Magic Makes the Man

by Jason Hutchinson

  The foursome poured out of the limousine at Remy’s condo, each girl checking adjusting her dress and face as they emerged, other than Steve, who was already wearing three distinct shades of lipstick on his face and one, Remy’s, on his cock; from the moment she followed him into the VIP men’s room and pushed him forcibly into a stall to perform her own brand of magic on his dick.

  “This has been a lot of fun,” Remy said, watching the blonde and the redhead share what she believed to be their first kiss. “But I think that it’s time for the four of us to go to bed.”

  She tapped a long code into the key panel inside the elevator as the doors closed.

  “I think that sounds good to me.” Steve said, smiling.

  Gillian turned from where she had been buried in the new blonde’s embrace. “Yeah, you would think that, wouldn’t you?”

  “Do you blame me?” He asked, but pulled the redhead tightly into him, planting his lips on hers.

  “Jesus Christ, how long does this elevator take?” Chase groaned, inserting her hand between the two embracing lovers, finding the cock that she was needing more and more by the minute. She cursed herself for not feeding herself better before reaching this level. Her self-control was going to have to be on-point or they would all be destroyed by the power of her sexuality and that was the last thing that she wanted. She couldn’t remember the last time she had had such a good time and each of her prey were a delight. Steve’s low-key humor and good looks painted him as a nice guy unable to come to grips with the power he held. Gillian’s sense of adventure and humor lit up any room. Petite little Remy was something different, entirely. Chase felt a burning for the innocent, young thing like she hadn’t felt for another woman in as long as she remembered. Dorotea, she told herself, studying the young woman’s face as she watched the numbers climb; but that had been over a hundred years ago.

  Chapter Eight

  Gillian desired every inch of Chase’s gorgeous body and she thanked herself for taking a chance on Steve and his crazy story back at the beginning. The blonde was easily ten years her senior but Gillian was hard pressed to find even a simple blemish on the woman’s body, even as she peeled the dress down her perfect back, enticing her lips to touch that delicate skin.

  “I’m going to make you cum.” Chase whispered as she turned, the dress dropping around her ankles as she stared into Gillian’s eyes. The redhead felt herself blush as her eyes wandered the prize in front of her. “Right there, in the shower.”

  From there, the blonde took over and Gillian wanted her to. She wanted to give herself over to the beauty and let her have her way with her, no matter what form that took. Those eyes were so captivating and that touch. She looked down, just as her own dress was dropping to the floor. She wasn’t nearly as nude as her companion, though, but the blonde made quick work of her bra and supported her as she stepped out of her panties.

  “Start the water.” The blonde said, slapping her gently on the ass. “The hotter, the better.”

  Gillian jumped to it, feeling her nipples rising and the hairs on her arm standing up at the gorgeous woman’s touch. A moment later steam was filling the small space and she looked up to see devastating brown eyes, rich with emotion, coming right at her. Hands were on her bare flesh as those sweet, honeyed lips found hers again.

  “Let’s see what this beautiful body can do.” Chase whispered, lip to lip as her finger found her way into Gillian’s body.

  The nearly-scalding water cascaded down her back as the blonde pushed her into the shower cubicle, two fingers buried deep into her like a nursery rhyme character.

  Chapter Nine

  Gillian was far more interested in the new blonde than she was and Remy was delighted to have a bit of one-on-one time with Steve, even if it was just while the other two enjoyed the shower together. She could tell she had his undivided attention as she pressed him down onto the bed before rising and standing over him, holding the bottom hem of her short, purple dress.

  “I guess you can call me greedy, but I’m hoping to get a little of that dick in me before I have to share with the others.”

  “A little selfish,” Steve said, grinning as he watched the young beauty above him slip her panties over her ass and down to her knees. “But, I’ll allow it.”

  “Oh, will you?” Remy said, lifting one heel out of the panties, followed quickly by the next.

  Steve’s fingertips were tracing the strap of her heel right above her ankle. “I’m pretty forgiving about things like that.”

  Remy swished her dress a bit more as she threw one leg over his. “Show it to me.”

  She felt dirty saying it but her time with Gillian and Steve had already made her drop some of the inhibitions she’d held for as long as she could remember. There was something about him that made her feel special and even her friends from back home just weren’t able to grasp it. She didn’t want to feel special because she was an actress. Fuck that. Anyway, it felt like she was leaving that behind. Good riddance, anyway, she would say. She wanted to be special to someone just for being who she was. Yeah, it was a bonus that the sex was good, but she felt Steve saw deeper than that.

  At the moment, though, there was only one thing she wanted deeper.

  “Oh, so the bad girl finally rears her pretty head, huh?” Steve replied, though his fingers were already halfway through unbuckling his belt.

  Remy LaTrobe smiled down at him, her heart pounding as he struggled out of his pants. By the time he lay under her again, his cock was at full attention and she wanted it.

  “How’s that, sexy?” He asked.

  “Just what I’ve been looking for, actually.” She whispered, stepping forward a bit before dipping into a squat, still clutching at the hem of her dress with both hands.

  Steve started adjusting his cock as the gorgeous young beauty lowered herself down to his level, but she stopped him.

  “Now, hand’s off, Mister.” She said. “Don’t touch the ladies.”

  The threesome had visited a gentlemen’s club simply because she had wanted to; another of the things she loved about being with Gillian and Steve. Since then, it had been the running joke any time Steve made a move on either of them. Well, they always seemed to relent, she thought fondly.

  “My bad.” Steve said, throwing them up and behind his head. He watched her gently rock back and forth, imagining the core strength her position required. She was a goddess and seemed to have it all. She was young, smart, beautiful, and successful; and he’d never been able to shake the fact that magic was the only reason they were together. He knew the logic, but sometimes logic doesn’t sway the heart.

  Blinded by the dress still gracing her beautiful body, he felt the heat of her flesh as she connected with the shaft of his cock. He was expecting her to reach up under that dress and guide him into the tight embrace of her hot little pussy, but Remy was never one to do what was expected. Instead, through some sort of witchery, she slid her labia across his cock in what his old army buddies had called a stripper slide. As she reached the head of his cock she let more of her weight fall on him, but just for a second before she rose up again. In response, his cock twitched upright and in the moment before gravity could bring it back down, she was on it.

  Steve felt the tight channel of her pussy envelop his cock until he felt her weight settle in on his waist.

  “Just lay back, soldier.” She whispered, seductively. “I’m about to thank you for your service.”

  Chapter Ten

  Chase felt the young redhead’s orgasm flowing into her own body, feeding her need for sexual desire, but she reminded herself to control it. This encounter wasn’t about destroying these three; in fact, she liked them. This had to simply be about getting to the Jinn, which didn’t require her killing any of them.

  Gillian supported her weight on Chase’s shoulders as she came, her body heaving hard against the penetrating fingers that were locked tightly to her G-spot. Chase kissed her again, feeling the labored breathing
against her lips, knowing full well that the liquid spiraling slowly down the shower drain wasn’t all water.

  That’s it for her, though, Chase thought. Most men fell to her at the third orgasm, though she wasn’t nearly as experienced with women. She wanted to make it through the entire encounter giving each of her temporary lovers only one. The thought of holding back like that burned her in two ways. The first was that her hunger had already returned and the thought of ignoring the delicious buffet of their bodies and minds was awful. The second was that these were the type of people, Steve especially, that she was doing all of this for. She longed for a familiar lover’s touch, longed for a man to know every inch of her body and how it ticked, but that couldn’t happen. Her powers would simply overwhelm him.

  “You ready to go join the others, baby?” She asked, kissing the young beauty on the cheek, still supporting her as she removed her fingers.

  “Yeah.”

  It was barely a whisper. Gillian had definitely been weakened by her powers.

  Control yourself, she thought.

  Chapter Eleven

  Cinder couldn’t help herself. The brief taste of freedom had overwhelmed her and she wanted more. Mortals definitely got the wrong impression about Jinn from their legends and fairy tales. Not only were they offensive and sometimes downright racist, they didn’t even bother to get the facts straight. Jinn weren’t prisoners in their lamps. They simply followed a code that included them remaining confined unless called by a master. Mortal teenagers have a curfew, which is just about as effective a deterrent.

  She had the perfect solution and a hastily-designed plan to put it into action. What if she could convince Gillian to invoke the power of the lamp and become her master? That way she’d be able to enjoy some of the perks her pesky sister, Firefly was enjoying and Gillian would be on a more equal footing with the man she loved.

  Firefly herself was back in the lamp with Crystal, their eldest sister, working on a plan to keep the Chain at bay; but that wasn’t the real reason. Steve had asked Firefly to effectively to make herself scarce after sending the nasty little trio to their destination in Los Angeles.

  Firefly was pouting a bit.

  Just makes things easier for me, Cinder thought as she traced the flow of Firefly’s magic, still visible enough for her to follow. She had her eyes on it, anyway, reaching her destination and hovering in the air.

  “Nice condo.” She said aloud. The little mortal had done well for herself. Maybe she was the one to ask about becoming her master. She felt like she had a bond with the spunky redhead, though. After the ordeal with Desmond Loyale, whom Cinder had found out was the man that had kidnapped them, she felt like she had a bond with her. How the Chain would have someone like that working for them was beyond her. Back when they were founded by Carter Smythe in thirteen-hundred and…

  “What’s that?” She asked herself after breaking out of her rambling inner dialogue.

  Cinder looked down at the condo, seeing the faint pulse of Firefly’s magic still leading into the penthouse apartment. The problem was, there was another type of magic in there. It had come in through the front door and was pulsing there beneath her feet still.

  She hovered down, reminding herself that she wasn’t trying to be a Twinkle Fairy like Firefly had accused her. The Twinkle Fairies were simple folk that…Cinder stopped the train of her mind again. “Focus.”

  She pressed her hand against the wall, feeling the vibrations of it until she had calibrated herself. She passed through easily, only to be confronted with the last thing she had ever expected.

  There was a succubus in the room and from the look of it, she already had her hooks in Steve. “Or is his hook in her?” She said, immediately slapping her hand over her mouth. Her fingers spread an inch. “I said that out loud.”

  The second outburst came as a whisper but the damage had already been done. Four faces stared at her. Green, blue, a soft sort of hazel, and a piercing set of dark-toned brown eyes that suddenly turned into bright, red infernos.

  “Oh, Shit.” Cinder whispered.

  End of The Sergeant and the Succubus

  Book Five:

  Nerdy Girls and Nefarious Forces

  Chapter One

  Crystal was in mid-sentence when Firefly heard Steve Ballard’s summons.

  “Sorry, sis.” Was all she managed to say by way of leave before puffing out of the lamp, leaving the eldest Jinn flustered. First she had found that Cinder had slipped out again and now this. With nothing more than a sigh, she went back to her work, tracing magical sources in the hopes of finding something that would take the Chain in the opposite direction of her and her sisters.

  Firefly’s arrival in Los Angeles wasn’t for a wish or anything fun like that, taking a bit of the wind from her sails. “Wow, you’re all a gloomy bunch.” She said. The room looked like a bomb had gone off and all of the occupants were still in some form of undress. Remy held a sheet around her waist while Gillian Dupree was just dropping a dress over her petite figure. Steve was…

  The Jinn looked away as he slid his shorts up his legs, finally covering himself. The little Jinn’s blush was the least of his worries.

  “Something is after Cinder.” Steve said, bringing her head back around to face him suddenly.

  “Like a succubus?” Firefly asked. She was frustrated, but how was the mortal to know such things or how to identify them at all? If he hadn’t insisted that she didn’t hang around after wish granting, this wouldn’t have happened.

  “A what?” Remy asked, scooching herself towards the foot of the bed where Steve Ballard stood.

  “A succubus.” Firefly said. “It’s a good thing none of you had sex with her.”

  Three sets of eyes stared at her before suddenly falling away, somehow finding something more important to look at.

  Firefly face-palmed. “All of you?”

  “What happens if we did?” Gillian asked, her face showing visible signs of worry.

  The Jinn paced the room for a second before starting. “Well, depending on how many orgasms you have with her, her powers could slowly diminish your ability to fight and she would consume you. Back in the second century, there was a sultan who met a young woman on the road to Damascus. When he…”

  “Consume?” Remy said, startled, interrupting the Jinn’s accelerating ramble.

  “Well…” Firefly started, apparently just flipping tracks as if a switch had been pulled.

  “Stop.” Steve said suddenly, commanding all attentions. “Whatever this woman was, she took off after Cinder like a bat out of Hell and that’s all that matters right now.”

  Firefly just stared at him for a moment, the stars surrounding her face winking on and off like Christmas lights.

  “Steve is right.” Gillian said. “We have to find a way to go after her.”

  “Can’t you just wish she was free?” Remy asked, sliding herself under Steve’s protective arm, the sheet still wrapped around her petite curves.

  Firefly grimaced. “It’s not that easy.” She said. “We’re going to have to bring Crystal into this.”

  “How do we do that?” Steve asked.

  “Someone is going to have to summon her.” Firefly said. “Where’s the lamp?”

  “It’s back at my place in…”

  Remy made a heaving sound as they were suddenly and roughly transported to Steve’s apartment a thousand miles away.

  “If someone summons her, doesn’t that make them her master?” Gillian asked as she left the room, her arm wrapped around the rapidly-greening actress as she led her to the bathroom.

  “She won’t mind, really.” Firefly said, raising her voice a little to extend into the other room.

  Gillian returned a moment later.

  “It’s going to have to be you.” Steve said to her as she came to his side.

  Gillian paled. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

  Steve turned her to face him, taking her by the shoulders. “You’re
ready for this. You’re more ready for this than I have ever been or probably ever will be. You’re smart, you’re grounded and…you deserve it.”

  Tears welled in the redhead’s eyes as he ranted compliments at her.

  “The lamp?” Firefly said, dancing back and forth between feet.

  “Over here.” Steve said, rushing to the kitchen where he retrieved the ancient artifact from its hiding place.

  Gillian’s eyes pored over it, reverently. “Well, that certainly makes all of this so much more surreal, doesn’t it? What do I do?”

  Firefly gave her a flat look.