[Stormrazor]

Disclaimer:

This is a story I have been working on for a bit now. I am by no means anything save a rank amateur when it comes to writing, but I keep plugging at it hoping to improve my skills. This is a story which contains supernatural control over people (which when you boil it down is non-consensual sex, mostly male dominant). So if that bothers you read no further.

The first installment might be a bit boring as there is no sex yet. But trust me it will come quickly.


Feedback and constructive critique is very welcome.

Please let me know if you would like this story to continue.

EDIT: Ok, I think this is a good stopping point for the time being. I know there was a lot of setup to get through, but I managed to get to some sex eventually.

Hopefully you have enjoyed it thus far.

This post has been edited by Stormrazor: 09 June 2010 - 04:50 PM

[Stormrazor]

"They say that no good deed goes unpunished. Though for those who may learn of my story, and of the power I was given, it may not seem much of a punishment. However there is another saying, or rather a law, which states for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. A yin for every yang. In such a way, my gift was in equal measures a curse. "

Excerpt from the diary of Devon Scott




Devon was in his mid forties when his life was remarkably and irrevocably changed. Prior to that time there was not much remarkable to tell about him. He was no more, and no less than an average American male living a life mapped out by society. Educated, and working for a large corporation, another faceless cog in the giant machine. Married and divorced twice – most recently in a bitter split that left a bad taste in his mouth and a virtually non-existent sex drive. He had vowed to never deal with a relationship again.

Devon had tried hard to be a good husband, but he always felt something missing in him which ultimately doomed his efforts. He was not particularly religious, though he certainly liked to think he held himself to a moderately high standard of morality, ex-wife's opinion non-withstanding. Thanks to daily trips to the gym he took a general pride in his physique, but his average height, light brown hair and darker brown eyes made him blend in. Nothing remarkable at all.

That was to change on an early September night. Devon was hiking back down to his car from a weekend of hermit like solitude camping in the Rocky Mountain back country. He would never forget that night, as he had gotten a late start down the mountain and found himself still only half way down the trail by the time the sun had set. He remembered the night being mild, and well lit by the full moon. The air was very still, as if nature was holding her breath.

Moving easily down the moonlit trail, Devon noticed a flickering light as he topped a ridge. It was perhaps 200 yards off the main trail in what appeared to be a clearing in the trees. Judging from the way the light was shifting there was little doubt the source was a large campfire. That conclusion caused a bit of a pause in Devon. This part of the forest was very rarely traveled, especially at this time of year, and the late summer forest was dry as tinder.

Quietly striding along the ridge to get a better look, he confirmed that it was indeed a large bonfire. Several figures, small dark silhouettes against the bright flames, were arranged in a circle about it. Relieved that at least the fire was attended, even though it was a bad idea this time of year, Devon turned to head back towards the trail. As he did however, he heard a woman's terrified short cry.

His heart thumping, Devon shrugged off his pack and moved quietly through the trees toward the camp, hoping that whoever these people were they were playing some sort of practical joke on the woman. As much as he would like to convince himself that was the case and keep going down the trail, Devon was not the kind of person who could turn a blind eye without making sure.

Before long he was within thirty yards of the clearing, and a cold sweat formed on his brow. If this was some sort of prank it was elaborate as hell. Half a dozen figures were garbed in dark crimson hooded robes, and they were swaying back and forth in the circle about the fire, their female voices chanting in a language Devon couldn't recognize.

Circling the clearing a bit, he saw what must have been the leader of the robed women, standing behind a large low flat slab of rock. Unlike the others her robe was pulled open to reveal her hairless naked body beneath. Glistening sweat reflected off her swaying breasts as she led the chant. But it was what was lying on the rock slab that drew Devon's attention most, and chilled him to the bone. A young woman, naked, bound and gagged in a fetal position.

Devon stood frozen unsure of what to do, watching as the woman appeared to be calling out to something. He could feel power in the air, palpable, growing, making the hairs on his body stand up. It was not until the leader of the group drew a dagger from her robe, holding it over the helpless girl on the stone, that Devon finally acted. And when he did so, it was by instinct. He simply ran forward, as fast as his legs could propel him.

Before the women in the circle had time to react he was past them, his focus on the descending dagger. The air seemed to howl as he plunged on, ducking his head, his shoulder slamming hard into the knife holding leader, knocking her off her feet, the dagger flying free of her hand and hitting the ground with a soft thump.

The panicked scream of the leader cut short as her wind was knocked out. The surprised cries of the other women were barely audible above the howling of power in the clearing, scattering them. Struggling for breath, Devon crawled off the leader and to the alter where the terrified girl lay bound, her blue eyes wide with terror. As he did so, a large shadow passed over him and he instinctively shielded the girl with his body.

An unearthly howl of anger assaulted Devon's senses, forcing him to close his eyes in pain. Soon, the cries of surprise from the women turned into blood chilling screams heard even above the howling wind. Devon could not say how long the horrible sounds went on, but it seemed like an eternity before it stopped.

Lifting his head cautiously, Devon opened his eyes. The bonfire had been snuffed out like a candle. Of the robed women there was no trace. Only he and the bound girl remained in the clearing, soft moonlight bathing them, along with a sweet cool breeze. Heart hammering, Devon managed to find the dagger in the grass, and cut the now unconscious girl loose from the leather straps binding her.

As he was about to lift her from the stone, the moonlight in the clearing grew brighter and Devon startled as a gentle female voice spoke. "Who are you, man, to have interrupted those who would call upon my power in the ancient ways?"

Devon swallowed hard and looked up. Before him, glowing in the moonlight was a woman of indescribable beauty. Her nearly translucent body shimmered, a gossamer gown flowing over but not concealing her dark areolae or the triangle between her creamy thighs. Her skin was glowing bluish white, and her hair was loose and flowing like a silver stream. He felt he really must be dreaming all of this. The robed women, the sacrifice, and now this. "Devon.." He answered as one might in a dream.

"Devon.." She repeated his name as if tasting it "Do you know what you have done?"

Devon shook his head slowly "She.. was in danger.. I couldn't let them hurt her"

The ephemeral vision of beauty smiled though her eyes were hard. "They sought to call upon me as it was in times before, through the blood of sacrifice, to claim some of my power for themselves. It is an unwelcome call that I cannot ignore. You broke the ritual and they paid for that with their lives."

Her words began to sink into him.. his action, his protecting the girl had doomed them? "I didn't know.." his voice came out as a mere whisper.

The goddess, for there was no other word that fit her, looked at him her eyes softening to deep pools of moonlight. "Do not trouble yourself, Devon. They wished my power for no noble purpose, and were willing to kill an innocent to obtain it. You have done me and your world a great deed. Though I am afraid you will forever be marked by the action you have taken this night."

Devon shook his head as if trying to wake from a dream. "I don't understand.. what do you mean.. marked?" he finally managed.

"Once I am summoned, I must bestow the power that I was called upon for. It cannot be otherwise, though it is a burden you may not wish. I must trust in your nature to do more good than harm with it."

"What power?" Devon asked, his mind still reeling from trying to take all of this in.

"It is better that I not tell you. You shall learn of it on your own soon enough." She said simply.

Devon wanted to ask a million questions, but instead he looked down at the girl who had woken and now clung to him, silently weeping against his chest. "What about her?"

"She is mine for now, Devon. Fear not, for she will not come to harm. You will come to understand that she is very precious to me." So saying, a beam of moonlight bathed the girl and both she and the ethereal woman slowly faded away. Devon was left speechless in the clearing, the dagger held tightly in his hand the only evidence the event had happened at all.

Devon never spoke to anyone about what had happened that night. After all who would believe him? In fact if it were not for the dagger he would not have believed it himself. He still kept it with him, though the power the goddess supposedly granted him didn't seem to make his life any different.

He went back to his routine, and had mostly forgotten about it, until a month later.

This post has been edited by Stormrazor: 07 June 2010 - 05:08 PM

[Sickpuppy]

i'm hooked, cant wait for the next one, I'll have popcorn waiting

[Stormrazor]

Devon was picking up the paper from his driveway on an overcast and crisp autumn morning when he heard the sound of a moving van pull up across the street. The “For Sale” sign had been marked with a “Sold” tag for a few weeks now, and he was curious to see who had bought the old house. A bright yellow Miata pulled into the driveway. He was a little disappointed. His son was grown, but it would have been nice to see a young family move into the neighborhood. Families didn't usually own two-seater sport cars, though.

On the plus side, the woman driving it was enjoyable to look at. She emerged from the car, tousled auburn waves tumbling to her shoulders, porcelain skin gleaming in the early morning light. She wore a snug baby blue sweater that hugged her petite curves in all the right places. He found himself standing still, newspaper dangling in his hand, staring at her. She turned and caught him watching her, and lifted a hand with an impish grin.

Suddenly becoming aware of how he must look in his gray sweats, t-shirt and robe, he flushed a bit. Waving back and mustering a returning smile, he told himself that he should go over, introduce himself and help her out later. She turned away from him and went to help the two burly men with the truck. Gripping the newspaper, Devon headed back into the house.

A few hours and several Saturday chores later he managed to let the new neighbor slip from his mind. He was just about to sit down in front of the TV when the door bell rang.

He answered the door to find his new neighbor standing there with a look of helpless exasperation in her hazel eyes. His heart thumped heavily in his chest once before settling back to a normal rhythm. He felt a long forgotten stirring in his loins, surprising him.

“I'm sorry to bother you,” she said apologetically, “but there’s something wrong with the heater in the house. I think maybe the furnace didn’t get turned on, and I don’t really know how to check it. Do you think you could take a look at it for me, or do you have the number for somebody who works on Saturdays?” She sounded embarrassed.

It was hard not to stare at her moderate sized but firm breasts in the snug sweater. They looked even nicer up close. “Of course,” he said, a bit embarrassed himself. He enjoyed pretty women as much as the next man, but up until now he hadn't been int the habit of staring at their tits.

“Thanks. I really appreciate it. I’m just worried about gas leaking or something and I want to get it taken care of before tonight. I called the real estate agent, but she's not returning my call.” It seemed to all spill out but she stopped herself . “Oh geeze, I'm sorry. I'm Jen. Your new neighbor. Which… is pretty obvious, I guess.”

He grinned. Nothing like a woman in peril to make a man feel like a white knight. “Sure, let me grab my tools. And I'm Devon.”

“Thanks, Devon” she smiled. He grabbed his toolbox out of the garage and followed her across the street.

Despite his better intentions he could not seem to pull his eyes free from her ass. Nice and round and filling her jeans enticingly. Devon forced his eyes up as Jen led him into the house.

Stepping inside, Devon saw the usual clutter of boxes and furniture wrapping of a new move, and was grateful he wasn’t the one doing the moving.

“Sorry about the mess,” she said, picking her way across the room.

“No worries,” he assured her. “Looks like you got it all in pretty quickly. Which is good, since we may get snow tonight.” He felt a little foolish for saying that. Of course they would have moved everything in before night. That’s what the moving van guys were hired to do.

“Yeah,” she said, leading him down the stairs to the basement, but staying very close to him. Close enough to feel her warmth and to catch her quick glances at him a slight flush in her cheeks. “Another good reason to make sure the heat works,” she smiled, almost demurely, Devon thought.

“Here it is,” she said, opening the door to the small room housing it and the water heater. She moved in and kneeling down next to the furnace looked into it, showing a lot more cleavage in the process. Her breasts seemed even bigger, straining against her bra and the tight sweater. Good lord, he needed to get his head in the game. “I don't see the little flame inside,” she said, her voice breaking his guilty thoughts. “Isn't there supposed to be one?”

Kneeling down beside her, he took a look. The gas had clearly been turned off at the furnace and the pilot was out. Those thoughts were only registered in passing though, as being this close to Jen he caught her scent. It was unlike any smell he had ever encountered. The only thing he could describe it as was dark velvet and lavender. It was heady, and he felt himself looking at her swaying breasts again as if mesmerized.

Her voice almost seemed husky in the close area. “Can you fix it?”

Devon desperately wanted in that moment to reach out and take those swelling mounds. Rip off her sweater, forcing her to the cold concrete floor, taking a fist full of her hair and fucking her mouth. A deep, sharp stab of guilt suddenly shot through him. What the hell? Rocking back on his heels unsteadily he flicked on the gas and pressed the electric ignition, causing the pilot to flare to life. “There... All fixed now” he said, and backed quickly out of the closet and away from her. “I need to get back home.”

Jen looked a bit surprised and taken aback. But she was also clearly flushed, her nipples were taught beneath the sweater and her breathing was rapid and shallow. “Can I offer you something? I've got, uh, milk and pretzels.”

“Uh no.. I mean that isn't necessary. Just glad I could help” Devon muttered.

“Well, I really appreciate it,” she said, leading him back upstairs. She looked a bit embarrassed. If she’d known what had gone through his head, he expected she’d look more than embarrassed. Hell, he was embarrassed enough for the both of them.

“Thanks again,” she said, as he nearly fled out the door, returning home.

Devon found himself for the rest of the day and evening going over his encounter with Jen. His reaction to her had been so visceral. Even now he could picture her in his imagination, bent over some packing boxes, her jeans slipped down, her bare ass waving in the air as she looked back at him with those eyes, pleading him to fuck her. She just seemed to ooze sensuality and femininity.

His reaction was even more puzzling after the bitter divorce had been finalized two months ago. His libido had been tamped down and replaced by more constructive outlets. The best outlet he'd found was the gym. His middle age body had responded very well to the almost fanatical visits, to the point of ego-boosting jealousy from some of the younger guys. The best part was that between work and working out, he had no time left over for a relationship. Bachelorhood suited him just fine.

So why was he letting this woman get to him?

[Stormrazor]

The next day he headed to the gym, figuring that, if anything, would put the whole incident behind him. Fortunately all was quiet at the neighbor's house as he slipped out and drove to the familiar old building. He loved the place, even though it didn't smell that great and was far from modern. He loved it because the people who went there were there to mainly workout, rather than socialize. On the other hand, there was also Brenda. She was one of the few exceptions to his “no socializing while working out” rule. She was safely married – with kids – and just as serious about getting fit as he was, although she grumbled a lot more. She called herself “a work in progress” and preferred a place that wasn't a meat market. He found he looked forward to having somebody to talk to and banter with, and if there was some innocent flirting, each of them stayed well-clear of crossing the line.

Devon figured her husband was a pretty lucky guy. Brenda had that flawless pale complexion that he liked, with long curly brunette hair that she usually pulled back into a pony tail for working out, and light blue green eyes. He couldn't say much about her body except that she seemed full-figured, which she covered with baggy sweats and shirts at the gym. He'd wondered about it, of course, but for the most part he had shied away from it. Even with the safety factor, there was no sense in tempting fate.

After a quick trip to the gym's locker room he was out on the floor pumping iron. He was so focused that he didn't register Brenda coming up to him.

“Hey,” she said, picking up her weights. It took Devon a minute to register that something was different about her today. Instead of the formless gray t-shirt, she was wearing a black sports bra which revealed a healthy amount of cleavage. She was also wearing black tights that showed sexy wider hips and a nice, rounded ass. He felt his pulse quicken. Damn, she looks good.

“What?” she challenged him, her face flushing as Devon's eyes roamed her body. “Um.. you gonna close your mouth, or are you going for the hungry fish award?”

“Um..” he managed. “Wow, Brenda.. you look.. “

“Hot?” she grinned, a bit embarrassed, “That IS what you meant to say, right? Because usually I wear the sweats over it, but I spent way too many hours sweating getting to the point I could actually wear this.” He just looked at her, the tumble of words not really registering, and she shook her head, still embarrassed. “I've actually had it for awhile,” she admitted. “I guess I just felt like trying something different this morning.” She glanced around, her cheeks reddened. “Though I feel a bit self conscious. Maybe I should put the shirt on, at least...” She grabbed it from the bench and started to pull it over her head.

“No, don't,” he said suddenly, making her pause. She looked at him uncertainly a moment, then slowly dragged it back off and put it on the bench.

“Are you sure?” she asked. “It's not too... meat market-y?”

Devon swallowed, shifting as his cock began to stir beneath his sweats. “Yeah. You definitely look hot. But not in a meat market-y way.” Great, there goes my focus for the workout.

Brenda smiled, looking more comfortable. “Thanks. You're looking studly as always, of course. Got a girlfriend yet?” She smiled at their running joke and went off to start her workout. Devon stared after her, watching her ass, imagining how it would feel in his hands as he grabbed it firmly to fuck her, those soft tits swaying with each heavy thrust. Good god, what has gotten into me lately? Forcing his eyes away, he attacked the weights as if to purge those thoughts.

Two hours later he said goodbye to Brenda, his limbs feeling a bit leaden, but pumped from the good workout. While he wasn't exactly focused with Brenda in that outfit, it certainly inspired him to push a lot harder than he usually did. He was looking forward to a long hot shower when he got home.

Pulling into the driveway, Devon could not remember feeling so horny. It didn't help that he spotted Jen sorting through boxes in her open garage. Today she was dressed in the same tight fitting jeans, but had on a pink sweatshirt, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She gave him a smile and a wave, then bent over to examine a box, her ass on display. His mind flashed back to his thoughts of yesterday, and what her ass would look like bent over, her pants around her ankles. He felt his cock thickening in his workout shorts, and he quickly moved inside and headed straight for the shower.

Soon, Devon was in the shower, feeling the warm water loosening his muscles. Running the soap over his muscular frame, he let his mind wander. He pictured her once again in his mind, auburn hair hanging down but not covering nicely shaped tits. He imagined her in a red blouse, with no bra on, open so low he could see her dark aureoles and hard nipples, swaying enticingly as she moved. He saw her kneel before him, opening that blouse and cupping them, before they were wrapped around his cock. Closing his eyes as he imagined the scene, his soapy hand moved down to his thick hard cock gently stroking it. He groaned as he imagined her pink tongue laving at the head of his cock with each thrust between her soft mounds. That husky voice of hers telling him to shoot his seed all over her tits and face. That was all it took as his body stiffened in the shower, a loud groan accompanying jets of hot cum.

Gasping for breath at the strength of the orgasm, Devon leaned against the tiled wall, trying to catch his breath. Oddly, he still felt the lust running through his blood, even after the release. Holy crap, am I a teenager again or something? Forcing himself to rinse off, he resolved to get his mind onto something, anything, else.

[Stormrazor]

He had actually managed to watch a movie, get his normal household chore routine done, and finish his dinner by early evening. Switching on the gas fireplace, he settled in to read a book - his last bit of weekend relaxation before bed. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Frowning a bit, he put his reading glasses aside and went to answer the door.

Devon felt his breath catch as he opened to door to see Jen standing there in the chill air, a long coat on, a bottle of wine in her hand.

"Hi Jen," He said, his mind flashing back to the shower.

"Hi Devon," She said with a bright smile. "I brought this bottle of wine for you and your wife. For helping me out the other day. I was just going to drop it off."

Devon was a bit taken aback. My wife? "Thanks, Jen, but I'm not married."

"Oh? I just assumed.. I mean I didn't see a ring, but you know some guys don't wear them." She blurted, and Devon could swear she looked relieved.

Devon debated internally for only a moment. Somehow having her there in his doorway overruled his "no involvement with the opposite sex" rule. After all he could be friendly, right? This wasn't a relationship - it was just a kind gift. "Would you like to come in out of the cold?" He asked.

She smiled warmly and nodded "Thanks."

Letting her in, Devon closed the door behind him. He felt a bit weird about her coming over, with the fantasy he had of her in the shower still fresh in his mind.

"Nice place" she said, her eyes on the warm fire as she handed him the bottle.

"Thanks. Um.. I'm not a big drinker, and I'll never finish it alone. Would you like a glass?" He offered

"That would be wonderful," she smiled.

Turning and heading towards the kitchen he called back, "Feel free to take your coat off. Just put it anywhere. I turned the fire on awhile ago if you'd like to warm up."

Devon fumbled through the drawers until he found the corkscrew. After the divorce his utensil supply was incomplete and mostly disorganized. He managed, though, and soon had the Merlot open and poured into two hastily-cleaned glasses.

Walking out to the fire he stopped in mid stride. Jen was standing by the fire wearing a red silk blouse, buttoned just up past her navel. The bare cleavage of her bra-less tits was plainly in view, the material doing nothing to hide her rock hard nipples.

Devon swallowed hard as he stared at his shower fantasy standing in front of him. Jen smiled and moved towards him, as if she was completely unaware how she was dressed. She did nothing to hide her swaying tits, which became clearly visible as she walked. Reaching out, she took a glass from his nearly paralyzed hand.

"Mmm"she said as she sipped the wine. "Your fire is nice and warm."

Devon felt a warmth of his own as his cock swelled in his pants. Taking a hasty sip of the wine he tried his hardest not to stare at her breasts. He couldn't help but notice her eyes glance down at his bulging crotch.

"Um.. please, have a seat" he offered feeling off balance.

Smiling she immediately complied, sitting down on the couch. In the process her blouse shifted open, revealing a dark nipple.

"What.. about you? Boyfriend?" he said to her tits.

She flushed, shaking her head. "Not at the moment." Her tit was clearly visible between the open sides of her shirt.

Devon was at a loss on how to proceed. His dating experience was so long ago and his 'no women' rule had left him unprepared to go after what his straining cock clearly wanted. "You look... incredible. " He swallowed again. Yeah, real suave, man. He remembered his fantasy, how she had just taken over, talking to him rather than him talking like a drooling idiot.

As if on cue Jen smiled and stuck out her chest more, the exposed tit now nearly coming out. "Do you like my tits, Devon?" she said in a husky voice.

Had he been less in the moment it might have struck him as odd how his thought and her reaction seemed to flow together, but just then his blood had left his higher functions and he just nodded dumbly.

"I noticed you staring at them yesterday. I wanted to make sure you got a real good look..." She opened the blouse further, cupping her perfectly shaped mounds.

"Mmm, they are so soft... and my nipples are so hard." She almost moaned it. "Do you want to touch them, Devon?"

Numbly putting the wine glass down, he sat down next to her. He reached out and took her tits in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over the nipples, which elicited another moan from Jen.

She placed her hand over his straining bulge, her voice seductive and nasty, just like in his fantasy. "I know what you want, Devon. To fuck my soft tits with your rock hard cock... I want you to do it. I need to you do it... ."

Again Devon nodded, convinced he must be in a dream where she knelt between his spread legs. A dream where she undid his pants, pulling them down and letting his swollen cock spring free, her hand stroking up and down the silken throbbing shaft. But no dream felt this real. No dream could feel as good as her mouth taking his cock, laving it with her tongue and taking him deep, almost gagging on it. Saliva covered his cock and dripped down onto his balls.

Letting his wet cock pop free from her mouth she wrapped her warm tits around it, stroking it up and down, the feel of her soft skin sliding up and down his shaft making Devon groan loudly. Through his haze of lust he could see Jen breathing fast and shallow, her face flushed. God, was she getting off on this? His ex would do something like this for special occasions, but she made it clear she didn't enjoy it. He sure as hell hoped Jen was enjoying it. He imagined how she would sound when she came.

"Yes," she groaned, "keep fucking my tits. I want you to fuck them until you shoot your sticky cum all over me. My face and tits... Everywhere..." God, she was so nasty.

Devon couldn't take it any longer. His balls tightened and he cried out hoarsely, ropes of semen spurting out. The first one landed across her cheek and into her hair, the second across her lips and chin, the third spattering onto her bare tit. As his cum landed on her he felt her go taught and shudder as a massive orgasm ripped through her, accompanied by a scream of pleasure.

Devon shuddered and leaned back, watching as Jen used her fingers to wipe up the semen on her face, and licked them clean.

"Mmm.. that was nice," she purred.

Devon couldn't think straight, lost in the post-orgasm haze. He just sat there dumbly. He could still feel the smoldering lust in his blood.

After a few minutes Jen rocked back on her heels looking a bit confused. "I... I usually don't..." She flushed, pushing herself to her feet. "Um.. I need to go." Buttoning her blouse up hurriedly, she went to grab her coat.

"Jen, Wait.. Are you ok?" Devon finally broke out of the haze.

"Yeah, I'm.. fine.. I just need to go." She glanced back at him, embarrassment and heat in her eyes. "I'll see you around.."

"Yeah." Devon muttered numbly as she flew out the door.

What the hell was all that about?

This post has been edited by Stormrazor: 07 June 2010 - 07:18 PM

[Sickpuppy]

dude... well done, looking forward to more, your making it hard for me to get work done today

[Telgar]

Great job, Really really hot can't wait to read about him getting lucky with his married friend. Also am very interested in how far Devon will let his fantasies take him. So many oprotunitys so many ways this could go.

[Stormrazor]

Thanks for the feedback Sickpuppy and Telgar! I really appreciate it!

Bah, I couldn't just leave it hanging like that. So onward..


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Devon stumbled on weak legs to the kitchen to get a drink of water, playing over the events. Now that the fog of lust had lifted, there was no denying how surreal the whole thing had been. How she came over dressed like he imagined her in his fantasy. How she talked like that. Coming without him doing anything. And then bolting out the door. It was beyond weird.

That night when Devon finally drifted into sleep he dreamed of the clearing in the woods. He saw again the goddess and yet this time she had Jen's face. She was telling him about the gift he was given, but her words were too soft for Devon to hear, no matter how hard he strained. Giving up, he looked down at the bound girl on the slab. Instead of the blond haired youth with innocent blue eyes he remembered, he saw Brenda lying there. She was bound and gagged, her legs spread, her body covered in thick lines and pools of semen, tears smearing her mascara. A stab of guilt shot through him but it was overwhelmed by a burning lust that threatened to drive him insane.

Bolting upright in the bed, covered in cold sweat, Devon tried to calm his breathing. The remnants of the dream slowly faded, the voice of the goddess who was no longer Jen stuck in his head. "I will trust in your nature to do more good than harm with it."

What's happening to me?

Sliding out of bed, Devon nearly ran to his office downstairs. Flipping on the light, he opened the closet he used for storage and searched through the boxes in a near frenzy. Finally he found the shoe box he had stuffed away in the far back. The one that held the only proof that he wasn't going crazy. Part of him wondered if it was actually proof that he was. Groaning he slid down the closet wall, open box in hand, staring down at the dagger he had taken with him from that night.

Devon's thoughts were chilling and yet sent an electric shiver down his spine. Was this what the gift was? What those people were willing to kill for? The ability to make things happen? To manipulate others? No matter how he looked at the events of yesterday and today, it led to that improbable conclusion. He was somehow manipulating both Jen and Brenda . The fact that he wasn't consciously using it did little to assuage his guilt. Devon sat there long into the night before he knew what he has to do. He was going to have to somehow confess to Jen – hopefully without her calling the cops or having him committed. But what he'd done was wrong, even if he hadn't known it at the time.

In the morning a disheveled Devon walked across the street to Jen's house, internally praying that maybe she wasn't home and he could put this off. He wondered if his gift could make that happen. That faint hope was crushed as she answered the door.

As tired as Devon looked, Jen in her gray sweat bottoms and sleeveless t-shirt looked worse.

"Hi," she said with a hesitant smile. Her nipples were hard beneath the t-shirt.

"Hi," he said, feeling his tongue tie in knots. How the hell do you tell someone something like this?

"Want to come in?" she asked. He nodded and she stepped aside. The sweats rode low on her hips. He could almost see the crack of her ass in back.

"Thanks," he said, feeling his cock stir despite the anxiety gnawing at his gut. God, she was hot.

He moved to the living room and stood there, feeling weird. Should he sit? Should he stay standing, ready for her to kick him out?

"I'm glad you came over," she said behind him. He turned around. She was staring at him, auburn hair thick and messy around her shoulders, like she'd just got out of bed. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," she admitted.

"Me neither," he said. It'd been one of the hottest moments of his life, to be honest.

"I don't usually do stuff like that," she said. "At least, not on the first date." She smiled.

"Me neither," he said. Was this the right time to say it?

"It was... I mean, wow. I've had hot sex before. Not like that. It was... exhilarating. Scary. I couldn't sleep I was so turned on." She looked at him with those hazel eyes a slight flush to her cheeks as she said almost shyly "I kept thinking about being with you again. Needing that."

Devon wasn't sure what to say. His resolve to tell her was crumbling. A lust filled internal voice whispered to him that if she enjoyed it so much, it couldn't be a bad thing, right? "I.. wasn't sure. I mean, after you left.."

Jen ruefully shook her head. "God.. I'm sorry about that. I just.. I was scared. I mean I've never felt something so intense. So consuming." She laughed at herself. "I mean, it's not my first rodeo. But I ran like some kid caught by her parents. I hope you don't think it was something you did.. It's hard to explain."

Devon relaxed a bit. Maybe the gift wasn't so bad.. "So, why did you leave?"

Jen looked up at him, "It just felt so good. So right. I felt like I would get lost in it. I needed to clear my head. But then when I got home.." She moved close enough to Devon that he could feel the heat of her as she put her hands on his arms, her voice husky again. "I got home and I couldn't stop thinking about you. How you seemed to just... know me, my deepest fantasies. I played with myself most of the night. I couldn't stop."

Devon swallowed as she flushed again at her admission. His cock thickened in a rush as his arms seemed to move on their own volition, his hands finding her shapely ass, pulling her to him. Her breath caught as their hips ground together and then they kissed, her tongue teasing his just like it has teased his cock last night.

"I need you to fuck me." She broke the kiss and breathed. "Right here. I need your thick cock inside me right now." She pushed him away and then turned around and bent over at the waist, her ass sticking up. Devon's guilt and objections flew out the window as she hooked the elastic of her sweats with her thumbs, pulling them down, exposing her bare, tight ass. He barely registered that she wasn't wearing panties. Instead his focus was on the glistening cunt and puckered ass she had shamelessly on display.

Nearly growling Devon pulled his own pants down, his straining cock leaking a drop of pre-cum. Placing a hand on either ass cheek he slid the throbbing head of his rod along her moist slit. The part of his brain still functioning thought about the fact that he didn't have a condom with him. "Damn.. I don't have..condom," he grunted.

She merely pushed her ass back, the head of his cock sliding into her tight cunt. She impaled herself on it with a moan of satisfaction. He felt her body shudder. "Just fuck me," she begged. "I need you to fuck me hard."

Devon obliged, pure animal lust taking over as he held her hips in a vice-like grip, his hips slamming against her ass as he forced himself deeper into her. He could feel his balls hitting against her clit and saw her tits swaying with each hard thrust.

Jen was mewing louder and louder as he grunted, his thrusts crude and and forceful, using her. She reached up under her shirt with one hand and twisted her nipple, biting her lower lip in pleasure.

Before long Devon felt the liquid fire in his balls boil up. He shuddered and shot a seemingly endless gusher of cum deep inside her. Her piercing scream joined his own echoing growl of pleasure as she thrashed hard in ecstasy. Her cunt clamped down on his still-spurting cock and her cry grew even louder before she she finally settled.

He pulled her upright, holding her against him, feeling their juices spill out of her cunt and leak down her leg. Jen was breathing heavily, her auburn hair against him, smelling faintly of sex and flowers. Her body shivered and Devon heard her swallow. Turning her around he could see her biting her lower lip. Her hazel eyes looked into his own, vulnerable. With the fire of lust gone his conscience returned in force. Like a punch to the gut. What the hell am I doing?I came over to confess and instead I fuck her.

"Jen.." He started, his voice breaking a bit "I'm sorry.."

This post has been edited by Stormrazor: 08 June 2010 - 01:57 AM

[Telgar]

keep it cumming

[Stormrazor]

Jen looked at him, not understanding. “Sorry?” she asked quietly, then laughed a little at herself. “Please, don't be Devon. God, I've never felt this good before.” She looked into his eyes, seeing something there, and shook her head with a grin. “Don't worry. I'm not getting all lovey on you. It's not like that.”

“I don't mean..”, he started to interject his conviction dwindling.

“I've always been pretty open.. sexually, I mean. When the guy is a little kinky, I can go along with it and mostly enjoy it. But I've never really explored it for myself. And now... I don't know, it's like as soon as I met you it was like a dam busting open. I just felt like I wanted to let everything out, and it was safe. It felt right with you. Of course it helps that you're so hot too”.

Devon, chewed on that. He had never really thought of himself as 'hot', and honestly he would never have imagined that a woman as good-looking as Jen would go for a guy like him. He'd have to reconsider the nature of his 'gift'. Last night he had himself convinced the gift was the power to enslave other's minds and emotions. Making them dance like puppets to his lurid fantasies. Now he wasn't sure it was that simple. Maybe it just gave them a nudge into letting go of their inhibitions. Doing what they wanted to do anyway.


“Devon”, she interrupted his thoughts, “Please don't take this wrong, but... I just really don't want a relationship right now. I just moved here to open a new branch. It's a huge project. I don't really have time to invest in a relationship.” She looked at him, gauging his reaction.

“I'm not either, really.” Devon admitted. “My divorce was pretty bad. I had actually sworn off relationships and... well, women in general. Until you moved in across the street, that is.”

Jen seemed relieved and gave him a naughty little smile. “Well.. that doesn't mean we have to stop the sex.”

It was Devon's turn to smile. “Maybe you can convince me”, he teased, squeezing her ass.

Devon called in sick the rest of the day.

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The rest of the week passed fairly quickly. Devon played catch up at work for missing a day, and Jen was working late hours getting the branch office open. This helped Devon to put to rest any lingering reservations about what happened. He almost got to the point of thinking that he had imagined the whole enslaving her mind theory of their encounter.

The only thing left to remind him was the dagger. He found himself more than once taking it out of the shoebox to examine it. The flawless sharp blade felt so cold against his skin. He wondered about the woman who had planned to murder the poor girl with it. It was at those times, dagger in hand, that he couldn't shake the feeling that the gift could be something more than just the release of inhibitions and making him more attractive. No, if somebody was willing to kill for it, it would have to be much more than that. And now Devon had it. He tried to deny it, but he couldn't hide from himself the dark thrill that ran through him at the thought of being able to control others like that. He'd taste the excitement and then he would put the dagger away, angry at himself for even thinking that way.

He worked out regularly at the gym each morning, but Brenda hadn't been there all week. He hoped it wasn't because she was avoiding him after wearing the bra and tights. She'd missed weeks here and there before, though. He preferred to assume it was work.

Saturday finally rolled around, and Devon indulged himself by sleeping in a bit. He dreamed of Jen – hot sex dreams that left him relieving the ache in his balls by hand. He could still feel it when he arrived at the gym. Grabbing his bag, he triggered the lock on his car and trotted up to the door, slowing as he approached.

[Stormrazor]

Brenda sat on the bench outside, bent over with her elbows on her knees. Her hair was pulled back in its usual ponytail, the straggly bits around her face telling him she'd already worked out. She wore a t-shirt that did nothing to hide her large breasts. He could see the outline of her exercise bra through the fabric. She was wearing the same figure hugging tights she'd worn the last time he saw her.

He smiled and walked toward her, but something made him slow. “Hey, Brenda,” he said, stepping up the curb in front of the bench. She looked up in surprise. She looked tired.

“Hi.” She sounded tired, too. The dark smudges beneath her eyes only made her skin look even more pale and translucent. Vulnerable. Devon felt heat rise in his gut and loins. God, she's beautiful.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said, but her eyes glanced away. She bent and picked up her bag as if to go, but then slowly let it fall from her fingers back to the concrete. “No, not really.”

“What's going on?” he asked. It slipped out before he could stop it. This was so far off the 'don't get involved' rule it wasn't even funny. But it was Brenda. Even if it broke a rule, it's what friends did, and she was as close to a real friend as he had these days.

She shook her head, “It's not really...” Her voice trailed off uncomfortably, and he slipped onto the bench next to her. She slid over closer her arm touching his and he couldn't deny the stab of lust that shot through him. Rules be damned.

“It kind of seems like it is,” he said, setting his bag next to the bench. He tried to project something between casual and understanding. His ex had always said he was never supportive. Devon wasn't sure he agreed, but he tried to push the lingering memories away. He might not be the perfectly sensitive husband she'd wanted, but he couldn't turn away from Brenda any more than he could have turned away from the girl that night laying on the stone as a sacrifice. “Want to talk about it?” he asked.

She sighed and looked at him as if debating. “It.. It was just a fight. With Sam,” she added.

“Your husband?” he asked, and she nodded. It occurred to him that he didn't really know much about her outside of the gym, except that she was married with kids. He watched her, discomfort keeping him silent. This was dangerous territory.

She took a deep breath, obviously composing herself, and sat back in the bench, her large breasts shifting, threatening to make Devon stare. “I just don't really want to go home right now,” she said. “I should. I haven't seen the kids since, like, Thursday. I'm a horrible mom.”

Wow, what do you say to that? “Bad week?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Call was a bitch this week. I ended up just staying at the hospital. When I finally got home last night, I wanted...” She sighed. “Well, I wanted things that just aren't part of our marriage anymore.”

“Like...” He couldn't quite bring himself to say it.

“Yeah,” she said, breathing out a huge sigh and leaning her head back against the wall to stare at the sky. “I gained a lot of weight after the kids, and... things just don't feel the same. I thought if I lost the weight, it would change things. Help my self-esteem, help get back the spark. Help things physically.”

Definitely not a comfortable place to be. He found himself wondering what Sam looked like.

“Have you guys thought about counseling?” he asked.

“No, not really,” she shook her head. “I don't know... Professional hazard, I guess. I send people for counseling all the time. A little harder to do it myself.”

“You should think about it,” he said, and she rolled her head over to look at him with a wry smile and an arched brow. Yeah. Okay, so he'd vented a few times about his ex dragging him to the shrink. “Hey,” he said in self-defense, “it really did help clarify a few things.”

“I don't know,” she said with a sigh, looking back at the parking lot. “Sometimes I feel like things are all bottled up inside me. Feelings. Needs. Things that I'm not sure anybody should know about.” She looked at him and pressed her lips together, obviously having said more than she felt she should have.

“I'm really sorry,” he said. “I know what it's like to not be on the same page, sexually. And God knows I'm not a good one to give advice.” Because I want to fuck you. His pulse was pounding “ But you should talk to him, if you want to help things.”

She nodded. “I know, I know...” She gave a small smile. “I'll think about it, anyways.” She sat up, looking over at him. “So how was your week?” she asked. “Got a girlfriend yet?” she teased.

He shifted on the bench, feeling his face heat. Her eyes widened. “Oh my god,” she said with a gasping laugh. “You did!” Her face brightened and she grinned. “Who is she?”

“She's not really a girlfriend,” he started, but she nudged him with her elbow.

“What's her name?” she interrupted.

“Jen,” he said, feeling a flash of awkwardness.

“Is she hot?” she asked. He shook his head in protest. “Oh come on... at least let me live vicariously a little bit,” she urged. “She's hot, isn't she.”

“Yeah, a bit,” he admitted. She threw him an exacerbated look. “Okay, yeah. She's hot,” he grinned.

“Good,” she said with a nod. “You deserve somebody hot.” She smiled, although not as brightly as before, and stood to pick up her bag. “Anyways, I'd better get home.” She took a deep breath, and gave a small wave as she stepped away. “See you around,” she said.

“Later,” he answered, watching her go.

[Stormrazor]

After the gym, Devon spent some time running errands and didn't return until late afternoon. Unloading his shopping bags he found a message waiting for him on his answering machine.

“Hi, Devon, it's Jen! Some co-workers and I are headed out to the club tonight. It's been just a BRUTAL week. If you'd like to join us it'd be awesome. I swear you'll have a good time! You just have to come.... You know how I love it when you come!” He could hear her grin and his cock stirred in memory of the last time he got inside her. “Anyways, it's Club Caprice. We'll be there around 8. Be there, or be... well, just be there! I have the best outfit ever I want to wear for you. I promise you won't regret it,” she purred.

Devon shook his head with a grin. Either she wanted someone there to keep her from having to interact too much with her co-workers, or that she was wanting him to play boyfriend to shoo off unwelcome advances. He thought how incredible she had looked the night before, and his pulse quickened. He wasn't exactly enamored with the club scene, but it had been ages since he had been out on a Saturday night. He mentally weighed a night at home with brain numbing TV and a night out with an incredibly sexy woman. Devon sighed, knowing which would win out. The “no women” rule was was pretty much road kill at this point.

He showered and found an old black knit shirt that clung a lot more tightly now than it used to. He'd definitely put on some muscle. It made him feel good. He took a look at himself in the mirror judging that he was more than passable, though he frowned a bit at the streaks of gray. Brenda had told him once that it made him look distinguished. He wasn't convinced. He thought about Jen and a club full of twenty-somethings and ran a self-conscious hand through his hair.

The music enveloped him as he entered the club. It virtually throbbed in his bones. On a huge wall screen somebody young and vaguely familiar was gyrating in a music video. The place was packed and the dance area was already crowded with plenty of young eye candy and their partners or friends.

Scanning the crowd he caught sight of Jen's auburn hair at a small table. She sat with another woman, a blonde, who was quite a bit taller than Jen's petite 5'2”. Jen finally noticed Devon, and smiled broadly as she waved him over. Wading through the crowd, Devon's jaw nearly dropped. Jen stood up smiling excitedly. She was wearing a thin, stretchy black dress that hugged her hips and legs. It had a loose neckline that plunged down to just above her navel, a lacy black bra visible between her delightfully rounded cleavage. She twirled with a grin, treating Devon and a good number of nearby men to the view of how well it hugged her ass.

Devon smiled broadly in appreciation, remembering how nice it was to grab that ass and shove his hard cock into that tight pussy. Jen looked at him and flushed. Devon wondered if she had picked up on his thoughts, or if she just saw the obvious lust in his eyes.

“So..” she slid up against him with a purr. “What do you think?”

Devon held her against him with one arm. “I think you are sexy as hell, and every man and a few women are enjoying it as much as I am,” he teased.

Jen flushed harder and Devon could swear she stole a quick glance at her blonde friend at the table. “So..” she said, scooting him towards the table, “This is my co-worker, Tara”. Now that Devon could get a good look at her, Tara was very attractive woman. She was perhaps 5'5” with light blonde hair held back with a sky blue head scarf. Her skintight dress was the same color, and hugged her enhanced D sized breasts tightly. The hips were cut out, exposing an expanse of smooth tanned skin. She smiled at Devon and Jen, while Devon tried to figure out if she could even possibly be wearing underwear.

“Hi,” Devon offered, trying not to stare at her.

“Hi, yourself,” Tara smiled prettily. “It's great to finally meet you.” She glanced down his body appreciatively.

Jen leaned in and whispered in Devon's ear. “I've been talking about you a bit.”

Devon looked at Jen, his eyebrow cocked, “So what about the rest of the co-workers?”

“Oh.. that.. “ She tried her best to look innocent. “They had other plans”

Devon narrowed his eyes a bit. “Ok.. what's going on here?” he asked with mock seriousness.

[Stormrazor]

Jen glanced at Tara ,who was sipping some sort of pink fruity concoction. “Ok, I confess. I talked Tara to come out tonight since she had been practically living at the office lately. I wanted you to come along so she could meet you, and to fend off any idiots.” She gave her best helpless female look. Not very convincing.

“Ok, “ Devon shook his head. “So I'm here to play bouncer?”

The two women broke out in giggles.

Looking between the two of them sharing their private joke, Devon couldn't help but let his mind wander. He fantasized about Jen's tongue running along Devon's cock as it slid in and out of Tara's cunt. Devon felt his cock swell in his jeans at the thought. For a brief moment the dark thought came to him that he might actually try to use his gift on them. He stamped down on it, hard. Still his cock was now a painful bulge. He moved forward to hide the telltale ridge beneath the tall table.

The music changed to a slow pulsing beat, and Jen squeezed Devon's arm. She seemed to be breathing shallow and was even more flushed. “The least I could do is get you a drink.. How about you be a gentleman and dance with Tara.”

Devon was a bit surprised by the request and looked at Tara questioningly.

Tara shot the same questioning look at Jen before responding. “I'd like that..None of these other guys have the nerve to ask” She then grinned, “Not that I'd want to dance with any of them”

“Alright, but I'm not the best dancer..” he shrugged, leading her out to the floor. His cock was still hard.

He couldn't help but watch how Tara's tits moved as they danced, and once again the thought of her and Jen having sex with him forced its way into his mind. He wondered for a moment if it might even be a good idea to test if he was truly imaging the whole gift thing. After all, if he was to try it and it did nothing, he could put it to rest for good. Wouldn't that be worthwhile?

The music went on and Devon continued to debate, with the simmering fantasy of the two of them in the back of his mind. Tara was watching Devon and smiling, every once in awhile she would move too close to him and her firm breast would brush against his arm. Each time it happened his resistance to the insidious idea of testing his supposed gift weakened.

Then Tara turned her back to him, her hands in the air, and her swaying ass brush against his crotch. Any lingering resistance crumbled. The fantasy that simmering in the dark recesses of his mind roared to the forefront, blazing with heat. He stared at Tara's neck as he focused on the thought of the two women, attracted to each other, kissing and stroking tits and cunts, begging him to fuck both of them, begging him to let them suck his cock. Devon felt something give way, as if everything shifted for just a moment.

The song segued into the next and Tara looked at him with a slightly confused look on her face, as if uncertain where she was. Devon's heart was pounding as led her off the dance floor.

“So.. what exactly did Jen say about me?” Devon asked, leaning in until his lips almost brushed her ear as they walked through the crowd.

Tara bit her lip as she turned to press close against him. Her lips found his ear, her breath feathering his hair. “She said you were a great fuck.”

Devon nearly stumbled, but managed to keep his composure. It could be just coincidence, not some supernatural power he thought. After all he could see Jen saying something like that to a girlfriend anyway. And Tara could be teasing him. But on the other hand the way Tara walked close to him, pressing her tits against him even as they approached Jen at the table seemed less and less like a joke.

Devon began to feel a little uncomfortable as it was obvious that Tara was practically hanging on him in full sight of Jen. Devon, with a measure of regret, gently disentangled himself from Tara and glanced at Jen almost apologetically. Jen looked at the two of them strangely for a moment before she smiled and slid a beer across the table to Devon with a smile.

“I wasn't sure what you liked, so I just guessed. “ She said, glancing at Tara who had taken her stool but had shifted nearer to Devon, her nipples could be clearly seen stretching the tight fabric of her skimpy dress. Jen seemed mesmerized by them. “It must have been an exciting dance” She grinned at Tara who at the moment had put her hand on Devon's thigh under the table.

Devon Felt his cock thicken as Tara answered, her hand moving further up his thigh. “It was great. You're a lucky woman, Jen.”.

Jen's eyes were still glued to Tara's cleavage. And the blonde leaned forward as if to give her and Devon a better look. Finally Jen glanced away and saw Devon openly staring at her co-worker's tits. He noticed a bit late before looking away, but Jen was already leaning over to whisper in his ear. Devon was expecting a rebuff of some sort, but what he got was far different.

“She has nice big tits, doesn't she.. I bet you would like to stick your fat hard cock between them.” She whispered seductively.

Devon swallowed hard at Jen's words, his cock painful in his jeans. Tara pretended to look over the crowd yet her hand moved over his bulge rendering him speechless.

Jen continued to whisper as she stared at Tara, her breath becoming short and rapid “Or would you rather fuck her tight cunt? She told me she trims it neat. I wonder if it is hot and tight like mine.”

Devon groaned, and Tara squeezed his bulge still pretending to ignore the private one sided conversation.

Jen smiled wickedly continuing on. “Or you could fuck her cunt, getting your cock all wet and slick and then fucking my mouth while she licks my sweet pussy. Would you like that?”

Devon simply nodded, overcome by lust.

“Then you better see if Tara is wet, hmm? I'll bet she is, the way her nipples are so hard.” Jen pulled away from Devon's ear and spoke loud enough for Jen to hear. “Tara, Devon and I want to know something.”

The blonde turned to face them, and it was obvious she was still aroused from the peaked state of her nipples on that large chest. “What?” She said softly.

“We want to know of your pussy is as wet as your nipples are hard.” Jen asked huskily in a voice that made it sound almost like an order.

Tara blushed furiously with embarrassment, then lowered her head “Yes.. I am” she almost moaned .

At that moment Jen's hand reached under the table to squeeze Devon's cock, finding Tara's hand already there. Jen's eyes opened a bit in surprise.

“Why you little minx.. making a move on my man.” Jen scolded, but there was no hint of real anger in her voice.

“Sorry, I.. couldn't help myself” Tara said, looking down.

“Then if you want him so much you just need to ask.. I can always share.” Jen said with a melting look at Tara's tits.

Tara nodded, her eyes still downcast “Please..”

Jen smiled darkly looking at Devon “Shall we take her back to my place?”

“Oh yeah..” Devon said hoarsely, His mind still trying to put together words with more syllables.

[Telgar]

Wow this is getting hotter and hotter. I can not wait for the MILF to join this little harem.