Ion's Wicked Lesson

Frank shifted his weight nervously as he crouched down among the trees. Over the course of the last two months, he had diligently worked to track the movements of a certain superheroine who had become the object of his desires. Ever since she had saved him three months ago from get eaten by a cyborg tyrannosaurus rex with laser beam eyes, she had haunted Frank’s dreams every night. He imagined tracking her down to her home, her opening the door, then gasping as he shoved her against the wall and kissed her passionately. In his fantasies, he would then either bend her over her kitchen counter and fuck her from behind, or he would push her to her knees and fuck her mouth.

Of course, when push came to shove, they were just fantasies, and if they ever really met in person again, Frank would probably be too nervous to do little more than try to mumble a greeting and stare bashfully at his feet. Being very aware of this, Frank had decided to do the next best thing: be a creepy stalker. And so, here he was, sitting in the small wooded area just outside the backyard of cozy looking two-story house where he had calculated his hero lived in when she was “off duty.”

He had parked his car a few blocks away and snuck into the woods by coming through the back yard of an abandoned property. The woods went right up to the backyard of his heroes abode, and he even found a nice little nook between the trees where he could sit down while staying pretty well hidden. He seemed to be in luck; not having any idea when she might show up, he was full prepared to make this an all day, possibly multiple trip endeavor. However, he apparently only had to wait an hour.

Just A Little Scene: Hard Lessons

Miss Cale sat, fully dressed, in the middle of a circle of boys, slowly swiveling her chair to look at each of them in turn. Fifteen in all, natural born trouble makers slowly learning how to behave. Unlike most boys, they resisted the truth of women’s absolute dominance of the world, and had to be educated rather more strictly than the rest. This particular group had been coming along slowly. They had stopped calling her "bitch" at least.

The boys were kneeling, naked, before her, equally spaced out in a ring. Their hands were behind their backs, and their steely hard penises stood at attention like good little soldiers. They fought hard to stay composed, but most could not manage it too well; some of the boys shivered, others whimpered or moaned, as each fell under Miss Cale’s studious gaze. Miss Cale allowed this to slide, however, hardly able to blame them; she was stimulating them with her power, steadily thought-stroking them which phantom hands and mouths, and many of the boys had not cum in months.

She had been at it nearly an hour before the struggling finally started, some boys unable to stand it any longer; several openly began squirming and moaning loudly, trying desperately to yank their arms forward to take themselves in hand, or to pitch forward and hump the floor. Some even tried to stand up and make a blind attempt to run as if getting some distance would actually lessen the sensations. It would not, of course, but the boys were going out of their minds with sexual over-stimulation. Their attempts were all futile, however; Miss Cale’s power also bound them in place, series of invisible, telekinetic hands and clamps pinning their arms and legs back, holding them upright.

Within minutes, almost all the boys were screaming in lust and thrashing like madmen. Only one boy, a tall redhead, managed to resist the urge to fight; he still jerked and cried out, but he alone was trying his hardest to just let the sensations take him. Miss Cale settled her eyes on him and she smiled. With a thought, she silenced the other boys, forcing them to be quiet. Miss Cale ignored their tears and pained expressions, focusing on the one boy who was trying his very best to except his test. Miss Cale cranked up the sensations on him, switching to a phantom pussy fucking his helpless cock, and sending even stronger jolts of pure pleasure through his loins. The redheaded boy wailed in sheer sensation overload, but unlike the other boys, he did not threaten her or try to resist her efforts. His struggles and cries were merely his own body’s natural convulsions from the stimulation. Miss Cale held him to this rigorous challenge for another five minutes, and then, the boy called her name in rapture, and declared himself unworthy of her gifts.

Miss Cale broke out into an elated smile. She had had her eye on this one, and he had finally passed the test. It was time to reward him. The other boys watched as the redhead suddenly rose into the air. His limbs were stretched out and he hung spread eagle in the air, suspended a foot off the ground in Miss Cale’s power. He gave out a quaking scream that sounded nearly like a death rattle, and then, his penis erupted like a volcano.

Semen arced high, nearly to the ceiling, but rather than splattered downwards, it hung suspended in thick globes and ropes in the air. The redhead continued to shake and scream, Miss Cale extending his orgasm past normal human limits, literally draining every possible drop of cum his body could produce, before finally letting him go. She gently set him down, exhausted and unconscious.

Miss Cale turned her attention to the other boys. They were staring at the redhead with various degrees of envy, hopelessness, and hatred. None of them got it yet. None of them understood that the redhead had finally achieved true submission. They would not cum today; perhaps next month, a few of them would finally figure it out, but considering this crowd, she was doubtful. For now, they would share in their fellow’s orgasm. It was the best they would get.

As she continued to stimulate the boys, the globes of semen in the air came together in a large ball, and then split into fourteen smaller dollops. Each floated down towards the mouth of a boy. Each boy had a horrified look on their face, and immediately strained with every ounce of will and muscle power to keep their mouths closed. Miss Cale savored the moment, letting them think for just a moment that they still had some modicum of control left. Then, with a thought, she destroyed that delusion, as she caused their mouths to pop open, and deposited the redhead’s semen inside.

Humiliated, overstimulated, and defeated, the boys were made the savor the taste before swallowing. When the cum finally slid down their throats, Miss Cale released them all from her power. The stimulation to their genitals stopped, and their invisible bonds released. The boys dropped to the ground, some curling into fetal positions, some gagging, some just laying their trying to catch their breath. Miss Cale stood, and caused the redhead to float up into the air, following behind her as she led him to another section of the facility, where he would be allowed to recover and continue to the next stages of “education.” The other boys, meanwhile, would remain here, their blazing hot cocks still prevented from release, teased daily until their wills cracked, and their resistance melted away. For now, all they could do was watch with burning envy as they observed the redhead’s look of utter peace.

Hunter's Vice

One of the awesome things about being a member of the Centurions was there were no shortage of superb hotties on the group. This, at least, was the assessment of the hero known as “Hunter,” the team’s stealth expert. The team boasted 100 members, and the gender ratio was 48 women, 37 men, and 15 “other”, which meant there was plenty of fine booty available by Hunter’s reckoning. Granted, half that booty was already taken, a chunk of them were lesbians, and another chunk had zero interest in sex due their superhuman natures, but that didn’t mean Hunter couldn’t appreciate the view.

The ladies didn’t always appreciate his… admiration… of their beauty, but the advantage of being Hunter was that you only really got caught when you wanted to. Having strength sufficient to lift 10 tons and durability enough to take a high power rifle shot point blank and come away with only a bruise was nice, as was having senses enhanced to bestial levels. However, Hunter considered his best power to be the ability to render himself completely invisible, silent, and scentless. He could not be seen along any part of the electromagnetic spectrum and echolocation could not locate him. Even signs of his presence, such as the form of his body underwater, or footprints in dust would not show. Even blood left behind on the battlefield would carry not scent if spilled while he was cloaked. This made Hunter the team’s best man for espionage, reconnaissance, and tracking missions, though he was a decent fighter as well. This also, however, allowed Hunter to indulge in a less than heroic hobby of voyeurism.

Just A Little Scene: Repaying the Tab

Richard came into the bar at the usual time, Friday night, 2 a.m., half an hour before closing. The moment he walked in, he felt the warm, soft sensation of a hand cupping his balls, and giving them an affectionate squeeze. Richard let out a soft, barely perceptible gasp and his hips twitched slightly. Even though he knew to expect it now, he was still so sensitive there that the touch made him jump ever time. He quickly sat at the end of the bar before anyone noticed his cock stiffen in his slacks.

Chase set a beer in front of him without even taking his order. Her smile was sly as she winked at Richard. He smiled back, and shed his coat, draping it on the stool next to him, not daring to stand up and hang it on the hook. The phantom hand on his testicles rolled them gently, in a soothing, yet arousing motion. Richard downed the beer quickly.

As the last few patrons began to leave their money, and Chase started wiping down the bar, Richard felt a fingertip settle on the tip of his cock. It slowly began to trace along the ridge of his penishead in a clockwise motion, tracing around several times before stopping and going counter clockwise. Back and forth, round and round. Richard, his penishead almost more sensitive to touch than his testicles, shivered and had to control his breathing as the others grabbed their coats to leave. When it was just the two of them, Chase went over to lock the door, and the fingers motion quickened. Richard let out a breath, and his cock pulsed with excitement. Chase pretended to ignore him as she flipped the chairs of the few tables over, and picked up the remaining dishes. She made she that every time she bent over to grab something, it was in full view of Richard, letting him see the shapely curve of her hips, letting her shirt slip up a bit to show off her skin, and the edge of the thong she wore. Richard’s eyes were glued to her ass.

Then another finger tip joined the first, this one starting at the tip and trailing down to the base. Up and down it went, tracing the main sensitive nerve line of his shaft. Richard had to grab the edge of the bar to steady himself on the stool. He let out a soft moan, dying to call her name, but he knew the rules. Until she was ready for him, he was not to speak, only watch her.

As he did, Richard remembered the first night he’d met her. He’d stomped into the bar, already half drunk. The bar was going to close in two minutes, and Chase had not had a very good day. As the other customers left, Richard demanded to be served. Chase had snapped at him, he’d snapped back, and he turned to leave. As needing to further feel like he’d won, he yanked an empty mug off the table and hurled it at the far wall, where it shattered, taking a couple small hanging pictures with it.

Just then, pain had exploded in his testicles, and he’d dropped to the floor. The pain kept coming, and, not knowing what was happening, he could only curl into a ball and sob. The pain slowly faded, and Chase had come over to him. She’d revealed she was a witch and if he ever did something like that again, she would crush his balls to paste.

Two weeks had gone by before Richard had come back, meekly entering the bar completely sober. She’d frowned at his presence, and immediately, he felt a phantom hand grip him, not quite painfully, but none too gently. He staggered to the bar, and made his apology. Eventually, Chase released him, but as she did, she also noticed the tent in his pants, as well as the way he was now eyeing her. She smiled devilishly, and said she had an idea of how he could repay her.

That night, after the bar was closed, he stayed behind, and ate her out while she sat on the stool. As he did so, she used her magic to stroke his cock. They worked each other for nearly an hour, and she came several times. However, she also used her magic to hold in his orgasm, and by the end, he was begging her for release. She kept playing with him a bit, taking her time slipping her underwear and pants back on and shutting off the lights. She told him to come back next week, and she’d think about it then. Until then, she had cast a spell on him to keep from cumming or masturbating.

And so it went, every Friday, for the past four months, he came to the bar just before it closed, and she played with him. Sometimes, play with him was all she did, if she didn’t feel like sex. Most of the time, though, they fucked or she made him eat her out. Sometimes, she let him cum. Usually, she did not.

Tonight, as he watched her, he struggled to stay on the stool. The phantom hand and fingertips continued to work him, the hand squeezing his balls a bit harder now, the fingers touching him more firmly, moving more quickly. He let out a shaky moan. He last came three weeks ago. He finally couldn’t take it and his hips jerked and he slid off the bench and onto his knees.

After a moment, Chase came over to him. He looked up at her, a sheen of sweat on his brow. She smiled wickedly, leaning down and kissed him. “You may speak now, pet,” she said.

“Oh, Goddess, that feels so good,” he said. “I’m not worthy of your gifts, Goddess Chase.” He bent forward and kissed the tops of her shoes. The fingertips on his cock became full hands, wrapping around his head and shaft, and began to steadily pump him. “Oh, fuck, Chase…” he gasped.

Chase kneeled down and kissed him again. “I was thinking about letting you cum tonight?” she said. She worded the next phrase carefully. “What do you think about that, my pet?” As she said this, she sent a bolt of pure pleasure shooting through his straining cock.

Richard almost blurted out, “Oh, please!” but barely managed to restrain himself. “I, uh, I think you, oh!, o-only if it would be pleasing to you, Goddess…”

Chase laughed lightly, and kissed him again. She ruffled his hair, now growing a bit damp with sweat. “Okay, at ease, soldier. Tonight I’m in the mood for some fun, so let’s dispense with the formalities.”

Richard let out another gasp. “Oh, thank god. I can’t take it another minute.”

Chase stood; she was wearing a skirt, now customary wear for her Friday night shift. Beneath the skirt, she wore no panties. She turned and placed her hands on the bar. “Come on, then, Dick, let’s see what you’ve got for me tonight.”

Dick undid his pants and left them bunched at his ankles as he stood. The sensations died off from his cock, though he still felt quite sensitive. He positioned himself behind her, and entered her smoothly. He let out a sigh, as if of great relief, and began to fuck her.

They went longer than usual that night. After going doggie style at the bar, they shed their clothes completely, and he’d spun her around and shoved her up against the wall, fucking her with fierce thrusts that propelled the air from her lungs in sharp gasps. She clutched at him and bit his shoulder, her nails digging in. Her pussy pulsed rapidly with pleasure, and quaked through several orgasms as Richard’s straining cock throbbed inside her. Her magic enhanced the sensations, so every thrust made him feel like he was going to explode. And when they were done with the wall, the went to the floor, where Chase lay atop him and sucked him as she again made him eat her out, something she never seemed to tire of.

When she finally tired, Richard lay gasping beneath her, and she slid down next to him. Repositioning herself to snuggle up against him, she held her hand over his still twitching cock, and began to tap her fingers in the air. Richard felt little tiny jolts of pleasure each time one of her fingers “tapped”, and he lay twitching and gasping, clutching at her.

“Well, let’s see, adding up all of my orgasms from the past few weeks, I think you’re tab is almost paid,” she said. “But, you’re a couple short?”

“T-t-tab?” gasped Richard.

“Yep,” said Chase. “Every time you cum, I add it to your tab. Since your orgasms are quite expensive, I’m afraid I can only allow you one orgasm on the tab before I have to collect.” She stopped tapping her fingers, one finger still extended down, and his cock tensed, poised at the very edge of orgasm. “Although… you’re such a good pet, I might consider extending your credit a bit. Though I should warn you, I’ll start charging interest if you do.” She giggled and then purred in his ear. “What do you say? I could give you an orgasm now, and you wait even longer for the next one, or you could be a big strong man and tough it out until next week.”

Richard gasped and twitched. She was holding him on the edge and it was maddening. He needed to cum so badly, but the rational part of his mind knew the consequences of taking the easy way out. “N-n-no,” he choked out. “I’ll w-wait… please…”

“Are you sure?” she whispered, and again purred in his ear, sending shivers down his spine and making his cock jerk. He could almost feel the semen start to crawl up his length.

“Yes! Please, Goddess, may I wait for your gift?” He shivered, as she held him there for another few moments.

Then, she released her power, and the moment of possible climax passed. His body relaxed, and his cock jerked a few times. She curled and arm and leg around him, holding him as he slowly came down from his high. When she sensed he was good enough to stand again, she leaned over and kissed him deeply. Then she giggled. “You are such a sucker,” she said. “There is no tab.” She stuck her tongue out at him as he looked at her incredulously.

“You’re mean,” he said.

“Yeah, and that’s why you keep coming back every time,” she said. She stood and held him to his feet.

“Only because you got me by the balls,” he said. She smirked and he felt another tender, affection squeeze on his testicles. They dressed, and Chase finished closing the bar down.

“Same time next week, pet?” she said, as they exited the door.

“You know I got no choice,” he said, and they laughed, kissed, and parted ways.

Violet vs Sara

ONE

Violet sat staring at the chalkboard as her math professor droned on about matrices. College Algebra was so tedious, but it was the last math credit she would need for her grad plan, so she suffered through it. She was taking notes, but her mind wasn’t really paying attention, instead focusing on other things to pass the time. She blinked as she felt something small tap the back of her head, and a little ball of paper landed in front of her on her desk. She unfolded the paper and had to hold in a snicker as she read the words “QUIT IT!” in a hasty scrawl. Violet looked back over her should and spotted Jim in the back left corner of the class.

Jim was red in the face, twitching, and fighting not to make any noise. The way he was reclining in his chair, the bottom of the desk pressed against his crotch; Violet could see the slow grind of his hips against the desk’s edge, trying to soothe a raging hard on. She could tell from the rapid motion of his chest that he was breathing quickly, and she knew it was only with a monumental effort that he didn’t burst out gasping. He was looking at her, clearly annoyed, and he mouthed, Seriously! Stop! Violet gave him the finger, a sly grin on her face, and Jim gave her a helpless look. She turned back to face the front of the class room and “ignored” him for the remaining thirty minutes.

When class was over, Jim practically tackled her right outside the door, giving her a fierce kiss. “You are so fucking mean,” he said when he came up for air.

“What, whatever do you mean, my sweet?” said Violet with a giggle.

“Don’t play all coy,” said Jim. “You were using your powers to make me horny as fuck in there. I was about to jizz my pants!” He seemed to have calmed some, but that was only for as long as Violet wanted him to walk straight.

The Erotic Misadventures of Jamin Frey (Incomplete)

This is a series I started a while ago, and has been slow to progress, mainly because I keep hitting points where I don't know where to go, and eventually, I can't come up with anything, so I just throw my hands up and belt something out at random.

Jamin Frey was basically the starting point of the SOS concept; originally, the idea of a modern fantasy erotica adventure series was just to have this one guy, Jamin, and maybe a random partner, go on wacky adventures wherein Jamin would try to solve a crime, or perform a rescue, or hunt a monster, and would inevitably get captured, then femdommed for a while, before somehow figuring out a way to escape his predicament and win the day.

Well, this was the first (and so far only) actual Jamin Frey story I did, before moving on to other things when I got stuck. I eventually expanded to the full SOS concept, and they've been mentioned or cameod in other works since. So, if I continue this series, it may instead be a full on SOS Adventures, rather than just Jamin Frey.

Anyway, here's the story so far. I have no idea when/if I'll get this finished, but I hope to wrap it up in no more than two more parts. I know some readers would prefer I keep going with the concept (this story does seem to be the most popular of my work), but frankly, I get bored with stories that go on and on and on.

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The World of Civero

Civero is a fantasy world, similar to modern day Earth (post-Industrial/Computer Age), but very clearly an alternate world. Here, the existence of psychics and witches (also called espers and mages) are a rare, but accepted part of human society. Monsters and demihumans also exist, but by and large have been driven far from human civilization.

Civero itself is a planet approximately the size of Mars, yet has a gravity and atmospheric conditions similar to Earth. It sports three continents and various random islands. Humans are as diverse on Civero as they are on Earth, but the Eight Human Nations have only adapted a truly global economy in the last decade, and only now are seeing a greater mingling of cultures; most nations thus have little ethnic diversity at the moment. Because of this, there is some degree of bias between nations, ranging from cultural rivalry to barely concealed xenophobia, depending on the nation.

There is no formal religion in Civero. Humans know that gods exist, but the last god to grace its presence on their planet tried to annihilate them all, and no other gods came to help them. As such, Civerons are not generally people of faith. The closest thing to organized religion are the scattered remnants of cults dedicated to the Dark God Temael and outlaw academics who study the Majestic Era mages and espers, but these barely exist.

NATIONS OF CIVERO
GRAN
Gran is the “western” continent of Civero, holding three nations. Grannin is the common language of the continent.

Argonia – Argonia is a First Class nation. Argonian’s speak Grannin, but usually not a second language, unless their job requires it. As a capitalist democracy, Argonian culture values industry and individualism, and many Argonians have great pride in themselves and their nation. Argonians are fair skinned, with brown or blond hair.

Bellamy – Bellamy is a First Class nation, and formerly a large province of Argonia. Bellamy fought for independence from Argonia due to lackluster support from the latter during a country-wide epidemic. Bellamians are an industrious democracy that values tradition and family ties. They are not as outspoken as Argonians, but can be more bullheaded. They have the same features as Argonians, speak Grannin and alternately Ashi or Modern Curra.

Curran – Curran is a Second Class nation, with a currently weak economy. Once ruled by a corrupt nobility, forty years ago a violent revolution overthrew the old regime, and Curran has since remained under the strict control of a military dictatorship. Currans value a strong hierarchic authority, but tend to be xenophobic, even in modern times. Curran once banned all Demihumans from their nation; in current times, although Demihumans are allowed within their boarders. Currans are also wary of mages and espers as many of the nobility who were over thrown were superhumans. Superhumans are allowed to live in Curran, but must work for the current dictatorship as civil servants. Curranians have brown skin, and uniquely have two-colored hair: the top part of the hair is always a lighter shade from the bottom, creating a wide stripe. Common combinations are white-black, white-gray, red-brown, blond-brown. Curranians speak their own language of Modern Curra, with Grannin as a second language.


ASHIM
Ashim is the “eastern” continent of Civero, and holds five nations. Ashi is the common language of the continent.

Sarkovia – Sarkovia is a First Class nation, and ties with Argonia as the most powerful in economy and military. Sarkovia is a socialized nation in its prime, and the people value strong leadership, loyalty to one’s nation, and strong ties to one’s comrades which can even surpass ties to one’s natural family. Sarkovia and Argonia are rival nations, and while long Cold War between them has officially ended, old wounds still linger. Sarkovians are dark skinned with black or auburn hair, and uniquely may have golden irises. Sarkovians speak Ashi and usually not a second language unless it is necessary for their jobs.

Atla – A First Class nation, most of Atla’s population lives along the southern border, leaving most of the nation still covered with untamed wilderness. Atla also lays claim to the Great Northern Ice Sheet, though no one makes use of it. Atla is the first nation to allow citizenship to Demihumans, fifteen years before Iteru, but mainly to encourage them to come to their country as cheap labor. Nonetheless, Demihumans have earned a strong presence here, and in modern times, Atlans see Demihumans as equals. There is also a notable presence of Curran immigrants. Atlans speak Ashi, with either High Zoan or Modern Curra as the most common seconds. Most Atlans are gregarious and value adaptability. Native Atlans are fair skinned, with brown or black hair and their ancestors are thought to be a displaced tribe of Argonians.

Hylan – Hylan is a Second Class nation, and was a Sarkovian province that broke away from Sarkovia two hundred years ago, when they disagreed with Sarkovia’s war with Argonia. The Hylan people value peaceful measures to solving problems, but are willing to use force when necessary. They are known for their martial arts sub-culture. Unfortunately, their economy suffers from a comparable lack of natural resources compared to the other nations of Ashim. Hylans share the same features as Sarkovians and speak Ashi.

Elyssia – Elyssia is tenuously a First Class nation, but only due to it’s advanced medical industry, which Bellamy almost matches. Elyssians as a society hold mages and espers as special, and still see Demihumans as little more than slaves. Separated from the rest of Ashim by a large desert, Elyssia had little contact with other nations until the modern era. As such, Elyssians have strong national pride and have a bit of a xenophobic streak; while not outright hostile towards other peoples, Elyssians still have a bias that other cultures are more brutish than their own. Elyssians have oriental features, and speak their own language of Elyss, with Ashi as the common second language.

Iteru – Iteru is a Second Class nation, and is a large archipelago. Iteru is also the closest country to Zoaheim, and is the major hub of Demihuman immigrant traffic; nonetheless they are the second, and thus far only other, nation to allow full citizenship for Demihumans. Iteru culture welcomes people of all types, with Iteruns being gregarious and festive. Although all Iteruns speak Ashi, there are dozens of dialects unique to each major island, and a native Iterun can easily pick out what island someone is from just due to the dialect or accent. Many Iteruns also speak High Zoan, as Demihumans have the largest presence here outside of Zoaheim. Iteruns are olive skinned, with brown, black, or reddish hair.

ZOAHEIM: THE FORBIDDEN CONTINENT
During the Dark War, the people of Zoaheim made a pact with the Dark God Temael to be his loyal servants in exchange for monstrous powers. Thus the Demihumans were created. During the war, Zoaheim was completely overrun by the Demihumans and other monsters. At its end, however, the Demihumans turned on Temael's forces, but by then, it was too little, too late. The continent had been abandoned by all other peoples, leaving the Demihumans to fend for themselves in a land still overrun with horrific monsters.

Almost a thousand years later, however, humanity eventually came back to the continent, to rediscover the lost Demihuman race. Having descended into total barbarism, forming thousands of brutally competing tribes across the continent. Only the relatively safer areas of the northern peninsula held tribes that were even slightly willing to parlay with human explorers instead of just butcher them on sight.

After decades of interaction, humans started to bring Demihumans to Gran and Ashim, saving the least savage of the lot from the horrors of the continent, in exchange for making them a slave race. The idea was that, once Demihuman populations were established to be trustworthy, independence and citizenship would be given to them over time. This has taken longer than most would like, but Demihumans are nothing if not adaptable; many who left the continent, even when very young, would rather face servitude in civilized lands, than go one day in the hell that is the Forbidden Continent.

Zoaheim is considered a Third Class "nation", despite having no central governance or monetary system. The many tribes speak a wide variety of "Wild Zoan" languages and dialects, all clearly descended from a single root language, but so scattered that usually, tribes will only be able to effectively communicate with their nearest neighbors. An attempt to create a unified Demihuman language called "High Zoan" was made, combining aspects of various Northern Tribe dialects, but High Zoan tends to see far more use off the Continent, than on it.

COSMOLOGY
In terms of its placement in the multiverse, Civero is bordered by several elemental planes and realms, most of which are uninhabited and uninteresting. Two, however, are of particular note:

The Fairy Realm, which sits a few realities “above” Civero. On rare occasion, denizens from this reality composed almost entirely of magic have come to Civero to explore or cause mischief. The Djinn are creatures of raw elemental magic, while the Fey tend to represent more ethereal concepts and various types of creatures overall. The fey are the primary cause for the existence of magic and psychic abilities on Civero, though no one is aware of this, and even the fey have forgotten it.

Temael, the Realm of the Dark God, is an entity that is an entire universe unto himself. Temael covets worlds from other universes, and works to draw them into itself. At least once in human history, Temael was able to exert its influence on Civero.

The Aura Realm, an elemental plane of "positive energy," thought to be the origin of the spark of life. The ancient Mages forcibly aligned Civero's cosmological alignment to be closer to the Aura Realm; because of this, necromancy and other death-related magic doesn't work on Civero. Similarly, death-related supernatural creatures such as ghosts, vampires, and zombies cannot function.

HISTORY
In ancient times, certain humans discovered the secrets to magic and psychic powers, fusing themselves with the power of Fey and Djinn creatures. Coveting these gifts, the empowered humans kept their secrets within their own specific clans and families, until the potential to use such power became a natural part of their genetic code. Over time, the Mage Clans and Esper Families came to rule regular humanity as the privileged upper class. Rivalries and wars kept any clan or family from really dominating the other. Humanity, for the most part, lived fairly enough under their rule, but were admittedly powerless to stop any mage or esper who went rogue. This time is known as the Majestic Era.

Eventually, however, humans became sick of being perpetually second class (or lower), and a resistance was formed that sought out possible ways to free themselves. “Salvation” came in the form of a dark and mysterious god who lay sleeping within the world. Appealing to the god, the rebellious humans unwittingly unleashed a horrendous plague of monsters upon the world.

A Dark War war lasting 100 years savaged the land, and when the dust settled, the dark god was put back to rest, and most of the monsters were slain. So, too, was most of humanity, including the Mage Clans and Esper Families. In order to preserve the species, the Mages and Espers opened themselves up to interbreed with normal humans. However, doing so diluted the Esper and Mage genes among the populace, and after two thousand years, the two offshoots became once again fully integrated with humans and the ability to use magic or psychic powers went dormant.

As the secrets of the old world died away, humanity moved on, had a renaissance, an industrial revolution, and are now comfortably within an information age, akin to our own world. The world population is now approximately 3 billion, though this does not account for the Forbidden Continent.


MODERN DAY ESPERS AND MAGES
These days an Esper or Mage can only be born if they have the proper ancestry, and the recessive genetic traits happen to line up just so to create an “atavism” which results in the birth of a mage or esper. Two mages or espers can give birth to another mage or esper, but there is only a 25% chance of the offspring also being one. If a mage and an esper produce a child together, however, the child is almost always human. Most espers and mages are found within specific bloodlines, but it has been known to happen that one may be born seemingly at random from a family with no known manifestations.

In this regard, it is theoretically possible for anyone to be born with either magic or psychic potential. In reality, it is estimated that perhaps 1% of the population has any real possible chance of creating offspring with the potential to be empowered, and only a 0.05% chance that such an offspring would actually manifest any power at all.

In total, it is estimated that about 100,000 mages and 50,000 espers exist world wide. This again does not account for the Forbidden Continent.

SUPERNATURAL BEINGS and RACES
ESPERS
Espers are people possessing psychic powers. Also referred to as psychics or psionics. They all possess Extra Sensory Perception (the ability to sense things undetectable to by normal senses) as well as one or more of the following abilities:

Telepathy – the ability to read minds and communicate by broadcasting one’s thoughts
Telekinesis – the ability to move objects with only one’s mind
Clairvoyance – the ability to see, hear, or otherwise perceive things from far away
Psychometry – the ability to know the history of object or area through simple contact or concentration; can be used to also sense if a person has been in an area recently or used the object in question recently
Post-Cognition – able to view into the past
Precognition – able to predict the future
Illusion – the ability to manipulate a person’s senses to trick them into experiencing sight, sound, touch, taste, or smells that are not really there
Nerve Reading – rather than reading one’s mind, this ability allows the esper to read the flow of signals from the brain through a person’s nervous system
Mind Control – the ability to alter the thoughts and memories of a person
Nerve Control – the ability to alter the signals going through a person’s body; can be used to control a person’s actions without controlling their mind, or as another way to create illusions

THE MINDSCAPE
All living sentient and sapient beings posses a mindscape, a world that exists within each person’s mind. This is the subconscious, where people go to dream. While it is possible for some minds to connect on their own, by and large, each mindscape is separate and unique to each person. This does not mean, however, that people cannot come and go within them. Espers in particular, are capable of entering and manipulating the mindscapes of others, or pulling others into their own mindscape.

While in the mindscape, anything is possible, with the only limit being imagination. Most humans are not adept at controlling their mindscapes, however, and thus tend to experience it either as an empty void or as a standard dream sequence. Most espers are fully capable of lucid dreaming from the outset, and this may be the first sign that someone is an esper. Likewise, normal people and mages cannot enter a mindscape at will; most can only do so via dreaming. Espers can enter and leave their and other people’s mindscapes at will.
There is a notable time difference between mindscape experience and real world experience. Just as seemingly long dreams can take only seconds to occur in real life, activity in the mindscape can go on for hours with only minutes going by in the real world. Time differences can vary from person to person, or even experience to experience, but the general average that has thus far been clocked has been something close to an hour per minute.

MAGES
Mages, also known as witches, wizards, shamans, etc., possess the ability to absorb, channel, and manipulate magical energy, which exists as a sort of fifth fundamental force of nature. Magical energy, commonly referred to as mana, but also known as quintessence or chi in some countries, is generated by a vast spectrum of phenomenon, often in ways that make little to no scientific sense. A mage is usually tied to certain type of mana, and thus must encounter or create the conditions which produce their specific type of mana in order to absorb more. Naturally, a mage who has used up or had their mana drained is rendered powerless.

All mages are capable of the same basic abilities, and “spell casting” for a mage is little more than simply focusing their will on something and using the mana at their disposal to create the desired effect. All mages can sense the presence of other supernatural phenomenon, including other mages. All can project mana in some way to create generic blasts of their mana type for attack, fields of mana for protection, or can energize other beings or objects with mana to enhance, bind, or weaken them. The exact type of effect varies; the “blast” ability for some mages might be a fireball or a lightning bolt, others may create a sleep-inducing white light.

While there are no real “traditions” of magic, some mages are classified by their occupations or specialties. Among those classifications are:

Biomancer – Focuses on healing and the manipulation of organic tissue.
Shadowmancer – Focuses on casting mystically generated illusions
Technomancer – Focuses on the manipulation of machinery
Geomancer – Manipulates the conditions of the local environment
Kinetomancer – Adept at manipulating energy
Auramancer – Focuses magic inward to perform feats of superhuman physical ability

It is notable that due to the Elemental Plane of Lust's energies, Necromancy flat-out does not work on Civero.

MANA
Mana is drawn from a variety of phenomenon, and has some influence the focus of a mage’s abilities. It is unknown if a mage is predisposed to using a certain type of mana, or if a mage settles on whatever is the first type of mana they absorb, or if the way in which a mages power is activated determines the mana type. A woman could, for example, first end up triggering her powers through a particularly intense session of sex, and from then on, would use sex or sexual activities to create the mana she needs to absorb. However, whether her magic imprinted on sex as a source of mana, or whether she only ended up activating her magic due to sex being her mana type is up for debate.

DEMIHUMANS
Demihumans are the descendants of monsters from the dark god realm and humans. Over centuries, this has resulted in the evolution of myriad offshoot breeds of demihuman. Demihumans have two major classifications: Sapient and Bestial.

SAPIENT
Sapient demihumans are those who demonstrate at least near-human levels of intelligence. These usually include Beast Folk (humanoid versions of animals, such as wolf-folk, cat-folk, fish-folk) and Taurians (creatures that are literally half-human/half-animal such as centaurs, lamia, mermaids, winged folk, etc.). However, not all such examples are sapient, and it’s easy for humans to confuse the various sapient sub-groups with their savage counterparts. Only twelve sub-groups of demihumans are officially acknowledged to be Sapient.

Beyond the Forbidden Continent, sapient demihumans are recognized as “sub-human” by most governments of Civero. While they are allowed to live in Civero, they can only do so if registered under the custody of a human. They are denied citizenship and the rights granted thereof. Ergo, Sapient demihumans are extremely rare on Civero outside the Forbidden Continent, but it is not unheard of for a wealthy individual to have a few demihuman servants. Likewise, some scientists may use demihuman assistants, and some businesses may employ demihuman workers to operate in locations unsafe for humans.

BESTIAL
Bestial demihumans refer to those with intelligence akin to lesser animals. They are creatures of instinct and cunning. At best, they may possess the intellect of smart dogs. While studies have shown it possible to train and domesticate some of the smarter bestial demihumans, most remain untamable. Bestial demihumans include all demihumans not recognized as sapient. These can be savage beast folk and taurians, as well as abominations, chimera, and dire creatures.
Bestial demihumans are recognized as “monsters” by all governments of Civero. Should any be found beyond the borders of the Forbidden Continent, they are to be executed with extreme prejudice. It is illegal to “own” a bestial demihuman. The only exceptions are usually secret scientific or military facilities which may house bestial demihumans for study and experimentation. However, it has been known for the occasional wealthy individual to purchase and secret house a bestial demihuman through black market means.

DJINNOA
Djinnoa are half-human, half-Djinn. The Djinn are an elementally-aligned variant of the fey. The result is a hybrid with a human form, but who wields great power over a specific "element." However, this "element" is often very specific, and may even only apply to certain states of matter or an actual scientific element. For example, a Snow-based Djinnoa will have the ability to create and control copious amounts snow, but only snow, not hard ice or water, or even just be able to create cold that doesn't effect their own snow.

Djinnoa are completely immune to the powers and curse of Lust Walkers, but can be vulnerable to being controlled by Geomancers who are aligned with their element.

LUST WALKERS
A new classification of the supernatural has been created to account for the seemingly recent appearance of people who appear to require sex in order to feed upon “sexual energy.” They may possess one or two abilities to assist in this, and are thusly categorized according to how their abilities function, but it should be known that they are all essentially “vampires” that feed upon the energies released during sexual excitement and sexual acts. Note that the categories are named after certain types of mythical creatures, but they are not to be confused with actual creatures of that type.

Lust Walkers appear as completely normal human beings, and indeed, they basically are. However, they must feed on sexual energy every so often, or they will lose their sanity and their health begins to deteriorate. For the most part, Lust Walkers can live perfectly normal lives, as long as they can regularly have sex, and indeed, some Lust Walkers may not even realize they are one, if they’re sex life is active enough that they don’t require big feedings.

Feeding leaves their partner extremely drained and exhausted, and could even risk death if too much energy is taken; what’s more, a person who is fed on enough times by a Lust Walker within a small enough period of time, stands a risk of becoming a Lust Walker themselves. As such, it can be difficult for Lust Walkers to maintain steady partnerships. Some Lust Walkers attempt to ignore what they are, and become somewhat feral, acting normal on the surface, but then going about and ambushing prey when the opportunity arises.
All Lust Walkers are considered “monsters” by most governments of Civero. However, because they are often so difficult to detect unless they start going feral, many Lust Walkers live free among human society. Recent estimations say that 1 in every 100,000 people could be a Lust Walker. This, however, only factors in humans. It is said that some demihumans possess Lust Walker abilities, but this has not yet been officially confirmed.

Vampires – Unlike most Lust Walkers who can feed directly off the energy of sex without even touching their victim, vampires derive their nourishment specifically from a prey’s sexual fluids. As such, these types can pass off as being dedicated oral fetishists. They can release a pheromone to induce arousal.

Medusas – Medusas are able to sexually excite and stimulate people through the mere sight of their exposed bodies. Medusas feed off the building arousal as their victim is helplessly mesmerized by their nude bodies until they cum. Medusas can often be found employed as strippers, where they can make a killing in both cash and feeding.

Sirens – Sirens use their voices to hypnotize, mesmerize, and excite their victims. The sound of their voice attracts a person, who then becomes more aroused and susceptible to suggestion the more they listen. Some Sirens sing to their victims until they cum, others will describe an erotic fantasy, others may just taunt and tease them. Sirens are particularly dangerous, because they can actually cause their victims to attack others, and the victim will act as commanded if they are deep enough under the spell. Sirens are also especially dangerous as, more so than other Lust Walkers, the effects of their power can become addicting, the victims quickly desiring to hear their voices more and more until it becomes the only thing they can get off with.

Ghosts – Ghosts can render themselves invisible and intangible, allowing them to sneak into a victim and stimulate them without the victim either seeing who it is, or being able to physically resist them. Ghosts can even have sex with a person right through their clothes.

Voodoos – Voodoos are capable of creating a voodoo doll version of a person or their genitals, and with their power, can connect that person to their creation using a piece of hair, cloth, or other significant item. The Voodoo can then fuck or play with the doll, and the victim will feel it, while their sexual energy is channeled to the doll, through which the Voodoo can absorb it. Similarly, Voodoos can create sex toys which can absorb sexual energy, then steal or otherwise retrieve the item back to absorb the energy. Voodoos tend to be among the hardest to catch, since they can perform their feedings and attacks from the privacy of their own home, with the victim never knowing who it might be. Voodoo created sex toys are illegal to own or sell, but some make it onto the black market anyway; that, in fact, ends up being the more reliable way to trace and catch them.

Wet Dreams – Wet Dreams are thought to be Lust Walkers who once had the potential to be espers. Wet Dreams enter people’s dreams via their mindscape and make them experience intense sexual fantasies, often results in the sleeping person having an orgasm. They are difficult to catch, since they can attack victims remotely, but they do tend to favor certain ones, and often reveal their identities in dreams, unless they have mastered the means to hide themselves.

Eromancer – Eromancers, also called Sex Mages, are the rarest, yet far and away most powerful of the Lust Walkers. Thought to be the result of Lust Walkers who once had the potential to be mages, Eromancers are capable of a wide variety of magical powers, all of which have some direct application to sex. Curiously, Eromancers appear to be almost exclusively women, with up to a 95% female/5% male ratio.

SUPERNATURAL OPERATIONS SPECIALISTS

Operating as a sort of freelance police force against the supernatural, S.O.S. consists of investigators, warriors, adventurers, and monster hunters, focusing on dealing mostly with monsters and high-risk black market stings, as well as rogue mages and psychics. Since this is the highly eroticized world of Civero, this incidentally often means dealing with creatures and criminals with a sexual modus operandi, although they can certainly also handle themselves against more traditionally lethal adversaries. SOS is a fairly well spread out organization, with branches throughout the two main continents of Civero, and even a couple contacts within and around the Forbidden Continent. However, no branch is particularly large unto itself, with the largest branch holding 14 Field Operatives, and 30 Support Operatives. Usually, though, the average branch may employ around 6 Field Ops and 10 to 12 Support Ops.

S.O.S. RANKS

Support Operative – A support operative specializes in certain non-combat, non-field oriented duties; most may stay at the base, but may be called into the field in an emergency. However, they are not usually trained to engage against adversaries outside of basic defense tactics. They can be anything from medics, analysts, researchers, engineers, communications operators, etc. Usually a branch will employ twice as many Support Operatives as Field Ops. Only experienced professionals in their field are allowed as Support Ops, due to the inherent risks and liabilities of the job. Support Ops may or may not be super powered; it helps, but skill is valued over power for a support position.

Field Operative – Field Operatives are the agents who actually go out and deal with adversaries in person. While some specialize in certain skills, most Field Operatives must be both investigators as well as combatants, since investigating a situation may often result in engaging an adversary. Almost without exception, Field Operatives are Super Powered Individuals, be they mages, psychics, cyborgs, demihumans, or superhumans. All Field Operatives are equipped with at least moderate defenses against psychic and magical attacks, via either their own powers, shielding imbued by a fellow operative, or through the use of special artifacts or technologies. Rookie Field Operatives are thoroughly trained before allowed into the Field, and are partnered up with an experienced operative to act as a mentor and hands on trainer. Experienced Operatives may work as partners, but as they may start to take lesser solo missions. Veterans are usually capable of handling greater solo missions on their own. However, if the mission or case demands, several Field Operatives may of course join up to tackle larger scale threats.

Commander – Each branch has a Commander, usually the most experienced Veteran Field Operative, who oversees the actions of his or her branch. As such, Commanders may see less field work, but are usually still more than capable of it. In the case of large scale missions, a Commander will act as Field Leader, and may even assign a Secondary Field Leader if a large enough group is assembled.

Drifter – Drifter Operatives are Veteran Field Ops not tied to any specific branch. They are free roaming operatives who can take on a wide variety of missions due to their jack-of-all-trades efficiency. Such Drifter Ops are especially useful in less populated areas, where an SOS branch might not be established. Alternatively, a Drifter Operative may specialize in a certain rare power, skill, or area of knowledge that several branches may be lacking, thus he will work with several different jurisdictions as needed. Drifters have an extended range of jurisdiction, but ultimately must abide by the orders of the Commander whose area they are currently in.

Forbidden Continent Operatives – FC Ops have decidedly different duties than the usual SOS Operative, and operate in direct conjunction with the military stationed to guard the Forbidden Continent. FC Ops tend to focus almost exclusively on search and rescue missions for any humans or Sapient Demihumans who one way or another find themselves lost or abandoned on the continent. Alternatively, they may assist the military special ops in hunt and capture/destroy missions for particularly dangerous monsters.

Just A Little Scene: Ashley's Feral Girls

“Look through there,” Ashley said, leading my naked form to a large two-way mirror, adjacent to a door. As Ashley’s hand slowly stroked my cock, she pushed me up to the glass, revealing a carpeted room with no furniture. There were three women in the room, a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead. They were all naked, and had gorgeous, fit bodies. Red was curled up on the floor, sleeping. Blond was crawling around on her hands and knees, seemingly restless, but also seemingly unable to figure out what to do. Brunette was sitting and was idly chewing on a Popsicle stick, looking bored.

“What… what did you do to them?” I gasped. Her fingers stroked me faster and she all but purred into my ear, sending pleasant shivers through me.

“You mean after I fucked them senseless?” Ashley giggled as another shiver, one I couldn’t decide was of lust or fear, ran through me. “I’ve lowered their intelligence down to that of dogs. Not that they think or act dogs, but I’ve turned them into creatures of pure, animal instinct. Feral humans, as it were.”

“Oh god…” I gasped. “How… how could you do that to…” My words were cut off with a gasp as Ashley’s hand quickened again, and I found myself wincing in approaching orgasm. I clutched at Ashley, reaching behind me to grasp her body, but just when I felt myself about to peak, she squeezed that spot below the head. My body stiffened, and Ashley just held me like that, until the moment faded, and I relaxed in her grip. Ashley waited another moment, before resuming her stroking.

“It’s just temporary,” she said. “See, they actually really enjoy this. I leave just enough of their minds intact so that they are completely aware of their situation, but can do nothing about it, just go along for the ride.” Ashley giggled again, and she licked along my earlobe, biting it gently. She growled lightly, and I shuddered. It was enough to make me peak again, but right away, Ashley pinched me, holding back my climax. When the moment passed, and her hand resumed, she continued, “They love it, you know, the feeling of being totally at one with their emotions and desires, spending a few days being just pure id. They say when they fuck while in this state, they experience the most pure, raw orgasms they’ve ever had.” Ashley giggled. “Of course, it helps that I tease them a bit first, just to get them really in the mood. Watch closely.”

Ashley’s hand slowed its stroking, but didn’t quite stop, as I watched the three women in the room. Suddenly, they all stiffened. Blonde looked around more frantically, and Brunette dropped the Popsicle stick, her eyes widening. Red let out a soft moan and roused from her sleep. She looked about almost confused. Looking closely, I could see their pussy lips moistening, and their hips twitched slightly as Ashley poured raw arousal into their minds.

I felt my breath catch short as seeing the women grow aroused, and soon frustrated with arousal, excited me, and even the slow pace of Ashley’s hand made my cock shoot to the edge. Once again, Ashley pinched me off, and I grit my teeth, letting out a groan. Ashley giggled, and my groan was matched by soft moans and whimpers as the women started crawling around, searching aimlessly for something to relieve the aches between their legs. Even as Ashley’s fingers pinched off my orgasm, I could see the women’s juices already running down their thighs. Ashley was really letting them have it.

“Just like you, I’ve made it so they can’t masturbate,” said Ashley, “not even by humping something. And since they aren’t lesbians, it doesn’t even occur to them to use each other for pleasure. And they’re too stupid to even try and think of a way to relieve their predicament.” The women seemed to be growing frantic, desperately searching through the room, and even scratching at the doors. “Right now they’re on the hunt. The sole thought on their mind is finding a cock to fuck senseless.”

“Oh, god!” I gasped. Ashley let go of me, and led me to the door. “Wait!” I said.

“Just one thing before I turn you loose on them,” she said. She reached down and gave my balls a painful squeeze that took my breath away. “Don’t cum.” Before I could respond, she whipped open the door and shoved me into the room, slamming it closed and locking it.

Ashley had scarcely closed the door when the three women were upon me. Drowning me in a flurry of kisses, growling with passion, all three women nearly crushed me against the wall in their passion, before shoving me flat on my back to the floor. Before I could even catch my breath, Brunette had straddled my hips and mounted my cock, bouncing vigorously upon it. I let out a gasp, only for Red to plant her pussy right on my mouth, nearly suffocating me. I managed to shift her back a bit so I could breathe, and started licking her enthusiastically, knowing it was what she wanted. Blonde let out a cry of frustration at seeing the other two take dibs, and I could hear her growl with anger. Part out of sympathy, and part out of not wanting a fight to suddenly erupt with me beneath them, I reached out with my hand and caressed Blonde’s pussy lips. She instantly let out a gasp, and calmed, positioning herself so I could easily finger her. The two women on top of me quickly climaxed, and they climbed off, Brunette letting Blonde mount me, while she and Red positioned themselves to be fingered. They switched positions yet again up Blonde climaxing.

Despite the amazing sensations of their pussies squeezing and milking my teased cock, I was too overwhelmed with the ferocity of their passion, and preoccupied with making sure they were satisfied, that I found it in me not to cum, despite remaining rock hard and near the edge the whole time.

Even with their reduced intelligence, they seemed to know by instinct every sexual position they ever tried, and were determined to put me through it. Missionary, cowgirl, reverse, 69, doggie, against the wall, from the side, upside down; I was like a hacky sack passed from pussy to mouth to pussy to mouth to pussy, over and over, with no chance to catch my breath.

Finally, after what seemed like hours and god only knew how many climaxes, the three seemed to have soothed their sexual cravings. I was too exhausted to go on. I lay there, panting and gasping as they huddled around my cock. They licked their lips hungrily, and their mouths descended onto my now horribly teased member. I gasped and writhed, clutching at them; Blonde and Brunette grabbed my hands and held them down, while Red sat on my legs and held my cock up for their mouths to feast on. It was incredible; three sets of soft lips, three wriggling tongues, three hot, warm, sucking mouths all attacking my cock at once, slipping me in and out of them, licking me from tip to testicles. It was beyond anything I’d ever felt. I lasted only seconds under their oral assault. I let out a desperate wail, and then, my orgasm hit me, stealing my breath away. Rope after rope of thick, hot cum launched from my cock, splattering all over me and all over the girls, just going everywhere. It was so intense that I blacked out for a few seconds.

When I came to, just a few moments later, the three women were cuddled around me, Brunette on my right, Blonde on my left, and Red on top, resting her head on my belly. We were a hot, sticky, sweaty, exhausted mess, and I fell asleep in their arms, feeling utterly content.

When I woke up, the three women were gone, but I was still on the floor. A blanket had been laid over me, and a pillow put under my head. A note had been left on my chest, and it read, “Thanks for the wonderful time!” Three red lipstick kiss marks had been made along the bottom, each one a different shade. I looked up as I heard footsteps behind me.

Ashley smiled down at me. “Well, that wasn’t so bad, huh? They told me you lasted the longest out of anyone I’d ever thrown at them.”

“Uh… thanks?” I said. Ashley laughed. “So, now what?”

Ashley smirked, and I felt her mind dig into mine. I let out a gasp as my cock went from semi-hard to full mast instantly, and a teasing vibration buzzed along its length. “Now,” she said, her smirk turning to a wicked grin, “I punish you for having an orgasm without my permission.”

I felt the sensation of a slick, phantom hand suddenly cup my penis head, and I let out a sudden, fearful gasp of, “No, please, mercy!” before the hand began to swirl, palming my head, and my words were lost in a cry of sensual agony.

Just A Little Scene: Taunting Phone Call, Magic Tease

Doug grunted and fumbled for the phone as it rang. Roused from his sleep, he barely registered the clock saying 3:30 AM as he grabbed it. Without thinking, he answered, muttering, “H’lo?”

A husky female voice answered softly. “Hey, babe.”

Doug’s mind lurched awake and he let out a soft gasp of “Sara…” He instinctively tried to hang up the phone, or at least throw it across the room before she could say another word, but it was already too late. His penis was already fully stiff and tense, and he felt her magic wash over his body. With a gasp, he rolled onto his back.

“So… I had some fun today,” Sara said. “Wanna hear about it?”

“Sara,” Doug said, his voice already shaky. “No, please, not tonight…”

“Aw, come on, babe,” she said, her voice thick with sensuality. “You always love my stories, don’t you?” Doug grit his teeth and let out a soft groan as he felt her magic start to thrum through his sex. “Aaaanyway. I went out clubbing with some friends tonight, and as you can imagine, I got hit on quite a bit. But there was this one guy, real pushy type. He thought he was so cool. I admit he was pretty hot. But he had such an attitude on him. Kept coming up to me and telling me how I was gunna have my mouth on his dick before the night was through. As if he could handle my mouth.” She paused. “Mmmm. You remember my mouth, right, hun?”

Doug let out a gasp of “Y-yeah…” as the energy on his cock began to feel like a hot, wet tongue tracing his length. Soon, his whole sex felt engulfed in a soft, wet heat, a phantom mouth slowly sucking and sliding along his shaft. Even before her powers, Sara could utterly devastate him with her mouth; now, she only had to think it, and the feeling of her mouth brought him to his knees.

“Yeah?” she said, and paused again, seeming to let him simmer in the sensations. “So after I told him to buzz off a few times, he still didn’t get it. I turned to him then and gave him a Look. Like, boy you don’t even know what you’re dealing with. His cocky grin faltered and his eyes widened. I could see the bulge form in his pants rather quickly. I think he was surprised. So I told my friends I’d be right back. I stood and I beckoned him to follow. Come on, I said. You should have seen him. Went from cocky jerk to horny little puppy in no time flat. I could feel his eyes running up and down m curves…”

Doug could see the scene in his mind’s eye, Sara beaming it into his thoughts. Doug watched the slick, but arrogant looking dude go slack jawed once Sara turned her full attention to him. Poor sap. His cock was trapped by her magic the moment she turned towards him. Obviously, Sara hadn’t minded his attentions, or she could have made him disinterested. But no, she wanted to see how long he would try. Apparently satisfied, she had him follow her towards the back. Doug found himself helplessly swooning to the image of Sara’s sexy body, her hips swaying hypnotically. No doubt she had been tantalizing his cock with her magic as she led him to the back. By the time they reached the small hallway which led to the back exit and she shoved him against the wall, no doubt he was ready to burst the moment she so much as breathed on it.

“I pressed him against the wall, like I do with you sometimes. He wanted to grab me, turn me around, and fuck me right there. I could see it in his thoughts. But he couldn’t fight me any more than you could. He was pinned to the wall, his cock straining to rip through his pants and feel me. I traced one finger along his bulge. Poor thing. It was more than he could take.” Doug felt the magic add the tracing of a phantom finger along his shaft as he was forced to watch the scene in his mind. At the single caress of her finger, even through his jeans, the guy completely lost it. His hands clenched into fists and he shuddered, he let out a hoarse cry as his expression contorted into what was unmistakably his “O” face. He came with incredible force. The stain on his dark jeans was apparent within seconds, so forceful did he shoot his seed.

Doug felt a burning jealousy for him, despite his obvious humiliation. Despite her numerous teasing and playing with Doug, she almost never let him cum. It had been at least three months since the last time Sara let him climax. But this cocky, in-over-his-head sap, had been blessed by Sara with that ultimate release. A humiliating release, but a release, nonetheless. He watched as Sara, laughing, let him stumble off, dazed and confused, trying to get to the bathroom and clean himself up before someone noticed.

The scene dissolved and Sara chuckled into his ear. “Poor guy,” she said with mock sympathy. “How about you, hun? You get any action lately?” Doug could not answer. His breath was coming in gasps as the sensations on his cock continued to build, taking him to he edge of that sweet release… but no release was forthcoming. Instead, the sensations continued on, the sexual pressure squeezing his will and his sanity. “Oh, that’s right,” came Sara’s voice. “I keep forgetting. You don’t know how to go out and get laid. Too bad you can’t masturbate.”

Doug let out a desperate cry, “Sara… please…”

“Well, I just wanted to tell you that little story,” said Sara. “Not that big a deal, but I thought it was funny. I’ll catch you later, okay, hun?”

“No, wait!” yelled Doug, but she had already hung up. The sensations continued to tease his cock for another few moments, then faded. It took him hours to calm down enough to get a fitful sleep, his unrelieved cock burning with the need for release. But he couldn’t even touch himself, thanks to Sara's magic. He could only pray Sara would feel generous sometime soon and let him cum. Of course, knowing her, she would then just post-orgasm torture him. Sara always found a way to make every pleasure a sensual agony.

Just A Little Scene: Instant Message Psychic Tease

Violet grinned. She had been Instant Messaging a guy friend of hers, and had gone on about the usual stuff, complaints about work, what she and her family were doing for Christmas, etc. She’d brought up how she’d gotten a new haircut, and she decided to e-mail him a picture. She also knew the guy was a raging pervert; several months of dating him back in college had taught her that. She was under no illusions as to what he might do with her picture, even one as non-sexual as a mug shot showing off her haircut. Mentally, she reached out to him. Even across an entire state, if she could focus on him (which helped a lot thanks to being in real time IM), she could read and tweak his thoughts. She watched him clairvoyantly as he opened the file and flushed just slightly, nodding his approval, not just at her haircut, but how cute it made her look. His libido flickered, and he thought briefly of touching himself, but immediately felt foolish and closed the picture. He messaged her that he thought it was cute.

The poor guy actually had no idea of Violet’s powers. She hadn’t truly awoken to them when they were dating, and while she had used them on him a few times, he had no idea that it was her handiwork. Part of that was her simply making him forget when she blatantly used her power. The other half was doing it secretly.

Violet caught that flicker of libido in his psyche, and flicked it directly. She giggled as she sensed his penis twitch, and he considered opening the picture again. Another mental flick, and he gave into the impulse, clicking open the picture file and glancing it over. She caught his thought of God, she’s s fucking cute, and she smiled at his unknowing compliment. She mentally fanned that little flame of arousal, and soon enough, his cock went from semi-hard to throbbing. She giggled as she watched him mentally struggle with himself, completely unaware that she was nudging the fight in his cock’s favor. A minute later, he was naked, staring as if in a trance at Violet’s picture, his hand slowly stroking himself.

She let him stroke for a good ten minutes, enjoying the physical show as well as all the mental images he conjured, with no help from her. Still perverted as ever. She loved it, even if she made him think she didn’t. Soon enough, his breathing became heavier, and his stroking firm and steady. He was coming to the brink of orgasm.

Not so fast! she thought. She planted a notion in his head that if she IMed him, he had to stop what he was doing and answer back.

[You got awfully quiet] she IMed him.

She laughed as she watched him freeze in mid stroke, the color draining from his face. Clairvoyantly, she saw his eyes widen and sensed a mild wave of panic wash over him as he realized what he was doing. He quickly fought to shake the haze of lust and think of something clever to respond with. Delighted at his perplexity, she couldn’t resist jacking him around some more. Figuratively speaking, of course. [You’re not doing something bad with that picture, are you?]

His eyes bugged out, causing her to giggle, but he thought of a lame, but believable excuse. [LOL, no, just using the bathroom] he said after waiting another minute, so it would seem like he got back later.

[Uhuh. :-P] she teased.

[Well, if you go giving me ideas, I might not be able to help myself] he said boldly. She smirked at the small sprout of hope that she would like the idea, and maybe get in on it. She did, in fact, like the idea, but it was even more fun not letting him know that.

[*rolls eyes* You’re such a guy] she typed.

[I try ;-)] he typed. When Violet didn’t respond, he was unable to resist, and started stroking again. He had cooled off too much, and he had to rebuild up to his peak. Violet waited until he was almost there, then IMed him again. She laughed as he shuddered, forcing himself to stop so he could type a response.

Poor, helpless perverted boy, she thought as she repeated this process for the next hour and half. Just can’t finish what he started. He even typed “brb” several times, hoping to delay her so he could finish himself, but she still interrupted him right at the critical point anyway. He was getting extremely frustrated, and more than a little pissed off. But he just couldn’t not stop and respond when she messaged him, even with his fingers slick with pre-cum. After the twentieth edging, she could see him shiver with pent up excitement, just aching to release.

Finally, she’d had enough amusement, and released the condition from his head as he started to reach the edge for at least the thirtieth time. Just before he came, she decided to fuck with him once more. [Careful you don’t hit the keyboard. ;-)] and she logged off.

He gasped and let out a quaky groan as he finally was able to spurt, drenching his chest and stomach. Violet smiled with delight as she clairvoyantly saw, heard, and felt his orgasm. And when it was over, she couldn’t help but laugh as the poor boy stared in confusion at the last line she’d sent. Slightly freaked, he had no idea if she was just fucking with him, or if she really knew he had been stroking. Of course, she did know. But watching him freak was just too funny.

You My Goddess

PART ONE
I am bound by your power, tied magically to a chair. Nothing holds me in place save your will, but that is more than enough to hold me in place no matter how long I struggle. Similarly, your power forces my eyes and mouth closed, blinding and gagging me. I sit there shaking and moaning pitifully, naked, my cock hard as steel as it bounces comically, glistening pre-cum dripping steadily.

For the past five days, you have kept me down here, tormenting me with your power. Your magic visits unimaginable pleasures upon my cock, directly overloading the nerves while mimicking the sensations of every sexual act possible. Similarly, you have flooded my mind with so many sexual images, sounds, and fantasies, hi-deffing non stop through psyche, that I will probably never need porn again. Despite this, you have held back my orgasm, only making me more desperate and increasing the pleasure slowly as it goes.

It’s only what I deserve though. You, in following your path of sexual empowerment, became a goddess, while I remained a mere mortal, unworthy of your attentions. We hadn’t talked in months, but I called you up one lonely night, looking for some play. You said you were busy, but if I was patient, you might have some free time next week to play with me, if you felt like it.

“Sure,” I said, “whatever.” I can almost hear the thin frown you make as you don’t much care for the attitude in my response. You decide to teach me the lesson, that one should never be dismissive of a goddess, even if she is dismissive of you. With a mere thought from you, I was naked, bound, and my cock and my mind (like there’s a difference in when it comes to these matters) are swallowed by your spells of pleasure. A simple gesture from you, a soul crushing torment for me.

Now, five days later, you appear in my apartment. You are naked, but of course, I can’t see you. I’m not worthy of that now, if I every will be again. You slowly walk up to me, tasting my emotions, my desperation, my frustration, my anger, my rapture, my hate, and my gratitude. You lean down and lightly kiss the slick tip of my penis, then take only the head in your mouth, and swirl your tongue around it. Sensitive as I am, post orgasm torture is a faint tickle compared to what your tongue makes me feel now. I let out a scream, muffled by my closed mouth, and my body shakes violently. I know you are hear now.

Not quite done, you stand up, turn around and touch yourself, moistening your lips. You then sit down upon me, letting my tormented cock slide fully into you. My world goes white, as entering you is like entering pure sexual Heaven and Hell simultaneously, so much pleasure, so good, yet so overwhelmingly intense. You even don’t move, you just sit with me buried inside you, letting me simmer in this maelstrom of pleasure. You flex your pussy around me a few times, though, squeezing more pleasure out a me. I am so overwhelmed, I could die. But you don’t let me die, you don’t even let me pass out, your force me to experience every agonizingly euphoric moment. And still, you do not let me cum. You remain on me for only a minute, but that’s all you need to utterly destroy me, burning away all thought and feeling in my mind save utter worship of you and the soul rending need for release.

You stand up again, and your juices still burn along my cock, the sensation of being inside you not ceasing. To top it off, the sensation of your mouth on my cockhead resumes. You smile as I shake and whimper and cry. After enjoying the show for a few more minutes, you decide you want some more. You float up and swing your legs around my head, resting your thighs on my shoulders. Suddenly, my mouth can open again, and I let out a stream of gibberish pleas, but you silence me with a finger to my lips. You pull yourself forward, and fasten your moist pussy to my mouth.

“I told you I had time this week,” you say. “This is what you get for not believing me, and just assuming I wouldn’t be interested. Now, I think you’ve learned your lesson, but you still have not earned your orgasm. Lick me now, pleasure me now, and if you manage to make me cum ten times in the next five minutes, I shall consider granting you the release you so desperately crave.”

I immediately begin to eat you out, completely enraptured by the scent and taste of you, and the sheer joy of giving oral to a woman. You let yourself go, enjoying every lick and kiss and suckle and nibble as I expertly fuck you with my mouth; quickly, you achieve orgasm, clutching at me and gasping my name when you peak. Over and over you cum, and in my haze, I somehow can count to ten, though I have no sense of time.

When you are fully satisfied, you pull away, seal my mouth closed again, and float down to a sitting position on the floor. You rub yourself a bit to enjoy the post-sex buzz, but you still do not let me cum. You let me suffer another minutes, before you say, “Well, that was fantastic, my dear, but I’m afraid I did say ten orgasms in five minutes. That last orgasm took you into six. Anyway, I have to get going, I’ve got a lot on my plate today. I’ll try to come back in couple days, and we can try again.”

Barely cognizant, I let out a devastated whimper. You simply laugh, and with a flick of your finger, you double the sensations tormenting my cock. Despite my exhaustion, I thrash like a mad man, feeling betrayed but even more distraught at the thought of you leaving so soon. “Oh, don’t be like that,” you say. “I told you, I’m a very busy woman. And don’t get mad at me. I made you a deal, and you failed to follow through, simple as that, so I think you’re not quite done learning your lesson yet. Maybe in a few more days, we’ll see how you feel.” You lean forward and purr into my ear.
“Besides, the real fun is just beginning.”

With that, you disappear, mystically teleporting away, and leaving me to suffer the agonizing rapture, of your whims.

Just A Little Scene: Bored Psychic At The Store

            Violet was bored out of her skull. It was another slooooow night at Victoria Secret, and as she sat at the fitting room counter, she glanced around to the handful of shoppers. She wondered again why a telepath had to work such a menial job; her Mentor insisted it built character to do some mundane work for a while. Still, this sage advice did nothing to help pass the time.

As she looked at the shoppers, idly reading their surface thoughts, she noticed one, a young man of about 19, who was nervously looking through panties in the aisle across from the counter. A quick glance at his thoughts confirmed he was looking for a sexy gift for his girlfriend, which was really a treat for him as well. Typical male.

            He caught her looking, and blushed, trying to duck behind the aisle. But, of course, Violet was quite cute, and so, he couldn’t help but sneak a peak back at her. She smiled lazily, and winked at him. The boy’s eyebrows raised a bit and he stiffened, slightly. He swallowed hard, and before he knew it, he was staring at her rather intensely.

By this point, though, Violet had already turned her attention to another customer, an older woman who wanted to try on a few tops. The customer entered the stall, and Violet went back to leaning on the counter, looking bored. She glanced back at the boy, and smirked slightly. The poor guy’s libido was already on a hair trigger from imagining his girlfriend in the sexy lingerie which surrounded him. The little telepathic tap Violet had given him as she winked was more than enough to open the floodgates of arousal, and give him a bulge in his pants. In such a state, he couldn’t help but “admire” her cuteness, despite the girlfriend he had back home.

Pretending not to notice the young man’s stare, Violet turned and started reorganizing the counter and straightening the area immediately around her station for about the twentieth time that day. However, she was an excellent multitasker, and while she set about her menial work, her mind slipped into the boy’s psyche and found the dial on his libido. She slowly started turning it up. She paused only when she heard him let out a low groan, followed by noticeably heavier breathing. Her back to him, she broke out into a grin, and resumed the increase, only slightly faster now.

Assuming the boy’s state of arousal was a 1 right after she winked at him, he’d let out the moan at about 4. In Violet’s experience, 5 was when most boys lost it, so she was quite impressed when he made it all the up to 7 before his knees went weak, and he half fell onto the rack of panties.

            Violet quickly turned at the sound of his collapse, a convincing look of concern on her face. “You okay, sir?” she said, coming over to him.

            The boy let out a lust filled gasp, and Violet held back a grin. The poor guy had to take care of his little problem and fast, or was going to starting humping the first thing he saw. “Oh, g-g-gawd…” he drawled out, as Violet helped him to his feet. “I-I’m sorry, I g-got to go!” A little wild eyed, he nearly bolted for the door, the only thing on his mind being to relieve the sexual pressure. Watching him go, Violet let out a huge grin as she imbedded a command into his mind that he would remain horny and not be able to release until he had thoroughly satisfied his girlfriend. Then she snapped the dial all the way up to 11.

She couldn’t help but chuckle at the boy’s desperate wail as he stumbled out the door, barely able to walk straight. Drunk with lust, he was going to make a bee-line straight for his girl’s house. Violet managed to mentally command him to call his girl for a ride so he wouldn’t have to drive himself. She also made a command that he couldn’t force himself on her, so the girlfriend would at least have time to find a secluded spot before they fucked in the backseat. In the state he was in there was no way they were making it home first.

Violet chuckled to herself again, both at the boy’s predicament, and her co-workers surprised and confused reaction to the man’s sudden outburst. She then glanced at the clock and sighed with annoyance. Only about five minutes had gone by; she still had two hours before she was off for the night. Next time, she was going to have to drag things out more.