stretched, veins pulsing with a pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. He watched, breathless, as his cock began to grow. It swelled, thickening and lengthening, ripping through his pants with a savage force. His balls ached, heavy and full, as his shaft twisted and veined, becoming something monstrous, inhuman. She laughed, a harsh, cruel sound, running her fingers along his length. He groaned, his hips bucking against his will. Every stroke of her hand sent waves of pleasure crashing through him. He could feel it building, a pressure in his balls that demanded release. She gripped him tighter, her thumb circling the sensitive tip. He threw his head back. With a roar, he came. Hot, thick cum spurted from the tip, gushing out in torrents. It splattered on the floor, pooling around his feet, the scent of sex and magic filling the room. His body shook with the force of his orgasm, his cock pulsing and spurting until he was empty. He panted, his body slick with sweat, his mind reeling from the intensity of it all. She smiled, her eyes never leaving his crotch, her fingers still wrapped around his shaft.

She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "That was just the beginning," she whispered, her voice a low purr. She ran her nails lightly up his inner thigh, teasing, before circling his base, squeezing gently. He groaned, his body still twitching from the aftermath. "Please," he gasped, his voice hoarse. "What do you want from me?" Her laugh was sharp and cruel. "Everything," she replied, her eyes glowing with malevolent glee. She stepped back, her robes swirling around her. She held a small vial, filled with a glowing, iridescent liquid. She approached him, her hips swaying, her gaze locked on his grotesquely enlarged cock. She uncorked the vial, letting a few drops fall onto his throbbing head. He hissed, his body jerking at the contact. The liquid sizzled, sending waves of heat and pleasure coursing through him. She rubbed it in, her touch firm and relentless. His hips began to rock again, his body eager for more despite the exhaustion. She smirked, her eyes never leaving his throbbing length. "This will keep you hard," she said, her voice laced with satisfaction. "And ready for whatever I have planned. Your cum is my power, my strength. And I will take every last drop from you. You exist only for my pleasure, my power, and my gain." She squeezed his length, her fingers digging into his sensitive flesh. She gripped him a little tighter, smiling maliciously as he cried out at the touch. She started to stroke him slowly, her hand moving up and down his shaft in a rhythm that was almost tender, but tinged with cruelty. He panted, his body responding to her touch, his cock growing even harder, if that was possible. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Let's see how much more you can give me," she whispered, her voice a low purr.

Her hand moved faster, her grip tightening, drawing a guttural moan from deep within his chest. She reveled in his helplessness, in the way his body betrayed him, responding to her touch even as his mind screamed in protest. She increased the pace, her hand a blur, her thumb pressing firmly against the underside of his head. He could feel the pressure building again, the sensations in his cock overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that left him gasping for air. She leaned down and took the base in her mouth, and he bucked. She sucked, and he felt his cock expand even more. She began to gag a little, looking up at him to make sure he was watching, and then she started to bob her head. Her other hand massaged his balls, rolling them gently, adding to the torment. He could feel the heat building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in his gut. She released his balls to grab the shaft with both hands, pumping him furiously. Her mouth still engulfed the head, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. He could feel the orgasm ripping through him, his body convulsing as he came again, harder and more intensely than before. His cum filled her mouth and spilled down her chin, dripping onto the floor. She gulped down what she could, her eyes never leaving his, a wicked smile on her lips.

She pulled away, his cock glistening with a mix of her saliva and his cum. He was panting, his body slick with sweat, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. She wiped her chin, savoring the taste of him, her eyes gleaming with a cold, calculating light. "This has been fun," she purred, circling him like a predator. "But it's time to get serious. You're going to be my ultimate cum factory. I need every drop, every ounce of your essence. And I'm going to get it." She snapped her fingers, and a heavy, leather-bound book materialized in her hands. She flipped through the yellowed pages, her fingers tracing ancient runes and symbols. She hummed a low, haunting melody, the air thick with magic. She approached him, her robes brushing against his skin, her breath hot on his ear. "This spell will ensure you're always ready, always hard. You'll produce more cum than you ever thought possible. And every last drop is mine." She began to draw runes on his chest, her fingernails leaving trails of fire in their wake. He grunted, his body arching into her touch, his cock throbbing painfully. She laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "I'm going to milk you dry," she whispered, her lips brushing against his skin. "Over and over again. Until there's nothing left but an empty husk, a living, breathing cum factory." She stepped back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she surveyed her work. She opened her mouth and began to chant, the words echoes and rhythmic. The air grew thick with magic and power, a tangible force that pressed against his skin, squeezing the breath from his lungs. His cock twitched, the veins pulsing with a dark, throbbing energy. He could feel it, the spell taking hold, his body responding to her will. He was hers, a plaything, a tool for her pleasure and power. He fought against the shackles, but it was no use. He was bound, both physically and magically, a prisoner to her desires. She finished the chant, her voice echoing through the chamber. She snapped her fingers, and the shackles fell away, clattering to the stone floor. He stumbled, his legs weak, his body aching with a need that bordered on pain.

He took a shaky step, trying to gauge his newfound state. The magic pulsed within him, a dark, insistent hum that resonated in his bones. Every nerve ending was alight, his body hypersensitive and primed. His cock, thick and engorged, throbbed painfully, already leaking pre-cum. The magic demanded action, his body yearning for release. She watched him, her lips curled in a satisfied smile. "Stand before me," she commanded, her voice laced with authority. He complied, his feet moving against his will, the magic propelling him forward. She circled him like a vulture, her eyes raking over his body, lingering on his throbbing cock. He could feel her gaze, a physical touch that sent shivers down his spine. She stopped in front of him, her eyes meeting his. "Kneel," she ordered, her voice a low growl. But before he could obey, she snapped her fingers. "No. Stay standing. I want to see you struggle." She grabbed his neck, squeezing gently, her thumb pressing against his pulse. She smiled when she felt it race beneath her touch. She grabbed a pair of heavy, metallic cuffs from a nearby table, the chains clanking loudly. She wrapped them around his wrists, the cold metal biting into his skin. She tugged on the chains, forcing his arms above his head. He grunted, his body straining against the sudden tension, his cock jerking in response. She walked around him, her fingers tracing the runes she'd drawn on his chest, sparking jolts of pleasure that had him gasping. She stopped behind him, her breath hot on his neck. "I want you to stay like this," she whispered, her voice a low purr. "I want you to feel the magic, the need, the constant ache for release. And I want you to know that it's all for me. Every drop, every ounce of your essence. It's mine." She stepped back, her eyes gleaming with lust and power. "Now, let's see how much you can take." She grabbed a phallic-shaped, glass dildo from the table, its surface glistening with a thick, clear lubricant. She stroking it, her eyes on him, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Her eyes never left his as she slowly lowered herself to the ground, placing the phallus in front of her. She stared at it, then at him, smiling with delight. She began to stroke herself, the dildo's length running through her slit. She took a breath, "Time for you to start earning your keep." She let out a soft moan, her fingers circling round and round her clit, "My little cum factory", she whispered.