Magic Makes the Man

by Jason Hutchinson

  He hesitated as he came up between her legs, staring into the placid, freckled face beneath him, eyes closed as if enjoying a light sleep. With a sudden flash of color, they opened and she seemed to read directly into the heart of him.

  She grinned. “Please. I want you inside of me.”

  Steve knew that he was being held back by the absolute terror of anything going wrong with this encounter. For the first time in his life his brain was triumphing over his body, even though it was causing his hesitation. Gillian’s invitation was exactly what the doctor had ordered. She brought him in, guiding his cheek with her palm, letting him know without a doubt that she wanted his lips on hers in tandem with the coupling of their bodies.

  Gillian’s body needed no encouragement. The moment the head of his cock brushed between her taut thighs, it was as if he was drawn inside by the magnetism of her body and his own burning desire for her. Heat and sparks seemed to engulf him, spreading out from his core like a wildfire as his weight came down on top of him, his cock driving deep as his lips met hers in a passionate kiss.

  It wasn’t going to last long and he knew it. The thought of his stamina being amplified by Firefly’s magic wasn’t even a consideration. He wanted nothing more than to explode deep inside of that throbbing heaven. He knew that he had no need of protection due to his sterility, but she didn’t. Even though it had been something dominating his life ever since he had first been with a woman, he had never really figured out how to talk about it during the heat of passion. He kept his thrusts under control, feeling as if any sudden moves would set him off like a hair-trigger. Those gorgeous, creamy-white thighs were tight around his waist, her hands clasped around his neck as he stared down at her.

  “Yes.” She whispered.

  He must have had a puzzled look on his face, because she spoke again.

  “Yes, you can cum inside me. I’ve got protection.”

  Steve gave her a gentle, lingering kiss before responding.

  “Are you reading my mind now?”

  “Only if you keep it open like that.” She whispered.

  The light outside had nearly faded out, leaving nothing but the light of candles to illuminate Gillian’s beautiful face.

  No more words were spoken. Steve lasted longer than he had imagined, finally pressing her small body deep into the mattress as he planted his entire weight on her in some biological imperative to plant his see as deeply as possible. It flowed into her with each successive spasm, answered by a clenching of her own muscles, creating a cascading string that seemed as if it would never end.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Epilogue

  Desmond’s body pounded into the willowy blonde from behind over and over again, listening to her howls of pleasure. Her hand was buried between her legs, fingers deep within her while her palm rubbed vigorously against her clit.

  “You like that, don’t you, baby?” He asked.

  She whimpered in agreement as he slowed down, watching his rigid cock snake slowly in and out of her newly-stretched ass. It was her first time and normally he would have taken it easy, but he had magic on his side. Her delicious, young body would be able to withstand anything he threw at it and she would enjoy every minute of it. She had pursued him, of course, though he had made sure he was in the right place the moment he’d initiated the Incubus powers on loan from Scarret.

  He was killing time, mostly. The girl writhing in orgasm on his driving shaft had been a passing fancy, since his first visit to the Jinn-Master’s room had left him empty-handed. According to the Incubus, the man he was looking for was nowhere within his magically-enhanced awareness.

  A Jinn was the only creature who could have done that, and he knew it. He was going to stay until his return and the blonde had certainly caught his eye. The voluptuous figure was a bonus to the prize of those stunning blue eyes and a delightfully large pair of breasts. After he finished with her, he would check the room again and she would go on her way, happily. Whatever reward the magic had in store for her would definitely have been well-earned.

  Within moments of meeting, he’d been in her room, the blonde dropping to her knees as if starving for what he had to offer. It had been rough and messy; mostly led by the young woman herself. He gave her the leeway to show him exactly what she liked and it hadn’t taken much convincing. A puddle of her saliva had pooled on the floor from his forceful attack on her throat, culminating in hot, sticky jets of his cum coating that beautiful face from hairline to chin. What she didn’t immediately scoop off and into her mouth remained there as he lay her on her back across the desk, driving his still-hard shaft into her, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm as the desk threatened to collapse under the force.

  Her ass, though. It was the icing on the cake. It gripped his cock like a vice as he fucked it with the same force he had used on her other holes.

  “I sense that he has returned.”

  The voice belonged to Scarret. It was rough and deep, perfectly reflecting his thousands of years of existence. It was also only in his mind. Desmond acknowledged it, the ear-to-ear grin on his face having nothing to do with the woman he was fucking. He could taste The Chain’s rewards already, as if he needed more than what the organization had already granted him. He slammed into the blonde deep, using her hips as leverage. His weight quickly pushed her down to her stomach as his cock unleashed into her bowels, his throbbing shaft widely stretching her sore muscle.

  “Thank you.” She whispered, though she suddenly realized she was alone. Her body felt empty, but the elation of what had happened was paramount. She finally felt free, though his sudden disappearance gave her that quiver of a doubt. Only the aching pleasure of her body convinced her that it had been real.

  End of Fangirls and Fantasies

  Book Three:

  The Harem and the Hero

  Chapter One

  “Did the two of you have…fun?”

  Firefly’s smirk exploded into a giggle a fraction of a second after the last word came out. The lights that normally surrounded her face intensified, glinting off her almost too-large blue eyes and turning them into shimmering gemstones.

  Steve was about to reply to the laughing Jinn, but he was pre-empted by the tousled redhead at his side.

  “We most certainly did, Firefly, and I appreciate it. It was very beautiful. Where were we?”

  The Jinn’s smile changed from one of amusement to one of blushing excitement. “Well, it was the palace of one of my sisters’ former masters. I just made sure you’d be there at a time when the Lord was out on a hunting trip. The place is pretty much deserted during the Spring months.”

  “Well, it was absolutely lovely.” Gillian said, then paused her thought for a moment as something else came to mind. “You said you decided what time to send us there? You can send us back and forth in time?”

  Firefly scrunched up her nose and tossed her hair a bit, one of the looks she usually gave when she was about to pontificate. Steve was all too familiar with it, and the answer, so he quietly took a step back. There has to be a coffee maker in here somewhere, he thought.

  “Back is good, but we can’t do forward…” He heard the Jinn say as he went around the corner. “You see, time is like a line that’s being drawn. You can go back along the line…”

  The words faded out as he went into the little kitchen in the hotel suite. He realized he had no sense of time. Had the Jinn returned them to the moment they had left, or was the comic book convention long gone?

  He saw the remnants of the prior evening, recognizing the mess as his own.

  “So, that answers that.” He said. He could hear Firefly’s voice in the other room, though the words were indecipherable. He smiled. Now that Gillian had been convinced of the Jinn’s powers, she also needed to learn about her personality. The only way the discussion of time-travel would end would be if the redhead or someone else stopped it.

  “I’ll rescue her in a bit. After I make coffee.” Steve said aloud, opening
the cabinets one by one in search of the supplies he needed.

  Steve located the tin that stored the heavenly aromatic coffee that Firefly had provided. Okay, he thought, so maybe technically that kind of thing was a wish, but she could have just as well stopped at the market. The tin itself seemed ancient, but the coffee was perfection. The smell was as if the beans had just been roasted and ground. The brew itself somehow managed to be rich and invigorating with a flavor he’d not yet been able to wrap his taste buds around.

  “Delicious, anyway.” He said, smiling; the two female voices still buzzing from the other room. Though he couldn’t make out all the words, he found himself stunned that Gillian seemed to be an equal participant in the conversation. He laughed. “Doing better than I ever do.”

  Behind the coffee canister was something that certainly was ancient.

  Firefly’s lamp.

  He reached for it as he finished setting the pot to brew, something the young Jinn had said earlier just resurfacing in his thoughts.

  “Sister.”

  Firefly had mentioned sisters before, but he couldn’t really blame himself for the concept having slipped his mind. He had seen and done some incredible things since those first few days back in Iraq at the Widow Nimri’s sprawling mansion.

  Absently, he peered down the spout of the lamp as he listened to the grumbling and groaning of the coffee maker as it churned out the current object of his affection. Just like the coffee building slowly up in the bottom of the pot, the interior of the lamp was dark, revealing nothing inside. It rattled in his hand.

  “Crap.” Steve said. “Sorry.”

  He addressed his statement to the lamp itself. Even though he was supposedly the ‘master of the lamp’, he still mostly delegated its care and transport to Firefly herself. The full use of her powers was still farther down the rabbit hole than he really wanted to travel, at least for now. The thought of multiple Jinn was an additional layer of terror. He couldn’t imagine having to deal with three of her at the same time.

  Gillian came from all this, though.

  He smiled, opening the neighboring cabinet for one of the hotel’s branded mugs. He brought it down, setting it next to the lamp, using the back of his hand to nudge it to the side.

  “Hi, I’m Cinder.”

  Fortunately, Steve hadn’t started pouring the coffee yet. He turned slowly to face the unfamiliar voice and was confronted with a pixyish blonde who would have been about a half a head taller than Firefly.

  “Hey, I didn’t.” Steve said, his words tripping into a stammer. “I mean, I didn’t mean to…I…”

  The Jinn laughed. It was a gentler laugh than Firefly’s, but still full and infectious. He was anticipating the spunky Jinn to hear it and come to his ‘rescue’ until the ebbing chuckle of it revealed that the sounds coming from the other room had ceased.

  “Oh, we’re kinda, you know…outside of reality right now.”

  “Outside of what?”

  “Reality.” Cinder said, her face expressing ‘why don’t you know this?’

  Steve tried as hard as he could for his own expression to tell her that wasn’t really an answer and he felt he had some modicum of success. Unfortunately, he wasn’t thinking much about how that success would manifest.

  “Well, reality is the world or the state of things as they exist. It’s the complete opposite of things that are imaginary and even what you would consider an ideal. I mean, it would be a great world if everyone got along and everyone loved one another. That could exist, but you people always seem to fuck that up. The point is, that’s not reality. Reality is pretty easy to distinguish…”

  “Okay, why?” Steve said, cutting her short. He’d learned not to be overly polite during his conversations with Firefly as she didn’t seem to have any way of reading disinterest. In fact, he’d once nodded off when she was explaining the history of ‘Crab Rangoon’. He had asked her if she wanted some and she was still working her way down a historical tangent when a twitch had jarred him back to consciousness.

  Firefly’s most mischievous faces hadn’t even prepared him for the look on the willowy blonde’s formerly innocent face.

  “I just wanted to have some fun.”

  “I don’t think that’s really a good idea…Cinder, right?”

  “Yep, it’s Cinder…fella.”

  The Jinn twisted up her nose and snorted a laugh. “Did you see what I did there?”

  The facepalm urge had never been stronger, but Steve valiantly resisted. “I think we should go out and discuss this with Firefly and Gillian.”

  Cinder pouted. “I never get to have any fun.”

  “Look,” Steve said. “Firefly isn’t even getting to do what she wants. I’ve just got some issues with the whole thing. I’m working them out, but the last thing I need is…”

  “You just need to forget all that and let go. I mean, the fun we could have!”

  Steve laughed. “Yeah, I wish it were that easy.”

  He spent less than a second wondering why the little Jinn’s eyes suddenly widened when her lips turned up into the wicked smile he recognized from her older sister.

  “Cinder, no, I didn’t…”

  Chapter Two

  Steve walked through the lobby of the lodge, his eyes roaming left and right as he approached the giant, oak-trimmed reception desk. To the right was the entrance to a darkened bar area, gently overflowing with the tinkle of piano keys and a soft singing voice. To the left, a roaring fireplace and seating area.

  He noted the eyes following him as he approached the reception desk, though he was careful not to acknowledge them. He was still trying to become accustomed to the new life that had opened up for him since the first day he’d found the Jinn. With little effort, some of the main stressors of life had simply evaporated. His financial state could be summed up in a brief statement.

  He could have anything he wanted.

  The same saying went as well for his love-life. Cinder tended to over-do things and this had been one of them. Ever since the episode with the cherries, he’d tried to really think through anything he wished for, but she’d still managed to go overboard when it came to his most recent.

  “Really, I’d just like to have women find me more…attractive, or maybe just if I knew they were attracted to me somehow.”

  In retrospect, what he should have wished for was to be less shy around the ladies. He’d never been a line-slinger or pick-up artist. That certainly would have been easier to deal with. In Cinder’s interpretation of his wish, ‘more women’ became ‘all women’ and Steve definitely knew when they were attracted to him. Mostly, all the time and in some inconvenient situations and locations. The only modification he’d been able to pry out of her was that it didn’t include anyone he legally couldn’t be with.

  The Jinn’s magic took some getting used to. Cinder had tried to explain that the magic didn’t force anything, it simply put the right people, or things depending on the wish, together at the right time. He had thought about wishing for a little more control but hadn’t worked out all the kinks of that one quite yet. Thing is, more often than not, the mischievous Jinn didn’t bother to wait for him to wish for something, she’d just go for it, claiming all the way that she was allowed to help without permission.

  “Can I help you, Sir?”

  “I have a reservation, under Ballard.” Steve said, looking the young woman directly in the eyes. Since Cinder was in his life, his confidence level had soared, for good reason. Just his words seemed to make her blush.

  “Let me check, Mr. Ballard.”

  Steve inspected her nametag. Jill stared down at the screen, slender fingers flying across the keyboard. He could see her dark blue eyes resisting the temptation to glance back up at him prematurely.

  “Oh, it’s right here.” She said, looking up for a brief moment but paling under the gaze of his eyes.

  “Thanks, Doll.” Steve answered. “I like your name. Jill.”

  Repeating the na
me struck him as odd and something seemed to rattle around in his brain like a loose screw.

  “It’s short for Jillian.” The girl said, blushing furiously as she tried to remember the long list of steps she needed to perform to check in a guest.

  “Is it?” Steve whispered. He felt like someone had just punched him in the gut. Something drew him to the attractive, young blonde, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

  “You’re supposed to put your finger in it.” A voice whispered breathily in his ear.

  The blonde behind the counter seemed startled that Cinder was standing behind him, but apparently put it off to her own distraction.