An Eldritch Pact
Copyright© 2025 by Nightfuel
Chapter 4
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Karl was surprised to learn he had inherited property in a small town in the mountains. It seemed like an opportunity to start over... but almost immediately strange occurrences began to happen. Karl could feel himself changing, and women were treating him differently. On top of that he was beginning to suspect there was more to his inheritance than he had first realised...
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Mind Control Heterosexual Fiction Mystery Magic
Karl had planned on having a full first day at Bracken Ridge. His morning walk aside, he had intended upon having a proper look at the small town. Maybe even travelling further up the mountain to sightsee, although that had been more for Jess than for him. Karl had wanted to get some shopping done as well since they would go through the supplies he had packed pretty quickly. All in all, he had a full day of chores and activities planned out.
They did none of that. Karl spent the entire day in bed with Jessica.
Karl couldn’t help it. He just couldn’t keep his hands off of his girlfriend. What did surprise him though, was that Jess went along with it. She became noticeably exhausted as the day wore on, her movements becoming sluggish, but she kept up as best she could. Tiredly spreading her legs for him, her expression resigned. It was behaviour so out of her norm that Karl would have queried it, but ... He was. So. Fucking. Horny.
To his mild embarrassment, Karl’s mind kept wandering as well — even in the middle of sex! His thoughts kept drifting to other women. Old girlfriends. Alisha, the overly friendly woman who had promised to help him. Even her friend, Amanda. The moment that Karl had pictured Amanda on all fours in his bed, her long red hair gathered in his fist instead of Jessica’s dirty-blonde locks ... well, that was one of the few occasions he didn’t last that long.
Karl and his girlfriend took only the most sparing of breaks during their long day in bed. Water, a quick bite to eat ... and then straight back to it. Jess began complaining at some point that she was getting sore, but as she didn’t explicitly tell him to stop, Karl found it hard to pay attention to her. His girlfriend shifted so quickly from complaints into practically begging him to fuck her harder after all.
Eventually though, even Karl began to feel slightly tired. He sat up in bed stretching, a big grin on his face. This was the kind of life he could get used to! He told Jess he was going to grab a shower, thinking they could get in together. Karl was already idly thinking that they could perhaps have a little more fun under the water, but Jess just shook her head. She was naked, sprawled on top of the sheets, her face buried in a pillow. She mumbled that she would take one after him.
Karl just playfully swatted her firm behind, and then went to the bathroom.
Karl was only in the shower for a few minutes — just a quick rinse, really. His girlfriend had looked pretty sexy, laying in bed. It would be a shame to leave her alone for too long ... Still damp from the shower, naked, and with a huge erection leading his way, Karl walked back into the bedroom. He had a wide anticipatory smile on his face, already thinking that they had time for another quick bout of sex before dinner. When he got there though, Karl blinked, surprised at seeing Jess in the middle of getting dressed. She’d got into her bra and panties, and was hopping on one foot, trying to pull on her jeans. When she saw him — and his erect dick — her shoulders slumped. She dropped her jeans, and just stared at him. Jessica’s voice was thick with tiredness, her tone waspish, but the sting of her words was dull.
“ ... haven’t you had enough? I mean, I ... can’t...”
Karl’s dick throbbed as he looked at Jessica. He felt like he towered over her, his eyes darting hungrily up and down her body. Karl tried to restrain himself.
“Sorry, I guess it’s been a bit crazy, Jess. You — I mean, we don’t have to.”
Jessica shivered as though she could feel the weight of his gaze. She licked her lips, acting like she hadn’t even heard him. Jessica slowly sunk down onto her knees in front of the bed. She looked up at Karl, blinking tiredly. There were dark rings under her eyes, and her hair was a tangled mess.
“You’re so hard...”
Jessica licked her lips again, reaching out with her hand. She wrapped her slim fingers around Karl’s shaft, immediately starting to jack him off. Her face swayed closer and closer, her expression growing more intent. Focused. Jessica took a deep breath, and then leant forward to take him between her lips.
Karl groaned, tangling his fingers in Jessica’s messy blonde hair. She was bobbing her head up and down on him. Gagging slightly every time she took him deep. She was looking up at Karl the entire time, her eyes shining. Her pink lips stretched wide as she sucked on his thick shaft.
Karl let his vision unfocus, tightening his grip on Jessica’s head. The hair wasn’t quite the right colour, but he imagined it was Alisha kneeling before him. Her hair he was holding. Her lips wrapped around his dick. Karl groaned louder, thrusting his hips against his girlfriend’s face. Jess coughed, spluttering slightly as he pushed the limits of what she could easily take. She made a muffled noise of protest, but if anything she started sucking Karl harder.
Karl started to thrust into Jessica’s mouth, using her harder than he ever had before. His girlfriend always treated oral sex as a reward for him, and had certainly never let him literally fuck her face before. Now she seemed to even be enjoying it.
Jessica clutched at Karl’s thighs, urging him on. Not even realising that her boyfriend was doing his best to imagine another woman making love to his dick.
That night, Karl’s dreams kept him tossing and turning in bed. He was aware of Jess laying next to him, deep in an exhausted slumber, but at the same time he was elsewhere. He could feel his girlfriend’s slight body in his arms, knew he was dreaming, but ... he couldn’t wake up. His dreams were strange, chaotic — yet incredibly vivid. Shadowy, full of imagery that disturbed him ... but also excited him. Karl tightened his arms around Jessica, his erection pressing into her bare ass ... but his attention was on his dreams.
He was walking through inky blackness, cast adrift. Karl couldn’t have said if he was in a room, a vast cavern, or just amongst the endless void of nothingness. He was barefoot, and there was what felt like large flagstones underfoot. The stone was cold, deathly so. Karl walked forward, shivering — thinking it strange that he was cold, even in a dream.
It felt like he was approaching something, that he had a destination to get to. The world around and above him was still pitch black, but on the stone beneath his feet light was beginning to emerge. Glowing, ethereal symbols were taking shape — pulsing as he passed them. Their shapes hurt Karl’s head when he tried to focus on them, and he soon gave up. They were mesmerising, utterly indecipherable.
Karl got closer. The symbols seemed to shift, dancing beneath his feet. Their luminosity intensifying seemingly at random. They were bright, but didn’t illuminate anything — the darkness still held sway.
Suddenly Karl was ... there. Where he had been travelling to.
Karl was standing in a room. He didn’t remember entering it, as was the strange nature of dreams, and he looked around — curious and apprehensive all at once. The chamber itself was ill-defined — like it wasn’t important in of itself. What took pride of place in the centre though, surrounded by those glowing eldritch symbols, was a bed.
It was huge, far larger than any bed Karl had ever seen. It had red satin sheets, the crimson richness stark against the stygian obscurity that surrounded it. The bedding seemed to glow with a luxurious sheen, screaming debauched decadence.
Upon the bed, slowly writhing and undulating, was a female figure. No, there were two women — both clad in wispy garments, touching and moving against one another. No, there were actually three — limbs entwined, hair entangled. Their hands clutching and pulling at the wine-dark sheets. Every time Karl blinked it changed.
Karl felt his groin stir as he watched the figures on the bed. Their backs arched, their breasts tipped with erect nipples, straining at the flimsy clothing that they wore. His mouth felt dry, and he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. He didn’t recognise any of the women, but he kept seeing flashes — hints that reminded him of women he knew. They writhed, alone and together, a slow and sensual dance of promised desire.
Karl was panting, and his chest felt too tight. He couldn’t look away. The longer he watched, the more he realised there was something wrong with the women on the bed. Their hair was lank, sodden with sweat. Their faces tired and haggard. Dark circles around their eyes. The crimson from the sheets seemed to be staining their skin, turning their hands red as the colour moved up their arms. The symbols on the floor glowed brighter. A dark promise.
Karl’s head spun and he was falling. Falling forward towards the depraved scene in front of him. He couldn’t get away from it, it was too —