Savagely Swapped (Gender Swapped by the Witch Queen Book 1)
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The powerful warrior-king Azlato gets a taste of his own pleasure tents from an unusually feminine perspective when he crosses the wrong woman!
Azlato, the most powerful chieftan of the grassland people, is used to having his way with women. With each conquest of a neighboring tribe, he selects the most beautiful female captives to serve his men in their pleasure tents and delights in their subjugation.
When the gorgeous queen of a newly conquered tribe warns Azlato that she won’t stand for her people to be used like this, he mocks and ignores her. To punish him, she gives him a taste of his own medicine by swapping bodies with him and sending Azlato to his pleasure tents in her body!
Now Azlato is seeing the world from a whole new perspective. Can he adjust to his new life as a nubile pleasure maiden and escape the witch’s curse before the enchantment becomes permanent?
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I had had enough of the witch’s parlor tricks. It was time for me to take her to my tent and break her to my will by the sheer force of my animal magnetism. But first, I would need to rob her of her confidence, lest she set an example for the other women.
“Jeriah—” I said. “Strip her. I wish to inspect my goods.”
Jeriah reached for her tightly bound chest, eager to rip the dress off the nubile woman, but then hesitated. “Azlato… what if she possesses sorcery we have not seen before? Perhaps we should rob her of her voice.” I considered his words. He made a good point. We had silence powder, common for subduing captured warlocks. I’d never had to use it on a witch before, as pitiful as their magic usually was. But then I entertained the idea of having my way with a completely silent woman, and my cock swelled a third time, nearly bursting out.
“I am unafraid of her magic,” I said, “But yes. Bring the silence powder. It could be quite fun to play with her using it. Just go and place it in my chamber. I’ll take her there and use it after everyone gets a good look at her.” I grinned at her, making sure that she understood what it was I meant. I loved humiliating the women like this, letting my men leer at them in their nakedness. It made their later decisions so much easier.
She stared at me sullenly. “So be it,” she said. “You have made a most foolish choice.”
I was hardly listening to her, imagining what it would feel like to run my tongue all over her ravishing body. I wondered again what her nipples looked like, beneath that tightly bound heaving bosom, and pictured my long, throbbing cock penetrating her tight, wet pussy.
She started muttering under her breath again as Jeriah left to fetch the powder, and my other men took his place to hold her tightly.
The smoke of the fire had started filling the tent with the rich scent of the incense our medicine men burned in it, and my eyes watered as the pungent aroma floated over to me. My head swam suddenly, a brief dizzy spell. I raised a hand to my head and took a step away from the beautiful witch, trying to steady myself. The woman’s chanting had grown louder and more rhythmic. She was trying to intimidate me, no doubt, but her silly tricks weren’t frightening to me. I shook my head, trying to clear away growing cobwebs. Had I had too much to drink?
Something was wrong. “Jeriah…” I called, but my vision was beginning to black out. Stars flashed before my eyes, suddenly, and I was dazed and disoriented. I shakily stared at the ground in front of me, willing everything to come back into focus. I felt weird, and it was like the whole room had shifted somehow in a way I couldn’t explain. My vision hadn’t yet returned all the way, and I wobbled unsteadily on my feet.
I tried to raise a hand to my head again, but my wrists snapped against a leather strap that seemed to be tied to my feet. I growled. That bitch of a witch! Had she magicked some bindings onto me somehow? I flexed my impressive muscles to snap easily through the bindings as I’d done a dozen times before when fools tried to capture me, but they hardly gave at all, no matter how hard I strained. Shocked, I pulled harder at them, but still in vain. What mystical material was this that it could withstand the might of the most powerful man of the plains people?
I heard scattered laughter around me, and someone hooted, “Look at her struggle, Azlato. She’s sure lost her nerve.”
“No doubt because she finally understands how serious things have gotten, now,” I heard someone else say. Someone with my voice. What was happening?
My vision started to clear, finally, and the first thing that swam into focus was an enormous pair of breasts directly in my downward-facing field of vision, tightly bound in strips of woven cloth. I was momentarily excited, until I realized the breasts were pointed the wrong direction — facing out from me. These were… these breasts appeared to be my breasts. I now looked around and realized a few other bizarre details. Like, for example, my elbows were firmly held in place by the rough hands of my own men, and my hands and feet were indeed hobbled by leather thongs. Plain leather.
As I studied my slender arms and legs with growing horror, it occurred to me that the reason my powerful physique couldn’t burst through the bindings because I didn’t have a powerful physique anymore. I snapped my gaze up and saw an image I normally only saw in the polished sheen of a mirror: My own face, grinning at me with an expression of excitement and smug satisfaction. But this was no mirror.
