With flesh magic, the possibilities of rendering the mortal flesh are near limitless. Maxwell could go the usual route of body horror but he lacked the guts to do such a merciless thing. Then Maxwell thought. If that puny creature is a seductress, isn't their whole schtick their feminine features? That is their asset to lure prey after all. Looking at the bound woman, she does look enticing if not for that burning scowl in her face. She has this overflowing copper hair, sharp red eyes, with lips as buxom as her ass. Her boobs are lacking on the other hand. They are huge but not as gigantic as Maxwell thought they would be. The shows he watched in his past life told that the seductress tends to have beach ball-sized badonkadonks! This woman is barely a melon. Maxwell pointed his index finger at the woman's miniaturized breasts and fondled them by shaking his finger left and right. For the woman, she thought that she is reduced to a child's plaything. Embarrassing but she can always rise from this. Maxwell is filling her body with mana to initiate the change. Then there's also the fact that he wanted to touch a woman's boob. This would be his first time touching one and hoped that it won't be the last.
Maxwell opened the cage and laid the woman on the coffee table. The woman tried to fly but Maxwell made sure that she wouldn't when he temporarily shut her wing flaps. They remain neat on her scapula as if she is devoid of wings in the first place.
Calling her a woman is so demeaning and kind of tedious. Before the changes began, Maxwell demanded her name.
"Benoit," she said. "Now, I know you did something to my wings. Unhand me, you fiends!"
"Sorry, I have my father's orders." Maxwell apologized.
The first thing to change her body was her jaws. From soft and feminine, they crisped at the edge to turn masculine. Her luscious hair receded till they were lengths with her ear. Her hips thinned and her already small breasts flattened into muscular pectorals. Her abdominals remained relatively scotch-free other than bulking up a bit to compensate for her thickening muscles. And speaking of muscles, her once petite arms leaned up with dense muscles. They aren't big but now what you call thin either. It's like a swimmer's figure.
"What!?" Benoit screamed, his voice turning an octave and a half deeper. "My- my body! What did you do? Change me back this instant. I beg of you."
Beg all she wants but Maxwell already gave her enough dose of magic for the transformation to last a lifetime or two.
Suddenly, Benoit felt a tightening feeling down her vaginal opening. She saw her clitoris squirming and the contractions of her muscles crawled downwards. From top to bottom, she saw the opening close shut. He caped the part where the most intimate parts should be but found nothing but a blank patch of skin.
And once more, surprises just kept on coming. From the empty patch, a mound of flesh emerged. The flesh stretched outwards, elongating until it is as long as Benoit's now masculine palm. While forming into a recognizable cylinder, features blossomed on the surface. The tip is cut and pink and tiny even veins adorned the shaft. Her balls are bountiful and pink. A patch of pubic hair is about to grow but Maxwell had second thoughts if it's a good look. He decided to snip it all away and did so with an additional dose of transformative flesh manipulation magic.
Then, at last, the change has ended. From a female to a man, a succubus in a man's body. A first of first, and a surprise to watchers. Even Maxwell is surprised at the perfection he just did. Matthias sat on the leader’s sofa, mouth hanging open and the possibilities now open to him. Mizik just looked and took note of everything that transpired in a parchment of paper. Deidrick's face remained stoic but his dick is telling a different story. It's a good thing that he is sitting down and his desk is obscuring the fact.
"Do you think I'll tell you anything after you've already punished me?" Benoit said.
"But that’s not the punishment," Maxwell said. "Now answer father's question, what is your reason why you disturbed my birthday party?"
Benoit sat cross-legged, uncomfortable with this shaft between her legs. She dreaded the fact that her tactile senses have expanded in a place where there should be none. His dick is fucking huge that it's so annoying. It rolls from side to side and gets even sprier whenever he tries to root it in one spot.
Seeing that their newly-transformed prisoner hasn't answered Maxwell's questions, he began his magical assault. With his basic knowledge of the male's reproductive anatomy, he used the magic to agitate the seminiferous tubules where millions upon millions of sperms are now produced with every passing millisecond. Benoit took immediate notice of how hot her dick had become. His nut is red and huge like it's going to burst any second now.
And that second is but a few moments later. Benoit grabbed his shaft with both hands and screamed as a thick line of cum burst out of his penis. It's painful but he cannot deny how good it felt. Like his head would crack into two then pieced together again as his mind begged him to stop and yearn for more.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?" Benoit screamed, still moaning between breaths.
"That my friends are the glorious release of a man's seed," Matthias explained. "So, are you going to answer the question or not?"
The answer is clear. If keeping Benoit's mouth shut is what it would take to feel that again, he might sew it shut. Or so he saw the three times he came in a row. The first was pure euphoria. Then the second was bliss. Then the third, the pain is more pronounced yet still pleasurable. Fourth hasn't come but Benoit dreaded his impending limit. He may be a seductress and her female body has sexual capabilities beyond that of a human. But his male form is an uncharted region. Exceeding his limit might cause her some irreparable damage. As such, she answered while his cock was still spewing out a thick gruel of cum.
"We're here for revenge," Benoit screamed, not of his own volition but by the carnal pleasures of his cock. "and as a request of a masked individual. Before you ask, we do not know who or what he is. Ignis, the beastkin sleeping in your lap, said that the man smelled of decay. My other friends said the man is not a mage due to his lack of magic. Unless the man can mask his powers. So please, no more."
"Do it one more time since he ruined your birthday party," Matthias said.
Maxwell looked at Benoit, her eyes having a clear look of begging for mercy and forgiveness. Then her eyes turned to that of a betrayed, then it mellowed out into the look of a man who just came four times in a row. He laid on the coffee table in the pool of his cum.