Chapter 1: A New Body, A New Hunger
I woke up gasping, my hands instinctively clutching at my chest. What the hell? Soft, heavy curves filled my palms—breasts, full and firm, a third size if I had to guess. My breath hitched as I sat up, long raven hair spilling over my shoulders, tickling my bare skin. I wasn’t in my dingy apartment anymore. I wasn’t even *me* anymore. The mirror across the room reflected a goddess—high cheekbones, pouty lips, and a body that could stop traffic. But inside, I was still Marcus, a 30-year-old guy who’d somehow been tossed into this otherworldly bombshell.
This place was straight out of a fantasy novel—ornate tapestries, marble floors, and a bed that screamed royalty. I was in some kind of castle, and judging by the tight silk dress clinging to my new curves, I was someone important. My mind raced, but before I could piece anything together, the door creaked open.
A kid—no, a boy, maybe ten years old—strode in like he owned the place. He was dressed in embroidered robes, his sharp green eyes scanning me with an intensity that didn’t match his age. His name was Kael, I somehow knew, heir to the wealthiest clan in this strange realm. And damn, the way he looked at me made my skin prickle.
‘Lady Seraphine,’ he said, his voice too deep for a child, laced with a confidence that unnerved me. ‘You look... ravishing today.’
I arched a brow, crossing my arms under my chest, which only seemed to draw his gaze. ‘Kid, I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I’m not in the mood. What do you want?’
He smirked, stepping closer, his small frame radiating a bizarre authority. ‘I’ve decided. You’re to be mine. My wife. My queen. I won’t take no for an answer.’
I laughed, sharp and biting, leaning forward so our faces were inches apart. ‘Listen, brat. I don’t care how rich your daddy is. I’m not some trophy to be claimed. You’re a child. Go play with your toys.’
His eyes darkened, and he didn’t flinch. ‘I’m no child in the ways that matter, Seraphine. And I’ll prove it to you.’ He stepped even closer, and I caught a glimpse of something in his stance, a maturity that didn’t belong. My gaze flickered down for just a moment, and—holy hell. This kid was packing. I mean, seriously? Eighteen centimeters of pure audacity, straining against his robes like it had a mind of its own.
I straightened, my heart pounding despite myself. This body was reacting in ways I wasn’t used to—heat pooling low in my belly, a flush creeping up my neck. ‘You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that,’ I said, my voice huskier than I intended. ‘But I’m not some damsel to be won. If you want me, you’d better be ready to fight for it.’
Kael’s grin was feral. ‘Oh, I’m ready. And I’ll make you beg for it, Seraphine. I’ll show you what a real man can do, even if I’m trapped in this cursed young body.’
The air between us crackled, my new skin prickling with a hunger I couldn’t ignore. I stepped closer, my breath hot against his ear as I whispered, ‘Big words for a little boy. Let’s see if that cock of yours can back them up.’
His hands twitched, itching to grab me, and I could see the raw need in his eyes. My own body betrayed me, wet heat building between my thighs as I imagined what that hard length could do. We were seconds from tearing into each other, the room thick with tension, my pulse racing as I leaned in, ready to test just how far this game would go...
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