“Ahn! Ah! Mmmm!”
Gabrielle was moaning as he lathered up her wings. Her legs squirmed, her butt clenched, and she’d placed her hands between her thighs. Because of how her arms were positioned, her breasts were pushed together, causing them to pop out.
It was electrifying.
“Mou! Be more—ahn!—more gentle, Aleeeexx!”
“I-I’m sorry!” Alex cried.
“I-it’s okay… ha… ah! It doesn’t hurt,” Gabrielle said between pants and moans. “Actually, it—ahn! It feels… really good…”
That doesn’t help me!
From Gabrielle’s response to his ministrations, Alex had come to a startling conclusion: Her wings were huge erogenous zones. Every time his fingers glided along her soft feathers, Gabrielle would moan and her body would shiver. Whenever he rubbed shampoo into her wings, she would rub her thighs together. It was doing nothing good for his health or peace of mind.
It was fortunate that he somehow finished quickly. He rinsed off her wings, and then he was done. He’d finished, which meant he could leave.
“Okay. Now it’s time for me to wash your front,” his mouth said.
What? That’s not what I wanted to say!
“My front? Okay.” Gabrielle was about to turn around, but his hands moved of their own volition, pressing upon her shoulders to keep her in place.
“No, stay like this,” he choked out.
What am I saying?!
“But if I stay like this, you can’t wash my front,” Gabrielle said as if pointing out the obvious.
“D-don’t worry.” Alex’s lips trembled as he tried to fight off whatever was controlling him to no avail. “I have… a plan…”
“Okay,” Gabrielle said without complaint.
Don’t accept my reasoning so easily!
Alex fought with everything he had, but his hands continued to move without his input, grabbing the soap and lathering them up. What was going on? Why was this happening?
N-no… I don’t want this… I don’t… want to do this!
“You are a very stubborn child,” a voice said. Female. Familiar. Devilish. He felt like he should know this voice, like he had heard it somewhere before. “Just relax and enjoy what’s about to happen.”
N-no…
Alex’s body moved on its own. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against Gabrielle. Had he been in control of his mouth, he would’ve squealed when his erection poked her in the butt.
“Alex? What’s that thing that’s poking—hyan!” Gabrielle squealed as he slipped his arms under her armpits, reached up, and fondled her breasts. “A-Alex! Please be a little more gentle—iyan!”
“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do this!” Alex cried.
Gabrielle’s breasts were surprisingly heavy. They always seemed so perky that he hadn’t thought they would weigh very much, but then, they were also quite large. Each one spilled out of his hands. They were like soft marshmallows—except for her nipples, which had already hardened into points. His fingers, still under the control of someone or something other than himself, rolled her nipples between them. Gabrielle cried out.
“Aaaahhn! A-Alex, I told you to be more gentle—hhnnnn!”
Alex was losing his mind. Everything felt like it was slipping away, as if his sanity was slowly being eroded under the control of someone else. However, it was more than just some being, some creature, taking control of his body.
The problem was his own desires, his wants, needs, and arousal. As a teenage boy, he found Gabrielle unbearably attractive. He wanted her. He dreamed about her at night. Sometimes he even dreamed about her, Selene, and Jasmine at the same time. It made him sick every time that happened, but he hadn’t been able to stop no matter how hard he tried.
“Ha… ha… ahn… A-Alex…”
Gabrielle was trembling in his hands. Small shudders as if she was being jolted by electric currents made her breasts jiggle in his palms.
“I’m sorry.”
Even though he apologized, his hands didn’t stop moving. Alex had already tried everything he could think of to stop; he’d counted from one-hundred to one backwards, he’d bitten the inside of his cheek until blood had been drawn, he’d even imagined Jameson in a speedo. Nothing had worked. He was a slave to whatever was controlling him.
I’m sorry, Gabrielle. I’m really… I’m so sorry!
Alex squeezed his eyes shut.
Then the door opened.
“Gabrielle, are you okay?” Alice asked as she stepped into the shower. “I’ve been hearing some strange noises coming from… up… here…?”
Alex stared at Alice, who stared back at him. Seeing his sister standing before him gave Alex the strength to resist his controller.
“A-Alice…” Alex somehow pulled one of his hands off of Gabrielle’s chest and reached out to his sister. “This isn’t what it looks like…”
“Sorry for intruding.”
Alice slammed the door shut as Alex, his arm outstretched as though attempting to reach out to her, stared at the now closed door. Slowly, ever so slowly, he let his arm drop to his side as his mind slowly traveled in a downward spiral of despair. He had… and Alice had… and he was… oh, God.
“Ha… ha… Alex?” Gabrielle was breathing heavily.
“… Yes?”
“T-that thing you were doing to my breasts… can you do it again? It felt really good.”
Alex knew, with one-hundred percent certainty, that he would never, not in a hundred million years, recover from the shame he felt in that moment.
My life is officially over.
CHAPTER 6
THE PRINCE
Ibn-Al Kalbi had decided to change his plans. Since he was unable to control Gabrielle’s fiancé, for whatever reason, he’d decided to take control of the boy’s sister instead.
As the cute girl stormed out of the bathroom and down the stairs, he released a thread from each of his fingers, making for twenty in total. The threads, particles of his own energy, latched onto specific parts of the girl’s anatomy—joints, limbs, torso, her neck, and the back of her cranium.
She never even noticed them and continued about her business.
1
Gabrielle tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep, though not for lack of trying.
After the incident in the shower, Alex had locked himself in his room. He wouldn’t come out, not even after she’d asked him to help her build Mr. Scanner version 2.01. Gabrielle had decided to work on it by herself, but it hadn’t been much fun. She had never realized how lonely working on machines by her lonesome was until Alex had started working alongside her.
Dinner had been another silent affair. Alex had made them pasta, and then he’d gone up to his room and ate alone. She had wanted to eat with him. Gabrielle had been hoping to talk to him because he seemed so down for some reason.
I wonder what’s wrong?
Gabrielle couldn’t figure out what could have happened to make him so depressed. Was it because Alice had come into the shower when they were taking a shower? No, that couldn’t have been it. If that was the case, then he could have just asked Alice to join them.
Thinking about what happened in the shower made Gabrielle remember how good Alex had made her feel. Lying on her side, Gabrielle bit her lip as she cupped a hand to her breast. It didn’t feel as good with her doing it as it had when Alex had done it. She wondered if the reason was because of who was doing it, or if Alex just knew how to do it better. Still, it did feel good. Her nipples seemed to be especially sensitive.
A light sheen of sweat covered her body. Gabrielle thought about playing with her wings, but then she thought better of it. Her wings were really sensitive, and she felt embarrassed about the idea of playing with them for some reason.
Alex…
Maybe Alex would be able to tell her why this felt so good. He was probably asleep right now. Thinking about how he was asleep, about the warmth he emitted while sleeping, Gabrielle felt the undeniable urge to
crawl into bed with him. Alex had told her that she couldn’t sleep with him, but they were a married couple—or at least engaged—so it was okay. She figured he just wasn’t used to the idea.
Crawling out of bed, Gabrielle went over to her closet door and opened it. The inside was large, far larger than it should have been thanks to Mr. Dimension, which could change the size of any room by transporting it to a different dimension. She walked in, past the clothing hanging from coat hangers, and stepped into the teleporter that she had built.
Her surroundings changed. What had once been a closet space was now an even smaller one. It was Alex’s closet. Gabrielle opened the door and padded into Alex’s bedroom.
The room was dark, but her eyes adjusted quickly. She walked over to the bed, where Alex lay on his side, curled up into a ball. He moved back and forth and mumbled to himself. She couldn’t understand what he was saying.
She slipped into bed and crawled underneath the covers. Laying on her side, she watched Alex’s face for a moment, and then looked down at his hand.
It felt really good when I was touching myself, but if Alex touched me…
If Alex touched her, how much better would it feel?
Grabbing Alex’s hand, Gabrielle placed it against her chest. As if he could sense what was happening, his fingers twitched, and she gasped when one of his fingers rubbed her nipple. Biting her lip to keep from moaning, Gabrielle wondered if the heat in her cheeks and crotch was natural. She’d never felt this way before.
“…”
Gabrielle perked up as Alex mumbled something in his sleep. She couldn’t hear what he said, though, because he was speaking too softly. Leaning in, she strained her ears to try and hear what he was saying.
“… Sorry… I’m… so sorry…”
Who is he apologizing to?
“Gabby… forgive me…”
Surprise rushed through her like a monsoon on Angelisia. Why was he apologizing to her? As she stared at him, several tears leaked from the cracks in his eyelids, and a sharp pain stabbed her in the chest.
Pulling Alex to her, she let him rest his face against her breasts. A pair of arms wrapped around her waist, as if Alex was unconsciously seeking comfort from her. She reached up and stroked his hair with one hand.
“I don’t know what you’re apologizing for,” Gabrielle admitted softly. “But I forgive you.”
Closing her eyes, Gabrielle slowly slipped into a deep sleep. Her last thoughts were of Alex. She really did love basking in his warmth.
2
Alex woke up after a surprisingly refreshing sleep. Given how guilty he’d been feeling yesterday, Alex was surprised to notice that most of his guilt had disappeared.
Last night had started off terribly—so terrible that all he had wanted to do was curl up into a ball and pretend he didn’t exist. After the incident with Gabrielle, Alex had shut himself within his room to avoid the alien princess. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see her, but that every time he saw her, the gnawing feelings of shame caused his stomach to curdle like he’d eaten something rotten.
The problem, as he saw it, was that despite having been controlled by someone else—he believed the person that voice belonged to was at fault—all of the things that he’d done to Gabrielle had been things that he wanted to do to her anyway.
While there were other girls who Alex had similar desires for, Gabrielle was what he considered his ideal woman: Bright, optimistic, friendly, outgoing, intelligent, and a lover of inventing new technologies.
There were several issues that kept him from acting on his feelings. First and foremost was Gabrielle’s naivety. She was, to put it bluntly, the most naive person he’d ever met. She didn’t know what sex was, didn’t understand why opposite genders shouldn’t bathe together, and had no concept of modesty.
The second problem was that he was pretending to be her fiancé. He knew that she liked him, but even if she liked him, that didn’t mean she loved him. Unfortunately, there was no way for him to know if she loved him, or if she was just pretending to love him so she wouldn’t be married off. Given how she friendly she was to everyone, he simply couldn’t tell if her actions towards him were genuine or not.
There were also the feelings that he had for several other girls, namely Selene and Jasmine, though Ryoko had been among those two at one point during his life.
While he wouldn’t say that he loved them, Selene and Jasmine were important people in his life. They were also attractive. More than one of his dreams had featured either Selene, Jasmine, or both of them. How could he allow himself to act on his feelings for Gabrielle when his own desires betrayed them?
The last issue was his own shame. Alex was ashamed of how much he wanted Gabrielle. Every time she hugged him, every time she crawled into bed with him, every time he saw her naked, his desire to be intimate with her skyrocketed. He wanted her so badly that just thinking about her made him harder than a destroyer-class warship.
All of this had been what kept Alex from interacting with her after the bath incident. It was also why he felt so surprised by how comfortable and at peace he was that morning.
Yawning, Alex tried to sit up in bed. He couldn’t. There was something weighing him down. Frowning, Alex tried to push the offending object out of his way.
The object moaned.
Alex froze.
Oh, no.
He squeezed his hand. His fingers sank into something soft. The object moaned again.
Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no! Not again!
Opening his eyes, Alex came face to face with a familiar pair of breasts. Given how many times he’d seen them in the past few days, it was no surprise that he recognized them on sight.
His mouth opened as he released a shrill scream.
3
“AAAAAHHHH!!!”
Alice was startled awake by a loud, girlish scream. Her body jerked upright as if it was on a string. Her limbs didn’t seem to want to work with her, and she ended up falling off of the bed. Despite the pain that flared in her noggin, she leapt to her feet and rushed out of the room—against her own will.
W-what the heck am I doing? Why am I running toward Alex’s bedroom?!
She leapt into the air, spinning around like an acrobatic, and extended her foot in a kick that dented the door. Her mind screamed at her, telling her how stupid she was being and that kicking a door really hurt. Her body apparently wasn’t listening because a second later, she kicked the door again, actually breaking it this time and sending the large slab of durasteel to the ground.
What the hell?! My foot!!
While her mind yelled at her to stop, sit down, and cry about her precious foot, her body ran into the room, completely ignoring her mental commands. She found what she’d expected to see: A half-naked Alex on the floor and a naked Gabrielle on the bed. Alex was in panic mode. Gabrielle was yawning as she stretched, heedless of her own nudity.
This would’ve normally been the part where she left. Instead, this time, she rushed over to Gabrielle, lifted the startled girl into a fireman’s carry, and leapt out of the window.
Glass shattered all around her. Cuts opened on her skin. Alice wanted to cry in frustration and pain, but she was unable to utter a sound. It was as if her mouth had been sealed shut. As she landed on the ground, her legs and joints crying in protest as her body, still not listening to her, launched itself into a quick run.
Behind her, Alex’s shouts faded into the distance.
4
Alex didn’t know what was going on, but as he leapt out of the window, he found that he didn’t care. His sister had run off with Gabrielle—and she was wearing nothing but her underwear. Not only had his sister never been that active for anything, she was also half-naked.
Something was obviously wrong.
Unlike Alice, Alex knew how to fall properly. His feet hit the ground and he bent his knees, rolled forward, skipped back up, and chased after his sister and Gabrielle. Alice had already gained a good deal of
ground, but she wasn’t very athletic. He caught up to her quickly.
“Alice! I don’t know what’s going on, but I want you to stop running this instant!”
“Believe me!” Alice shouted back. “I would if I could! For some reason, my body won’t do what I tell it to!”
Won’t do what she…
Could it be that she was having the same problem that he’d had last night? If that was the case, then his theory about someone else controlling his actions was true. That didn’t relieve him. It normally would have, but now his sister was being controlled.
Whoever is controlling my little sis is going to pay dearly.
5
Azazel had gotten lost, been chased by several cops, and somehow ended up in a trash compactor. However, finally, after nearly two hours of wandering Mars City, he’d arrived at the outer district.
His reason for coming here was to check up on Alexander, Princess Gabrielle’s groom to be. He wanted to see how the young man was doing. Alexander had seemed most troubled by King Lucifer’s words the other day. While Azazel could not openly help the young man, he’d been so moved by Alexander’s desire to protect Princess Gabrielle’s happiness that he wanted to offer his silent support.
As he walked down the street, a strange cloud of dust appeared in the distance. He squinted. The cloud was growing bigger.
Is that… Princess Gabrielle, Groom-to-be, and the little sister? They look like they’re having a good time.
Azazel raised a hand in greeting. “Good morning, Princess Gabrielle! Groom-to-be! Little sister! I see that you three are having a—blarg!!!”
Pain greeted Azazel as Alice slammed into him like a speeding shuttle, trampling him underfoot. While it shouldn’t have been possible, he could’ve sworn his armor had cracked. Whatever the case was, he at least felt his nose break as someone’s foot stomped on it. After the group finished trampling over him, Azazel stared up at the city’s dome… and groaned.
“What did I do to deserve that?” he asked.
6
If someone was controlling Alice, then two things needed to be done. First, Alex needed to stop Alice from moving. Second, he needed to find who was controlling her and beat the crap out of them. Unfortunately, even though Alex had a hunch about who was controlling his sister, he didn’t know how to accomplish either task.
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