Magic Makes the Man

by Jason Hutchinson

  She set her tumbler down on the end table, preparing to dismiss herself.

  “Are you sure?”

  The voice startled her. It came from the area where she assumed a kitchen lay. It was female.

  “Firefly?”

  “Yes.” Steve said, though Gillian quickly realized he wasn’t answering her question.

  She watched as a flash of blue-gray hair appeared around the frame of the door, followed by the brightest eyes she’d ever seen.

  “I’m trying to be honest with her.” Steve said. Again, it was directed towards the odd girl in the doorway. “You never said I had to keep you a secret.”

  “That’s normally just understood.” Firefly said.

  “Well, who’s the master?”

  Firefly stepped out from the doorway, giving a hugely exaggerated eyeroll and lip-syncing the words.

  “Oh, now it’s ‘master’.” Firefly mocked. “Guy gets unlimited wishes and I can barely get him to take some oyster crackers. Hi, I’m Firefly.”

  Gillian took the girl’s hand, feeling an odd tingling passing to her own. She was having a hard time keeping her eyes off the lights that seemed to twinkle around the girl’s head. For a cosplay, it was outstanding.

  “I’m a Jinn.”

  “Of course you are.” Gillian said. She realized she was still holding the girl’s hand. The girl wasn’t letting go, though.

  She watched the Jinn turn to Steve. She knew she should be even more indignant after finding out he had another girl in his room, but something was keeping her feet planted to the floor and it wasn’t just the fact the girl still had her hand. She was looking at her face and her initial read on him and his intentions simply wouldn’t let go, either.

  “Do you want me to prove it to her?”

  Gillian knew that the question was addressed to Steve, but she answered it herself anyway. A giddy feeling of exhilaration was already running through her, stemming from that odd touch.

  “Yes.”

  Chapter Nine

  Magic Comes in Many Forms

  Desmond appreciated the perks that came from being a senior Hunter for The Chain. The organization had approached him in University, ostensibly because of his historical research, though he had an unfounded hunch that there was more to it than that.

  His first hunts had been probationary but he had proved his value to the organization time and time again. Enough so to be given full benefits. Life, disability, health insurance and a matching retirement savings plan. While those were definitely incentives to staying with The Chain, it was probably the full use of the Incubus that was the most valuable to him.

  Scarret was a magical creature. One of dozens under the control of the secret society whose mission was to horde control of magical objects in order to establish the social and economic world order they desired. Unlike other Incubi, he was exceptional for one additional power beyond the ability to seduce women. He could pass that ability on to others for short periods of time.

  His own internal count had made it to forty before the raven-haired beauty beneath him started to struggle. He could see the bulge of her throat where his cock was lodged and he traced his fingers over the delicate skin there, still holding her head tightly in place by her hair. He pushed her lips deeper into the hair surrounding the base of his shaft.

  “You’re mine, Ariel.” He said. “Remember that. Everything you do is up to me. You eat when I say, sleep when I say. You breathe when I say.”

  From Desmond’s experience, the Incubus was able to seduce women because he was able to not only read their minds but to somehow understand exactly what they wanted. Ariel wanted to be truly owned by a man. A natural submissive, she was loving every moment of their encounter. The knowledge of her wants and desires was invaluable. While the Incubus’s powers were the perfect thing for a Hunter in need of extracting information from sources, it provided a great tool for a little rest and relaxation. From the state of her hot body sprawled out on the desk in front of him, one well-placed touch would send her straight into orgasm.

  He wasn’t ready to give her that yet. He rocked his cock back and forth, enjoying the friction but never giving up the snug embrace of her clenching throat. Despite his roughness, Desmond was perfectly in tune with Ariel’s needs and limits, thanks to Scarret’s loaned powers. He sensed the desperation now building in her as he continued to block her air, judging the right moment to relinquish his control. He was learning to use the powers more thoroughly each time he received them, digging deeper to not only completely enjoy the experience, but also to leave his conquests breathless and desiring more of his touch.

  Ariel was no different. Instead of completely letting go of his control of her breathing, Desmond provided another tease. He extracted his cock from her throat, hearing the huge rush of air she desperately sucked into her lungs even with his shaft still sunk in her mouth. Before the deep breath to replenish her was complete, he rode his cock back to the hilt once again.

  Desmond set a rhythm, sawing in and out of Ariel’s tight throat as she desperately tried to breathe around the blockage. Almost, he thought, almost.

  The soles of her cute tennis shoes drummed against the surface of the desk as he continued to fuck her face as she struggled. She was right on the edge. All it should take is just one more nudge, he thought.

  “I’m going to use your body, Ariel. Its sole purpose is to serve the will of my cock. I’m going to finish fucking this sweet mouth and move onto that pussy. I can just imagine how fucking wet its been getting since you seem to enjoy me treating you like a whore so much.”

  Desmond’s pace had slowed, allowing Ariel to catch more of her breath as he continued his long, deep slide into her throat over and over.

  “But don’t worry, love. I’ll make sure your tight little ass is ready for me.” He said, feeling his own orgasm building. It didn’t matter, the Incubus’s power would cover anything his body couldn’t handle. “But once that hot little hole is ready, I’m going to fuck it so hard you’ll be begging every guy you meet just to reproduce that feeling.”

  His cum started to pour into Ariel, triggering her own orgasm. Every muscle in her gorgeous body constricted, including her throat, making the spasms of his cock even more pronounced.

  In the morning, he’d track down the Jinn. He could already taste the reward The Chain had enticed him with this time, and it would be even more delicious than the sweet and desperate morsel shuddering in orgasm beneath him.

  Chapter Ten

  A Little Bit of Convincing

  “I’m not sure what to believe.” Gillian finally said, staring out the stone window at the slowly setting sun.

  Steve looked at her, then back out through the window. They were in some sort of castle overlooking a giant wooded valley, snow-capped peaks dominating the horizon and nearly glowing as the waning sun dipped behind them.

  “Yeah, I get that she’s a Jinn. That much was a pretty easy sell.” Gillian said, somewhat exasperated. “It’s the other stuff that I’m not too sure about.”

  “The magic bit.” Steve said. It wasn’t a question.

  Gillian nodded.

  “I mean, it almost borders on predestination, doesn’t it? The fact that allegedly the two of use were supposed to come together?”

  “That’s not really it, though.” Steve said, trying to untangle her thought processes, even though he wasn’t completely sure of his own. “It’s more of the fact that we can come together. It’s just that our current needs are compatible.”

  Gillian tore her eyes away from the glowing sunset, bringing them back to his own. “So what am I supposed to get out of being with you?”

  The redhead laughed.

  “Other than the obvious, of course.”

  “That’s nothing I can tell you, Gillian.” Steve said, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know your heart.”

  She snorted. “But Firefly does?”

  “She may be a bit…odd…but her heart is in the right p
lace, I think. I don’t think she really has all that much control over how the magic works. I guess the question to you would be why wouldn’t you want connect with me, normally? I’ll be the first to admit that my shyness would have just let you walk right past. I mean, you’re way out of my league.”

  Gillian rolled her eyes. “Please.”

  “Please, what? I’m just trying to be honest with you.”

  There was a long silence and he could see Gillian was weighing things in her mind.

  “I have some trust issues, if I’m going to be completely honest with you.”

  Steve nodded, but Gillian’s face suddenly changed.

  “What?”

  “So you…banged Lilly Austen?”

  Despite the fact that he wasn’t in a relationship with her, the words still stabbed as if he had done something wrong.

  “Yes.”

  The silence dropped back over the room as the light continued to dim. Gillian finally spoke again.

  “Can’t say as I blame you for that one. I don’t think I would have turned that down. I appreciate the honesty, though. About everything.”

  Steve looked down at her. He wasn’t sure what to do next. Call Firefly back and have her return them to the hotel? He fought against himself. Why can’t you just be a little more assertive? The thought came immediately with defenses from parts of his brain, but none were ever fully fleshed out.

  While Steve’s muddled mind was still determining the best course of action, the much shorter redhead had come up to her tiptoes and planted her lips on him.

  His body didn’t have nearly the struggle that his mind had been having. One hand pressed into the small of her back, driving her body even closer to him while the other cupped her cheek, feeling the silk of her hair on his knuckles and the soft lushness of her cheek on his palm. The kiss was slow and sensuous, though not at all hesitant.

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Gillian whispered, stepping away from him.

  The thing that surprised Steve the most was his immediate disappointment in her words. It wasn’t about sex, the kiss, or anything like that. “Look, I understand. I…”

  The petite redhead pressed her palm against his stomach and started exerting pressure. Steve stepped back, unsure what to do. His mind was still crushed by what it saw as a sign of rejection.

  Gillian stepped forward to match him, causing him to take first one, then more steps backwards. A snarky smile was building on her pretty face, sparkling up into her eyes to add an even more breathtaking quality to it. Steve realized he was completely enamored of her, his own smile growing exponentially, then twisting into shock as the backs of his knees hit a solid object, sending him toppling over backwards.

  He reached for Gillian’s pressing hand instinctively. The simple physics of his size versus hers brought her along with him. The sense of vertigo didn’t last too long, though. The moment Steve felt the softness of the linens, the layout of the room Firefly had magically transported them to refreshed itself in his brain. It was some sort of bedchamber, and despite his best attempts at unconsciously fucking things up, the stunning redhead was on top of him, pulling long, spiraling chunks of gorgeous red hair behind her head, wrapping them in a ponytail that she had pulled from somewhere using some magic of her own.

  “I guess you’ve decided I’m trustworthy.” Steve said, watching the expressions on her face closely.

  “So what’s every girl looking for?” She asked, looking down at him with something bordering on fascination.

  Steve laughed. “If I knew that, I’d probably be dating more.”

  Gillian smiled at his response. “No. Every girl is looking for something magical.”

  “I do seem to have that one covered, don’t I?” Steve said.

  “Doesn’t hurt that you’re hot, either.” Gillian said.

  A moment later, her lips were on him again. He could feel the way her delicious body melted against his, her legs tight around his thighs as she straddled him, a bit of growing self-consciousness due to the growing between them.

  “Well,” Gillian said, breaking the kiss after a minute. “It seems as if maybe I’ll be getting the same treatment as sexy Miss Austen.”

  Steve rolled hard, resulting in him taking the upper hand. Staring down at her, he responded. “Oh, you’re going to get everything she got and more.”

  Chapter Eleven

  All That and More

  Gillian wondered how it was possible that he wasn’t distracted by the sound of her heartbeat. Only the most strictly analytical side of her brain could accept that he wouldn’t be able to hear it and it was sadly outnumbered. The emotional side of her was completely in charge as she felt his hands wander over her body. Each movement was heavenly and she felt like she was only half-aware of his movements. She did feel his skin on hers, though, tracing down her legs from her upper thighs to her ankles…

  …taking her shorts and panties with them.

  She wanted him inside of her so badly, yet she could just tell that it wasn’t the top item on his agenda. His hungry eyes spoke volumes and it was no surprise that she felt his lips on her ankle, moving their way to her calf as he spread her legs wider. She felt the air on her as the movement opened her up, exposing her body. She had a pang of embarrassment, but it went away as quickly as the short sting of a vaccination as his lips moved higher.

  The sensations he was causing in her were almost alarming. She felt her body riding an edge, somehow hovering in a heightened-awareness that was almost jarring.

  The hot breath between her legs laser-focused her, aside from one stray thought. I’m about to find out why Lilly Austen had such a big smile on her face when she saw Steve again.

  His lips touched her body with a tenderness that she wasn’t expecting, though it was quickly overshadowed by the probing of her tongue, seeming to go right to the heart of her. She heard her own sharp intake of breath as he held her thighs firmly, slowly working his tongue around inside of her. She felt her pleasure heightening dramatically, even before one of his hands loosened its grip on her thigh and joined the assault, the thumb pressing down hard on her clit as he rolled it in rhythm with his tongue.

  “Oh, God.” She groaned, looking down to see what had to be delight in the former soldier’s eyes. It was. She could see the pleasure, watch him practically feeding on the pleasure she was exhibiting; the pleasure he was creating with her.

  He’s going to make me cum, she thought. It was shocking. He was going to make her cum and she was going to let him. It had always been one of her hang-ups, though she hated calling it that. There was some blockage in her mind against letting any man see her in such a vulnerable state, whether or not he was the one to induce it. If it happens, it happens, she thought, and I’m going to let it. It felt as if she were reassuring herself that it was acceptable, but her body didn’t need the reassurance.

  Even the moan that was pouring from Gillian’s lips was outside of her nature. It wasn’t as if she was asexual, but her lovers had been few and far between. The desire was always there, though, as if simply desiring to torment her mind with the longing for it.

  Suddenly, it was upon her. The long-levered railroad switch appeared in her head, a mental tool her brain had designed to thwart runaway trains that threatened to break through her blockade of thought.

  Gillian opened her eyes, their focus going to the finger-length waves of hair between her legs. Her hands went to it, touching him as if he were a live-wire or the contact would finally show her that this was just a fantasy.

  It wasn’t.

  The orgasm descended on her. It felt as if every inch of her body were suddenly alive rather than the slowly-spreading heat wave that her own touch inspired in her. This was something different and she knew it right away. She pushed down the fear of it almost immediately, her mind and body now working seamlessly together to reach their shared goal. She wanted to give herself over to the feelings, give herself over to him. To her, it wasn’t so much
of a submissive thing as it was a trust thing. She wanted to trust someone, particularly him, and she wanted it to be complete. Though the whole situation was almost completely unbelievable, she believed him.

  There certainly was one word to describe the feelings threatening to overwhelm her, though. It washed up and down in her mind like a letter in a bottle.

  Magical.

  Chapter Twelve

  Body Magic

  The response of Gillian’s gorgeous body kept Steve’s cock rock-hard as he pleasured her, but as he watched the orgasm finally begin to ebb, he didn’t think he could hold himself back anymore.