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Mike was dead.Well, not all the way. Opening his eyes to the blinding light coming through the curtains, he realized that the sensation of death was no more than the events of the last two days catching up with him. He groaned, sliding out of bed and sitting on the floor. His legs wobbled beneath him, muscles protesting his attempts to stand. His head pounding, he stumbled into the bathroom, leaning against the bathroom sink."You're a mess this morning, aren't you?" Naia's head and shoulders were visible in the tub, her body magically hidden in three inches of water."Yeah. I feel like I have the flu." Mike stripped off his boxers, inspecting his body in the mirror. The tiny cuts were all scabbed over now, but the bruise on his hip had gotten larger, turning an ugly yellow. Some more bruises had appeared along his thighs, and his stomach muscles were sore from last night's activities. "Can I get some hot water in that thing?"Naia vanished, the tub rapidly filled with steaming water
The suds and bubble made the surface of the water impossible to see through. With a mischievous grin, Naia slid below the surface, vanishing from sight."Naia?" Emily rubbed the water from her eyes, a grin of her own forming. Sure enough, she felt them-hundreds of gentle fingers, working their way up her legs. Grabbing onto the side of the tub for support, Emily gasped as Naia's mouth navigated Emily's blonde curls beneath the water. "Oh, yes Naia!, yes!" She grabbed Naia by the back of the head, guiding her in between her legs.Naia's tongue swirled expertly in and out of Emily's snatch, fingers gently running up and down Emily's thighs. Naia broke the water's surface, kissing her way up Emily's stomach until she found her lips. Several water fingers teased Emily's pussy and ass-Emily slid up and down the tub's curved inner surface, moaning into Naia's mouth in delight.Naia broke her kiss, fixing Emily with glowing eyes. "Don't forget about me, lover.""I'm sorry, Naia." Emily's lip
Yes, please, just do it, just OH!" Garrett slid inside her, balls deep, and she came, her whole body shaking. Moaning loudly, Garrett pulled his cock back out, laughing, then pushed back into her."OH! OH YES!" She came again, her legs nearly giving out beneath her. Garrett laughed, slapping her ass as hard as he could."I knew it! I knew you were a slut!" He pounded her relentlessly, his balls beating against her like a moth against a lit porch light. "And all of your monsters, those freaky abominations inside, they will learn to fear me! I have real power now, the power to make them obey!" The magic spell he cast held strong, which meant that Emily came over and over again, her heart frantically beating just to keep up. Each orgasm piled on top of the last, waves of passion that now threatened to drown her in their magical strength. In the back of her mind, what was left of her consciousness screamed for help, realizing that her body couldn't take much more."Wait!" Garrett shoved Em
Emily stood outside the greenhouse, Garrett's dead body lying in the grass."Sweet pea!" She called, opening the door. The Mandragora vines appeared, coiling around her arms lovingly. She was covered in Garrett's blood from trying to drag his heavy ass all the way through the yard. It had taken her some time to empty his pockets-he had been traveling with so many jars and vials stored in magic, room sized pockets inside of his coat. "I have a meal for you!""Help us get rid of the trash," Abella added. She stood next to Garrett, holding his magic wand. The Mandragora slithered across the yard, wrapping gently around the dead body. A thin vine rose to shoulder height in front of Abella , who handed over the wand."Make him disappear," Emily said, wiping tears from her face. The plant wrapped several vines around the magic wand, dragging it and its owner away into the greenhouse. Emily shut the door behind it, falling to her knees. The tears came in torrents now, soaking her face."Don't
Actually, there is something." Mike carefully walked around the furniture in the room, pulling the doll from the mantle of the fireplace. He came back, handing it to her. The docile porcelain features of the doll gazed imploringly into Beth's eyes, as if it was sad to be leaving."I don't care how, just get rid of it." Beth realized that even she thought the doll was spooky. Staring into its painted eyes, she couldn't help but laugh."I'm on it. Have a good night, Mike." She left him, a stranger in a strange place, her heels clicking softly on the pavement of the sidewalk until she got to her car. Looking back, she saw Mike waving at her and gave him a wave in return. Entering her car, she contemplated the doll briefly before sitting it in the passenger seat."I don't think a seat belt is going to work for you," she informed the doll, starting up the car and pulling away. The house shrank away in her rearview mirror, a many layered mystery she was hoping to explore a bit more sometime
She opened the case, the afternoon light from her window illuminating the contents within. She sipped once more at her wine, contemplating the collection of erotic dildos inside. They weren't just ordinary dildos-each one was drastically different, meticulously crafted into odd cocks that could only be found in the kinds of fantasy novels hidden away from the public. There were six of them, organized left to right by width, and top to bottom by length.She trailed her fingers across each one, shivering in anticipation. She needed something special tonight, needed to be paralyzed with pleasure, to shake until she collapsed. She pulled out the Delightful Dragon, nine inches of solid rubber, its head half the size of her fist with large bumps all the way down."You've come to take me away to your lair, haven't you?" she whispered to it, her voice tinted with the odor of wine. Holding it in her arms, she traced all along the head of the cock with her fingers, making circles around the nub
Jenny sat patiently on the floor, hidden just behind the yoga mat Beth had rolled up after rinsing it off. Her head slightly tilted, Jenny was facing the mirror."What the fuck?" Beth rescued Jenny. How had the doll gotten down there? Staring at the spot on the shelves, her mind turned over the idea that Jenny had fallen under the bed, rolled forward, then had been pushed upright when Beth had stowed away the yoga mat. While not impossible, it was highly implausible.But it sure beat the hell out of the idea that the doll had moved itself. Beth put Jenny back on the shelf, casting a wary eye upward as she stacked the pillows behind her back. She tapped her way through several chapters before letting out a huge yawn. Sliding beneath her sheets, she rubbed her belly gently with one hand as she dozed off.-"You can have an attorney read these over first. I prefer that you would, actually. There isn't any hurry-now that we have an heir, the clock sort of resets for a bit." She set the pe
Beth let her hand run across the skin of her belly, finding the soft folds between her legs. There was no preamble, no desire for prolonged pleasure. She wanted to get off, to feel her body tense up and then release, let her emotions flow away from her like water. She used two fingers, tugging at the skin just above her clit, the sensation of her labia pulled tight sending sparks to her spinal cord. Letting out tiny grunts, she closed her eyes, circling her fingers at an increasing pace, her cheeks and chest flushed with heat. She set down the wine, using her other hand to squeeze her breasts, imagining Mike's hand in place of hers.What about him had changed? He looked no different, yet was somehow affixed to her consciousness. In her fantasy, he knelt between her legs, his tongue tickling her inner folds, teasing out another gasp. Her fingers pressed harder, occasionally pinching the skin and letting her clit pop in and out of its hood. Fantasy Mike traced her vaginal opening with h
The seizures are growing more frequent and getting worse. I have headaches and I'm so tired all time. All I want to do is sleep. My short-term memory doesn't work so well nowadays so I had to go back and watch what I had recorded."So, I wanted you and I didn't want to hurt you, but I did hurt you. That day in the coffee shop you were incredibly brave in trying to tell me how you felt. In my panic I lashed out and I'm afraid I may have permanently damaged our relationship. The next several weeks were especially bad for seizures and tremors. I ignored your calls and texts because I couldn't think coherently and I didn't want you to see me like that."When I felt better I went to the computing center, saw the pain etched on your face and I knew I had finally succeeded in driving you away. I couldn't let you go, though, and I had to have you one last time. Maybe a more accurate way to say it would be 'one first time.' Despite all my blunt talk about sex I was no more experienced than you
That was the question I was dreading most. I didn't want to lie to Nico but I didn't want to tell the truth, either. At least, not the whole truth. "It went pretty well. She seemed happy when I left." Nico nodded thoughtfully. Finally I asked, "Do you want to hear about it?"She shook her head. "No, I don't think so." She frowned at the floor. "You really want to quit?""This whole thing has grown out of control. I can't do it anymore. It's not what I want."Nico nodded but didn't argue with me like I had expected. "I guess that's that." She grew quiet, as if having an internal debate, before she asked, "How long is your break?""At least another ten minutes. Why?""I was thinking we could have one last time together before the school year ended. What do you say?"I thought of Kelly and my immediate thought was, no. But then I realized that for the first time Nico was asking me, not telling me, and I glimpsed a hint of pleading in her eyes so I relented. "Okay. What do you want to do?
Nico punished me by not returning my calls and texts for almost a week. When she did finally contact me she made no mention of what I had said. Instead, she had set me up with another client for the following Saturday. Nico also told me she wouldn't be there as she had to go home for the weekend. I took it to mean she was still mad. The lead weight in my stomach grew heavier and sank lower. I wasn't interested in seeing a client but I really didn't have a choice. Nico expected me to go and, of course, I always did what she said.Promptly at nine, I put my game face on and knocked on the door of an off-campus apartment on the south side of town. The client, Kelly, had wavy, shoulder-length strawberry-blond hair, a round face, and large blue eyes. Grey sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt masked the shape of her body. All I knew was that she was only a few inches shorter than me. Kelly smiled nervously, biting her lower lip, as she invited me in. I kicked off my shoes and followed her dow
We had a few more clients in January and February and by early March we were averaging almost one a week. Each girl was different and each girl was special in their own way. My favorites were the introverts like Sara who couldn't speak in an audible voice or look me in the eye but once we were alone transformed into a feral ball of lust. These encounters were exciting, unpredictable, terrifying, and draining. Their energy and enthusiasm was always matched and sometimes exceeded by Nico, as if she was somehow competing against them.Only once did I back out and that was because the girl was falling down drunk when we showed up at her place. Three days later we met again and everything worked out great. By late March I had been with more girls than any guy I knew. Nico's plan was working just like she planned: The girls were happy, I was meeting new people, and Nico and I both enjoyed what we had termed 'the debriefing.' The only problem was that although I enjoyed being with these girl
Sometime later I dreamed Nico was straddling me, facing away. She was rubbing the tip of my cock slowly back and forth along her slit until it slid slowly inside. Her hips moved slowly up and down, soft grunts punctuating every downward stroke. In my dream I was immobile, unable to use my hands to clutch at her flesh. I'm not sure if I wanted to stop her in order to protect her or to help her body move against mine. Nico leaned forward and raised her hips until just the tip of my cock remained inside her. Her body bounced lightly in short strokes, her cunt gripping the ridge of my head. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my body.I awoke to find my tongue buried in her cunt and my cock buried in her mouth. Her body shuddered above me, driving her sex hard against my mouth. I came long and hard, my fingers digging into her buttocks. Moments later she came, my seed spilling from her mouth as she cried out, pooling on my stomach. Her body slipped off mine and we slept again.In the grey
Her hips ground against me in short, sharp, rapid thrusts, the intense friction building to a breaking point. My body trembled and tensed and I grunted with every thrust. Sudden warmth flooded my crotch as I came. Nico drove on, trying in vain to reach orgasm but eventually slowing to a stop as I softened under her.She stood up and fingered the wet spot on her jeans, satisfied. "I'm going back to my room to masturbate. Maybe this time I'll get my whole fist in. I'll see you Saturday night." Before I could say goodnight she was gone. I spent the next hour touching things on my desk to ensure Nico's safety.By the weekend I was a nervous wreck and could hardly keep any food down. The anxiety of meeting someone new and the pressure I felt to perform were wreaking havoc on my body. On Saturday evening Nico found me curled up on my bed. She stroked my head and slowly coaxed me first to a sitting, then to a standing position until she had me walking out the door. We held hands all the way
One Saturday night I was working a shift at the central campus computing lab. A handful of students were well spread out in the lab, making for a rather dull night. That's the way I liked it as I could get my homework done and get paid for it. My coworker and I sat in the Pit, an ironic name for the raised circular workspace overlooking the lab. The Pit was also a convenient barrier between me and the students. Nico walked up and leaned over the counter at me. "How late you working tonight?" she asked in a hushed tone. The purple streak in her hair was now bright green. I wondered briefly if her pubic hair matched."Until 2AM. Sorry."She frowned and looked around the mostly empty lab before asking, "How many of them do you think are watching porn right now and mentally frigging themselves?" I shot a look at my coworker but he had headphones on and was engrossed in a movie. I moved away from him and Nico followed along the outer perimeter. "There aren't that many people here but I bet
Nico, you have to get back before curfew," I said softly. She mumbled an acknowledgement and pulled me into bed, her buttocks pressing up against my growing erection. We lay there for several minutes, me lightly stroking her hair. At last she rose from the bed and dressed.She looked me steadily in the eye. "I can't have a boyfriend.""I know," I said. "Come on, I'll walk you back to your dorm."This time, I remembered to get her phone number.The next evening we were sitting in a booth at a busy coffee shop. Alternative music played overhead as students studied and writers pretended to write the great American novel on their laptops. I'm not the type to go out in public but Nico had succeeded in dragging me out of my room. I surreptitiously tapped the handle of my mug the correct number of times before I drank. Nico took a sip of her coffee and carefully set it down."How come you don't have a girlfriend?"The question caught me off guard. I thought for a minute then shrugged. It cou
When I came to my senses Nico had me by my hair and was twisting my head painfully to the side. Tremors rolled through her body and she looked down at me triumphantly. Her face was flush and sweat beaded on her forehead. With a crooked smile she pushed me away playfully in an odd display of affection. I wiped my face with my shirt and realized my erection was back.Nico looked at the clock and bolted from the bed. "Shit! My curfew is in ten minutes!"I couldn't believe my ears. "You live in Mother Mary?" I teased. She shot me a dangerous look as she smoothed down her skirt. To make up for the slight I offered to walk her back.We hustled across campus to Mary Hall, the lone all-women dorm on campus. Also known as Mother Mary, the Nunnery, or, more crudely, the Virgin Vault, it was the only dorm that had a curfew. A favorite of over-protective parents to guard their daughters against all the evils of college life, it was also the only dorm with a waiting list. We got to the front doors