CHAPTER#46

"Please, sir, I crave much more than simple fingers. I desire to be spread open and filled, to feel that familiar heat inside my belly and, oh my god!" He had slid three fingers into her, his fingers making a triangle. He spread his fingers apart, letting the built up magic flow down his arm like water, filling Jane from the inside.

That cold chill went through him again, but this time it carried a taste of his own medicine. The sparks raced up his arm and jumped between his elbow and his ribs, then shot down his legs. He was suddenly rock hard, the sensation of his cock against the fabric of his pants so intense that he nearly blew his load.

"You may be Jane, but you're full of Jenny's tricks." He commanded the magic to release its hold on him and move back into Jane.

When it hit her, she was Jenny again. The temperature around the room dropped and he saw another stream of green light from Beth's pocket beam directly into Jenny.

That stupid fucking gem. Jenny was always a bit off, but he had no doubt that the emerald was powering this mass illusion of hers. The spectators were doing the wave around him now and he almost laughed. He stepped away from her and undid his pants, his cock springing free. He was leaking precum in massive quantities. He stepped toward her and gave the top of her buttocks a playful slap with his dick.

It was like changing channels on a tube TV. A brief second of static and she was Jane again.

"It feels so hot. And big." She shook her ass from side to side. "Please, mysterious stranger, don't keep me waiting any longer."

"I don't plan on it." Despite being caught in her illusion, he felt oddly exposed knowing that he was actually in an old church in the middle of... well, somewhere. It suddenly occurred to him that the Society may have a way to track him in case he left. Yet another question for him to ask Naia or Ratu.

Well, if he actually remembered to. He teased her opening, rubbing the head of his cock against her soft, wet lips. She tried to push against him, but he leaned away, denying her further. He let the magic build inside of him, ribbons of electricity swirling around the base of his cock.

"I long for the-OH!" He slid in, marveling at how quickly her vaginal walls clenched him. Jane howled, his magic flowing into her from the inside. It erupted from her mouth and washed back over her before jumping into Mike again.

"Shit!" He grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed, holding back his own orgasm. The troublesome spirit was using his own magic against him! He debated pulling out, but didn't want her to win. He used his hand to play with her clit, moving slow at first and then quickly. Jane screamed so hard that she forgot about the crowd, who had frozen in mid cheer.

She was Jenny again, her cold body reminiscent of Cecilia's. More light surrounded her and she grunted, cracking the wood of the stockade as she flexed her arms.

"I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?" She turned her head a hundred and eighty degrees until she was facing Mike, her face twisted into a grin.

The weird shit she said he could handle, but the sudden turning of her head was to his advantage. His orgasm subsided and he grabbed Jenny's thighs and lifted her legs off the ground, wrapping them around his waist.

More static, and then Jane was back. Luckily, her head faced the correct way.

"Bless me Father, for I am sinning!" Her head rocked while Mike pounded her, and she let out a tiny scream, the wood of the stocks creaking. He gave her ass a playful slap.

"Say eight 'Fuck Me Mikes'," he told her, smacking her ass again. "And, uh... beg for forgiveness?" This was the only time in his life he wished he had paid more attention in church.

"Fuck me Mike!" Each time she spoke, he swatted her on the butt, releasing his magic in small waves. She bounced them back into him, but he was able to handle the smaller influxes of magic. He realized now that sometimes the easiest way to sink a boat was to use many small waves rather than one big one.

In his mind, he suddenly saw Naia give him a knowing nod.

He alternated his thrusting, moving quickly for a few seconds and then pulling himself out as slowly as possible, the head of his dick spreading apart her lips. Just as he was about to slip free, he pushed himself back in. He tried not to repeat the pattern, but by concentrating on his thrusts, he lost control of his magic. It ran wild back and forth over both of them, and he felt the feedback loop start to grow. However, he noticed that what she sent back was smaller than what he gave, sparks now jumping onto the stocks.

Jenny was back, her head still on backward and her mouth open wide. She cried out, the ground rumbling beneath his feet. Her wild hair parted and he got his first look into those dark eyes of hers. For just a brief moment, the black receded to reveal Jane's soft, brown irises. It was as if the veil of time had briefly parted, allowing both of them to exist at the same time. His body temperature dropped again, and they were both bathed in that green light.

Abruptly, she transformed back into Jane. Where Jenny was cool to the touch, Jane was still warm and full of life. He tried to reconcile the notion that perhaps Jane and Jenny weren't actually the same person. Jane's was a life cut short, whereas Jenny was the product of centuries inside a child's doll.