7

The following morning started with a phone call.

More specifically, it started with breakfast and some quiet conversation around the living room after the person I called failed to answer her phone. I caught everyone up on the full details of the previous night’s encounter with Ayoka, and reactions across my household had varied from Sara’s colorful swearing to Aubrette’s surprisingly calm acceptance.

Though I’d lived with the Sidhe for much of a year, the occasional reminders that she and Rose were both non-human and had wildly different ideas of what constituted normal acceptable behavior were still sometimes jarring. Cindy occasionally provoked the same reaction, but she was farther from a baseline mortal more of the time, so it was less surprising when her responses differed from mine. Aubrette behaved a lot more like the upper class woman forced into lower class circumstances that she was, so when I was reminded that she came from a land where capturing and enslaving mortals forever due to a technicality was not just normal but encouraged, it was still a little shocking.

The reminder was also good for me, because it was easy to forget. While Aubrette was a blushing and shame-filled exhibitionist for me, she also didn’t have any cultural mores telling her that it was wrong to magically bind a musician’s soul into an instrument because that way they would be able to produce beautiful music forever.

She hadn’t been the one to put it there, but she had played that particular cello, and had spoken fondly to me of how mournfully it sang.

As the morning stretched on, I eventually got the call back I’d been hoping for. I ducked into my bedroom to take it, and emerged about twenty minutes later with a bemused smile on my face. The person I’d been trying to speak with was Stacy, and while the call hadn’t gone exactly the way I expected, the results were more than what I hoped for. The Greek American influencer actually had some time this afternoon, and she was coming over to talk business with Aubrette.

The High Sidhe woman had once taken up cleaning other apartments in the complex for some additional cash after she first arrived, but even at the time I’d felt like it was a waste of Aubrette’s talents. At the time, ‘influencer’ wasn’t even on my list of possible alternatives, but she was a tall gorgeous redhead with a fantastic body who more than met the minimum entry requirements.

Zarina and Sara retired to the former’s study to continue the latter’s magical education. They hadn’t been at it very long, but it was apparently going extremely well. Zarina had told me earnestly that if every student of the Arcane was given the same magical motivation as Sara, the time it took to train someone into a real wizard would likely be cut in half. I wasn’t entirely sure if her judgment on the matter would be widely accepted by other wizards, who might find her opinion on the topic to be biased, but she was in the process of writing up an actual treatise supporting it.

Rose and I sat with Aubrette around the couch and spent the time waiting for Stacy to arrive talking through modern influencers and their recent history. I found no small amusement in the fact that Aubrette took the actual role of influencer entirely in stride, since the notion of someone who was given everything in exchange for being beautiful was entirely within her comfort zone. It took more time to talk through the ways the people who gave things to influencers actually benefited from it, why that mattered to her, and specifically how the rise of the internet had changed things.

When the doorbell rang, Rose retreated to the adjoined apartment. Cindy had already slunk off to one of the beds to engage in some Slothful napping, leaving only my High Sidhe retainer and me to greet Stacy. I was the one who answered the door, and I was rewarded for the effort with a bright smile from the curly haired blonde on the other side. “Jack! I’m so glad you called!”

I was slightly hesitant after our last encounter, but Stacy held no such reservations. She stepped in towards me and wrapped her arms around my chest in a quick hug. I squeezed her shoulders back, then stepped out of her way and gestured over towards the living room area where Aubrette was already seated on one of the chairs next to the couch.

Stacy paused to pull off her overcoat, leaving her in a long sleeved turtleneck and slacks, then handed the coat off to me and hurried over with an excited, “Brette! I have been waiting for this talk, I’m so glad you changed your mind! I’m gonna get you so set up, and you and me are gonna do so many collabs. You have no idea how big you’re gonna be!”

Hurricane Anastasia blew through the room to Aubrette and the two began exchanging pleasantries. I hung up the coat I’d been given, took drink orders, and generally tried to be a good host while the two women—one in her early to mid twenties, one of several centuries old—started getting into the brass tacks of becoming an influencer.

I’d initially been a little concerned about the whole concept of Aubrette actually putting in effort as an internet star. There were still several good reasons for her to remain as low profile as possible—her lack of any real legal identity chief among them. More than that, though, I wasn’t actually certain how well she would take to either the idea of influencers in general, or to the specifics of showing off her body to strangers on the internet.

I wasn’t concerned that the Sidhe would be unwilling. I wasn’t even afraid that she would hesitate to speak up if she encountered problems, or had doubts. No, I was slightly worried about what would happen if her career actually took off. What I understood about Glamour suggested that getting a large enough fanbase would flood Aubrette with Fae magic and I had no idea what might happen as a result.

It was a problem for another time, though, so for today I poured tea for everyone, and then positioned myself on one end of the couch next to Stacy.

Almost immediately it became obvious that my presence in the conversation was superfluous at best. I’d been prepared to interject into the conversation to clear up points of confusion, or add input if I felt like the Sidhe woman was missing relevant questions, but our visiting expert was entirely on top of it and I wound up remaining almost entirely silent instead. Aubrette might not have been fully conversant with modern influencers and the culture surrounding them, but she was a High Sidhe, and her people effectively invented the traditions that culminated in the modern internet socialite.

About an hour into their conversation, I got up to put on a pot of coffee, increasingly aware that I had underestimated the depth of detail the pair would get into. I excused myself, then took a few minutes to check in on Zarina, Sara, Rose and Cindy. The first two were studying happily, snuggled up side by side around one of the wizard’s ancient grimoires. I poked my head in long enough to check on them, and the moment I was noticed, first Zarina and then Sara flipped their shirts up over their chests to flash their tits at me before bursting out into giggles. I rolled my eyes, waved fondly, and then moved on. Rose was reading quietly and waved lazily at me without lifting her eyes from her book, and Cindy was asleep under a pile of blankets in the spare bedroom.

I ended my tour of the apartments by ducking into the restroom.

Just as I was drying my hands, the door opened. I barely had time to turn my head in that direction before Stacy stepped inside and closed herself in with me. When I turned to face her, I opened my mouth to speak, but found myself cut off as she stepped into my personal space. She slid one of her hands onto my chest as the other pressed a single finger to my lips to shush me, leaving me silently looking down into bright hazel eyes. “Shh, Jack. Please, before you send me away- I have to know. I have to find out why all of these women are willing to share you. Will you bed me? I have been curious for so long.”

Her finger slipped from my lips as she moved her hand to caress my cheek, and I swallowed hard. The bathroom in the apartment was tiny, and with the fetching blonde directly ahead of me I was left with nowhere to retreat.

When I didn’t immediately acquiesce to her request, Stacy’s expression grew sultry. She closed what gap remained until her chest met mine and I could feel her firm breasts press into me. She had to crane her neck to look up at me, and I was struck for a moment by how fragile she appeared. “I could perhaps… convince you?” Again, she didn’t wait for a response before acting. As I scrutinized her expression, she began to slowly and deliberately sink to her knees before me.

I made no effort to stop her. My hand reached down and I let my fingers brush along the soft skin of her cheek. She responded by turning her head, and her soft pink lips parted to capture my index finger so she could slowly swirl her tongue around it. The sensation sent a shiver up my spine, and I couldn’t quite keep my voice calm, as I asked, “You’re- sure you want to? You don’t want to go and have some coffee?”

By this point I was in fact almost entirely certain Stacy had been possessed by Ayoka while I was walking around the house, but I was more than certain I couldn’t afford to ask—given what the spirit had told me about the hold Josina had on her, there was a decent chance the witch might have given orders to flee as soon as Ayoka suspected she’d been identified. I was actually a little surprised that the plan seemed to be working in the first place, since Zarina said the witch tended to play things safe, which in turn left me to wonder what kind of resources Janssens had brought with her and just how badly she wanted the book.

For now, though, I had more important and urgent topics to attend. For example, the blonde in front of me. Stacy released my finger from her lips so she could watch what she was doing as she raised her hands to tug at the zipper of my jeans. Urgently—almost frantically—she undid my fly and belt buckle to pull my pants and boxers down to my knees in a single motion.

My erection sprang free and slapped lightly against Stacy’s cheek, which caused her to coo in a somewhat exaggerated manner. “Ooh, now I see the first part of the reason. Does this beast fit in all of them, or are there some who can’t even take all you have to offer?”

Without waiting for either permission or a response, she rubbed her cheek along my shaft as she pulled her head back, parted well-glossed lips, and lunged forward to engulf the head of my cock in sweltering heat.

I groaned in pleasure as Ayoka-Stacy began to thrust her head forward. Her tongue slid along the bottom of my shaft to turn her mouth into a tight tunnel for my pleasure. Her movements were aggressive as she bobbed back and forth, shoving as much of my length as she could take into her mouth time and time again. I resisted the urge to reach for her head, and instead let my hands fall back to the bathroom wall behind me to steady myself. In turn, she slid her hands up the back of my thighs, grasped them firmly, and used them for leverage.

Ayoka-Stacy pulled her lips off of my cock, craned her head back again to look up at me and make sure I was watching, then lowered her head and took a deep breath. She again wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and pushed forward with her neck at the same time as she pulled with both hands.

This time, when I hit the back of her throat, she didn’t relent. Her head tilted slightly and I felt myself push past something as she buried my full length in her throat.

Looking down, I again saw bright hazel eyes gazing up at me, but this time they were rimmed with tears as she worked hard to suppress her gag reflex. I could feel her throat contract and squeeze around my girth as she kept her face impaled on me for several long seconds. Then, slowly, she pulled herself back until I slipped from her throat and she let out a few wet coughs. That wasn’t enough to deter her, though, because almost immediately I felt her hands once more tensing around the backs of my legs.

I reached down before she could swallow me again and spoke firmly, “That’s enough of that. You’ve convinced me you’re serious.” She responded by wrapping her lips around the head of my cock anyway and swirled her tongue around it a few more times before pulling back. When I reached a hand down, she accepted it and climbed up my body. Her big pretty eyes batted at me as she asked, “Will you take me to bed and make me your woman, Sir Jack?”

I glanced down at where my pants were still wrapped around my ankles, decided to step out of them to just leave them there, and pulled off my shirt. Once fully naked, I stepped carefully around Stacy to open the bathroom door. The blonde still held my hand, and I led her out through the bathroom door. By now I was unconcerned with my own nudity, but as I glanced across the living room and saw Aubrette still sitting where Stacy had left her, the Sidhe blushed fiercely. I knew without a moment’s doubt that she would leverage her magic to spy on my activities, but had asked her not to otherwise intrude—my goal here was too important.

Stepping into my bedroom, Stacy actually paused briefly when she saw the massive four poster bed. She recovered quickly, though, and slipped in front of me to wrap her arms around my neck as she tried to pull me in for a kiss. I indulged her, and let my tongue push past her lips to taste her as my hands began to roam up and down her back and sides.

Since she hadn’t shown any compunctions about stripping me, I returned the favor by helping her out of her turtleneck and tossing it onto the bed. She was wearing a translucent lacy blue bra underneath, filled out very nicely by a pair of perky breasts that looked as though they would fill my hands nicely. Rather than wait for me to continue, Stacy reached down and unfastened her slacks, then wiggled her hips from side to side as she carefully slid them off. Beneath, she revealed an incredibly skimpy set of matching blue lace panties already showing a dark patch where they were wet with her arousal. She posed briefly to give me the chance to admire her lingerie-clad form, and I dragged my eyes up from her toned legs past the swell of her hips, along her slender torso and onto her model-perfect face.

Then, I pounced. I swept forward and scooped the young woman up in my arms, only to then toss her lightly onto the bed. She let out a giggling shriek of surprise that dissolved into laughter as she landed. I swiftly closed to the side of the bed without climbing up and reached my hands up to capture her ankles, preventing her from wriggling away, then let my fingertips stroke along the tanned skin of her legs until they met cloth. Hooking both hands under the waistband of her panties, I waited until she lifted her hips to allow me to remove the lingerie and leave her nude from the waist down. I was unsurprised—given how often she was photographed in skimpy swimwear—to discover that she had resolved the problem of having her pubic hair caught on camera by simply removing it entirely. I was greeted by a smoothly waxed set of puffy outer pussy lips which concealed the interior of her sex entirely.

I paused there, despite the Lust within me screaming for me to take and claim the woman in front of me and make her mine. I took a deep breath, then looked up to meet Stacy’s hazel eyes and asked, “You’re sure? You can always back out.”

I caught something on her face then, a momentary flicker of emotion that passed so quickly I couldn’t quite identify it, before she nodded up at me from the bed. “Sir Jack Puttman, I want you to do whatever you want to me. Use this body until you pass out, sweaty and tangled in my arms.”

I grinned at her, then slid my hands down her legs again until I had each ankle captured in an iron grip. She made no move to resist as I deliberately spread her legs wide. Her outer lips only parted when she was practically doing the splits, at which point I was treated to the sight of her gradually unfolding like the petals of a flower to reveal a bright pink interior shiny with lubrication.

I lowered my face, prepared to feast, her ankles still locked firmly in my grasp. Once she was close enough to feel my breath, I said simply, “Your safeword is red. If you need to give up before I do, that’s how.”

Then, without waiting for a response, I dove in, helping myself to the first taste of her pussy. She was… honestly, in comparison to most of the pussy I had eaten recently, surprisingly bland. Not flavorless, but the faintly acidic tang of her nectar was mild enough to barely register. Her reaction, however, was immediate and wild. Her hips bucked as I began to lap at her, and a genuinely shocked gasp escaped her lips.

“Oh… oh… OH! Jack! Oh! Oooooooohhhhh!!” I plunged my tongue into her channel as deeply as I could, smearing her juices all over my face in the process. She squirmed, though I couldn’t exactly tell if she was trying to escape my attentions or grind herself against me. She mostly accomplished the latter, but that may have been because I refused to release her legs. While I knew she worked out, Stacy was not a gym bunny, and her focus must have been on maintaining a slender figure that photographed well rather than improving her athleticism. Against my supernaturally enhanced strength, her thighs had no chance of working her way free of my grasp. I reveled in the feel of her flexing her legs helplessly against me, even as I began to drag my tongue up her pussy repeatedly, starting at the base and then lapping along her exterior until I finished the motion with a flick of the tip of my tongue against her clit.

For the next several long minutes, I feasted on Stacy’s pussy. I kept changing up my approach any time it seemed like it was getting stale, but also any time I thought she might approach orgasm, granting her neither the reprieve of monotony, nor the escape of cumming on my tongue. I gave in to the part of me that just wanted to play with a new toy, and enjoyed the reactions of a woman new to me as she cried out her pleasure with my face buried between her thighs.

Eventually her cries changed—rather than simply gasping out her pleasure, she simply began to repeat, “Please! Jack, please! Please Jack!” She never specified what she wanted, exactly, and as I looked up across her writhing body—discovering that at some point she had managed to work her way free of her bra, and was desperately squeezing her own breasts—my guess was that she didn’t actually know. Her back was arched as she writhed, leaving me unable to see her expression, but from the lack of a coherent request, I intuited she simply wanted release.

I didn’t give it to her. Not immediately, at least. Instead, I released her ankles so my hands were free. She responded by immediately wrapping her thighs around my head to shove her cunt against my lips. I tilted my head to let me tease my tongue along her clit instead, as I used my now freed hands to grasp her thighs from below. I propped her up as she bucked her hips against me, the motion lifting her off the mattress and onto my flicking tongue. Back and forth, I swept the very tip along her clit in rapid short motions, and finally allowed her the release she sought. A deluge of nectar flooded me as her latest ‘Please’ devolved into a long drawn out wordless moan of pleasure.

I rolled my tongue across her swollen clit a few more times as she climaxed, then plunged it as far into her pussy as I was able while her hips thrust against my face unsteadily.

Gradually, perhaps a minute or two later, her body relaxed.

I lowered her hips to the bed and stood up. Her eyes were closed and her entire form writhed slowly with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her tanned skin flush and her breasts heaving as she sought to catch her breath.

I didn’t give her the chance to do that.

Instead, I stepped up to the edge of the bed, lined my now throbbing erection up with her, wrapped my hands around either side of her hips to keep her steady, and thrust forward slowly.

Stacy’s eyes shot open wide in shock, then rolled back in her head as another moan escaped her lips. The tight walls of her pussy slowly gave way before my inexorable advance as I filled her. The work of my tongue bore fruit now, as I’d left her channel well-lubricated and ready, and I didn’t stop until my hips met hers and she was impaled fully on my cock. My hands squeezed her hips once, then I carefully began to pull back.

I fucked her slowly. I was in no rush, and the way her cunt fluttered and squeezed down unconsciously as I began to pump my hips back and forth was delicious. Her hands dropped from her breasts, and I got to watch them to sway freely on her chest as her body shook with the slow impact of each thrust. I noted the way they remained unnaturally perky atop her chest, rather than flattening out to either side, but other than that I wouldn’t have had any reason to suspect they’d been enhanced—there was not so much as a trace of a scar that I could see.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and I smiled down at her without interrupting my pace of steadily withdrawing until my cock nearly slipped free of her, then sliding it home again. Her lips parted, and for a moment it seemed as though she would simply start moaning again, but she managed to focus enough to speak. “Please Jack… more please.”

I removed one of my hands from her hips and reached up to palm one of her breasts. I squeezed delicately at first, then a little more firmly, and found that it still felt basically natural. I’d heard horror stories about fake tits feeling hard or unpleasant, but while Stacy’s weren’t home grown, I wouldn’t have known it by touch. I pulled my hips back again, paused, and pinched a nipple hard enough to draw a gasp from her, then slammed my hips forward in a sudden thrust. “Stacy, if you want me to keep going until I give up, we’re going to be here a while.” I grinned. I was actually enjoying this even more than I’d thought. “But I’m happy to keep going until you beg me to stop…”

“I can- I can take it, Jack. Use me.” Despite her brave words, Stacy’s eyes were half closed, and I felt another shudder run through her body as her cunt was stretched around my cock again. I nodded at that, pinched her nipple once more, then returned my hands to her hips.

I began to fuck her in earnest. I pulled her forward slightly until her hips were resting right at the edge of the mattress, braced my knees against the bed for leverage, and started thrusting into her fast and hard. Her wordless moans resumed immediately as I took my pleasure from her, my focus switched from ensuring she got as much as possible out of the sex to simply using her body to get myself off.

She didn’t seem to mind at all. I felt her cunt clamp down hard around my shaft each time I filled her, as though trying to prevent me from withdrawing. The sensation was exquisite, and I had to admit to myself that I was further spurred on by the part of my mind that was aware of her internet celebrity status—Stacy had broken a million followers on Instagram, which meant there were probably well more than a million men who wished they could be where I was now.

But they weren’t here, and I was the one plunging into her drenched cunt as I used her as my personal fleshlight.

She came again. She actually sounded surprised about it, and another chorus of, “Oh… oh…. Oh! OH!” escaped her lips. Her back arched as she tried to grind herself against me, but I was relentless in my thrusts, even as I felt her spasming around me. The combination of sight, sound, and sensation was enough to begin to push me into my own orgasm. I slowed my pace only slightly as I felt it start to rise, switched to long steady thrusts that shook Stacy’s entire body and sent her tits jiggling each time, until I finally buried myself fully within her and came. My balls pulsed rapidly as I fired my seed deep into her cunt and groaned out my orgasm. She let out an ecstatic moan as she writhed against me, and it was only when I finally stopped that she let out a shaky, “Come snuggle with me?”

I responded with a feral grin as I looked across her sweat covered body. “You said to use you until I pass out. I’m not done yet.” Her eyes flew open in surprise, prompting me to lean down to claim her lips in a kiss. As I again tasted her mouth, I slid my arms around her and pulled her torso against mine to take a moment and just revel in the feel of her body. She felt as light as a feather in my arms, and it occurred to me that I wasn’t taking advantage of the strength I’d gained through my bond with Cindy in bed often enough.

A giggle emerged from Stacy’s lips as she snuggled in close and she wrapped her legs around my hips. I slipped my arms beneath her body to lift her and she let out another breathy giggle. I was still entirely certain that Ayoka was piloting the influencer, but either she was a really good actress—or she’d actually started to enjoy herself.

I wondered how often she’d had to do something similar and hadn’t gotten to enjoy it. Then, because that thought threatened to make me angry all over again, I focused on giving her the best time I could.

With her legs still wrapped around my body and her hot cunt still impaled on my cock, I spun the lithe blonde around carefully and slid myself back onto the bed. She moaned and, as her knees came to rest on either side of my hips, responded by grinding herself down on top of me. I had an enviable view as I looked up at her—her gorgeous face was framed by curly blonde hair, and I thought the sweaty just-fucked look suited her incredibly well. Her tanned skin was slick and glistening and inviting, and I saw no reason to resist the urge to touch her.

As she began to rock back and forth on top of me, I reached up with both hands and palmed her tits. The stiff nubs of her nipples dragged across the skin of my palms and she let out a guttural moan. The sound brought a smile to my lips, and I told her, “I want you to get yourself off with my cock. I’m very not done with you, and I have no intention of stopping until I feel you cumming around my dick again-“ My released her breasts, but only so I could let my fingertips begin to tease her nipples. They were about the same color as her tanned skin and comparatively small, but I found the little nubs endlessly entertaining to tweak and rub and pull. “-and again, and again.”

She shuddered, then started riding me in earnest. Her hips slid back, then ground forward, rotating slightly each time as she worked to find the angle that felt best to her.

I was in no hurry. There was a beautiful woman riding my dick, and the differences between Stacy and the women I lived with reached right past my conscious mind to stimulate a deeper, more primal part of my mind. I released her breasts, slid my hands down her body, and flowed with her hips as she rocked back and forth on top of me. Her eyes fluttered closed and she lost herself in the sensations, and I was privileged to watch a moment of pure unguarded pleasure as she used my cock to scratch an itch deep inside.

It didn’t take long before Stacy resumed a quiet stream of wordless gasps of pleasure, and the motions of her hips became shaky and irregular. Her hands dropped onto my chest, to support her weight as she rode me with increasing desperation. Each motion of her hips plunged her down hard and I felt myself filling her completely, felt the slick walls of her cunt around my shaft, as they massaged, gripped and squeezed me tight.

Abruptly, her back arched and she let out a long, low moan. Her hips jerked back and forth a few times in rapid succession, her cunt clenched around me, and she came. I responded by gripping her hips firmly and pulling her down so every inch of my cock was embedded inside her spasming pussy.

When she began to slow I reached my hand up to touch the side of her cheek and whispered, “Good girl. My turn now.”

I grabbed a couple of pillows from behind me and stuffed them beneath the small of my back to give me something to lean on. I slipped my hands beneath Stacy’s thighs and, while she was still shuddering gently through the after effects of her orgasm, I flexed gently and lifted her up off my lap a few inches. Then I dropped her, letting her bounce against my body as gravity did the work of slamming her down onto my cock.

Her eyes flew open, and she searched the room wildly before finding my face. I met her gaze, and held it as I deliberately lifted her up, and I waited just long enough for her to realize what was about to happen before I dropped her and once more let gravity plunge her down onto my shaft.

I used her like a sex toy.

Over and over again, I lifted her then let her slide down onto my cock. The magic I channeled through my body thanks to Cindy didn’t make me tireless, but my strength meant that the weight of her body was negligible, so I was unlikely to tire myself out no matter how many times I lifted her, and the feel of her tight tunnel clenching around every inch of my shaft with each drop was a good incentive to keep going.

After a few minutes of being manhandled on my cock, Ayoka-Stacy gasped out an almost surprised sounding moan. Her body went all but limp—except for the muscles of her cunt gripping my length, which spasmed erratically in another orgasm.

I didn’t even slow down until I felt my own orgasm approaching.

I leaned forward enough to press my lips against the side of her now sweat soaked head, and whispered, “I’m going to give you my seed again. Then I’m going to turn you over and find out how well you hold up for a third time by fucking you into the mattress.”

My proclamation was greeted by a word which I didn’t recognize escaping the woman’s full lips.

I gripped her hips and jerked her back and forth a few times to push myself over the edge. As I felt my orgasm build and crash over me I thrust my own hips up and groaned out my own pleasure. My cock pulsed inside her squeezing cunt, and I pumped hot cum deep within her body.

A few seconds later I returned to reality. Stacy had shifted her knees back and shifted forward to lay her chest against my own. Her head was turned to the side to press her cheek to me as she murmured sleepily, “Mmm, thank you Jack, that was… unique.”

I was not prepared to let her drift off.

Stacy let out another half-shocked half-giggling shriek of surprise as I wrapped my arms around her and rolled closer to the center of the bed. She was trapped beneath my body for a moment, but I didn’t let her rest there for long. I manhandled her again, this time to roll her over onto her chest, then scooted back and rose until I was kneeling over the backs of her thighs.

My hands found her hips again and I pulled her back, lifting her tautly rounded ass off of the mattress until she was face down and ass up before me on the bed. Her head rolled to the side to look back at me, and I saw her eyes go wide as she felt my hands on her hips, holding her in position.

Fucking the same woman three times in a row, back to back, wasn’t actually something I typically did. I wasn’t yet exhausted, but I was as covered in sweat as Stacy by now and I was breathing hard.

Thanks to the feedback created by feeding my Lust to Cindy, though, my slick cock hadn’t even begun to flag. I was coated in the influencer’s nectar and my own cum after pumping her full of my seed twice, but I was a man on a mission and couldn’t afford to slow down now.

My right grasped the base of my shaft and I guided it to the completely sodden entrance to her swollen and puffy cunt.

I said nothing. I’d already told her what I intended to do, and she had expressly told me to use her until I was done with her, so instead of talking I simply thrust forward to fill the empty void in her pussy once more.

She made no move to resist, or pull away, and by then she didn’t even have the energy to push back against me. I wrapped my hands around her hips and squeezed just hard enough that she couldn’t get away or slip down onto the mattress, and started to pump my hips and fuck her from behind with a lazy pace that let me start to catch my breath.

I actually had managed to go three rounds in the past thanks to the efforts of my women—and the Lust that empowered me—driving me well past my former limits. It turned out that having what I privately had to admit amounted to a harem available to please me went a long way towards keeping me hard and ready.

This was the first time I had simply chosen a hole and fucked it until I was exhausted, though, and a quiet part of my head exulted in the thought that I was so thoroughly claiming a new—to me—pussy. I was under no pretense about Stacy being in any way virginal, but the Gluttony, Jealousy and Greed within me whispered sweet words about claiming a new woman to be my own. I did my best to disregard their honeyed whispers, to remember that there were not one but two real actual people with hearts and minds in bed with me right now, but I also couldn't deny the jolt of renewed vigor the thought provided.

The slap of skin on skin filled the room as I slammed my cock home again and again. Her cunt might have been a sloppy mess, but it was no less delightfully snug around my shaft as I used it for my own pleasure. Accompanying the percussive beat I set with our bodies was a steady chorus provided by the woman—or perhaps women—wrapped around my dick. Coherent words seemed out of the question, but that didn’t stop her from very effectively singing out her pleasure. That she did so in ragged gasps only urged me onward.

I couldn’t effectively keep track of how long I fucked Stacy into the mattress. Every few minutes I would feel her cunt spasming around me, and at that point it was difficult to tell if that was a new orgasm, aftershocks from the most recent, or simply her pussy doing its best to tell me to make myself at home. I chose to believe the latter, and did my best to carve the memory of my dick so deeply into Stacy’s subconscious that she would be unable to forget.

At some point I noticed the little brown star of the instagram model’s asshole winking at me in time with the flexes of her channel around me. I responded by taking my right hand off her hip and pressing my thumb against it. By now her body was so relaxed that only my left hand on her hip held her up off the bed, so when I pressed firmly into the ring of muscle I felt it relax automatically. The juices from her drooling pussy had already soaked it quite thoroughly, so there was surprisingly little resistance before the tip of my thumb popped inside.

As I slid the digit deeper into her, I could feel my own cock gliding in and out of her through the membrane separating her cunt from her ass. I could also feel the fresh orgasm prompted by the additional stimulation, as she managed to almost coherently moan out my name.

I’d been fucking her for what felt like an hour or more, and the sound of her desperately crying my name in helpless ecstacy was enough to, for the third time, push me towards orgasm. It was slow to grow— my body seemed to be telling me that, even enhanced with supernatural Lust, three times was the outside edge—but slamming myself balls deep in spasming pussy, filling her cunt again and again, continued to thrill me. She went all but limp, held up only by my grip on her hip and my thumb in her ass as I slammed myself home again and again.

She might’ve cum again—I felt two holes squeeze down around me—but that also might’ve just been her body acting on its own, mindlessly trying to milk me. It was enough, though—I finally let out a wordless roar of my own pleasure as I released deep within her. My orgasm was less intense than before, my balls drained from the marathon fucking, but it seemed to stretch on forever as her channel clamped down in response.

I was surprised at how clear my mind remained as I came, but my body trembled, and I half collapsed over my newest lover. I felt my length slip from inside her as I slumped to the side. It took a surprising amount of effort, but I managed to crawl forward just enough to place my lips next to her ear.

I took a ragged breath, and whispered quietly, “Ayoka, I choose you. All three times, you were chosen.”

The response was both immediate, and far more dramatic than I had expected.

Stacy’s eyes shot wide open and her skin began to radiate silvery-white light. The same silver color crept in to replace the hazel of her eyes, which then began to emit twin cones of light. They grew brighter and brighter until I had to squint against it. All but blinded, I heard her shout something I didn’t recognize and the room thrummed in response.

Slowly, Stacy’s body began to lift from the mattress and her limbs stretched out in all directions as she rose into the air. When she was about a foot above the mess of blankets the light in the room contracted abruptly, rushed into her form, then burst out in a soundless explosion that washed over my skin with a sudden pressure and sent every loose object in the room flying. The bulb of the standing lamp in the corner shattered as it smashed against the wall, and left me in sudden darkness.

I felt rather than saw Stacy’s body hit the mattress next to me.

The room was swallowed in a lull of silence that stretched on for several seconds.

It was broken by the thudding of footsteps outside as first Aubrette, then Cindy, burst through the door. Since the former paused to assess things from there, she wound up being shoved aside by the latter as my bound Sin Demon swiftly assessed the room for threats.

There weren’t any. Her vigilance revealed nothing but a sweaty and exhausted Stacy as she slowly rolled and collapsed on her back, snuggled up against me.

The only illumination was what spilled in through the doorway from the living room.

Satisfied, Aubrette gently and quietly shooed Cindy back out ahead of her to leave us alone once more.

I stretched out one arm and pulled a pillow into place under my head as Stacy rolled over to snuggle up against my chest. I was still breathing heavily, but the adrenaline and Lust that had driven me were starting to fade and a sense of reality had begun to return.

I turned my head to the side to look at the blonde woman who had just finished playing host to a ghost. She was looking back up at me, half-dazed. Hey eyelids drooped a little, but she forced them back open so she could continue to study me for the next minute or two.

The sweat that covered me began to cool and I reached over to snag one of the blankets that had been shoved aside in our mad rush earlier. I pulled it up to cover our bodies and that finally prompted Stacy to speak.

“I don’t know what kind of polyamory, free-love, sex cult you have going on here.”

The statement could easily have been an accusation, but nothing in the tone suggested any condemnation.

“I know you’re all magic-y and you mentioned something about Aubrette and Rose being fairies, but I’ll be honest, Jack, I wasn’t really paying attention-”

That got a laugh from me. Stacy's body was surprisingly cool against mine, and she snuggled in close to soak up my warmth. My arm slid around her shoulder and helped hold her in place as she continued.

“-So you’ll understand when I say that when you invited me over to sexorcise a ghost, I would’ve given it pretty good odds on being a fancy pickup line. It was creative, though, and- well, I have to admit I was curious about what you were packing that kept five women coming back.”

“Wait, you thought I was just coming on to you and figured it was a chance to find out if my dick game was good?” I tried to keep the incredulity out of my voice. When I’d proposed my plan to Stacy over the phone, I hadn’t exactly been certain that she’d go along with it, and her response had been far more immediately positive than I expected. At the time, I’d been too relieved that she didn’t think I was crazy to spend much energy digging into her motivations, but in hindsight, maybe she had been a little lackadaisical.

She slapped me gently on the shoulder without lifting her head.

“Shut up, I’m making a point. Fuck, what was it? Oh, right- So, I figured either I was letting myself get drawn into some kind of kinky role-playing thing and I could go along with it and find out what all the fuss was about, or maybe I’d actually help out a spirit in need. And, you know, if I happened to get some good dick along the way, I wasn’t going to complain.”

Despite her somewhat flippant phrasing, Stacy actually sounded serious, so I remained obediently quiet and let her say her piece while I listened with genuine curiosity.

“And- we’ll get to that last part later, but- I could feel her, Jack. I could feel her mind while she was- steering me, I guess. She was so-” She trailed off and her eyes grew distant as she tried to find the right word. Even when she found it, she continued staring off into the corner, her mind clearly elsewhere.

“She was so hopeful. I think she knew what you were doing. But she couldn’t let herself know, so she just- gave herself over to what she was experiencing and hoped. And you- you did what you said. What you told me you were going to do. And when you told her that you chose her, I- I-“

A sigh escaped Stacy’s lips as they curled into a smile, and she closed her eyes. For the next several seconds we were both still, apart from the steady rise and fall of her head as it rested on my chest.

“Thank you, Jack.”

The words were barely audible, and I realized the blonde woman was already drifting off into sleep.

I spent a moment adjusting the blankets to make sure she was adequately covered, then let my head rest back on the pillow once more. Whatever concerns I might’ve held that I would have trouble relaxing after the light-show that had heralded Ayoka’s departure dissolved as fatigue hit me and my eyes slid closed.