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Malachar's Curse

Copyright© 2019 by Dark_Desires

Chapter 13: Twice Bitten Once Die

Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 13: Twice Bitten Once Die - A ring that lay hidden for centuries and long forgot has been found, setting off a chain of events that will shake the very foundations of modern society worldwide. Five major artifacts, and several minor, that when brought together, create an almost unequaled power. Separated and hidden at great cost thousands of years earlier, they are surfacing again. The ring of the twin Serpents is on his hand, and unbeknownst to its new owner, a countdown has begun. Will he find the others in time?

Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Coercion   Consensual   Magic   Mind Control   NonConsensual   Rape   Reluctant   Romantic   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   High Fantasy   Cheating   Mother   Son   Brother   Sister   Light Bond   Rough   Spanking   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Harem   Orgy   Polygamy/Polyamory   Anal Sex   Analingus   Cream Pie   Double Penetration   Exhibitionism   First   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Petting   Pregnancy   Safe Sex   Sex Toys   Squirting   Tit-Fucking   Voyeurism   Water Sports   Public Sex  

Wednesday, July 26th, 2006, Boston Massachusettes

I texted my Peanut, letting her know that we were on our way to the room, and asked her to tell Stacy that we’d be leaving to go get her soon; I wanted her to be ready. I’d just spent five minutes in the parking lot, making sure that neither Abs, Kelly, or Angie was traumatized from what we’d all witnessed. I didn’t want them suffering from nightmares, nor did I want them to be ineffective later on when we most likely had to fight again.

My girls were going to be some badass bitches, warrior babes of the first order, especially once we found the Hydra rings. Abs and Kelly were already joking, giggling, and betting with each other about how long it’d take before I fucked Stacy and took her virginity. Kelly said six hours, and Abs said eight. When they started wagering over whether she was still a virgin or not and then started the whole Clinton debate over whether blowjobs counted as sex, I just chuckled and shook my head. I tuned the rest of their nonsense out as we went inside the Motel Six to meet back up with the rest of the gang.

“Holy shit, it’s crowded in here!” Abby declared.

I herded her, our Mother, and Angie into the cramped Motel room, pushing past an overly excited Heather who was already clamoring for details before we’d even shut the door. I looked around, it was drab and ratty, but at least it seemed clean. I realized just how quickly money had changed my standards of acceptability.

“Everyone! Hush!” I commanded, having no choice but to raise my voice above the din, seeing as they were all trying to talk at once. “This here is...”

“Hi, Hi! ‘Ake! I’m paying wit my werk tuck!” Billy exclaimed, looking up from where he was happily pushing around his toy dump truck that I’d bought him.

I paused mid-sentence and smiled at him indulgently, “Cool, buddy! Maybe I’ll play with you later if you want!”

“Otay!” he proclaimed as he resumed making his vroom vroom sounds while pushing his toy.

“Girls, this is Angelica Calabrese. She’s going to be staying with us from now on...”

I had to hush them all again as Heather and Sheila both started to ask questions, and Kelly and Abs tried to answer—all at the same time. Maria just gave me a tiny smile when our eyes met and stayed sitting silently on the bed, patiently waiting for me to say what I needed to say.

“Jake! I uh...” Angie went to say something but faltered as I looked over at her, “Uh, never mind,” she murmured and looked down.

“Angie, look at me, please,” I demanded nicely as I reached out and grabbed her hand. I smiled at her as she met my gaze with hers, “I know that you don’t want to be here. I understand how you feel, trust me, I do, even though you probably don’t believe that. I know that you’re mad at me because of what happened between us last week, and I’m sorry that you feel that way. Trust me, though, once you understand my side of it, you won’t be as upset, but we’ll deal with that another time.

“I truly am sorry for what happened to your family; it wasn’t me who caused that, nor would I wish what happened upon anybody! I showed up at your home because I needed to deal with your brother and Uncle regarding a separate matter, a serious matter, which—obviously—is now irrelevant. When I saw that your house had been smashed into I went looking for them ... I didn’t expect to find bodies, and when I saw the horror that had been visited upon that poor woman in your kitchen, well, I felt compelled to see if there were any survivors. I...”

“What happened to her family!?” Heather interrupted curiously.

“Peanut!” I exclaimed, exasperated at being cut off again.

“Sorry!” she squeaked, abashed.

“As I was saying,” I muttered while shooting Heather a frown before turning my attention back to Angie. “I went in hoping to find your Uncle and brother, but when I saw all the bodies, well,” I paused to get her a tissue from the box that happened to be next to me, her eyes had started to water, “Well, at that point I was just hoping to find you. You need to stay with us. It’s not safe anywhere else; my enemies and your family’s enemies will come after you now. I swear to you that we’ll all support you and be there for you. In time you’ll be happy that we kept you with us, Angie, you really will.”

Tingle.

“Fine,” Angie agreed. “I believe you, I guess, but what about my Aunts, Uncles, and cousins? What about my friends? Can I let them know that I’m okay, that I’m alive? Won’t the police want to speak with us when someone eventually finds the bodies? I know that Esmerelda, one of our maids, is supposed to come by on Friday—she always does because that’s the big cleaning day before the weekend—and she has a key...” she stated resignedly before a look of horror popped onto her pretty face. “Wait! Will ... will that ... that awful beast go after my other relatives too? Oh, my God! What if they’re being killed right now! I have to warn them!” she ranted, working herself into a panic as she reflexively hugged her pink unicorn tightly to her ample bosom.

“Angie! Calm down, Honey! I’m sure that your other relatives are just fine, stop worrying! I think that it was just your place that whatever it was was interested in. You can call them in a few days after we leave Boston. When you talk to them, tell them that you’re safe and that you’ve gone into hiding until whoever killed your family is caught.”

Tingle.

“Okay,” she sighed as relief flooded over her face at hearing my words.

Aww, Jeez! Why don’t you just get down on one knee and beg for her forgiveness? Stop trying to coddle them, for fuck’s sake! Just tell her what she is and what you want from her. Why beat around the bush? She doesn’t even have one! She shaves! She hates you; stop trying to make nice. You want to know what the worst part for her is? It’s the fact that she liked it when you fucked her ass even though she knows that you made her do it. She can’t change how you made her enjoy it, and even though she can rationalize what happened to her in her mind, she can’t unlike the actual act, but she despises you for making her do it. Just like the mob guys in the movies like to say—CAPISH?! Now just fucking tell her that she’s going to get slammed in both her sweet little pussy and her tight sexy little ass whenever you feel like it, and that’s it!

<Why are you so adamant that I ride roughshod over their feelings all the fucking time? I know that you have an anal fixation, but why are you such an asshole about things like this? Jesus fucking Christ! Can’t I at least try and treat them with respect? What’s wrong with that? They’re Human beings, dammit!>

And here, I thought that you had actually turned a new leaf today! I like that saying, by the way—I really love the adages you’ve created here on Earth ... Anyway, I digress. Look, you really want to know why I keep pressing you on that? It’s because, in a war, you can’t stop to consider people’s feelings; the time it takes to do so could mean the death of you, a loved one, or an innocent.

I’m riding your ass so that you learn to act first and consider feelings after. I get how you treat the ones that you’re in love with, and to be honest, I’d pretty much treat them the same. Well, except I’d do a little more ordering around with your gift. You need to toughen up and fast. You did good today—exceedingly well, in fact. I’m not prepared to let up on you, though; it’s pedal to the metal, keep your head bent down, and we’re going in at ramming speed, so full speed ahead, m’boy!

You know how you fucked Melissa and then fucked Angie? You need to do that a lot more often. Take strange woman wherever you meet them and nail ‘em at your whim! None of this—oh, but would you mind so very much if I stick my dick inside of you? See, I, err, I have these special powers, and well, I need to use your wet little snatch to recharge. You don’t mind, do you?—Fuck no! Take ‘em, make ‘em, and if necessary, break ‘em! You need to flex your mind, get creative, learn the intricacies of your power, create scenarios where you get what you want without them ever being aware of what you did.

Right now, every time that you’ve needed to use your power reflexively to counter a dangerous situation, you’ve done it with overkill. That m’boy can leave you critically low on energy and could conceivably kill you. In a nutshell, you need practice. You have no clue how many innocent lives are riding on us being successful. In the scheme of things, whether you nail some married woman’s pussy or take a virgin’s hymen away, it’s all meaningless.

I NEED to be resurrected; this war has to end so that lives can be saved! Sex is a means to an end for you right now, and at some point, your hesitance to dominate people is going to stop us dead in our tracks. If you don’t crawl out of the moral box that you’ve contained yourself in, you might as well just get a gun and put a bullet in everybody’s head and then do yourself in a murder-suicide! Because honestly, that would be less cruel than what’s coming if you aren’t serious about fighting.

<I am very serious about fighting! Dammit, Malachar, you KNOW that I am; you can read me! I just don’t have it in me to be so selfish with the people that I care about!>

Tell you what, m’boy, you can make this very easy on yourself. Ask Angie to tell you the top ten worst things that she’s ever done in her life. See what she has to say. It will be her own mind that condemns her, so you can be sure that it will be accurate. It’ll make it very easy to take her and use her as a cum bucket after you see what she’s done. Besides, she’s never going to be a mate for you or a part of your group marriage that you’ve got going on. You’re not going to fall in love and have two point two kids and a white picket fence. You already have the women that you need; the rest is just fluff. Useful and fun fluff, but at the end of the day, just fluff.

Sigh. <Yeah, I guess I can see what you mean. It’s hard for me to wrap my head around it. I’m so used to being considerate of other people’s feelings; it’s how I was raised. To be polite, to ask first, to get consent, and to do anything else goes against my nature. I’ll admit, though—when I found out that Melissa was a cheater, it turned me on like mad because it gave me the excuse that I needed to use her, and that whole scene was hot!>

Yeah, it was! Marvin was a beast! I’d love to watch him work his king dong it into some tight snatch again, or better yet, into a tight puckered asshole!

<Yikes! He’d probably kill the poor girl if he stuffed that monster up her ass!> I proclaimed with a laugh.

Back to what you were saying, I know how you were raised, and there’s nothing wrong with any of that in polite society. Now, though, you need to be the drill sergeant, you need to be the starving man stealing the proverbial loaf of bread to feed his family; you need to be ruthless. Take what you need, when you need it, and don’t hesitate; hesitation kills. I’ll make a deal with you, treat your Mom, Abby, Heather, Sheila, Maria, and even Stacy—if that floats your boat—how you’d want to treat everyone else. Respect them, love them, be kind and generous, even let them have some input now and then, but DON’T extend that courtesy to anyone else. Besides, just because you may be taking what you want and bending people to your will, that doesn’t mean that you can’t make them like it. After all, you made Marvin, Melissa, and Angie love it.

Your mistake with Angie was letting her see what you were doing. If you had just told her to go wait within her room for you and then did her ass in private, plus said the right words to her, she’d be more than happy with you right now. She’d definitely not be hating you. In the end, though, it doesn’t matter at all, not one whit. Whatever she may feel about you deep inside, you’re going to make her like fucking you anyways. She may hate you, but she’ll love the sex. Don’t forget that while you may not be able to make her like you, you can get her to like the others. Abby might be an issue though, your power won’t make her like Angie any more than it will make Angie like you.

<So if I start acting selfish, taking what I want, when I want, from who I want, then you’ll leave me alone when it comes to how I treat my girls?>

That’s the deal, plus you take advantage of pretty little asses when you get the chance, you know, like banging a check-out girl in the manager’s office or a waitress in the bathroom, that kinda shit.

<Fine. Done.>

Yeah, good, but there’s a bit more to what I want from you other than you just getting laid whenever you can. As much as I love it, that’s actually not the point. You need to start using your magic on guys too, and no, not to fuck their assholes, to get things. Money, cars, use them as distractions, even as just dumb jokes. I don’t care what you do; I just want you practicing all the time, and I want you fucking pussy regularly to recharge. No more of this—I’m too depressed to get laid bullshit.

I mean that last part, Jake. I don’t care if you just waded through a pile of mutilated corpses up to your waist; I want you ready to fuck as soon as you can to recharge. I’ll assist; you know that I can always help you to get in the mood. You’re getting stronger mentally, though, and you overrode the lust that I created in you the other day. Incidentally, that was impressive because you really shouldn’t have been able to do so. Your magical strength is growing, yet I have no clue as to what type of user you are.

Anyway, back to what I was saying, you’ve been failing to see the big picture, Jake, m’boy. You have a potential army around you at all times—that is, if you wield your magic intelligently and efficiently. Imagine if you were being chased through a public venue. How many people could you use? A quick blast of Eruxis to the people your passing, telling them to grab the guy chasing you because he’s—oh, I don’t know, let’s say a child rapist or a wife-beater, it doesn’t matter. The point is that you have unlimited resources. Well, almost; your imagination and power levels would be your only restrictions. You could even use random strangers as Human shields if necessary. Trust me when I say that your life is vastly more important at this point. So stew on that for a while.

<Damn—I never thought of using the power in that way ... Okay, I’m in. You’ve convinced me, Malachar. After all the shit that I’ve seen over the past three days ... I’m done arguing. I want to live, I want my family to live, and that includes all of my girls and Billy—I love them all. Throw in Angie too, she might never be one of my main girls, but she’ll most likely be more than just a fuck toy. From now on, I’ll do what needs to be done with no hesitation, no more bitching, and no more whining. I’m stubborn, but I realize that you’ve lived through shit like this. You know what I’m up against, so from this moment on, I’m your pupil.>

Shit, Jake, m’boy, you’re going to make me cry!

<Really?>

No. But I loved the mental image that you just produced when I said that. Seriously, though, that’s the best decision that you could’ve made if you want to win.

“ ... zoned out again, he does this shit all the time, and it’s fucking annoying as all hell!” Abby grumped.

“Yeah, but it’s not his fault, Abs! Don’t be mean. He doesn’t want to ignore you; he just doesn’t want to listen to you because you’re so full of hot air!” Heather giggled.

“Why, you little shit! Come here! I’m gonna tickle you to death for that, Goldilocks!”

I watched for a second as Abby tackled Heather back onto the narrow bed and attacked her ribs.

“Oww! Watch it! Settle down, you two! You’re still able to go over my knee, you know!” our Mom grouched as she grabbed at her thigh in pain where Heather had elbowed her by accident.

“Hey, enough of that, we need to get serious, and right now...”

We had eight people crammed into a single bed motel room—it was time to hit the road. Maria and Angie were leaning against the wall because there was no spot for them to sit down, and Sheila was sitting on the toilet; she was just staring at me through the bathroom door.

“Oooh, he’s rejoined the land of the living,” Abby snorted, but she stopped tickling Heather and sat back up. “Heather and Sheila want to know what happened, well probably Maria does too, but she’s been as quiet as a mouse,” Abs smiled over at her disarmingly, “and you’ve been a space case for the past five minutes.”

“Sorry,” I shrugged. “Here’s the deal, a werewolf attacked Angie’s family and friends; it killed everyone in her house except for her...”

“A what!?” both Kelly and Sheila gasped incredulously at the same time.

“Holy shit, a werewolf?! You said a werewolf attacked her family?” screeched Heather as she looked up at me in shock. “Th-their real!?”

“Mi Gato? Serious? Dios mío!” Maria squeaked out as she rapidly made the sign of the cross.

Abby just stared at me, dumbfounded, waiting for me to answer Heather’s disbelieving question.

<Well, I guess we found something else besides sex that makes Maria emotional.> I thought wryly.

Yeah, so buy a Halloween mask and just scare the piss out of her when she’s starting to get into one of her funks; you’d probably love the show.

<Dude, you really need to work on your laugh; it really is creepy. Badman with candy in a schoolyard creepy!> I laughed. <Anyway, maybe I should use my power to get them to stop interrupting me all of the time. It’s fucking annoying.> I said half-seriously.

“Yes, werewolf! I’m deadly serious right now. It made mincemeat out of everyone in there except Angie. She was lucky enough to survive because she smartly locked herself inside of her parent’s panic room...”

I rolled my eyes as I was forced to wait for the excitement to die down again. They all immediately formed a circle around Angie, commiserating the loss of her loved ones with her. Even though I was annoyed at the interruption, I was happy to see them doing so. It boded well for her assimilation into the group. Especially seeing as how I hadn’t even used my power to facilitate that yet. I was starting to wonder if I’d ever get to complete a sentence again—that part was getting frustrating.

I waited semi-impatiently for them to finish expressing their words of dismay and anger about how her family had perished in such a horrific manner. I was extremely heartened by the amount of love and support that naturally poured from my girls; it made me proud of them. Even Abby seemed to have let go of her dislike for the moment, but nobody was more expressive than my Peanut. She bear-hugged Angie and told her that she had a new family now and that she would be there for her whenever she needed it. No matter how harsh Malachar was telling me to be, I just couldn’t start with Angelica as my benchmark; it was melting my heart just to see her cry.

<Well, this experience has definitely taught me one thing, that’s for sure!>

Oh?

< Yeah, it’s that living with this many women is just like traveling with a gaggle of geese! I mean, how do they even understand each other when they’re all jabbering at once like that?>

I’ve lived and been dead for over six thousand years, and I am still no closer to understanding the female sex! They are an enigma, wrapped within a riddle, hidden inside a maze, and shrouded by mystery! If you ever manage to figure them out, then you’ll become a living god, and men everywhere will fall to their knees to worship you.

<Fuck, I just had a horrible fucking thought!>

What?

<We’re not going to have enough seats in the mini-van! I’m going to end up driving a fucking bus!>

Are you really complaining about having more pussy?

<What? I’m very serious! Dude, it’s not funny! Stop laughing!>

After another five minutes of watching my girls do their sorrowful welcoming dance, I wolf-whistled to get their attention. I wanted out of there twenty minutes ago. I was decidedly nervous over the fact that a werewolf was most likely hunting me. We were all in danger; the Calabrese mansion wasn’t that far from us, and who knew where the wolfman had scurried off to.

“Peanut, get a hold of Stacy, tell her that we’re on our way now. Double-check the address, oh, and she’s gonna have to sit on your sexy little lap, we’ve only got seats for eight, and now we’re nine. Ma, call the Four Seasons and find out what’s the best suite or suites that they have available. If we get more than one, then they must be next to each other and have a door that links them, or I want one of the Presidential rooms instead. We are not staying apart, not anymore; it’s too dangerous.

“Sheila, I want you to put your smarts to good use, try to think of a solution to our transportation needs; the mini-van is not going to work anymore. I really don’t want us splitting up into multiple vehicles, so see what you can brainstorm, Pumpkin. Maria, call your Mama, it’s been a couple of days, and I know she’d like to hear from you. Okay, let’s move out, but before we do, I want a private word with each of you, so talk to me one at a time in the bathroom, please, and then go wait in the hall,” I ordered.

As they visited me one by one, I used my magic to firmly cement both Angie’s and Stacy’s place within our group. Maria, Kelly, and Sheila were now exceedingly happy to have another girlfriend to fool around with, and Angie was just as eager to eat some beaver. Heather and Abby were ecstatic to know that Stacy would be completing our foursome. I decided definitively that no one would ever be added to those three; it was now a closed loop.

Surprisingly, Abby held no hatred for Angie. There was no resistance when I zapped her and ordered her to treat her like a sister now that she was one of us. I figure that her naturally kind heart must have overridden the negative feelings that she’d felt towards her since high school; I guess seeing the poor girl’s slaughtered family and the tears that followed had erased all of that history.


I pulled up in front of Stacy’s Dad’s apartment complex. We’d taken too long while running around, and she’d been forced to leave her girlfriend’s house, so she’d come back home to wait. Which was better for me anyway. I needed to set things straight with her useless drunk of a Dad, if only just to avoid unnecessary trouble down the road. They lived in a pretty rough section of town, even though it was only a few blocks from our house. It was funny how neighborhoods worked like that. Go a couple of streets heading north, and you’d be in gang territory while going a few the opposite way, and you be among houses that’d cost more than a regular person could make in a lifetime.

I stepped out into the warm summer air, glad once again for the AC in the mini-van. Heather scrambled eagerly over my seat to pop up right beside me. I chuckled at her unbridled enthusiasm; she loved her ‘bestie’—as she called her—so much that I should have just done this for her before we’d left to go to Quebec in the first place.

“Okay, Peanut, let’s go get your new sister...” I didn’t even get to finish my sentence before I had a squealing Heather wrapped around me like a second set of skin.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you sooooo so much, JJ! You’ve made me the happiest sister in the whole wide world! As glad as I was to change my attitude and become your girl, and to have my family back, and then to discover just how much me and Abs could love each other, I still really did miss Stacy, and she means the world to me! Oooh, I can’t wait, let’s go!” she demanded happily as she suddenly broke away and tugged at my hand to follow.

I’m finding more and more that I have a soft spot in my heart for your baby sister; she reminds me of my own daughter Kareena at times. I remember when she was a youngster, she would also babble on without taking a breath, especially whenever she was overly excited about something.

<I’m sorry that you lost your family, my friend. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the pain or grief.>

Thanks. Having my soul shattered has prevented me from being able to communicate with them. One of the first things I intend to do upon resurrection is to perform a ritual of astral communion.

<What! You can do that? Commune with the dead? Is that like a seance?>

Yes, of course, we can! Well, supremely powerful Magicians, Sorcerers, or Psions can, anyway. And yes, it’s like what you would call a seance except much more elaborate, and I can see them as well as hear them.

We entered the building lobby, and I wrinkled my nose as the stench of rotten food, stale cigarettes, and vomit assailed my nostrils. Stacy’s building was a disgrace. Thankfully, we didn’t have far to go because her place was on the ground floor; it was the first door on the right.

“Heather!” “Stace!” the girls squealed simultaneously as Stacy popped into the hallway from her apartment.

I smiled as I was temporarily ignored. I watched fondly as the girls smashed together into a clinging embrace. It was as if they’d thought that they’d never see each other again, but I guess that was the nature of fourteen-year-old girls.

“Hi, Stacy,” I said as I gave her my best charming smile. She’d been wary of me the last time I’d seen her, although she’d warmed up somewhat after I’d made arrangements for her to eat. Knowing that I had spanked the crap out of Heather had scared her a bit. I guess she didn’t want me to do that to her but was afraid that I would.

Her elfin face looked up at me from over Heather’s shoulder, and she flashed me a brilliant smile. Maybe she was not as wary this time around after all.

“Heya, Jake! Thanks a lot for inviting me out to dinner!” she gushed. Her bright green eyes sparkled as they caught some rays from the setting sun that was filtering through the grimy glass door. “Oh, and thank you very much for what you did for me with Mrs. Coleman. She’s a real sweetie, and man can she cook!” she told me sincerely as she broke from Heather’s embrace to skip over to me, putting her arms out for a hug.

I engulfed the little pixie into my arms; I had almost forgotten just how tiny she was. I could feel Stacy’s small, firm breasts pushing hard into my upper abs as she crushed herself to me. I breathed in deep; the pleasant smell of cinnamon coming from her silky brown hair temporarily masked the stench of her building. I’d known her forever. She used to be the shyest sweetest thing, a scrawny little toothpick that followed my baby sister everywhere.

Stacy’s Mom had abandoned her and her father when she was around ten; she’d struggled mightily with that and had become quite rebellious because of it. In fact, she had turned into a little shit, always drinking, smoking weed, and stealing. Heather claimed that she was still a virgin, that they had talked about losing it together, but that they could never find any boys that they found worthy. It’d be neat to get her cherries too. I started to get hard, thinking about how good her five-foot frame would feel as I slammed my cock into it. I bet that she only weighed around a hundred-pounds if that.

“I’m glad to have helped. I would’ve felt horrible if I thought you were starving,” I answered as I prolonged the hug. I couldn’t resist grinding my crotch into hers; I was getting super horny.

I think that my actions must’ve confused her a little because she pulled back to look up at me, puzzled. I slipped my hand down to cup one of her small but perfectly shaped asscheeks, causing her to let out a tiny gasp. Heather giggled, and I just squeezed and grinned over at her.

“Uh, Jake?” Stacy asked, perplexed, but she didn’t move to get away from my grasp.

“I’ve wanted to do that for months, ever since you started dressing sexy,” I replied huskily.

“Jake likes you, Stace! Isn’t that cool? You’ve had the biggest crush on him, since like, forever!” Heather gushed boisterously, clearly happy for her friend.

“Heather!” Stacy squealed out as she blushed a deep red.

“It’s okay. I know that you’ve been crushing on me, Stacy. I’ve been crushing on you also,” I said as I gave her a crooked smile. “I think you’re super cute and sexy, you know.”

“Really?!” she squeaked as she continued to blush prettily.

“Yes, really! Can I kiss you?” I asked as I continued to knead her sexy ass with one hand while holding her close to me with the other. My cock was starting to ache because I wanted her so bad.

“Are ... are you just messin’ with me?” she asked, looking unsure of herself. “If Heather put you up to this, I’m gonna kill her,” she vowed quietly as her eyes flicked over her shoulder to scrutinize her grinning best friend.

I was having fun not using my power on her yet. I wanted to see how far I could go without it.

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