Tyrga

ONE

Tyrga walked slowly through the book store, patiently waiting for his charge to finish her shopping. The young lady he was escorting was off in the comic book section, lost in her reading as she skimmed through various graphic novels to buy. Tyrga wasn’t much into comics himself, and so he stayed where he could keep an eye on her, but skimmed the shelves around him to see if there were any books of interest. He wasn’t much of a reader of normal books, either, frankly.

Still, as he searched, his gaze fell upon a small section containing Demihuman literature. Tyrga’s eyebrow’s raised at that. It was the only set of shelves to feature such books, and some of them were even written in High Zoan, the “common” Demihuman language. It was nice to see such things; Demihuman art was rarely promoted in stores.

Tyrga skimmed the titles on the shelves. Most were autobiographies, telling of Demihumans who had struggled through the harrowing conditions of the Forbidden Continent, before being rescued by humans, only to then live as servants to the humans. Tyrga had read enough of those growing up. While they could be inspiring, after a while, they all ended up following the same formula, and more than a few of them were overall depressing reads. Tyrga did notice a couple fantasy novels, but he wasn’t really interested in those things. He was about to give up and turn back to skimming other works, when one title caught his eye.

Demi-Love: A Guide to Cross-Species Relations. Tyrga’s eyebrows raised again. What was this now? He picked up the book. The title was in gold, curvy script, overlaying a cover which depicted an artfully shaded photograph of a nude couple. The woman was a human leaning back against her partner, with one arm raised to cup his cheek while she leaned back for a kiss, another extended back to grasp his buttocks. The man, however, was a Rouccuan, a catlike Demihuman just like Tyrga himself. The Rouccuan hugged the human from behind, pressing his front against her back. One arm was wrapped over her breasts, while the other slid down her belly, the hand covering her sex. His tail curled around her thighs, as he leaned his head over her shoulder to kiss her.

The First Megami

ONE

Devika Sai’s eyes snapped open. A moment ago, she had been deep asleep, but something had awoken her. For a moment, she wondered if her alarm had gone off somehow, but a glance at the clock told her it was 3:00 am, a few hours too early. She wondered if there had been a loud noise just now, if it had ended the moment she’d awakened. Perhaps a peel of thunder? She paused and listened. She didn’t hear any rain. But she could hear… something…

With a soft sigh, she sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes with one hand, then pulling her blanket back. She squinted in the dark, going off the soft glow of a green night light to get her bearings.

She felt like someone was in the room. Had someone come in? Her door was closed. She glanced around. She didn’t see anyone, nor did she hear anyone moving or breathing. But she could hear something… she could feel like there was something…

What the heck was that sound? A sort of low hum, like a tuning fork going off, but it didn’t quite seem like she was really hearing it. More like a ringing in her ear, but so low you couldn’t tell if you were actually hearing or just imagining. She glanced around, focusing on the sound, trying to determine its source.

As soon as she did, she felt a notion to look towards the wall. As soon as she did, an image bloomed in her mind. She could “see” her father lying down in his bed, softly snoring, her mother curled up against him. But the most distinct detail she could sense was that she somehow knew her father had an erection.

His penis was hard and it was making that humming noise she could almost hear. She realized the sound was inside her head. And as she focused on it, the little window in her mind showing her father, zoomed in on his cock, x-raying through the sheets and clothes and presenting his full manhood to her mind’s eye.

Devika jumped, leaping out of bed, landing on her feet, and staring open mouthed at the wall, jerking back in instinctive revulsion at a cock, her father’s cock no less, being mentally shoved in her face. But she realized that her earlier sense that someone was in her room wasn’t wholly accurate, just that she had a feeling someone was nearby. She was sensing her father’s presence, on the other side of the wall; sensing him through his… penis…

Devika swallowed. Sex Magic. She had Sex Magic! But… but that was impossible! She had just turned eighteen only yesterday! Sex Magic wasn’t suppose to develop in a young woman until she was nineteen the earliest! Many didn’t even get the power until they turned twenty! True, she’d heard there was the occasional early bloomer, who might get the power shortly before they turned nineteen, but even the earliest she’d ever heard about was eighteen years and ten months.

Nude For School

ONE

As Jet walked up the steps to school, he hung his head, flushed with embarrassment. All around him, students gawked and did double-takes. “Dude! What the fuck?! Oh my God! No way! Forget something? The hell is wrong with you? Oh my god, is he serious?” and other such exclamations sounded around him, punctuated by laughter, grunts of disgust, or the rapid clicking of camera phones.

Jet, eighteen year old student, was walking to school wearing nothing but his backpack and his utter shame. He didn’t bother to try to protect his dignity by carrying his backpack in front of himself. He wasn’t even wearing shoes, which meant walking carefully on the ground. At least this gave him an excuse to keep his eyes firmly planted on his feet. But avoiding looking at anyone didn’t stop him from hearing every comment. And the worst part was, his cock was hard and wagging before him, waving to everyone merrily, like a morning wood that refused to quit.

Stepping into the building quickly as he could, Jet made his way to his locker, and couldn’t avoid looking up to see where he was going. The expression on everyone’s faces left him red as a tomato, guys making exaggerated displays of reeling back and turning their heads, girls half-turning, but still looking, covering their mouths to hide their huge grins and chuckles. More cameras went off as he proceeded. At least one girl was clearly recording a video. Jet could only swallow hard, grimace, and keep walking forward. His walking became slightly jerky as the humiliation built and built, making him shiver. He spotted the bathroom and immediately wanted to run inside and hide there all day. But he knew there wasn’t a point.

Queen Jenny's Touch

I can feel you approaching long before I see you. As a Queen Megami, your aura of sexual power is naturally immense. Without even casting spells, every penis goes hard within a mile of your presence. Even women grow wet around you. The bodies of your citizens automatically acknowledge the authority and power you have over them. With just a tiny notion, you could have every person in your country similarly hard or wet, and you sometimes amuse yourself doing just that at random intervals. Everyone knows when this happens they are to stop what they are doing and pray to you.

My body, however, is especially attuned to you. Within the borders of your country, I am always diamond hard, so hard it hurts. In the seven years since you have taken over the land, I have never had a single orgasm, only clusters of soul-crushing edges. And whenever you approach me physically, the pressure intensifies until I can barely form thoughts. All our exchanges are from you speaking, and me thinking, with you reading my mind.

Men in your Queendom already have it rough, being constantly teased and denied to empower the women of your country. Even the sweetest of mistresses will send their man to “work” as energy generators all day, then tease him all night to refresh themselves. The luckiest men get the occasional break and releases between shifts. The rest, however, suffer endlessly and exquisitely.

I suppose I could be considered lucky, in a way, and unlucky in others. To be chosen as the Queen’s personal toy is quite an honor. The honor, however, comes at the cost of sanity. So cruelly you treat you toys, breaking them to pieces, then threading them back together just so you can break them again. Any other Sex Mage would have failed to fix me after so much trauma, but your miraculous Megami powers have not yet found that limit. No matter what you do, no matter how thoroughly I am crushed, you always manage to piece me back together, so you can tear me apart again.

You enter the room where you’ve kept me ever since I was picked. I have no idea what you see in me, but I seem to bring you endless amusement. You step into the room and smile at me. From my corner where I cower, I gasp, my body surging. My cock cannot possibly get any harder physically, and yet all the blood tries to rush straight in my organ. Lightning sensations shoot through every nerve in my body, and my whole body jerks, hip-first, towards you, instantly trying to cum, instantly crushed against the edge of your indomitable will. I open my mouth to scream, but I have no breath.

Your smile widens as you slip off your dress, exposing your perfect nakedness to me. That’s all it takes for the pressure to red-line, and I already start to go comatose. Your power doesn’t let me, however, your will forcing me awake to enjoy every agonizing moment of your sexual omnipotence. You take a step toward me, then another, slowly prowling forward like a jungle cat towards a mouse, playfully enjoying the overwhelming, growing terror your sheer presence brings. Every step spikes the pressure and sensations up another notch. By the time you are near enough to touch me, I am literally dying from the sheer sensation overload, with only your power keeping me alive.

Then you reach out to touch me, and my world goes white, and I know nothing more than pure, endless, sexual agony. The space of years passes with every second, Even your power cannot keep me from reaching a headspace where the sensations and pressure are too immense for my feeble mortal brain to comprehend. I have no idea how long you use my body for you pleasure, enraptured by the energy of my suffering, and the sheer joy of your sadistic urges. It feels like eternity within you.

Eventually, something gives, and I feel the pressure and sensations abate. I come slowly aware, shivering and weeping on the floor. The first thing I can comprehend when my senses can focus again is that I’m laying on the floor of my room again. I can’t tell if mere minutes have passed, or days, or months, or years. You’ve kept me in this windowless dungeon with no way to tell the passage of time, and your magic warping my perception of such anyway. You could have kept me here for only a month, or it could already have been decades. All I know to gauge anything is the number of times you’ve visited me, and I’ve already lost track. All I can do is try to recover, and brace myself for you next visit, for the next blessed touch of my Queen.

Midnight Bliss

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Clickbait

I can just imagine what sort of silly clickbait articles would be popping up in the early years of Sex Magic. Something like this came to mind...

7 Ways You’re Thinking About Sex Magic Wrong!

#1 – His semen is the key to his sanity… breaking it, that is!

Guys need to cum. No, you don’t understand, they need to cum. It’s the way they were designed. It’s why they think about sex all the time. Their bodies keep producing that thick, white goo and they have to get rid of, like a cow needs to get rid of its milk. If a guy doesn’t release his semen, he will go crazy. Fortunately, the crazier he gets, the more subservient he gets when he realizes that you are the only one who can release his seed for him!

Ladies, you absolutely must learn the Orgasm Block spell. If you only ever learn one spell in your life, it should be this one. It’s one of the easiest to learn and simplest to use. Just practice on a guy a few times, and you’ll be placing them like a pro! And when a man in your life is completely powerless to release the crazy juice boiling in his balls, he will treat you like an absolute Goddess if you so much as hint that you might, maybe, some day think about helping him ejaculate.

You should let him, once in a while, for very good behavior. But never too much. You can always find little excuses here and there to extend his release times, if you feel he’s getting spoiled.

#2 – His penis can only get so hard, but there’s no limit to his tension!

On an erection intensity scale of 1 to 10, his penis tops out at 3, maybe 4 is he’s really huge. Unless you use the magic to warp his body, the penis literally cannot get any stiffer, cannot get any fuller with blood. If it did, it would probably burst like an overfilled tire! Thankfully, Sex Magic will never let that happen.

Even more thankfully? Magic doesn’t care if his cock can’t get any harder. It’ll make him feel harder, feel all the more tense, until his whole body is shivering and his penis is literally vibrating to shake off some of the tension. Even if his cock can only reach a 3 in tension, his libido can go all the way to 10, and beyond! Dial up to 11? Fuck, that’s just foreplay. Dial that fucker up to 100!

Remember that the more tense he is, the more amazing the desperate lust energy he gives off feels. Keep going until his brain fries and there’s so much energy flying off him that you can’t even stand near him without cumming your brains out! Don’t worry about overdoing it, the Magic will recover him, so don’t hold back!

#3 – It’s not cheating as long as he doesn’t cum!

Most guys fantasize about being lord of their personal harem, with several girls clamoring for his cock. In reality, a lot of guys are loyal, and really only want that one special woman. And in a world of Sex Mages, it’s very easy for all the good guys to get snatched up by the competition! What’s a horny girl to do when her best friend already has that really cute boy she likes on a leash?

Fuck with him anyway! In a world of Sex Magic, all the old rules are off! Women share and swap and pull pranks all the time. Sex is so open, it’s pretty much impossible not to screw around with multiple people. But there should still be some standards. And these days, a man shows his loyalty to a woman by making sure she’s the only one he cums for. As long as you remember this, then there’s no problem! Play with the poor bastard all you like! Just don’t let him pop, and your girlfriends will understand. Just don’t be surprised when they return the favor on your own boy toy! ; )

#4 – His penis is your friend, and his enemy!

It may be attached to him, but trust us, his penis is on your side. It wants you to play with it, all the time, forever. It wants to please you any way you wish. It will always side with you and betray him. Take advantage of this, and remind him of it, every time he tries to act tough. The penis practically has a mind of its own, and this is one of the most frustrating and potentially humiliating things about being a guy. Any time you’re seducing a man or arguing with him, the fight will always be two against one, you and his penis versus his rational mind. Even without your Magic, the deck is already stacked in your favor. The Magic just makes it that much more overwhelming for him!

Any time you’re arguing or debating or even just can’t agree on something trivial, use your Magic to coax his penis for a little backup! It will always be eager to lend an assist!

#5 – You can never, ever get caught if you don’t want to!

Sex Magic is naturally a completely anonymous power! Unless you make a point to tell him, a guy has no real way of knowing what woman is playing with him. Better yet, with the exception of extremely rare Special Abilities, other women can’t sense where each other’s spells are coming from. This means you can do anything you want to a guy completely without repercussions, so long as you don’t reveal it’s you.

Want to tease your neighbor into insanity, but you’re afraid of what his wife will do if she finds out? Do it without fear! Play with that cock until he’s crying for mercy, all from the comfort of your own home, or office, or wherever! Hell, make him cum if you want. Let his wife fume over it. As long as you don’t admit it, even if they happen to suspect you, they’ve got no proof. Go hog wild!

Heck, some wives and girlfriends and mistresses even have fun with their boys by playing with them all day long, yet feigning innocence, scolding him for suspecting her. It drives men almost as crazy as the spells themselves!

#6 – Punish him for everything!

Never, ever, ever give him a break. Keep his head spinning. Punish him if he breaks a rule, even if you’re the one who makes him break it! Punish him for rules you just made up on the spot. Heck, punish him for being so good you don’t have anything to punish him for!

Make your rules up to interpretation. Never tell him things plainly. His head is already foggy with lust, keep him confused so he’s bound to screw something up (as long as it’s something that isn’t too much of a bother for you, of course).

Or, hell, just punish him because you feel like being mean, don’t even tell him why, then laugh as he struggles to figure it out. The only time you should ever show mercy is when you’re building anticipation for the next punishment!

#7 – He can never win. Ever. No, seriously, not ever!

You are a Goddess. Literally. You control supernatural powers. He is just a man. Men are ruled by their cocks. And your power gives you absolute control over those cocks. The only chance he will ever have is your own sense of fair play and mercy. Don’t have one? Well, that’s just tough… for him! For you? All the fun in the world!

FapReport Tech Support Transcript

TS: FapReport Tech Support, how can I help you?

Cust: Take down my profile!

TS: Sir, this line is for women only. If you want help with our male department, you--

Cust: That option just puts me on hold forever! I was on there for three hours!

TS: *giggle* Wow, most guys get the joke within two hours!

Cust: You think this is funny?! Your website is a huge violation of privacy!

TS: Well, sir, we at FapReport don't really think so. See, now that all women have Sex Magic, your sexual thoughts and memories are a complete open book to any woman who wants to take a peek in your pervy little mind. If you want to blame anyone, blame yourself for being born with a dick and balls.

Cust: You can't just abuse your powers like this!

TS: The power begs to differ, Henry Stevenson.

Cust: Wh-what? I didn't tell you my name yet? Are you using your powers?!

TS: No, just the Caller ID function on my computer. But thank you for confirming. Now, let's see this profile of yours...

Cust: No, don't look at it!

TS: Oh, goodness. It says here that you like it when a girl finger fucks your asshole. You fucked an apple pie once because you saw it in a movie. You fantasize about your old grade school teacher slapping your balls with a yardstick. You used to steal your sister’s panties to sniff them. And your mothers!

Cust: I never stole my mother's panties! That's a lie!

TS: But you did steal your sister’s?

Cust: I--! N-no! Why would you even believe that?!

TS: Because it’s true, isn’t it?

Cust: You don’t know that! You can’t know that!

TS: Actually, sir… I think I’m getting a pretty good sense of who you are from this profile. There’s even pictures. If I focus on your image, and these fantasies, and I cast my senses in the general direction of the address on the ID… yes… yes, I think… ah. There you are Henry. Or do you prefer Hank?

Cust: You can’t sense me! That’s impossible! We’ve never met!

TS: That’s one of the beauties of FapReport, sir. A woman doesn’t even have to have met with or played with a man to get a sense of him. It’s difficult to make contact at first, but if he’s within their natural range limit, she can sometimes make a connection if she tries real hard. Me, I’ve done this hundreds of times, so I’m a pro at finding men. Of course, it helps when a pervert like you already has a throbbing hard-on when they call me. This is turning you on, isn’t it?

Cust: No! I hate your website!

TS: Liar. The thought of even women you’ve never met before, who didn’t even know you existed, now knowing all your dirty secrets and giggling over them is quite arousing for you.

Cust: Y-y-you’re the one lying! You’re just messing with my head!

TS: Do you feel a tongue on your shaft?

Cust: Ah! Yes!

TS: You feel a hand on your balls?

Cust: Yes! No! You can’t be--!

TS: How about a finger wriggling in your rectum?

Cust: Ahh!

TS: Do you believe me now?

Cust: Aaaaah! St-stop! Stop!

TS: *giggle* Goodness, you are tense! No wonder you’re already hard. When did you last empty those? Wait, hold on, your profile should say. Oh, wow, back in August? That was four months ago! No wait, August of last year? Hahahaha!

Cust: St-stop laughing! My balls are killing me, my cock is always hard, and your fucking website keeps encouraging girls to send little tease spells and dirty notes to me every day! Please, remove my profile! I can’t stand it anymore!

TS: Well, for one thing, sir, as a male, what you want is irrelevant. Our website exists for women’s fun and amusement, and if you don’t like it, too bad. You shouldn’t have been born a guy. For another, even if we did remove it, I have no doubt some of your “secret admirers” would just make another one. You’ve got an above average amount of followers.

Cust: I’ve got followers?

TS: Yes. You can’t see the number unless you’re logged in. Of course, very few men are allowed to edit their own profile, for obvious reasons. Anyway, you’ve got at least three thousand followers on here. I guarantee if I deleted your profile, at least a few of them would recreate it before the end of the day

Cust: Can’t you block my name from being used or something?

TS: Well, that wouldn’t be fair to all the other Henry Stevensons out there, now would it? And anyway, it’s not like they couldn’t remake the profile under another name or something.

Cust: So you won’t do anything?

TS: No.

Cust: Fucking cunt! You fuck--AAAH!!!

TS: Ooooh, hot sauce up the bum! I do that sensation to my boyfriend whenever he gets smart with me!

Cust: AAAAHH!!! You bitch, you cunt, I’ll fucking sue you!

TS: Yeah, good luck with that. The world doesn’t belong to your good-old-boy patriarchy anymore. It’s women’s turn to have their fun!

Cust: I’ll fucking kill you!

TS: Oh my! You know what? Just for that, I’m putting a five-day Open Season on your profile.

Cust: W-what the fuck does that mean?!

TS: Open Season is an invitation for every woman who wants to unload her strongest teasing spells on the guy in the profile. You’ve got over three thousand followers. I’m sure at least half of them are in range, or know someone in range, and have already connected to your penis before. Imagine a thousand women attacking your dick at once, without restraint, for five whole days. That’s what’s going to happen to you when I click this button.

Cust: No! Wait! Please! I’m sorry!

TS: Are you? Are you really?

Cust: Yes! I’m sorry! I’m sorry I wasted your time! I’m sorry I threatened you! I was out of line! I’m just going out of my mind here, and I’m so humiliated, and—

TS: So, you’ve learned your lesson? That women, and their fun, aren’t to be fucked with?

Cust: Yes! Yes, I swear!

TS: I’m very glad to hear it. You have a nice week, sir.

Cust: Okay… thank you… *click*

[Call Disconnected]

TS: Hahahahaha! Oh, man. Hey, did you guys hear all that? Hilarious, right?

TS: Hmm? You really think I should? I mean, he was pretty bent out of shape, but…

TS: Yeah, you’re right, he was a dickhead. Fuck ‘em! Literally!

[Enable Open Season?  Yes/No]

[Yes] *click*

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Dellissa's World: The Sex Mage Island

Edited from a Topographical Map of Stewart Island

The Setting

One of the possible origin ideas I had for the Sex Mage World was the idea that the whole thing is an advanced Simulation, that the Sex Mage World that is inherently “fake” even within its own universe. Only a small percentage of people within the Simulation are real, with the rest being pantomime people running through pre-set programs. Something like this could easily be done using the Fae Realm aspect of the World of Civero setting. So, as a little thought-experiment on the SMW setting, this idea proposes that the Sex Mage World is really a pocket dimension formed by an erotically-minded Fae.

Rolling

ONE

The front door burst open and slammed shut, and nineteen year old Katie all but stormed into the living room, throwing herself dramatically against the recliner. Claire, her mother, raised an eyebrow at her as she sipped her afternoon tea.

“What happened this time, dear?” she said.

“My holiday is ruined!” Katie wailed.

“You mean to Bournemouth?” said Claire with a frown.

“Yes!”

“Goodness, what happened?”

“Tiffany can’t go because of some family emergency, she wouldn’t say what. I mean, I hope it’s not serious. But then, because Tiffany isn’t going, Gwen isn’t going. Patty isn’t going without her sister, so that just leaves me and Peggy, we don’t want to go with just to two of us, so the whole trip’s canceled!”

Claire’s frown deepened a little. “Oh, gosh. That’s a shame.”

“Guess I’ll be hanging around here all week, just like last year.” Katie pouted and huffed in her chair.

“Well, my trip is still on,” said Claire. “I’d invite you, but I don’t know if you really want to hang out with a gaggle of old ladies.” She chuckled. “Although, if I do say so myself, I’m pretty sure no one would guess I’m your mother, instead of your barely older sister.”

Katie rolled her eyes. “Ugh. No thank you. I’ve done enough museum tours. You might look twenty, but you and your friends still have boring old-people hobbies.”

Claire laughed cheerfully. “Oh, honey. We get up to some naughty things after sunset.”

“I rather do naughty things any time of day!” said Katie, smirking.

“And that’s why you young folk get so bored so quick. You have no sense of restraint or proper pacing.”

Sex Mage Shenanigans: A Gamebook Adventure!

So as something of a test run, I've slapped together a quick "Choose You Own Adventure" style interactive Sex Mage story! You play a young man who wakes up one Saturday with aching balls, and you just have to find a way to empty them!

The overall game is short, with quick scenarios, such as getting involved in a Boyboarding Race, going to a Rock Party, and being a Test Boy for your sister's friend. As mentioned, this is a first effort just to get the feel for the program and see what I can do, so it's not a stellar experience, but you might find it fun to try out!

UPDATE!

I have converted the game program into an ebook document! Now, you don't need the Quest program to read/play it!

You can find the book for free on my Smashwords page: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/642919

The best format to use is PDF, Mobi, or Epub, as those allow the use of internal hyperlinks.

Have fun, and let me know what you think!

The Escape

Paulo took a deep draw on his cigarette as he stared out over the blue horizon. Standing at the edge of the long, wooden pier, he listened to the gentle rush of the waves, along with the thunking of many small rowboats. Every sea-worthy vessel was tied.

He heard the familiar footfalls of Marcus coming up behind him, followed by the pattering of smaller feet. Paulo took a final puff of his cigarette, then tossed it out into the water. The butt hissed briefly, before a fish swam up and sucked it into its mouth. Paulo watched it go, wondering if the thing would swallow and choke on it, or if it would have the sense to spit it out.

“It’s a no go,” said Marcus, in smooth Portuguese. “Senegal has sealed its boarders, and that means The Gambia is cut off as well. They’ve got a marine blockade up, just past the horizon. Everyone’s fenced in; anyone caught more than two miles out to sea will be detained and forced to shore, on threat of death. Going to be hell on the fishermen.”

Paulo mulled this over, then turned to his friend. Both men were swarthy, dressed in white slacks and shirts, sunglasses and straw hats with wide brims to help fend off the sun. Both also wore backpacks, holding all their belongings. With the way things were going, pickpockets and swindlers were being particularly bold in their efforts. Both men didn’t dare leave their packs unattended.

“No planes?” said Paulo.

“Everyone’s grounded,” he said. “Assuming we could even make it to an airport, the military still has them all locked down.” He sighed.

Super Megami World

In the normal Sex Mage World canon, a phenomenon called the Surge occurs once the first generation to be born after Sex Magic first gains their powers. Future Sex Mages from here are out a gifted with enhanced Sex Magic, becoming nearly Archmage levels in power, with men being able to generate stronger Lust Energy. Glitches are almost unheard of as well. Megami, meanwhile, are made even stronger, becoming near Goddesses.

Thus far, this is one time occurrence. But what if the Surges never stopped? What if, as women continue to live and remain young and gain more male follows, the Magic continues to evolve, and all women become increasingly more powerful? What if eventually, all women become Megami level mages, then get stronger still, eventually becoming true Goddesses?

JALS: Comic Throb

The little bell on the door jingled, as a petite teen girl with mouse-brown hair entered the little comic/game store. Frank, the young man behind the counter, blanched at the site of her. The other customers, four guys playing a card game at the back table, and a middle-aged man sifting through the long box of comics, glanced up and almost did a double-take, then nervously went back to their game and comics.

The girl smiled sweetly at Frank, saying, “Hi! I don’t suppose you kept up with my pull box, huh?”

Frank sighed. “I told you to get lost, Julia. Nobody wants you here. This is a guy-zone.”

Julia smiled slightly at him. “Now, is that any way to treat a customer?”

Frank opened his mouth to retorted, but instead gasped as he felt a sudden jolt in his loins. Out of no where, his penis began to erect. He blinked and looked down at himself, then back up at Julia, who was already making her way to the display shelves to check the new releases of the comics. She tapped her chin in thought as she gazed over the titles, before pulling a couple issues of the Centurions and the Phantom Five, then seeing what else stood out to her.

She looked back over her shoulder, saying, “I should be making you fetch these for me. You were supposed to keep up with my pulls.”

“You got kicked out!” said Frank. He squirmed behind the counter. His cock was steely hard now, painfully tenting his pants, but he didn’t dare adjust himself in view of Julia. Instead he leaned forward and crouched slightly behind the counter, to try and hide the tenting.

Julia shrugged, then turned back to the books, and Frank took the moment to try and adjust himself, pushing his cock so that it throbbed against his stomach, held in place by the waistband of his jeans. However, instead of easing his discomfort, his cock seemed only to get more tense, becoming almost painfully hard. He was having a Hard Attack! Some woman was using Sex Magic to force an unnaturally tense erection on him!

Over by the card table, a couple of the guys shifted uncomfortably as well, obviously dealing with sudden erections of their own. The guy at the long boxes blushed and crouched down, ostensibly to check the lower shelf of boxes, but no doubt to hide his own sudden erection.

Julia turned back to Frank and stepped up to the counter. Frank let out a gasp as his erection intensified with every step closer she took. Frank’s eyes bugged out as he put two-and-two together. It was her!

“You know, I still don’t think that was fair, you kicking me out like that,” she said. “Just because I kept mopping the floor with you nerds at Magic and YuGiOh.” Over at the table, a couple of the card players grunted, and one dropped his cards with a gasp, gripping the edge of the table. “And okay, I know I used to butt into your dumb little comic book ‘who would win’ debates, but I just wanted to join in the fun.”

Frank let out a small groan as he felt a building sensation of tingles flowing over his cock, and a horribly intense compulsion to start jerking off. His cock wanted to be touched. It had to be touched! He was going to go crazy if he didn’t touch it! He held the edge of the counter in a death grip, refusing to give the girl the satisfaction of trying.

“J-j-julia! You’re… you can’t…”

“Hmmm? Oh, right. My Sex Magic. I just got it a couple weeks ago. Pretty cool, huh?”

“You’re like a sophomore in High School!” Frank gasped. “How could you have it?!”

Julia laughed. “I’m a senior, idiot! And I got held back a year in grade school. I turned nineteen a couple months ago!”

Frank gawked at her, or tried to, even as his face scrunched into the grimace of need. His cock clenched in his pants as the tingles increased, tickling every nerve. He was so aroused, the slightest touch to his cock would probably make him blow his load!

“I’ll take it as a compliment on my youthful looks, I suppose,” said Julia, setting her comics down on the counter.

One of the guys at the card table let out a whimper, and lost control of himself. Brazenly, he held the edge of the table and rhythmically pressed his crotch against the edge, humping it. The other three, unable to concentrate on the game anymore, just flushed crimson and looked away. Julia smiled sympathetically towards them.

“Poor nerds,” she said, loud enough for them to hear. “You so rarely get a chance for relief, don’t you? All the mean bitches in your lives think it’s funny to keep you locked up, and mock you for being fat or too skinny for a guy or just dorky looking.”

All four guys let out yelps as Julia extended her power to all of them. All four bucked in their seats as her magical thoughts caressed their delicate, needy manhoods. In just seconds, all four guys let out squeals and grunts as their cocks jerked under their clothes, and they came like fire hoses. Huge stains bloomed from the crotches of their shorts, and after several more seconds, the guys sagged back in their seats, trying to catch their breath.

“You owe me a game or three for that, boys!” said Julia with a laugh. The guys nodded, one of them giving her a thumbs up.

Julia than glanced at the middle aged guy still crouched near the bottom shelf of long boxes. He gave her a pleading look. “Please… I can’t… my wife…”

Julia blinked, then put a hand to her mouth and her eyes widened a little. “Oh! Oh, of course, I’m sorry.” She winked at him, and the man let out a sigh of relief as she pulled away her magic influence, letting his cock soften.

Instead she funneled all the magic towards Frank, invisible, irresistible energy beaming straight from her pussy into his cock. Frank out a girly whimper and fell to his knees as his cock became so tense, it began to vibrate in his pants. The tingles, the tension, the sheer need to be touched, all became so intense that his body couldn’t take it anymore. Just from sheer arousal, he attempted to cum.

But Julia didn’t let him. Just as her power flooded his nerves, she had pinched off the reflex that allowed him release, blocking his orgasm. Frank bucked and gasped, falling forward onto his hands and knees in the small space behind the counter, humping the air.

Julia leaned over the counter, and scanned in her purchases, then used the register herself, paying cash. Grabbing a bag, she slid her comics inside and gave Frank a bemused look. “I expect my pull box to be up to date next time I come by.”

“You… can’t… aaaah!“ Frank cried out as the tension somehow, impossibly, increased! He collapsed fully onto the floor, grinding his cock against the ground.

“Look, I get it, you were just pissed a girl kept showing you up at your own geek hobbies,” she said. “And I know I was a little obnoxious last time, but I’ll cool it if you let me come back without an argument again, okay?”

Frank just groaned an attempt at a cuss word.

“What was that, little boy?”

Frank could barely form the words, between both the exertion of his humping, and the sheer tension taking his breath away. “F-f-fu-fuck—AAH!—F-fine! Okay!”

“Excellent,” she said with a smile. All at once, she shut off the magic, leaving Frank to gasp and twitched, momentarily stunned from the sudden absence. She left the store, giving a small smile and a wave to the other customers.

Frank managed to get back onto his feet, taking several minutes to try and calm himself. His erection, although no longer painfully intense, stubbornly refused to quit. The guys at the card table were taking turns going into the bathroom to try and clean up at little. As the middle aged guy came up to the counter.

Frank scanned his purchases, red faced, and the man obligingly didn’t look him in the eye. He did, however, break the awkward silence, saying, “So, ah, you really kicked her out? I wondered why she wasn’t around the last few months.”

“She was being a little bitch,” muttered Frank. “Driving off customers.”

“If you say so,” said the man.

Frank’s erection still throbbed. Had she made it permanent, or was he still just so turned on by how she’d just manhandled him with her mere thoughts? God, he’d been jacking off to thoughts of her for weeks! Did she know? She had to know! Bad enough she beat him at every card game and always made him look like an idiot at comic trivia, it just wasn’t fair that a girl that fucking cute was so good at those things!

As the drawer of the register popped open for him to take the other man’s cash, Frank noticed a paper note had been slipped on top of the twenties. He quickly finished the transaction, and as the man left the store, he read the note:

I’ve blocked your orgasm and given you a permanent stiffy. If you want to fix that, give me a call tonight. If you can beat me at a little trivia, I’ll release both those conditions, and you can jack off to thoughts of me all you like. If not, well, there’s all sorts of other games we can try. – Julia

Frank swallowed hard and his cock throbbed. He was going to have to brush up on his comic knowledge and fast.

Resisting Is Futile

Devin swallowed nervously as he heard his phone beep in his pocket. He checked it and almost cursed. Jecky hadn’t forgotten.

Come upstairs! The party’s started! the text read.

Devin sighed and quickly typed: That’s okay, I’m not feeling that well.

You liar. I told you, you need to get out more! Jecky typed back. Come on up and join the fun!

You know I hate those kinds of parties, he responded.

But I like parties, and I want you here. :(   Devin was about to type another response, when he felt something stir in his loins. He let out a small gasp as his penis grew hard. Not just hard, but throbbing. He felt an overwhelming need to touch himself, but he resisted. His phone beeped again: If you come upstairs, I can take care of that for you.

Devin cursed softly. He felt another glimmer of magic, and his cock flexed hard in his shorts, the tension increasing. His heartbeat quickened as his blood rushed to his organ, filling it as much as humanly possible.

Jesus, okay! Just stop! Devin texted back frantically.

It’ll stop when you get here, she replied. You have two minutes. If you aren’t at least on this floor by then, I’ll start sucking.

Devin let out another small gasp and pocketed his phone, heading for his door. He was wearing gym shorts and a tee-shirt, but didn’t dare waste time finding a better outfit. He slipped on his sandals and exited his tiny, studio apartment, heading for the stairs.

JALS: Arm Wrestle

“Come on.... this isn’t… fair…!” Pete was grunting and sweating with exertion as he tried his damnedest to move his girlfriend’s arm back. The two were kneeling on the floor, arm wrestling with their elbows on the coffee table. Across the table, Haley grinned at her boyfriend’s expression, red faced with effort.

Pete easily dwarfed his girlfriend, at six-foot-seven, and rippling with muscle built from years of weight lifting. Haley, meanwhile, was quite petite, five-foot-two, and still skinny as a bean poll. And yet, the scene was comically reversed as Pete’s thick, muscular arm flexed tightly, trying to push down girlfriend’s stick thin arm.

Of course, his arm wasn’t the only part of him flexing; his cock was erect and throbbing, straining to the limit with sexual tension. His erection fueled Haley with the energy that powered her Sex Magic abilities, giving her total control of his physical and mental sexuality. It also boosted her own body to superhuman levels, hence the harder his cock was, the easier she could hold back his arm. And with a simple mental command, she made his cock as hard and needy as humanly possible. She wasn’t even trying to push his arm down yet, just fending off his efforts.

“Haley… please…! You can’t just cheat like this!” Pete was trembling, not only from the effort of arm-wrestling her impossible strength, but from how badly he needed his cock to be touched. He’d be masturbating furiously right now, if her spells weren’t restricting him. “Come on!” he whined. “You’re not using your power to hold my arm back, are you?”

“Nope!” said Haley, grinning wider. “Just the strength your boner gives me. If I was going to use my powers, I’d just do this.” She winked at him, and his arm flew back and down, the invisible force of her will casually pinning his arm to the table.

Pete gasped and tried to lift his arm up, instinctively fighting her, even though he knew it was futile. After a moment, she let his arm go, and he shook it, holding his forearm with his other hand. “Enough!” he said. “I yield, okay?”

“Pussy!” she said with a laugh. Pete blushed and looked to the side, ashamed. He’d worked for years to build his body up, and all his girlfriend, hell, all any woman needed to do was give him a boner, and she was stronger than him without even trying.

Haley looked past the table. She was still dressed in shorts and a tank top, but she wasn’t letting Pete wear clothes at the moment, and his cock strained towards the ceiling, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip, crying for her attention. She licked her lips. “Speaking of pussy, you certainly need some, don’t you?”

His blush deepened, and he mumbled, “Uh-huh.”

“Well, too bad. You have to beat me at something before I let you inside! And I’m sticking to my rule, no matter how badly you need it: you cannot cum unless it’s inside me.” For just a moment, she thought about his cock entering her, and Pete gasped and jumped as he briefly felt the sensations of a tight, hot, wet pussy sliding down his sensitive length. The sensation vanished just as the phantom pussy lips reached the base of him, and he took a moment to catch his breath. His balls ached with unspent cum, his cock attempting, futilely, to get rid of it in that moment, before her orgasm block smacked it right back into his balls. He grunted at the kickback.

“I can’t!” he said, unable to stop his voice from breaking into a whine. “The longer I go without, the stronger you get!”

“Hahaha, I know! That’s what makes it fun!” She sent a short sensation of her hands squeezing his tender balls, making him jump. She did it again, then again, sending the sensation every couple of seconds, squeezing him rhythmically. He leaned back against the couch and squirmed. “You’re so big and strong. You could probably break me in half with one arm. And yet, you’re completely, utterly helpless against my mere thoughts. All because of that silly thing between your legs!”

Pete was gasping, wincing at every squeeze. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant, but it jolted his nerves every time. “Ah! Please! Mercy!”

Then, the sensations stopped being brief blips, and the squeezing sensation stayed, phantom hands grinding in his testicles and holding him. Pete yelped, his hips squirmed, and he let out a long groan. “Please! Goddess please!”

Then, the phantom sensations of that tight, hot, wet pussy came back, and this time, it didn’t disappear, but rode him slowly. Up and down, up and down, twisting slightly, milking him with pleasure. His cock, already swollen to maximum tension, darkened and jerked in the air rapidly. Pre-cum oozed freely and his hips bucked, his cock stabbing the air desperately. “Aaaaah! PLEASE!”

Haley put her arm up on the table. “Hey, I can do this all day. Tell you what, all you have to do is move my arm a little. You don’t even have to fully push it to the table; if you can move it back just three inches, I’ll suck you off while I ride your face tonight. That counts as inside, so you can blow your load right down my throat. I’ll even let you use both arms!”

Pete was thrashing and gasping too much to respond, so she reluctantly canceled her spells, letting him calm down. Even so, she felt his tortured cock feeding her with even more male desperation energy, filling her with even greater strength. She waited until Pete was cognizant enough, then repeated her wager.

Blushing with how easily she overpowered him, Pete couldn’t think of any other resource. Maybe if he wasn’t so insanely horny, he could have thought more clearly, but Haley wasn’t about to spoil her fun letting him off easy. She grinned at him as he resumed the arm wrestle, putting both hands on her one and putting his whole weight into the push. Her arm wavered, and she actually had to push back some. But not enough to make her worry.

Poor Pete. He tried so earnestly, but his mere male muscles could only do so much. She considered briefly cutting him some slack. Then she smiled, and cast a little spell that tickled his cock with feather-light tongue tips, and giggled as his desperation made it even easier to fend off his efforts.