Possessed by Their Powers

by Casey Morgan

  But it seemed my thoughts on the matter didn’t matter to this sprite. She flew over my threshold, begging for my forgiveness and my help. “I’m Aurora. I was hoping I could talk to one of the Grayfur bothers?”

  As I watched her flutter in the air, keeping her position, I noticed how cute she actually was. Sexy, actually. Her fiery reddish-brown hair, those deep dark green eyes, her small cute lips, her porcelain-doll face, all of that was capturing my attention, even on her four-inch body. Same with her full breasts and curvy ass, though I had my keen werewolf eyes to thank for that detail.

  “I was hoping to speak with the one who is good at potions?”

  The way she spoke, I knew she was nervous. I also knew she hadn’t really been listening to my introduction. Which was fine. It would give me a reason to do my greeting over and to get her into the kitchen.

  Again, I didn’t think she had any money to speak of. But she looks desperate enough. Maybe if I find out what she wants and give it to her, perhaps then I can rope her in for a more significant sum of money. Something ridiculous. She looks innocent and earnest enough to fall for whatever price point I give her, and not dare ask any questions.

  “You’ve come to the right place, Miss Aurora,” I said easily. “Please.” I bowed to her, gesturing her inside, even though it was unnecessary. “Do come in. Follow me to my kitchen/potions area, if you would. I will see what I may do for you.” I looked back to make sure she was following me before I added, “I’m Embry Grayfur, the potion master and keeper of our family’s legacy.”

  In my kitchen, I gestured for her to take a seat anywhere. She sat on a small vase I had some herbs sitting in. I took a seat in a chair and began my questioning of her.

  “So. What kind of potion are you in search of today, Miss Aurora?”

  “I want to make myself big.”

  I sat back, surprised and pleased by her boldness. Sure, she had been acting shy on her way into my house and choosing her place to sit, but I saw conviction in those eyes and seriousness in that small mouth.

  “I know I probably sound crazy. I know it’s a longshot—you might not even brew that kind of thing—but I was told that if anyone had magic like that, it would be you.”

  “When you say you want to be big, what you mean?”

  I knew what she meant, but I wanted to hear her say it. For some reason, I was getting off on imagining this little sprite coming into possession of full-size everything. And, knowing I was the potion’s master to give her such an endowment.

  “I want to be human-sized,” she said, “like you.” She added this with the most adorable blush I’d ever seen.

  I smiled, turning it from something mischievous into something debonair and classy. “Well, Miss Aurora, I think I may have just the potion for you.” I stood up from my chair for a dramatic effect. “In fact, I don’t think. I know I have such a potion for you”—I savored the look of excitement and relief that washed across her tiny features and the gasp and celebration I heard in her voice—“but it isn’t going to be free, you know. That kind of magic never is, miss.”

  Now I can ask for whatever I want. Whatever I think, she thinks this magic is worth. I enjoyed her desperation and her eagerness to do whatever she had to do to pay my price. Which, by that look, is a ton. Cha-ching!

  “I’ll pay whatever I have to pay! But I need to get big,” she said, still appearing serious and unfazed by the amount I was about to drop on her.

  “I can give you the potion, miss, but it’s going to cost you one-million-dollars.”

  As expected, the little sprite looked shocked then devastated. “I don’t have one-million-dollars.”

  Already, I could see the tears beginning to shine in her small eyes. I saw the pucker in her lips, the thoughts swirling in her head. I heard her wings shuffling as if preparing to leave.

  I don’t want to lose her as a customer. I want to have her on the hook for that amount, not scare her off with it.

  “I’ll let you make payments toward it, miss,” I said, right as she was about to thank me for my time and see herself out. “I’ll give you the potion, and then you can start making payments toward it this Friday.” Part of me hated how thoroughly I was manipulating her. The other part of me salivated at the amount of money our family stood to gain from just this one little sprite. “I wouldn’t offer such a solution and then make it impossible to get some benefit from it.”

  The sprite looked confused, relieved, and then confused again. And then happy. “Thank you! Oh, thank you so much!”

  I chuckled. “You are very welcome, Miss Aurora.” I went over to my shelves and cases of potions, taking out one of the rarer ones. The one for enlarging one’s size. I grabbed it off the shelf and returned to the table. I held it out to her. “As I said, you may have the potion. You may enjoy its effects and start making payments toward it on Friday. Two days from now.”

  She nodded fiercely, fluttering down, so she stood on the floor near me. I handed her the potion, surprised when she just downed it. No hesitation or fear. She just drank.

  Damn. That sprite might be small, but she has bigger balls than anyone I’ve ever seen in my life.

  Within seconds of imbibing it, colored light and smoke surrounded her, and when the smoke cleared, she stood equal with me. She was human-sized, just as she desired. The only thing, unfortunately, was that her wings had not grown with her, and were small, useless appendages on her shoulder blades.

  Everything else, however, was ridiculously beautiful. What had started out ornate, small details had grown into a full expression of it.

  My cock immediately responded to this, growing warm and wakeful in the front of my slacks.

  “I’m big,” she cried.

  Oh, so am I.

  “Thank you!” She hugged me, and I enjoyed the squish of her breasts up against my body. I also enjoyed the whisper of her hips and pelvis against mine.

  “You’re welcome,” I murmured and waved her on. Out of my kitchen, out of my house and into the big, beautiful world. All the while, keeping my eyes fixed on her round, thick ass and her shapely, swishing hips. As she disappeared out the front door, I fantasized about peeling up that formfitting green dress of hers and taking a dip into her pussy.

  Chapter Five

  Aurora

  Leaving the grounds of the creepy mansion was a tougher proposition than getting there. Getting enlarged sounded like a good idea at the time, but actually having to move on full-sized legs and feet? That was awkward! Being more top-heavy—and bulky all around in general—that made walking difficult. So much so, I practically stumbled my way to and through the gates, using the wrought-iron spears to pull myself along.

  When I got outside the gates, I tried to use my wings. They were small and useless compared to my body. They looked more like jewelry, a costume piece than anything, but I gave it a shot anyway. I fluttered my wings, hoping against hope that I would actually get some air. All I got was a small breeze along my cheeks. While it helped soothe the warmth in my skin, it did nothing to get me airborne.

  I guess I’m going to be walking back to my tree, I thought, straightening myself up and hoping for an easier time of moving. Guess I should’ve thought that through before just chugging that potion. I walked away from the gates—the mansion proper—and onto the forest path, I had flown over before. But that wouldn’t be like me. I’m so impulsive, I don’t think about these things. Until they are right in front of me.

  I continue taking small, deliberate steps, feeling a little more at home when the trees and shrubs came up to meet me. It was an odd thing to go from four inches tall to over five feet tall, but it did give me a new perspective. I have to be careful. I have to look out for things that are the same size as I was, for however long this lasts.

  I was amazed at how much ground I covered while walking. It was almost like flying, but not as efficient. I had to walk around obstacles now, not just soar over them. That was a big pain in my feet, but to take my mind off
it, I decided to daydream. Fantasize. After everything I’ve been through over the last twelve or sixteen hours, I had plenty to occupy my mind with.

  Like my sexy werewolf visitor.

  Again, I thought about Tyler being by the brook and washing himself. I remembered how buff and chiseled his body looked in the sunrise. How the water glistened and sparkled from his toned, smooth skin. How everything about him seemed to shine, even his eyes. They were a beautiful Amber, I remembered. And made more beautiful by his dark brown hair.

  On top of that, he has a gorgeous package. I remembered the little of it I had seen in the split-second he turned to greet me. His cock had been out of arousal then, but even in a kind of resting state, it was big, long, and looked like it would be fun to ride.

  Which I can actually do now, now that I’m his size. Now that I won’t just get squished from the faintest movement. I felt my body flush hot again, but this time that heat traveled between my legs, reigniting my wetness from earlier. I could actually have sex with him, and take him at his full length, and it would feel amazing.

  Already, I was beginning to relive parts of that dream from the night before—particularly the part where Tyler filled me with his cock, glided inside of me like we both shared the same ocean.

  It would be a dream come true, thanks to the potion.

  As if Embry was summoned by my very thought of the potion, his face and gleaming, amber eyes replaced those of Tyler. For a moment, all I could see was him. His dark hair. His mischievous, commanding smile. How proud he was, even if he was also a shrewd, uncompromising businessman.

  Even if he did charge me a ridiculous one-million-dollars, Embry is a man who knows what he wants. He knows how to get what he wants, too.

  I shivered, feeling myself get even more excited. This happened not only from thinking about Embry—the kind of power he wielded in the magic world—but beginning to picture both him and Tyler in the same space. Both of their pairs of eyes, I imagined, were on me. I imagined I was now caught between them, with both men beginning to claim various parts of me.

  I imagined Embry was at my back, whispering about the debt I owed him. I shivered again, feeling my fingers traveling down to my pussy, even as I walked.

  “One-million-dollars, that’s quite the hefty sum to owe a powerful potion master,” I imagined him saying, as I took the opportunity to duck behind a thick patch of trees and bushes. It was not quite close to town, but not quite in any already-claimed territory, so I was safe to daydream and masturbate without interruption.

  I sat by the roots of a tree, letting my legs splay open. From there, I let my fingers wander into my moist, warm folds, and my mind wander back to my fantasy.

  My bedroom, and my bed, where my potions master and my werewolf had me trapped. Embry, I imagined, slipped my breasts free of my bra and my shirt, claiming my nipples in his fingers from behind.

  “But that’s all right, Miss Aurora,” I imagined him whispering, as he unzipped his slacks, stealthily taking out his cock and pressing my lower back with it, “I have plenty of ways for you to repay me. Plenty of ways, I would be happy to take payment for the debt, and not all of them have to do with coin.”

  “And I’m going to make sure he doesn’t take you all for himself, either,” said Tyler, slipping himself under me, letting me see his long, enormous cock. It barely fit in the open space between us, and I felt it shove aside my panties somehow, as his fingers flipped up the hem of the dress I wore. “I saw you first. And I intend to reward you for letting me stay with you.”

  I stroked myself harder, imagining Tyler’s cock now slipping past my folds, burying itself deep in my pussy. I groaned. I bit down on my lip, imagining the expansion I would feel there. How a warm and aching feeling would move up from my womb and into my belly. How my lower lips would tighten around him like they were tightening around my fingers.

  “Oh, Aurora,” I imagined him growl, “I’m so glad you made yourself big for me, even if you are indebted to that fiend. You are my perfect, forever mate.” Saying this, I imagined he pushed his cock in, so it kissed my cervix before pumping me with smooth, claiming motions.

  I worked my clit harder, imagining that the embrace of the tree was Embry. The bark filled in for his fingers, beginning to spread my ass and reveal my other hole. I bit down on another lusty cry, enjoying the words I put in his mouth.

  “I will be glad to take my payment for that potion through enjoying this juicy, naughty ass of yours.” I imagined he said this as he pried apart my cheeks and begin to stimulate my hole. Fingering the opening, he wet it with his spit. His tongue, all the while telling me just what a rare piece of magic he’d parted with. “That was a rare potion, miss. Definitely worth the price. So, your ass and your virginity in this hole will do nicely!”

  Outside of my fantasy, I felt my asshole pucker. I felt it shiver, imagining the blades of grass at my ankles were his fingers too.

  “Prepare to pay your generous potion master well for your size enhancement by getting a taste of mine.”

  In my head, I imagined Embry adding one more drop of spit to my gaped, vulnerable asshole before slipping his cock inside. He did so with some gentleness, but mostly power and unyielding strength.

  I quickly felt my body fill up with him. Combined with Tyler’s cock wedged in my milky, sweet center, having Embry stuffed in my ass—and imagining that he reminded me of how much that I had remaining to pay up with every pound and thrust of his balls against my cheeks—I came.

  I felt the convulsion against my fingers first. Then the surprising, almost-spontaneous burst of liquid out and then down.

  As I heard my cum splatter the forest floor, as I felt it linger on my fingers like silk, I could barely believe what I had just fantasized about. I wanted both men. I wanted to be rewarded for my generosity and claimed for the ridiculous, unfair debt I owed.

  And more than that, I wanted both men, not just separately, but together. In the same space, at the same, taking me at the same time. Even if one was in my ass, and they didn’t swap.

  I blushed, giving my clit one final rub (mostly to cool down) before attempting to get up out of my impromptu hiding spot and get back on my way.

  I don’t care. I loved the idea of having them both, and the idea that they might fight for me even while fucking?

  I licked my lips, straightening out my dress and hoping to clear of any proof of my off-path fun.

  Super hot. I wouldn’t mind that, either. I imagined the full feeling in both my pussy and ass again, practically dripping out of both holes. They could fight for me all they want to, as long as that makes them take me that much harder and that much more thoroughly.

  And Embry can collect whatever he needs for that one-million-dollars debt I owe him. He could have my body all night, for the rest of my life, and I wouldn’t complain.

  Walking was more manageable now, and I took advantage of that by quickly getting onto a path that would take me back to my tree, and completely out of the way of any townsfolk.

  With Tyler there to make sure Embry didn’t take more than his fair share, I would be the happiest I’ve ever been, even under those circumstances.

  That thought in mind, I headed back toward my tree. Toward Tyler, who I was planning to jump on the moment I returned home, and he saw how big I’d gotten, just for him.

  Chapter Six

  Tyler

  It’s well past afternoon, and Aurora still hasn’t returned.

  While I had told myself not to worry about it—that, being her guest, I had no reason or right to worry about her whereabouts or where the sprite spent her time—but I couldn’t help it. With one as small and delicate as Aurora, anything and everything posed a risk.

  If you are really that worried about her, you could always go track her down, I told myself.

  Indeed, the whole area near her tree was covered in her scent, something that was unique and special to her. I breathed in, calming myself with that unique mix of driftwood and Elderb
erry that was Aurora.

  I busied myself with picking flowers so that I could give a bouquet to her when she returned. It’s just that I miss her. I want to make it up to her for crashing at her treehouse last night. I smiled, continuing to gather up various wildflowers with the cute, little sprite in mind.

  When I had finished gathering up as many flowers as I thought I would be able to do something decorative with, I went back to the stream and washed my hands.

  I took another deep breath in, realizing how much I liked it here. Sure, it was out of the way. The forest was almost wild and unkempt out here, but if my brother didn’t want me at home—if he wanted to be a recluse by himself—that was fine by me.

  I have Aurora, that would be okay. I would be happy if I could just live right by her.

  It was then that I was struck by a crazy, lovesick idea: build my own little house right next to her tree. Sure, it wouldn’t be the best thing for someone like me to live in, but I wasn’t worried about living in a mansion like my brother.

  I walked away from the stream, deciding to start collecting sticks and other tree branches. Everything and anything I could use for building material—moss, lichen, mud, and river rocks—I collected and began to plan out some kind of shelter, even if that meant it leaned heavily on Aurora’s tree.

  Your plan has a weak link, though, Tyler. This thought crept in as I actually started building what would be the frame and the foundation of my structure and planning out the rest of the supports. You’re working off the assumption that Aurora would even want you to live nearby. I stopped momentarily, realizing that it was a grand assumption. She only said I could stay last night because I had nowhere to go.

  Maybe I shouldn’t go to all this work. I broke one of the branches I had planned to use in the roofing. I look like an idiot, anyway. Embry would laugh his ass off if he were here.

  I sat back from my building materials, feeling drained. But I can’t imagine not being here. That’s the problem.