This story is part five following the story Sorceress pt4. Make sure to read the story from the first part and continue chronologically. This story also contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts and unusual settings. If you are a person who dislikes NBM (natural body magic) fetishes, then stop reading and leave for your own good.

Thank you.

I the sorceress Rimaya now lacking any head on my neck. I obviously didn’t use to be in this condition. Before I was buried and left to be awoken upon the demise of the strongest sorcerer on the island, I was not only a powerful caster of spells, but also an aristocrat amongst the elite, owning a small village. My parents passed away when I was sixteen, which was sufficient for me to manage alone with the aid of my magical prowess. My magical gifts not only provided me with protection, but also made all parts of my body usable. All of my bodily fluids were heavily infused with magical abilities, my flesh had regenerative capabilities as long as the bones remained, and my body was kept in the utmost condition with strong muscles and mana deposits instead of fat in the right places. Every woman I have encountered has either been envious of my form, attracted to it, or attempting to kill me. Not long after I turned eighteen, some of the nobles began to take notice of me. I used my looks and fire magic to convince them to grant me a village to rule and gain profit from. I also obtained an accountant to manage my estate, so I was only receiving the gains and only had to rule over the village when I desired. This meant that I only had to take part in governing when I felt the need to cause some mischief, whereas my accountant had to sort out all the tedious tasks such as ensuring people had enough food for the winter and fixing all the problems I had caused. Unfortunately, this respite was short-lived, as I was threatened by a slightly more powerful spell caster. There was no way I could triumph over him, so I decided to fake my death and construct a tomb that would awaken me when opened. By 'fake my death' I mean, die and be easily resurrected with the help of my prior preparation. I had an amulet that harnessed the moonlight and enabled me to activate my regeneration, which was a characteristic of my magical body. I was reliant on someone attempting to loot my grave at night, so the amulet could be effective.

Fastforward fifty eight years into the future. All of the other powerful sorcerers had long since been killed by the wizard alliance, and it was time for me to awaken. As I did, I felt my skin and muscles growing, and I moved my hands to my chest and backside, feeling the godly pleasure of their growth. Every sensation was heightened and magnified, and I could feel every inch of my body growing and regenerating. My nipples were particularly sensitive, and I felt a surge of pleasure as they hardened and my breasts grew. I felt my buttocks filling out and my thighs becoming rounder and more full, and I was overwhelmed with pleasure as I moved my hands across my body. As the growth stopped, I realised that I could only feel sensations from my neck down, and that my face had become a fleshy neck stump. Panic set in, but fortunately my mental limitations kept it at bay. Suddenly, I heard a noise and saw that a grave robber had taken my head. In a rage, I cast a fireball spell to intimidate them, but they were also a spellcaster. They wanted something in exchange for my skull and, as a body wanting her head back, I knew instantly what I could offer.

I gave him a handjob, and although it was quick, I was able to take back a small piece of my skull from him. Naively, I had hoped for the entire skull, but instead I got a shard. I stored the shard in my pocket dimension and moved on to other forms of sex. He gave me more and more pieces of my skull, hour after hour, and I had to feed him some of my stamina-regenerating juices just so I could get my head back faster. As we were having anal sex, an idea suddenly came to me that I should surprise him by killing him and retrieving my pieces in a quicker way. However, I was too aroused to act on this idea, and so I kept going. Even with my near-infinite stamina, I had to take breaks occasionally in order to put together the pieces of my skull with my magical juices. It was a difficult puzzle, but I somehow managed to complete it without being able to see or think. My body is surprisingly smart, it makes me wonder how much I relied on my head when I still had it. This is probably how powerful sorcerers work, given that their bodies are so filled with magic.

Finally, my skull was in one piece! After an examination to make sure it had the right shape, I placed it on my head, and the feeling of having my head back was both painful and incredible. My thoughts were much clearer, and my senses revealed the identity of the person I had sex with. I had a sense of his face from when I was sitting on it. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a clean-shaven face. He was lean and muscular, with no visible fat on his body. Unfortunately, my reunion with my head lasted only a minute before he pulled out a sword from behind his back and cut my head off again. I said something during this short time, though I don't remember what it was, as the memory was stuck in my now decapitated head.