Magic Makes the Man

by Jason Hutchinson

  “I…” She started, but his fingers pressed against her lips.

  “Be quiet.” He said. It wasn’t firm like an order, but she sensed that it wasn’t just a suggestion. She followed it without debate.

  Chase trembled as he continued to circle her, the second time around exploring her body with his hands; a touch here and a touch there causing her whole body to flush with goosebumps.

  “You see this cock?” He asked.

  She nodded her head, not wanting to break the spell with her own words.

  “You’re going to have to earn it.” He said.

  With those words, he pulled at her dress, splitting it at the seam under her arm. With the sound of fabric rending and her own slight gasp, it fell to the floor in tatters and she was nude before him.

  Her hunger was overwhelming her and it took every ounce of self-control not to turn the tables on him. She could make him worship her, though even that came across as wishful thinking. Any other man, she thought. There was something in him that she didn’t recognize; some strength within him that made her mind and her body simply want to prostrate herself for him, worshipping at his feet.

  Steve Ballard finally sat on the foot of the bed, pulling her towards him until his lips were just below her naval. They were hot to the touch and the promise drove renewed shivers down her spine. His hands caressed her legs in unison from her knees to her hips, as if pantomiming the perfect shape of a woman. Dipping back down, one of his hands lifted her leg and she suddenly felt like a prize horse being examined. He rested her foot on the bed beside him and she felt his hot breath on her flesh, almost triggering her succubus side.

  She closed her eyes as she felt his tongue start exploring her skin, quickly finding the heat already raging at the center of her. The penetration flashed through her like a whirlwind of fire, scouring away all thoughts of anything but her desire for him. She felt her leg wrap around his back sensuously as he dove deeper into her.

  It wasn’t going to take him long to make her cum and she made the conscious decision to allow it. Even the succubus in her agreed.

  One delicious climax before we consume him.

  End of Nerdy Girls and Nefarious Forces

  Book Six:

  Breaking the Chain

  Chapter One

  Firefly watched.

  In a way, she’d been watching over Sergeant Steve Ballard ever since the first day he had become her master, but this was different. She knew for certain that she would have little hope of defeating a succubus like Chase on her own but knew with just as much certainty that she would throw herself out there for him if things took a bad turn.

  Watching wasn’t exactly comfortable for her, at least when it came to him. He had asked her to not be around when he was doing his thing, and she had complied. It wasn’t that she was compelled to comply; he hadn’t wished it, though there were ways around even that. She had wanted to separate herself. She’d had plenty of time to work out whether the feelings she held were those of jealousy, but she’d failed at that as much as she had failed to protect him. He was effectively in a sex duel with a succubus, so he wasn’t exactly being kept from harms way by his bound Jinn, was he?

  Chase hadn’t killed him yet and her imperfect scoring had him ahead by two points. She grinned, watching the scene through the power of her magic like a sports fan on the edge of the seat in double-sudden-death-overtime.

  While she hadn’t managed to figure out if she was jealous of his affections for Remy and Gillian, she had managed to accept the fact that she was in love with him. Hundreds of masters over the course of hundreds of years and this was the first time. She was in love with Steve Ballard.

  Crystal, her eldest sister, had sent her off on an unrelated errand, but she was quick to figure out it was just a ruse to keep her out of the way since she was too close. Fortunately, she didn’t have a very strong track record of listening to what her sister said. Cinder was no better. The youngest of the Jinn was even more of a troublemaker than she was and the magic box on the succubus’s nightstand confirmed that fact. The ornately carved box was her sister’s prison and the succubus was on her way to turn her over to the Chain, which couldn’t be good at all. Steve had stepped in to save her and it only served to reinforce her love for him.

  Another thing she hadn’t worked out was the glow he had around him. Not literally, but magically. She and her sisters had the power to track and see magic, sometimes even long after the spell or charm was cast; though this one was unusual to her. It seemed to be blending with the powers pulsating around the succubus itself, making it even harder to decipher.

  She felt a pulse between her own legs, pushing it down. This is about protecting Steve, she thought, reprimanding herself.

  If he survived this, she was going to tell him. If he didn’t, she’d be joining him in whatever was next.

  Chapter Two

  The thudding boom of the clock’s chimes echoed through the corridors with enough force for her to imagine a huge clocktower that would put Big Ben to shame. Remy was there with her, but as much as she cared about her, the young actress wasn’t likely to be much help.

  The two had been searching for anything that would help them recover the Cinder or find out anything about what had happened to Steve. He’d disappeared without a trace right as they were discussing the best approach to Cinder’s rescue. Now they had two rescues to get through.

  “Back.” She whispered, stopping the brunette in her tracks with an outstretched hand as she approached from behind. There was a guard stationed at one of the doors around the corner and she had tried to be seen by as few people as possible. Fortunately, there was enough hustle and bustle in the Chain’s headquarters that little attention was paid to them. As Crystal had said, her own magic would be like wearing a flashing light on her head while the two of them should be able to walk around the complex without much trouble.

  The guard was trouble, though. As much as she wanted to ignore him and check somewhere else, Gillian knew it was important. After cracking a couple of dozen doors, each seeming to lead to another world, they’d never been prevented from entering one. The soothing lap of waves at a serene beach had been tempting, but being responsible was something she’d had going for her since childhood. She wanted to be someone people could count on; someone to believe in, just as she believed in Steve.

  Gillian glanced back at the pretty brunette on her heels. The face she wore was nervousness and anxiety, both liabilities.

  “Remy?” She asked. The thought that had just crossed her mind was one that she should have debated internally, but she was running low on options.

  “We’re going to have to distract the guard.”

  “How are we going to do that?” Remy whispered.

  “Actually, you’re going to distract the guard.”

  The young actress paled. “I don’t know if I can do that.” She whispered, her voice shaky. “I mean, I can barely stand up I’m so nervous.”

  Steve crossed his mind, particularly the times he’d talked about having to lead his team through dangerous situations, like being ambushed by insurgents outside of the green zone in Baghdad. She had to lead.

  “Remy. You’re an actress. If you hadn’t taken some time to be with Steve and I, you’d probably be filming scenes somewhere. You can do this.”

  “It’s just a hiatus.” She said. “I’m waiting on a good role.”

  Gillian smiled comfortingly. “Yes, but you should definitely practice in the interim.”

  She watched the comment register and go through several emotions on Remy’s face before pride showed up.

  “Distract the guard.” Remy whispered, looking down and straightening the skirt that lay loosely right above her knees. She untucked her button-down shirt, and as Gillian watched, hiked the skirt up past her navel, bringing those remarkable thighs into play. She straightened the shirt down over it, but not before unbuttoning it to just below her bra.

  “That’s my girl righ
t there.” Gillian smiled.

  “I don’t know how long I can distract him.” Remy said, a little bit of nerves still prominent in her voice. “So you’ll need to get in and out as fast as you can.”

  Gillian kissed her quickly on the lips. “Do the best you can, sweetie.” She said. “If we get separated, remember the spell Crystal gave us.” She watched the brunette test her memory, her lips gently moving as she repeated the words.

  “What if he’s not into girls?” Remy asked, just as she was about to step around the corner.

  “Tell him you’re a guy.” Gillian responded, nudging the actress around the corner.

  The redhead waited a minute before peering around the corner again. She hadn’t heard any shouts or sounds of a struggle, so far, so good.

  The actress was standing in front of the guard, her hip cocked to one side as she whispered something towards the faceplate of his dark metal helmet.

  Get it, girl, Gillian thought. If the actress had anything going for her, it was that sweetly innocent face and a body that made men salivate. The guard was no exception and Remy stood stock still as he slowly circled her, taking her in from all angles. Suddenly, they disappeared.

  Gillian made a dash for the door.

  Chapter Three

  Aesop’s dog had a similar predicament, though Steve’s was more of a life-or-death matter. Scarret hadn’t been able to tell him precisely how many climaxes he had to unleash on the succubus before he broke her. He’d already managed to give her two and he’d managed to bring her right to the edge of a hat trick although it had cost him. Reaching for that proverbial bone was likely to cause him to drop his own.

  It was a balancing act.

  Chase’s tongue sparred with his own and those long, sexy legs were wrapped tightly around his back as he fucked her with long, powerful strokes with enough force to press a little bit of air from her lungs each time. He was right on the edge and so was she. Scarret’s magic was helping him, but the old incubus had warned him that it would only delay the inevitable. The succubus side of her nature had evolved to be the perfect sexual partner for the human male, both in seduction and the actual nuts and bolts of the act of intercourse. Surviving that tongue surfing down the underside of his cock until his head forced its way down her tight throat had been nothing short of a miracle, in his opinion.

  “Don’t.” Chase groaned, tossing her head side-to-side in a cascade of lazy, blonde curls. Steve went on alert, but she continued. “Oh God, please don’t stop.”

  With her words and her moans, Steve felt his own need rise. It was torment to hold it in, but he was fighting for his life. His life, and Cinder’s life, most likely.

  Firefly was on his mind.

  It seemed a little out of place at first, but Scarret had advised him that random thoughts were his friend when facing the succubus. He loved her. He was thinking about her as he fucked Chase, but not in the same way. The thought of holding her in his arms kept him going as he knew that she would be next on this Chain’s agenda. According to Scarret, the crone that directed the troops would stop at nothing to control all the magic in the world.

  Muscles clamped down on his cock, rippling and pulsing. That wasn’t the worst of it. They gripped him so tightly he couldn’t extract himself. Those terrifyingly beautiful blue eyes rolled up in Chase’s head as she shuddered in a silent orgasm that seemed to take away even her ability to moan as her legs lost their grip around his back.

  “That’s it, Chase. Give that body to me. You know you want to have a real man on top of you, a real man inside you.”

  Chase’s eyes came back to his, locking on with an intensity he could feel pulsing through every inch of her gorgeous body. She nodded, slowly. “I need your cum inside of me.”

  Steve felt his tipping-point like a tight-rope walker taking a moment to discard his balance bar and glance down to check on his landing point. It was already too late when he realized he had crossed the line. Chase’s body milked him as his cock pulsed inside of her, his hot cum finding its way into every fold of her tight pussy, seeping into her womb.

  The weakness he felt was dramatic.

  Dramatic and frightening.

  Chapter Four

  Remy found herself lounging on a beach chair wearing her favorite bikini. She probably shouldn’t have taken a sip of the iced drink in her hand, but it had been second nature for her. Margarita, perfect, she thought. The last thing she remembered was…

  He stepped out of the cabana behind her right around the time that the odd disorientation sorted itself out. Build and size-wise, he was the same as the guard she had been meant to distract, but that was where the comparisons ended.

  This guy was a knockout, right up there with the level of the love interests the producers liked to cast her with; older, but not so much as to be creepy. Definitely chiseled and handsome, but with a streak of approachable sweetness. The conversation came back to her as he knotted the towel tightly around his waist. It hadn’t been at all subtle. The slut role wasn’t something she had ever gone out for, but this had definitely showed her she could pull it off.

  “Now, that’s much better.” She said, rubbing one leg over the top of the other as she stared up at him. At least the look of desire didn’t require acting, she thought.

  He smiled. “When you said you’d like to fulfil one of my fantasies, this is what came to mind.”

  This? Remy wouldn’t have judged him to be the romantic beach-front cabana type of guy, what with his all-black uniform and foreboding helmet that appeared to have actual horns on it.

  “It’s beautiful, baby.” She said, setting the drink down. “And so are you.”

  He blushed. He actually blushed. You’ve got this, baby, Remy told herself.

  She leaned forward, bringing her eyes directly to the level of the bulge already making itself known through the plush terrycloth of his white towel.

  “I hope you’re not too pressed for time, doll.” She said. Goosebumps spread out from her ice-cold fingertip as she first touched him, gently on his abs right above the towel.

  “Not at all.”

  The first thing she could read was the lie in his voice. He was meant to be back and knew it wasn’t going to be good if he was caught, but the other look in his face, and under his towel, told her he figured she was worth it.

  With a little quick finger work, the towel crumbled to the boards of the worn desk and his cock sprung up to within a few inches of her lips.

  “When you’re ready to cum, just let me know, but do it in my mouth.” She said, keeping her eyes directly on his. She reached for one of his hands and slowly pulled it up, slipping it behind her head as she guided her lips onto that gorgeous cock.

  Whatever Gillian was doing, she felt like she had gotten the better deal.

  Chapter Five

  Boxes. Boxes and trinkets.

  It wasn’t nearly what Gillian had been expecting and she was a little confused about what to do next. Had she really sacrificed Remy for…a golden monocle and a box of what appeared to be onyx-carved scarabs?

  She turned the monocle over a few times in her hand, staring at the back wall of the room as if the answers might suddenly appear there. “What the fuck, Gillian?” She whispered. She kept it way down, but she knew that her mind wouldn’t rest until she said it out loud. As she rummaged through the box with the bugs, there was a horrible, grating sound from the hallway that disappeared into the darkness to her right.

  Gillian wasn’t certain it had been there when she came in. She felt her fingers close over one of the scarabs, sliding it into her skirt pocket as she slowly backed the way she had come. The first echoing footstep heading her direction doubled her pace, but any more than that terrified her that it might make a sound. She was fumbling behind her for the handle to the door when the sounds came close enough to identify.

  High heels.

  They clicked against the stone, the acoustics picking up the sound and repeating it in an endless canon of
hammering that grew louder and louder.

  The handle behind her wouldn’t budge and she even tried pushing it upwards as if that would help. It didn’t. It was locked. She searched for anything she could use to defend herself and only just missed coming up empty-handed. She had a little stone scarab.

  If her aim was good…and she couldn’t even kid herself. She heard it clack to the floor as the footsteps banged closer and closer. The clatter was noisy enough that the owner of those footsteps certainly would have heard it. That and the sound of scuffling. She looked down at her feet to see the scarab scuttling back and forth before making a beeline to her tennis shoe. By the time it reached her ankle the thought of remaining quiet was a distant memory. Unfortunately, before the scream reached her lips it had taken advantage of her shock to slip between her lips. As she felt it slip down her throat a wave of heat washed over her and the owner of the thundering footsteps appeared in the room.