Hey all! Here are a few chapters of The Collector. I forgot to mention this in the first chapter, this is going to be a pretty long story, I don't know how many chapters yet, but they will be fairly short, so probably a lot of them, but will be published here a few at once. If anyone had any doubts he would create a harem in this women, but there will be some plot too.
I hope you enjoy these chapters!
Thanks to 7OO Tnega Terces for helping with creating this story.
All characters in this story are over eighteen, Zoe is 24, and Tobias is 55 in a body of 20 year old man. Gemma is who knows how old, but she's easily over 100, in a body enhanced to look like 18.
Chapter 3
I felt the hard ground beneath my back, the sensation pulling me further from the dream that had been slipping through my fingers like smoke. I tried to hold onto it, tried to recall what I had seen--something about... Gemma? Suddenly, the whole talk with her returned. That was a strange dream.
I blinked my eyes open, the dim light revealing jagged shadows above me. My mind struggled to process what I was seeing. A ceiling? No, it wasn't my apartment. It took me a moment to recognize the truth. I wasn't in my armchair anymore.
"Gemma!" I shouted suddenly, sitting up. My voice echoed off the walls of the cave I was in.
That wasn't a dream. The cold ground touching my ass made me aware that I was naked, and I didn't have anything with me. I looked around and noticed a red envelope lying on the ground nearby. I got up and reached for it but stopped when I heard a noise behind me.
I turned around. The cave was shrouded in darkness, but I could make out a human figure pinned against the wall. Squinting to see more details, I realized it was a woman--but it wasn't Gemma.
The woman appeared shorter and slimmer than the mage, with light gray hair. Her face was attractive but smudged with dirt. She had large, pink eyes and full lips, and a look of terror marked her innocent expression.
She had smaller tits than Gemma, but large enough to fill a hand completely. Right now, they were covered by a dirty band that squeezed them tightly against her body. Her flat stomach transitioned into wide hips, on which she wore a skirt that barely reached halfway down her thighs, leaving her long and sleek legs exposed.
Both of us stood without moving, watching each other. She still seemed scared. Gemma promised me that no woman could resist me, but this one didn't look interested at all.
"Go away!" she said suddenly. Her voice didn't sound as sweet as Gemma's, but it was still feminine and pleasant. Certainly, it sounded more natural than the mage's.
"Go away, quickly, before it's too late," she repeated, but I didn't listen to her words. Something else had caught my attention. My eyes shifted to the wall next to her, where I thought I saw something move. Was that... a tail? It flicked again, and this time I was certain--it was indeed a tail.
The woman in front of me had a tail, and that was all the confirmation I needed--I really was in another world. If magic was real here, then why wouldn't magical creatures be real too?
I glanced down at my body. Just this morning, I'd still had a small layer of fat on my stomach, a result of stopping my training to spend more time at work.
Now, my torso was lean and defined, with a visible six-pack and a sculpted chest. My arms were thicker, and I looked better than ever in my entire life. Thankfully, I didn't look like a steroid-pumped bodybuilder; instead, I had the sleek, balanced build of an athlete--like a professional footballer, with well-developed muscles and minimal body fat.
My gaze dropped to my cock. Something was definitely different, though it was still flaccid. Curious, I grabbed it for a closer inspection and quickly realized it was both longer and thicker than before. I knew my own tool well--too well, thanks to how rarely I'd had sex with my wife. Did Gemma add something from herself? Or was this part of my Sex Mage class?
"No! Stop!" the girl screamed and took a step to the side, moving away from me. I let go of my cock, realizing that wasn't the smartest move.
"What are you?" I asked, looking again at her tail.
"That's not important. Go away! Please! Before it's too late."
"Too late for what?" I asked, taking a step closer to her. Curiosity drove me forward, compelling me to get a better look at her. It was a risk--she could attack me--but Gemma had left me in this cave for a reason. Besides, there was something about this girl that drew me in, an almost magnetic pull urging me closer.
She gasped softly as I took another step. Her tail swayed quickly behind her, curling slightly at the tip, and her breath grew shallow and uneven. Her gaze remained locked on my cock. She bit her lower lip, showing me her sharp fangs. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and a faint flush spread across her cheeks. Did my powers work on her? She didn't seem so scared anymore--more aroused and curious. Perhaps the effect wasn't instant, but it was certainly working.
I took another step. Her gorgeous, cute face, lean, sexy body, and her growing interest in my cock affected me, making my shaft start to harden.
She closed her eyes, tilting her head to the side, exposing her long neck. Even that was enticing, and I felt an overwhelming urge to press my lips against it.
"Please, you need to leave. That's dangerous," she whispered.
