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Story codes: Mg ped nc fantasy magic
This describes sexual acts between children, which only end happily with the help of mind control (not explicitely stated). I do not advocate attempting any of these acts. However, I do advocate writing down any fantasys you may have of doing such acts and publishing them in apropriate places.
That night, Luke contacted me in my dreams. I found myself in
the water up to my neck near a beach. The
water was fairly calm, so the waves breaking on the shore were
small. Luke stood naked on the beach, triggering a tickling in my
vagina. I met his gaze, with my own determined look, though it
would look like petty stubbornness on the twelve year old girl I was
now.
Luke asked "I trust you had sex with Carl? He didn't think you
would."
I answered "I did."
He guessed that I was hiding something, and asked "How much?"
I told the truth "A couple times."
He asked "Didn't Carl give you my instructions?"
I noded.
He completed my reply "And you didn't follow them."
I answered "Carl's physically and mentally a child, and he's also as
horny as you. I wasn't doing something that big on his say
so." This was an excuse of course. I believed that Carl had
told the truth, and I knew Luke would ask it even without his
testimony. The real issue was that I was determined not to become
a sex toy, and with my new sexuality, I wasn't going to miss an excuse.
Luke took my excuse at face value and added "So you insisted on some
extra confirmation. I suppose that's reasonable. You have
your orders now."
I answered "I'll do as I'm told, but I've something to tell you."
"Really. What is it?"
"I told you so."
Luke burst out laughing and then admited "You were right. I
was wrong. The world is now a less pleasent place because of it,
but it's a lot more interesting."
I was suprized at his confesion, but I was disturbed by his claim
that the world was more interesting. I retorted "I hope I commit
suicide before I get that bored."
He smirked and informed me "Given that you're immortal now, that'll
be quite an accomplishment."
I had no answer to that. I hadn't thought of it, but it was
obvious after he'd told me.
He added "I contacted you for another reason as well. You're
the only
person to see the ritual and remain able to talk about it. Tell
me what you know."
"I followed him and his witnesses out to the site, and tried to talk
him out of it when I saw it. He hit me with a holding spell, and
told me that I could have stoped him if I'd done the right things, but
now I'd just have to watch him cause a disaster of biblical
proportions. What did the spell do anyway?"
Luke answered "I expect you to get him to tell you. I take it
that you didn't follow the spell."
"No. I just followed his crazy scheme to survive it.
He'd set it up to throw him into a universe that would tend to put him
back together. I bound myself to him so I'd be able to assist,
which is the only reason you can contact him at all."
Luke admited "For that I am grateful. I'll need what he knows
about it to break the spell."
"I'll get the information."
"Good. However, since you wanted extra confirmation of what I
want you to do, I think it's reasonable to ask you for extra
confirmation that you'll do it." Luke started wading into the
water at this point.
Guilty about my excuse, I asked "What do you want me to do?"
"Spread for me."
I didn't like the idea, but for a moment I thought it was
reasonable. Then it occured to me This isn't about Carl! This was
never about Carl. Luke gambled with the whole world just to get
between my legs! When he reached for my shoulder, I drew
back in loathing.
I tried to swim away, but a swell just happened to throw me closer
to him and he grabed me firmly. I struggled, because even though
my body was much weaker than his, I felt there was a chance that I
could wear him down. I kept at it till my muscles started to
really hurt from all the exertion, and I called on the reserves I'd
used to put Carl back together.
The reserves weren't there. For a few moments, I struggled
spiritually as well as physically, trying to reach the source of
endurance that could keep me going for hours, and I continued to find
emptyness where my reserves had been. Finally I stoped fighting
him, and knew that I was a helpless twelve year old girl.
Luke could easily have raped me at that point, but when I kept my
legs together, he did;t force them apart. Instead, he argued
"Renee, you're a succubus now. A celibate succubus is a truly
pathetic creature. What are you fighting me for?"
I considered telling him the truth, that he'd risked the world for
some sexual gratification, and would probably do so again. When I
thought of his future actions, I found I was capable of something like
anger. I didn't feel a need to hurt him, but I felt a desire to
stop him from gambling with any more people's lives. I wasn't
physically strengthened by this emotion, but I did gain a clarity of
thought. It occured to me that I'd have more power over him if he
thought I'd still serve him, and that meant letting him think my
reaction was just my trade mark bitchiness.
I relented and spread my legs. My body backed up his claim
that I was a succubus by becomming swiftly arroused. I realized
that the reserves I'd lacked when fighting him were there for me now.
When he entered me with a single accurate thrust, it didn't hurt
nearly as much as I'd thought a seven inch penis should. I wraped
my arms and legs around him, letting him
support me in the water, and rubbed myself against him for my pleasure.
I then noticed a subtle lack of an empathic connection that I'd had
with Carl, and I instinctively tried to connect to him. He slaped
me with some force, and told me "Keep your powers under control.
I intend to keep my protection." I did as he commanded, and then
snickered at the irony that the man who objected to magical condoms
that couldn't be felt was now insisting on protection.
He took his time. I'd meant to keep some awareness of my
loathing for him, but after a while, I was simply enjoying the feel of
his skin. I began to participate more actively, exploring him and
trying out different sexual positions. When he was finally too
tired to go on, I actually told him I wanted more.
"You'll have to get it from Carl." He informed me. He pushed me away, and I began drifting out to sea. As he started walking to shore, I became aware of what a monster I'd coupled with, and I still felt good for having screwed him.
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