Magic Makes the Man

by Jason Hutchinson

  Gillian froze.

  “Akeela.”

  The word was foreign to Gillian but she couldn’t get over the woman that had just walked into the room. Riding on a pair of three-inch heels that dared the eyes to climb up those latte-fantasy legs and into the sexy dress, the gorgeous Latina wore that dress well. For its part, it did a magnificent job highlighting her voluptuous curves, even if not keeping them covered to a degree polite society could accept.

  The stunningly-beautiful woman looked at Gillian, turning her head in a question. “Akeela? Is everything alright, my love?”

  Gillian felt a trembling in her body that wasn’t fear. It was inexplicable at first, but her mind became more and more aware that it was emanating from the place between her legs. She had to say something. For some reason, the woman thought she was someone else; someone close, someone intimate. Those thoughts amplified the odd feelings and she felt a distraction that niggled at her mind.

  “Everything is fine, my love. I was just…”

  Fortunately, the woman chose to finish the sentence for her. “…looking at my new treasures?”

  “Indeed.” Gillian said. As the woman’s eyes scanned the boxes and items in the room Gillian took advantage of the distraction to adjust her crotch. For some reason, her panties were off-center and they were starting to drive her crazy. The distraction was far too short for her to fully investigate, but distinctly long enough for her to realize that there was something in her panties that hadn’t been there before.

  The woman drew closer to her, longing and something else in those dark, brown eyes. “I was hoping to find you.” She whispered. Gillian could feel the hackles rising on the back of her neck and the inexplicable bulge in the pants she hadn’t been wearing flexed, tightening the fabric even more. “I need to calm myself, and you’re so good at that.”

  Gillian saw the lust ignite in those eyes. If that hadn’t been enough, the signals sent to her brain when the woman grabbed the lump in her pants would have been. I’m someone else, she thought, but further thoughts were hard to focus on as the woman kissed her gently.

  Chapter Six

  Scarret hadn’t expected things to turn out quite like they were. He hadn’t specifically told Steve Ballard that he wouldn’t be involved in any way other than the transfer of power, had he? Tendrils of magic had come back to him shortly after Steve had confronted the succubus, Chase, and they were intoxicating. Intoxicating enough that he was unable to resist following them back to the source, and the only way of doing that was through his proxy’s mind.

  He had been quietly observing ever since Chase had first wrapped those gorgeous lips around the soldier’s rigid cock, watching her eyes greedily as she devoured him. If her face was angelic, her body was downright demonic in its ability to foment desire. He knew that she could adopt any form she wanted and that the shell he saw was just her chosen skin; but there was more to it than that. He could see what the mortal couldn’t see, beyond the pleasures of the flesh and into the soul of the succubus herself. The two elements were bonded in his eyes and each enhanced the perception of the other’s beauty.

  As Steve’s body crashed into hers, driving her to the brink of another orgasm Scarret felt something else that hung in his brain like a cloud.

  Chase was holding back.

  He could read the sensations her body was giving the soldier and she had passed up numerous opportunities to use the magic she possessed to push him over the edge.

  Why?

  The nature of a succubus, as was his nature, was to consume their lovers, converting all of their energies into a sexual force that was then absorbed completely. It almost appeared as if she was deliberately withholding. Was she toying with him? He didn’t feel that from her energy at all.

  The music of her orgasm under Steve’s excited thrusts played through Scarret’s mind like a symphony, it’s beauty unparalleled in his memory. Though he was experiencing her through each of Steve Ballard’s senses, he wanted more of her. The most prudent course of action would be to test her will, he thought; push her to the edge to see if she was mocking his life or preserving it.

  With a slight prod of his own magic, Scarret pushed Steve over the edge, reveling in the pleasure energy she broadcast as she felt him filling her from within.

  Chapter Seven

  The salty splash flooded Remy’s mouth as she felt the trembling throes of the guard’s climax through the palms of her hands pressed against his thighs. She swallowed hard, feeling that tool expand and launch another flow across her tongue as he groaned in pleasure above her, staring down at her with steely-blue eyes that seemed to be fixed on her own.

  Remy returned one of her hands to that magnificent cock, milking the last between her lips, eliciting a shudder from him.

  Had the distraction lasted long enough? Should I go back?

  Before Remy’s mind could even get to realizing she had no way back to the Chain’s headquarters, she was airborne. Bundled in his strong arms was a good thing. She felt the heat of him burning against him, heat born of desire and the priming she had already done on his body.

  “It’s my turn to repay you for your service.” He said, turning to allow the two of them to cross the threshold. She watched her bare feet dangling on the other side of one muscular arm. Service wasn’t exactly how she had thought about it, but she was worldly enough to know that there may be some cultural differences between the two of them.

  She landed on the bed with a bounce, a giggle coming from her that she just couldn’t stop. He smiled down at her as he joined her, catching one ankle as she playfully evaded him, his lips burning against it as he pulled her towards him.

  There was no way of stopping him, though stopping him was the last thing she wanted to do.

  Hot kisses ran up the inside of her leg from her calf to the sensitive crease half-covered by her bikini bottoms. That flimsy bit of protection didn’t last very long, however. The heat of his breath seemed to permeate her flesh, somehow stimulating her clit even though it was still buried and protected from touch. She knew she was already wet from taking that cock in her mouth and she longed for him to taste her.

  “Take me.” She whispered, though instructions weren’t necessary. By the time the words were hanging in the air between them, his tongue was already deep inside her body, burning against her flesh like a cauterizing knife. That hot blade lingered inside of her, her clit aching for attention as his upper lip pressed against it. She watched her feet, splayed in the air, spread garishly wide for his touch. She’d quickly gone from whatever it takes to bring it on.

  His tongue came out of her body like a scoop; a dog lapping up his water. She felt the absence of his touch for only a moment, though even that was too long. As his hands pressed her thighs back into an even deeper stretch, she felt him dive into her again, this time pulling up shallow. That searing head grazed up the length of her slit, parting her lips before wriggling its way deeper, searching out and finding her clit with laser precision.

  “Oh, God.” Remy groaned. The sound echoed through her body as if every component of her had abandoned posts to be part of the spectacle going on down below.

  Those blue eyes peered up at her over the slope of her stomach, filled with delight and most likely seeking approval.

  Remy gave it to him.

  She ran her fingers through his short hair and cooed at him, some moments with just sound and others with words, praising his touch and the cock that she desperately hoped would soon be ready to fill that spot already superheated by his tongue. Teeth gripped her clit, sinking into the sensitive flesh with just enough force to drive her wild. She was going to cum and she knew it, but she wanted to hold it off for as long as possible to keep experiencing the sweet torment of his attention.

  Try as she might, her guard had other plans. Even though the throbbing of her clit was taking up most of her attention, the fingers inside her had their place to the point that she groaned in frustration once they were removed. T
hat groan was interrupted for another one at a different timbre as she felt a pressure on her ass that quickly resulted in penetration.

  His eyes came up to her again. “I’m going to fuck all of your holes.” He whispered between assaults on her clit as his finger sank deeper into her body. “And I’m going to save this one for last.”

  The words triggered the orgasm she was desperately trying to restrain. It poured over her like warm honey, a sweet, smothering sensation that took away her breath and the moans it had been producing to benefit his ear. The finger slipped out of her ass and she felt her body trying to clamp down on it, but a moment later everything changed. Her eyes barely registered the movement of his body before she felt the swollen tip of his cock pressing into her. It felt much larger than it had in her mouth, stretching her open with an aching pleasure that was part of and simultaneously intensified her orgasm.

  He was in her and she felt every inch of his body as he lay on her, smashing her breasts against his chest and his lips against hers. The peak of her orgasm continued to rise and she wondered for a moment if she could handle any more.

  Her answer came when he arched up and slammed that heavenly cock back into her body. This time, he locked his lips to hers and used only his hips for the same motion, pumping in and out of her body like he was drilling a well.

  If he wants a geyser, he’s going to get one, she thought, holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

  Chapter Eight

  Steve stared into those pretty eyes as he twisted his fingers around, seeing the pleasure there. He had been weakened by the orgasm the succubus had pulled from him, but the military had taught him how to persevere beyond what he would have ever thought he was capable. From all of Scarret’s warnings, he had thought that this was going to be more difficult.

  “More.” Chase whispered. As clear as the words were, the desperation in her eyes communicated with him even more. He pulled back a bid, coating his knuckles in her wetness before pressing in again, rotating his hand to best match her body. The only thing he had to give her was everything, so he tucked his thumb along his palm and started to slowly work his hand back and forth. Each time he pressed in to a knew depth, the blonde California goddess staring down at him groaned in pleasure.

  “Take it.” Steve whispered, feeling as if the words were coming from somewhere outside of him. “Take it all and be a good little slut.”

  Steve felt a gush of liquid pour from between her pussy and his wrist as he continued to press. With a final twist her face lit up and the shriek was hard to score between pleasure and pain. He was in her body to the wrist and it was clamping down tight enough to worry him about his circulation.

  “Fuck me, fuck me.” Chase groaned, rocking her hips back and forth, desperate for any movement inside of her.

  Steve peeled one of her legs over his shoulder, sliding up next to her as best as he could, driving his fist back and forth within her shuddering body.

  He took one of her nipples into his mouth, first teasing it with his tongue before biting down roughly on it with his teeth. She screamed in pleasure, a torrent of words that he had no grasp on; some lost language spoken a thousand years past. The succubus then seemed to draw in on herself. Sounds stopped and her eyes closed tight, focusing everything on the way he was fucking her with his entire fist.

  Her eyes glowed red as the orgasm overwhelmed her. Steve was just weighing the new development in his mind when she moved, crawling quickly out from under him and flipping him on his back in a movement that would have made an Olympic wrestler proud. Those gorgeous legs flipped over his as she straddled him and he felt that hot sheath slide down over his cock, no less tight and incredible than it had the first time he had experienced it.

  “Mine.”

  The sound was not passion and certainly not sweet. It was nothing less than a naked, unadulterated growl.

  Chapter Nine

  Firefly passed through the wall like a gust of wind, barreling towards the two tangled bodies that consisted of the man she loved and a demon about to completely consume him. He was trying to throw her off of him but despite his efforts, he didn’t even cause her to skip a beat. Her hips bounced up and down on his body, sliding up and down the length of his cock in a frenzy that was obviously driving him towards the cliff.

  Steve’s life was on the line.

  She knew no magic that could prevent her from devouring him. It was her nature, and against it there was nothing she could do; other than to delay it.

  The impact jarred Firefly’s shoulder, dislocating it. The pain seared through her body, but the succubus went with her as the two clattered off the bed and onto the floor.

  “STOP!”

  The booming command threw Firefly off because it came in Steve’s voice. She felt the succubus struggling beneath her and knew that her small stature was no match. She cast herself to the other side of the bed, eyes quickly searching for Steve as the succubus appeared, rising opposite her.

  “STOP!” He said again, this time the power of his voice thundered against the walls; enough to guarantee that anyone on the hotel floor would have heard it. Time was going to be limited, Firefly thought, and that could benefit us. She started preparing magic to transport her and Steve to someplace safe before she noticed that he was holding hands up to both of them.

  “Listen to me.” He said. The voice was his, but yet not his at the same time. Possessed, she thought, but by who, or what?

  Fortunately, the surprise of the last few minutes had stunned the succubus as well. The glow in her eyes was dissipating as the two of them faced off, breathing raggedly with Steve as the mediating force between them.

  Chapter Ten

  What the fuck are you doing, Scarret?

  The incubus made sure that the words didn’t seep out through the magic-mind barrier he had setup. The conquest of the succubus was something he had promised himself he’d leave up to the mortal, Steve Ballard, but something had definitely changed.

  He felt something.

  Not only had the erotic encounter between the two of them fed him, he had noticed two things that threw off all of his previous thoughts regarding the course of action he had taken. The first was that the succubus seemed to be exercising some sort of restraint. That, in itself, was remarkable. It reminded him of his own development over the years. He was still stuck with his bonds to the Chain, but he had learned ways to get around giving them too much help. The crone’s ambitions frightened even him. The second was another feeling that was hard for him to understand, much less accept. The emotion had been long absent from his life and its resurgence made him question its genuineness.

  “I want to speak.” He said, feeling the tension of the two opposing forces he stood between bombarding him with psychic energy.

  The blue-haired Jinn spoke first. He could feel the coalescing of magic in her; at least two spells on-deck. “Who are you?”

  Scarret was actually pleased that he had underestimated the little thing. She recognized that the man who she knew and loved was no longer in the driver’s seat. Steve’s consciousness itself was watching with a calmness that came from knowing there was nothing he could do about it.

  “My name is Scarret, and I am an incubus.” He said, simply, feeling as much as seeing the look of shock cross the blonde succubus’s face. “I was here to help the mortal, Steve Ballard, rescue his friend.”

  “Was?” Firefly said, her lip curling with a twinge of anger.

  “You are bound to the Chain, are you not?” Chase asked.

  Steve turned to her. “Yes, as are you, but I’ve lost faith in their mission.”

  He saw the look on the blonde’s face, as if weighing whether or not she could trust him.

  “I cannot break my bond, but I can honor it less…” The incubus paused for a long moment, selecting his words. He hadn’t been prepared for this at all. “…aggressively.”

  “What have you done with Steve?”

  Scarret weighed the looks on
both women’s faces. Their concerns were one-hundred-eighty degrees from each other.

  “Steve Ballard is fine and has agreed to accept my help to further his cause.”

  “At what price?” Chase said.

  “None.”

  The three of them stared at each other in silence for a moment; a silence Firefly finally had to break. “So, can I just take my sister and my master and go?”