Just A Little Scene: Horny Neighbor

Here's a little snippet, and as an added bonus, I'll throw in a completely unrelated Captioned Pic!

HORNY NEIGHBOR

Lakisha awoke to thoughts of several women taking turns sucking her cock. She groaned and squirmed as the pleasure tickled her rigid womanhood. Then, as she came more awake, the logistics of such a scenario suddenly registered in her more rational mind. She remembered that she was neither a man nor a hermaphrodite and not the slightest bit interested in stick thin white chicks. Lakisha blinked awake and jolted upright, looking around a little dazed. Then she narrowed her eyes as focus came back to her, and she recognized the intense mental humming of a hard penis being frantically stroked. And along with that hum, she could see the fantasies of a horny young man desperately trying to shoot one off before any woman with Sex Magic had time to realize what he was doing.

It was her neighbor, Jake, again. Twenty years old, still single, and living in the apartment right next door, Jake was a quiet guy, friendly enough, but seemed reluctant to get to know his neighbors. This was the fifth time this month she’d been woken up by his morning stroking, and had had to put up with it a couple times when trying to go to bed, as well. The boy seriously needed to get himself a real woman.

Lakisha sighed and made a motion towards the wall which separated her bedroom from her neighbors. Just as the horny man was about to reach climax, her Sex Magic seized some ethereal mechanism in his genitals, and suddenly, he was unable to have an orgasm. She could hear him grunt in frustration as his climax was cruelly cut off. He stroked faster, and his fantasy of his little harem of Ukranian supermodels servicing his cock got more intense. Several seconds later, she could hear him whimper, could hear the added buzzing of blue balls, as his masturbation served only to grind him harder against the edge of release, unable to overcome the magic that held it captive.

Lakisha rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. It served him right for making her put up with his perverted thoughts, when she was asleep and defenseless against sensing them. She’d gotten used to the humming of hard dicks and the buzzing of full balls, but being this close to a man so focused on his sexual thoughts, it was hard not to pick up on their fantasies, especially when she wasn’t actively blocking them out.

Getting out of bed, she stretched and yawned, letting Jake’s sexual desperation soak into her body straight through the wall, refreshing her and working out the kinks of sleep better than a morning jog or cup of coffee could do. She then showered, taking her time and slowly running her hands over her body as she felt the sexual energy from Jake intensify. Reaching down, she passed her hand over her pussy lips and remembered his fantasy, remembered the sensation of having a desperately hard penis jutting between her legs. It was a little disturbing, the thought, and it made her all more grateful she was a woman, not a man. She knew the poor boy’s had it rough in a Sex Mage world; she herself had only had the magic for three years, and just sensing the increasing tension in the men as the months went by, she was surprised more men weren’t institutionalized.

Speaking of which, the pressure from Jake’s sexual denial was getting even stronger, spiking up to reach that point where a man has been riding the edge constantly for several minutes, and pleasure started becoming pain. She could sense he was impossibly hard now, his balls feeling like they were going burst like overripe melons just to release his pent up seed. She could sense now that she bothered to look, that poor Jake had not cum in at least a week. Maybe some mean girl had already been blue balling him, and the reason he was so intense this morning was it was his only chance to cum for a while?

As Lakisha finished rinsing off her body, she made a flicking motion towards the wall. In the other apartment, Jake’s orgasm block was released, and he gave a tremendous shout, one she could even hear through two walls and over the sound of the shower, as his penis finally began to spurt, thick white shots of semen hosing down his body. He came so hard, several shots hit his face. Lakisha snickered as she sensed this, even as the burst of energy from his climax made her pussy moisten and pepped her up like an energy drink straight to the veins. Another couple seconds to rinse off, and Lakisha stepped out of the shower, keeping a mental eye on her now exhausted neighbor as he spiraled down from his too-intense climax.

As Lakisha dressed, she smirked and gave him one more little punishment, making another motion to his cock and speed dumping lust and adrenalin into his system. Jake yelped as his cock, already aching from the intense session, instantly stiffened back to maximum erection, and he felt the urge to masturbate return. Jake whimpered as, unable to fight his body’s urges, he grasped his now truly aching cock, and stroked it again, frantically jacking off to a second climax. Lakisha put another block on his cock, a timed one this time, that would release itself in no less than half an hour. Jake was ready to shoot again in barely three minutes. Goodness, he had been pent up this morning! Even utterly drenched in his own seed, Lakisha could tell his next climax, when he finally reached it, was going to be twice as hard, and at least as messy!

Unfortunately, she couldn’t stick around to enjoy it; checking the time, she realized she was almost going to be late for work. She sighed. Stupid work, always spoiling her fun. As she went out the door, she made another motion towards Jake, increasing the timer on his block to a full hour. She then scribbled a note, and as she left her apartment, she slipped the note under Jake’s door. If he ever managed to get out of bed today, he’d see that it read, “I warned you. Next time, you’ll be stroking for a week!”

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Just A Little Scene: Morning Rub

He woke up frozen in place. He had a moment of panic, before forcing himself to remain calm. His wife did this to him sometimes. He was lying prone on his back, straight as a board, arms at his sides. He could still breathe, but that was the only thing he could do; he couldn’t even open his eyes or form any words. Only one other part of him was still moving, twitching crazily as a soft, gentle fingertip traced lazily back and forth, up and down its diamond hard length. Jesus, she was teasing his cock with her finger again, her feather-light touch electrifying every sensitive nerve on his penis with pleasure.

He could hear her giggle softly as she read his mind, sensing that he was now fully awake. She leaned close, and her warm breath tickled his ear. His muscles twitched as he tried to shy away from the ticklish sensation, but he could not move to escape it. “Good morning, my love,” she said. Her fingertip slipped lower, and for a moment she drummed her fingers lightly on his tightly engorged testicles. She had not allowed him release for nearly two months, and his balls ached sweetly with sensual pressure. She giggled again as she sensed him trying to wince from the drumming on his tender balls. She resumed the maddeningly slow tracing along his shaft. The sensations were getting to him faster than ever, with such a long time of denial. She also seemed to have increased his sensitivity.

“Only by a little,” she said, still reading his thoughts.

Oh, gods, Madeline, please, please, please let me shoot! he thought.

“Now, now, we wouldn’t want you popping off prematurely, would we? After all…” her finger left his cock, and for a moment, he heard a slick, wet sound. Then, he felt her wipe her now wet finger on his upper lip, rubbing the fluid in. The scent of her pussy made him dizzy. She giggled again, “…I’m just getting warmed up.”

Oh, gods, no, she wasn’t going to—AAAAAHH! He shuddered, even despite her spell, as she straddled him, and sat upon his cock. She didn’t let him inside, but instead pressed her slick pussy lips against his shaft. Slowly, she rocked back and forth, rubbing her clit deep against his length. He managed a pitiful moan as contact with her pussy shot lightning bolts of pleasure through his loins, nearly boiling the unspent cum in his balls. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure as she rubbed against him, every throb of his organ sending jolts of pleasure through her core. She bit her lip and dug her nails into his chest as she picked up the pace. Soon, she was grinding her clit rapidly along him, every stroke of her lips driving her into greater pleasure, whilst making him crash hard against the barrier to his release.

Just before she climaxed, however, she lifted off him, now gritting her teeth, and gasping rapidly, as edged herself. She shivered, letting the high of near-climax almost fade, before dropping down and resuming the slow grind against his cock. Another few minutes, and she sped up as she neared climax again, only to stop once more, denying herself even as she denied him. She did it again, then again, and again, each time reaching the edge quicker, and each time forcing him harder against his own barrier. But unlike him, she was not magically prevented from climax, and could not last forever. Finally, after her fifteen edging, she could take no more, and did not stop. She climaxed with a howl, and came so hard, she squirted, drenching the bed, and her husband, in her fluids. She collapsed onto his shuddering form and held him, kissing him deeply, and stroking his hair.

Please, he begged her mentally, please, please, please! Tears of frustration fell from his eyes. His genitals were on fire with sensation overload and the immense sexual pressure. But his pleas were not acknowledged, though she heard them clearly.

She finally stood and stretched, giving a satisfied moan. “God, what a way to start the morning! I really need to do that more often!” He only whimpered in response. She giggled back, then leaned down and gave his penis a quick kiss. “Now, make sure to clean the bed when you can get up again!” With that, she showered and got ready for work, leaving him frozen, soaking in her juices, until she left the house. Only then, did her spell wear off and allow him to move again. The pressure in his genitals made it slow going, but he immediately set up cleaning up. Disobeying her was what led him to be denied for so long in the first place!

It's Funny Because It's True

It's probably a good thing Civeron Demihumans can't crossbreed. Otherwise, you'd have half-human/half-winged-half-cats running around, and that'd just be ridiculous.

Of course, it's possible to have a Djinnnoa-Demihuman, but fairies are special like that.

Old Captions

Oh, what the hell, I may as well release a few of the older live-action pics I pulled, at least the ones I think should be a less of a problem.

New Captions

Made some new captions.

Martian Dreams

So after that long winded ramble, I thought I'd lighten the mood with the hottest fucking piece of artwork I've seen in a while. Deja Thoris from the Barsoom novels/comic books, looking sexfully regal. No Caption for this yet, but I can just imagine her appraising me for worthiness to join her harem, using Martian magic to tease me into submission.

Dark Times in the Sex Mage World

Over on one of the forums, some readers asked if I would continue the story “Wicked Sisters.” Looking back over it, I came to the conclusion that I really do not like the story. I recalled having a lot of trouble trying to continue it, which is why it hasn’t gone beyond Part 2. Part of this was because I just ran out of steam, and could not think of new and interesting things to do with the situation. I mean, all it was going to be was just three women relentlessly torturing the young man’s cock for however many pages, and frankly, I’ve done that to death already.

But a bigger part of me also stopped because I was frankly disgusted with what I’d written. I realized, that once again, I had written a story about three women rather viciously raping a young man with Sex Magic for no other reason than because it was “fun,” and in this case, one of the women was the man’s own mother. And while they did it, they ridiculed him for his lack of control, even as they tortured him all the harder. And having seen this, I didn’t want to touch the story again, and went so far as to say the Sex Mage World as a whole now disturbed me.