The Pixie's Reward

ONE

Duncan had been driving home from the factory in the wee hours of the morning when he encountered a pixie. It smacked against his windshield with a rather loud “THWAP!” as he idled at a stop light. The pixie groaned as her form splayed almost comically across the glass. Duncan frowned and observed the small creature with that perfect deadpan look only those tired to the bones, yet not in a position to fall asleep, can master. He put the car in park long enough to step out and scoop the small thing up, before depositing it on the passenger seat. He then drove the rest of the way home, ignoring the impulse to question his sanity. Such lines of inquisition could wait for a better time, one when he wasn’t having to use most of his willpower to keep his eyes open and on the road.

As he drove home, though, he stole a couple glances at the thing he had rescued. It was the very image of a classical pixie: a fully grown, beautiful woman only six inches tall, wearing a simple green dress, with two sets of translucent, iridescent wings sprouting from her back. Her long red hair came down to nearly her ankles, and her slim, fit figure had a nice set of curves.

She did not awaken as Duncan pulled into the driveway of his small, one-story home. He cupped her gently with one hand as he went inside. Grabbing a clean hand towel, he set up a small “mattress” on the kitchen counter, and lay her down atop it. Then he plopped down on the couch, and turned on the TV. As the sights and sounds of late night programming lulled him to sleep, he wondered if his little hallucination would still be there in the morning.

He was assured of this when, eight solid hours later, he awoke to a tapping on his cheek. With a snort, he blinked awake and nearly leaped out of his skin as he saw the diminutive creature hovering right above his face. Still half asleep, he swatted at it, thinking it was some kind of large bug. She easily dodged his hand, floating up to the ceiling.

“Hey!” she called down, in a voice surprisingly normal sounding for one so tiny. “Careful!”

Girls Talk

Becky, Marceline, and June were in Marcy’s room studying, when Marcy suddenly looked up, head tilted as if trying to listen to something she could just barely hear. She “listened” for a few moments more, then let out a sigh that was somehow half-annoyed, yet half-amused. Becky looked up at her, cocking an eyebrow. “What’s up, Mars?”

“I think… I think Todd’s jacking it to thoughts of me,” she said.

The two other girls’ eyes widened. “No way, Todd Berman?” said Becky. “Oooh, that stud? I’m totally jelly!” Becky sat up and stretched. “All I get is Bobby and Tim, those dweebs. I guess because I got glasses they think I’m nerd-cute or something.”

June frowned. “Hmph. Nobody ever jacks it to me.” She looked herself over. “I guess cause I’m so fat.”

Becky sighed and gave her friend a poke in the arm. “You are not fat, you’ve got a healthy amount of meat on your bones.”

“And you two look like beanpoles,” said June. “And that’s what the boys like!”

“Speak for yourself,” said Becky. She cupped her breasts, which barely fit the small bra she wore. “At least you’ve got tits! You could smother a guy in those babies! I don’t even have a good handful.”

June scowled. “I guess Little Miss Mars is the perfect one, then!” June glanced a little enviously at their friend.

Marceline “Mars” Dean, was rather stunning with her bright red hair and trim figure, which still maintained a wonderfully developed bust. Mars shrugged. “Look, I work out and take care of myself, guys, don’t blame me if you don’t bother to do the same!”

“Bullshit,” said Becky. “I’ve seen you pack down sweets and soda like a six year old in a candy store.”

“It’s probably the boys,” said June wistfully. “When you absorb the sex energy from them, it charges your body, makes you more fit and healthy. You probably got dozens of guys masturbating for you, Mars.”

Mars smiled a little bashfully. “Nah, not that many…”

Penny For Your Thoughts

As John sat on the couch watching the news, Penny came in with the mail and sat next to him, leaning back against the arm rest, and settling her legs on John’s thighs. John used her legs as a drink holder, setting his beer bottle between her knees, and she dutifully shifted her legs a bit closer together to hold it. As she did so, John reached over and rubbed her feet.

“Mmmm,” said Penny, smiling. She blew John a kiss, sending a touch of magic with it. John actually felt the touch her lips on his, and he smiled back.

Penny sifted through the mail, and started shifting through it. Mostly junk and a couple bills. Penny stopped at an envelope she didn’t recognize, however. It appeared to be a vacation offer. Shrugging, she tore open the envelope and glanced over the contents, a pamphlet showing an ocean liner.

John took a drink of his beer as the TV show cut to commercial, and he glanced at the pamphlet. “Ha. I remember when we used to do stuff for vacation.”

“I don’t,” said Penny. The two chuckled. The first vacation together they’d taken had been a cruise ship. Unfortunately, they caught a horrible flu the first day, and spent half the time confined to quarters. When they finally got better, a tropical storm kicked up and the ship had been forced to cut its route short. Still, they’d managed to buy enough souvenirs to impress their friends when they got back.

“Why don’t we ever go places anymore?” said Penny. “You know, besides the lake.”

“You don’t like the lake?”

“I love the lake. But the past five years, that’s the only place we’ve been. It would be nice to go, I dunno, hiking at Yellowstone or the Grand Canyon, or go to the Bahamas, or to Ireland like we always said we would. Hell, even just do a roadtrip down the coast, y’know?”

“Yeah, I hear ya.” John pat her leg. “Well. I mean, we could. Not too much really stopping us.” He paused. “Except, you know, America getting chopped up into a bunch of little kingdoms and travel between them now being a tremendous pain the ass.”

“Queendoms,” said Penny. “They’re called Queendoms now.”

Just A Little Scene: Teasing Relaxation

Taneesha let out a relaxed sigh as she lay back on her bed and softly stroked the lips of her pussy. She’d spent a long, hard day at the warehouse and her whole body ached from twelve hours of hauling boxes and loading and unloading crates. Now, it was time to unwind and ease out the stiffness and aches, and there was nothing better for that, than a little Sex Magic. Still single at the moment, this did not stop Taneesha from accessing male energies as she pleasured herself.

Closing her eyes, she cast out her sexual senses, even as she slowly rolled her clit between two fingers, warming herself up. She could sense the cocks of men for miles around, all in various states of stiffness, but she had a few specific ones she liked to play with. Even over the distance of an entire state, she could home in on a helpless penis, tease it, and it would send back the resulting sexual energy to her. Filling her not only with psychic pleasure, but also energizing the healing properties of the Magic, repairing the strained and sore muscles and even maintaining her physical youth. What “lucky” men were going to help her in this task today?

Hmm… let’s see… who to pick? There were about two dozen cocks she had psychically “marked” as hers. She knew she wasn’t the only one to do so in some cases, and she did pity the poor boys (usually single men not yet under the control, and protection, of a wife, girlfriend or mistress), who had multiple women teasing them at random. But pity only went so far. She, a woman, was in need of pleasure and comfort, and that was worth more than any man’s silly need for relief.

You Asked For It

Molly cocked an eyebrow at her husband, her expression showing a mixture of amusement and concern. “Hank, are you sure you want me to do this?” She stood in their bedroom, fully dressed, looking subtly sexy in her suit and glasses as she stood over her husband.

Her husband, nude and laying on the bed nodded. He was blushing a little, but his cock was rock hard and twitching with excitement. “Yes. Please. I know it sounds nuts, but I really want to try this.”

“Okay. Just so we’re clear. I won’t be back to release you for seven hours at the earliest.”

“I know.”

“And you want it to last the entire time, non-stop?”

Hank nodded vigorously. Molly let out a half-sigh, half-chuckle and motioned to him. Hank felt her magic take hold of his body, forcing his limbs spread eagle, and then freezing him in place. With a twitch of her finger, Hank then levitated into the air, still stiffly spread eagle, his cock pointing straight to the ceiling. He hovered about two feet off the bed like that.

“Last chance to back out,” said Molly as she poised her hand. Hank shook his head. Molly shrugged and twitched a finger again, and Hank was frozen almost completely, his whole body stiff as a statue. All he could do now was blink and breathe, and his cock could still twitch and jerk. Molly then wriggled her fingers briefly over Hank’s cock, and he gasped. He could feel the sensation of soft, tickling feathers, and wet, velvety tongues stroking and licking his cock.

Hank groaned. “J-jeez,” he murmured through his partly open mouth. “Kind of… intense… to start...”

“Good,” said Molly. She leaned over and gave him a deep kiss, then said, “Have fun now, sweetie.”

“Th-thank you,” said Hank. He let out a soft moan as two phantom tongues licked a very sensitive spot on his cock, lingering as they went. “L-love you!”

Molly smiled, then leaned down and gave the tip of his penis a quick kiss. “I love you, too. See you tonight.” With that, she walked out the door, shaking her head in amusement. Honestly. Her husband was such a freak. She knew plenty of women liked to use their newfound Sex Magic to playfully torment their husbands, but Molly had not originally been into the idea. Ironically, Hank very much had been into the idea of a female dominant sex life. Molly had been more than willing to take it easy on her husband, but Hank turned out to be a real sensual masochist. Given the benefits of magical cockteasing, Molly had no problem going along with it, even if her silly, horny husband’s ideas were a bit wild.

Like today. He’d been wanting for weeks now to have Molly do something he’d read about on an orgasm denial forum. He’d wanted her to use her magic to bind him in place, and then continuously stimulate his penis, testicles, even his asshole, with magical, phantom touches all day. The idea intimidated him, but he could not get it out of his mind. So today, Molly decided to indulge him. As he stayed at home, helplessly suffering constant stimulation without relief, the output of his sexual energy would be imbuing Molly with energy all day.

She was a little worried he might be utterly out of his mind by the time she got home. But she could easily use her magic to check up on him hourly, see how he was doing, and stop if it seemed like it was too much. He should be okay. She’d just allowed him to have an orgasm five days ago, so he wasn’t too backed up. After today, however, five days might seem like five weeks!

Kat's Boytoy: Zoa Blues

NOTE: This story takes place after Kat’s Boytoy: The Party and Kat’s Boytoy: Wild Lust

CHAPTER ONE

My name is Kat and I am an Esper, a person gifted with psychic powers. For over a year and a half now, I have been enjoying an intensely kinky BDSM relationship with my boytoy, Ben. Instead of whips and chains and chastity belts, however, I use my mental abilities in all sorts of ways to dominate him, sensually tormenting his body and mind until he can’t stand it anymore, forcing him to please me while I tease him with only occasionally blessings of relief. If it sounds a bit harsh, don’t worry. It’s always been in good fun. I can be pretty intense with my sadism sometimes, but he’s a total masochist for my brand of psychic sex play, so it all works out.

At least, it used to. But all good things have to end someday, right? Ben came over to my place the other night, and I could tell he wasn’t bringing good news. Just heading to the door, I could feel the mix of emotions, mainly anxiety, emanating off him. When a person was that wound up, I didn’t have to pry to sense what they were feeling. Ben swallowed hard when I opened the door and gave him a smile, hoping to ease his mood. “Hello, boytoy. You aren’t due for another couple of days. Feeling tense already?”

“Already” was a bit of a joke. We’d incorporated orgasm denial into our sexual play since the beginning. I used to let him pop at least once a week, usually twice, but after last summer, I got into the habit of extending the time between climaxes. I loved to make him cum, but I also enjoyed feeling his sexual excitement and frustration wash over me as we fucked. I now usually let him pop only once every two weeks. Sometimes I’d extend it to three if I was feeling especially wicked. It drove him absolutely crazy, but when I did finally let him cum, it was unlike any orgasm most men get to experience in their lives. Trust me, I made sure it was worth it.

However, as he stood at the door looking almost pensive, his nine day stretch of blue balls seemed the last thing on his mind. I frowned a bit. “Are you alright?” I said.

“Kat, we, uh… we need to talk…” he said. 

Slashing the Veil: The Year 100 Story (Unfinished)

100 years have passed since Sex Magic came to Earth, empowering all adult women on the planet, and rendering men their helpless playthings. No one has ever managed to discover its origin. No one has ever found a way to empower men. Until now...

NOTES FROM THE FUTURE: I am reposting this story in July of 2021, but backdating it to it's approximate original posting date for the sake of the backlog record.

This was one of the earliest stories to take the then-new Sex Mage World setting I was developing and solidly mix it with genre fiction elements I was more used to writing. My original idea for the Sex Mage World was to do a single anthology book of ten stories, charting changes to the world over the course of one hundred years, each story set in a different decade, featuring a different situation and cast per story scenario. The final chapter would have been this story, the Year 100 story, where in a group of men are able to contact eldritch horrors to empower themselves in what was to become an apocalyptic battle between mad monster-infused cultists and Sex Mage super soldiers, each trying to determine the fate of the world.

This idea was so early in development, that it predates even the Apocalypse Timeline, although the ideas put forth here would sow the seeds for it. This was before Cascade Events, Pandoras, the Cult of Temael, Centurion crossovers, Megamis, Archmages, and even Queendoms had been conceived of. I believe this is also the first mention of a Lust Energy Dynamo. In fact, the original idea even pre-dates the Cult Wars, so their mention in this story is something I must have added in later. "Slashing the Veil", as presented here, is technically the second or third draft of the original story.

If I recall correctly, the origins of Sex Magic in this timeline would be revealed to be a sheer cosmic accident. It turns out magic is actually possible in this reality through ritual communion with extra dimensional spirits from abstract higher realities. The problem is that successfully contacting said spirits only works under cosmological conditions so astronomically precise, that the number of successful times anyone in all of human history has managed to cast a spell could be counted on two hands. In this case, in 2010, a group of college girls, while drunk, attempted to cast a Love Spell as joke exercise, and ended up catching the attention of one of these alien spirits, this one aligned to the concepts of lust and love. Invisible to the girls' mortal senses, the spirit appeared in their room without the girls knowing it. Not understanding what the girls actually wanted, the spirit would grant them Sex Magic, and then leave. Because of how the Magic worked, however, it ended up being contagious. And that's how, through a complete cosmic accident, Sex Magic spread across Earth, with no one ever finding out the reason why.

It takes 100 Years for the next successful spell to be cast. This time, a group of insane cultists just happened to catch the attention of, and achieve successful communion with, a group of Death Spirits, which fuse themselves into the men partaking in the ritual. These Death Spirit Men work as genocidal terrorists, hoping to use an immense bloodletting ritual to summon an even more powerful spirit that would strip Sex Magic away from the world. The spirit would, of course, probably kill or consume most, if not all, life on Earth to do it, but the Death Spirit Men were too far gone to care. That, or they mistakenly believe they can control the summoning enough to get rid of the Magic, and then banish the stronger spirit back to it's realm before it can kill everyone, but the odds of succeeding at that is so low, there is no way they could pull it off.

The only people able to stop the Death Spirit Men are a squad of specially trained Sex Mage Super Soldiers, who would eventually be the basis for the Special Task Force in Apocalypse Timeline.

Enter Daniel, who becomes host to a Justice Spirit, a minor entity that slipped through into the world when the Death Spirit Men performed their ritual, a cosmic coincidence of unfathomable odds. This turns out to be a great boon, however, as the Justice Spirit turns Daniel in a superhuman whenever he engages in an act of Justice. However, it turns out Justice is subjective, and Daniel must decide what is truly more Just... stopping the Death Spirit Men, or helping them rid the world of a Magic that has, in his view, ruined civilization. Daniel, of course, does the right thing in choosing to side with the Super Soldiers, because for all the Sex Magic has done, potential extinction of the human race is a cure far worse than the disease.

In the end, Daniel and the Soldiers would succeed, stopping the summoning ritual just in time, killing off the last of the Death Spirit Men. However, in doing so, the Justice Spirit is sacrificed in the effort, and Daniel is rendered a normal man once again, in a world where men are treated as sub-human utilities. While the Soldiers promise to protect him and provide an abuse-free living situation for his service to the world, Daniel cannot get over the existential dread of his fate. The leader of the Soldiers offers him a final option, giving him her gun, and leaving him to decide whether or not to shoot himself. It is implied that he does so, but I was open to the idea that he instead opts to embrace his future, and planned to maybe leave the ending ambiguous.

"Slashing the Veil" was never completed, in large part because I found it way too depressing. This was about the time it was hitting me just how fucked up the Sex Mage World could actually be when you took it seriously as a setting, and it actually bothered me not insignificantly at the time, especially when the only conclusion I could come to was that the main character would likely kill himself at the end.

As well, I was already making a big shift in the canon, officially folding the Sex Mage World into the Erotic Adventures timeline, with SMW Earth existing in the same galaxy as Civero. As such, it seemed like a no-brainer to change the Death Spirit Men into Temael's Cultists, but this also prompted me to canonize the Centurions crossover story, and start really working on expanding the lore; Slashing the Veil got put to the side, but would ultimately still be the basis for the Apocalypse Timelines major world-shaking events, namely the Cult Wars that forced a fundamental restructuring of society in 2020, and the inevitable Apocalypse that comes in 2030.

Moreover, there was simply the logistics of, I realized that society would have been much more significantly changed by Year 100, not just from the magic, but due to emerging technologies and unpredictable shifts in the global economy and geo-political landscape. With a new origin for the Magic being the result of the machinations of Temael's agents, it also just mad sense to accelerate the timeline for when the battles for the world would occur, and the major changes to society that would result.

Moreover still, aside form the story being depressing in the end, I also found it difficult to juggle eroticism into the work at all. This first part shown below is just about all the actual sexual content, particularly of the type my readers had come to expect even by then, and after that, it's pretty much all action scenes and pity party dialogue. Overall, a pretty miserable time.

And then, of course, came the reboot I did in 2016, which eradicated all the non-Sex Magic elements from the Sex Mage World, in an attempt to assert a purer vision of the concept... at least until I backpeddled and ended up re-introducing genre elements through the Sex Mage Multiverse.

So, that's one thing I guess you can take away from all this. Somewhere, out there, in the myriad timeline of the Multiverse, the events of Year 100, Slashing the Veil, and any of its other renditions, have probably happened. I still have no interest in returning to this story, especially after so long, but at the time, I ended up posting what I had, because I at least thought this opening bit is worth reading. I had removed it during the reboot, but a recent message from a reader wanting to read it again has prompted me to go ahead and put it back up. While now horribly outdated, I suppose it is still interesting to track the development of the Sex Mage World concept as I worked on it over the years.