LOGIN"What... what did you do to me?" She was squinting, her eyes going lazy. She leaned back, sliding two fingers inside of herself. "Oh my god, what did you do?"
To be fair, he had no idea. He had figured the magic would have upped the eroticism, but not to this degree. Her natural lubricant dripped onto the roof and formed a small pool while she fingered herself. It didn't seem to be hurting her at all.
"Just a trick I picked up." He winked at her.
A growl formed in her throat and he watched as several black sparks came out of her body.
What the fuck?
She grabbed him around the waist and used one hand to aim his cock into her soaking wet pussy. He slid in, his cock parting her stiff folds. Once he was close to bottoming out inside of her, he felt his magic jump back into his cock.
Abella cried out a string of words in French. His whole body was tensed up and he could see the magic mixing now, the dark and white sparks briefly forming yin-yangs on their skin. It occurred to him now that electricity and stone probably weren't meant to mix, but it was too late. He locked eyes with the gargoyle as he pounded her, his hands on her sturdy shoulders.
She ran one hand up his side, her fingers digging in just a little too hard. Her other hand was stroking the base of her tail, her eyes rolling up in her head. She was whimpering now, her hips spasming beneath him. He found a great rhythm, the angle of penetration just right that he could feel the ridge of his cock rubbing against the upper wall of her vagina. He grunted and pushed into her hard, his cock flexing while it dragged along the ridges of her opening.
The back and forth of his magic created sparks that bounced off the roof and disappeared. Abella's moans were loud now, and she arched her back. The sparks along her skin were crawling down to her wet pussy, squeezing in with his cock.
He remembered the time they had fucked on the cliffs, how she had told him that she could absorb his energy and use it for herself. He paused, wondering if he should stop.
Her eyes narrowed and she let go of her tail, grabbing him tightly. "Don't you fucking stop," she told him, her voice dangerous. She pulled him in and kissed him, her lips smashing his.
Abella's hands were tight on his hips. Mike was no longer thrusting into her --- rather, she was pulling him in and out. He had his hands on her breasts, using them for balance. It would have been an impossible feat for any other woman, but her firm breasts were unyielding. Even with his full weight, his fingers just barely sunk into them.
'C'mon, I want to feel it," she rasped. "I want to feel that hot, human cum deep inside of me."
He moaned, his muscles unable to keep pace with her. Her strength was overwhelming, her fingers tight on him.
The sparks jumped across her skin, but seemed to have no effect. Magical pressure was building up, causing the hairs on his arm to stand on end.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Abella cried out again, and her hips trembled. The sparks crawled back along her skin, gathering on his arms and legs. His hands were shaking now, but not because of fatigue. He lifted them free of her, moving them down to her stomach. The air now sizzled with magical energy that didn't have anywhere to go.
His orgasm had built up to the point of no return. Her labia squeezed against him every time he withdrew his cock, gripping him tightly. She was trying to wring him dry and he was fairly certain that she would succeed.
The fiery sensation in his balls suddenly magnified, he was past the point of no return. He let out a cry and his cock tensed up inside of her. Abella grabbed him hard and pulled him as deep into her as he could go.
The remaining sparks jumped onto his body and he felt all of the magic stream into his core, through his legs, and then through the shaft of his dick. Instead of a normal ejaculation, he felt the magic release itself all at once like a blast of lightning from the head of his dick. He screamed, but not in agony. Abella let out a cry of her own, her open mouth now filled with glowing blue lightning that danced along her tongue and teeth. The sparks leapt from her and back into him and he screamed again, his dick coating her insides with cum and electricity.
His throat was raw when a third blast came, and he swore he heard a thunderous rumble come from inside of Abella's belly. One of her hands slid free of his hip and slammed into the roof, gouging out a chunk of masonry. Her tail whipped free of his hand and slammed into a nearby wall, causing the siding to split and pop free. He lost control of his arms, his hands contracting into tight fists and his entire body became rigid.
The world went black, his mind barely conscious. He was only aware of the thick, stony body beneath him, of the thick legs around him. Time distorted, slowing to a crawl. Something inside of him shifted, his magic flowing out and rebounding violently and his heartbeat pounded in his ears.
Relax, lover. Naia's voice calmed him. In the darkness, he could feel her nearby, her cool fingers caressing his skin. With a snap, the world resumed and he fell forward, catching himself just in time before smashing his face against Abella's breasts.
"Mmm." Abella moaned as he slid himself free of her. Her labia tightened, squeezing every last drop of cum from his cock. Once he was out, he watched her labia tighten up, holding his essence deep inside of her. She helped him roll over and lay on her belly, his eyes on the sky.
Meaning that somewhere, Amir was still alive. Or his soul was, at least."Well, they shouldn't be hassling you now..." her words trailed off when a dark figure appeared near the entry, walking cautiously between the lions, hands held up in peace."I got this." Mike walked around her, the activity in the yard coming to a halt. Mike set his coffee on the end of the railing and moved with confidence, feeling the magic awaken inside of him just a little. The lions turned their heads to watch the newcomer, just waiting to sense hostile magic and spring into action.The hooded figure stopped, gazing across the yard with apprehension. It took Mike much longer to reach her than it would have a week ago, and when he drew near, the figure drew back its hood."Elizabeth, right?" Mike's tone was cold, his voice carrying extra strength."Mr. Radley." She looked across the yard, her eyes wide as she saw the centaurs lift up spears and bows that they had set nearby."Can I help you?" he asked, letti
Beth stepped through the front door in just a long shirt and flip-flops. She placed her hands on the recently repaired railing and took a deep sniff through her nose."The new garden smells so nice," she said, gesturing at the wall of vegetation that now separated them from the sundial. "Has Zel identified all the flowers yet?""Nope." The garden in the front of the house was new. On the day Zel had slowly ushered the exiled centaurs into the greenhouse, the front yard had expanded like a balloon with a hedge maze that sprouted overnight, the sundial sitting at its center. His front yard was now larger than an acre.The backyard was now several acres of garden starting at the fountain and ending at the wrought-iron gate at the back. He had looked up a satellite image of the place and saw that the picture from almost seven years ago somehow agreed, a perfect example of the Mandela Effect in action. The inside of the house was still the same, to the best of his knowledge, and Tink bemoa
Mike laughed. "Self manipulation is the hardest then?""For mortals? Yes." She flickered beneath him, quickly transforming into Naia, then Beth, and eventually several different women before becoming herself once more. The entire time, her hand-mouth kept sucking him, his orgasm slowly building. "I am not bound by such restrictions.""I far prefer you as yourself, to be honest." He pushed a lock of black and red hair away from her forehead."I don't even know who I really am." She stopped stroking him, her eyes suddenly far away. "Or rather, who I want to be.""It's something we can both work on." He kissed her, and she melted against him, her hand now stroking him with a sense of urgency. He pushed his fingers into her, willing them to become thicker and harder. She gasped, her face turning bright red and a fiery halo forming above her horns."Fuck... fuck... FUCK!" Her eyes burst into flame and the sand around them caught on fire. The succubus arched her back, toppling Mike off of t
She pulled her mouth away. "Maybe you're feeling a little nostalgic, too. It feels like we're on a third date or something.""Do you have to workout to stay this fit, or do you just get to be this sexy all the time?" He traced a finger along her ribs, and she laughed."I'm always this sexy." She pushed him on his back and tried to mount him, but he pulled her down and rolled her onto her back."Not so fast, hellspawn." He leaned in to kiss her, pinning her hands together above her head. She bit his lip playfully, and let out a laugh when he bit her back."I never took you for a biter, Romeo.""You should meet my wife sometime."Lily frowned. "Who? Oh, right. The goblin." She smirked at him and turned her head to the side, exposing her neck. "Bite away, I suppose."He obliged, nibbling at the sensitive flesh of her neck, then licked the skin along her jawline. She made happy sounds beneath him, arching her back to give him better access to her collarbone. He kissed his way down her che
"Asshole." She pushed him, and he fell back into a chair that he hadn't seen. The thick straps pushed against his back, and he saw that they were sitting at the edge of the ocean, an endless expanse facing them."Where's the house?" Mike asked."Behind you." She answered.He turned around to see it behind them on a cliff, the sun reflecting off its windows. "Interesting.""Yeah, well, I'm not a super big fan of it. I'm quite the sore loser." She waved her hand and another beach chair appeared. She settled into it and a servant appeared, a man with a blank face. He handed them a pair of drinks and then vanished."Was that...?""One of my captured souls? Yep.""I'm not certain I approve.""Nobody cares if you approve." Lily sipped at her drink. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't let them go. They're a part of me now, a stain on my essence that can never be scrubbed free. But, if it makes you feel any better, my tastes have changed.""How so?""Some people deserve it." Her face darkened in
Lost in his thoughts, he found himself staring at a crack in the plaster above. Perhaps he had seen it every night, but he couldn't help but wonder if it had always been there. The house was always changing, manipulating their memories and its blueprints, working its way towards some eventual... something. The house and its occupants were part of a game, apparently, but to what end? It had already gone through some changes this week alone, changes that boggled his mind.Yawning, he wondered what it would be like if he could see them all, the people of the house, laid out like game pieces. He thought about the strange garden from his vision, then blushed at the memory of masturbating as the house. Fighting the urge to fall asleep, he tried to slip into that space once again, to see if he could gain any more information.The effort this time was minimal, and his consciousness rapidly shifted perspectives, the room around him bending like metal and then melting into the ground. He stood







