~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~
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There are times, Olivia Lee thought, when being a superhero is a real pain in the ass.
She surveyed the bar with a suppressed sigh. It was Friday night in Des Moines, the city was hopping, but rather than being out and about herself, trolling for a good man to keep her busy in bed all night, she was at Butcher Brewing Company, preventing the city’s supervillians from ruining everyone’s evening.
Pausing in the entranceway, she smoothed the fabric of her bright red dress over her golden Asian skin, the lights above the bar picking out highlights in her blue-black hair. Large breasts that sneered at the very idea of a bra peeked coyly over the swooping neckline, large nipples pressing firmly into the cloth. Four-inch heels lifted her off the ground and accentuated the gorgeous curves of her legs and hips, the hem of the dress barely serving to meet the needs of decency. Shimmering with its own internal light, the ragged edge drew the eye to her groin, the observer helpless to wonder what, if anything, lay beneath.
Not that Olivia, also known as the Seductress, cared much about decency since the Change.
To mundane eyes, the scene was one which could be found in any one of a hundred restaurants around town. Some two dozen people were seated on stools around the large, C-shaped bar, drinking and talking and watching sports on the screens which hung from the ceiling. In booths around the walls, couples and even some families sat and ate their dinners; relaxing before going home, or beginning the night with a good meal before going out for a movie or a party.
But to Olivia’s finely honed sexual senses, there was a discord in the air. A sour note in the song of happiness and desire. She stepped up to the bar, ignoring the stares her body drew. Raising a hand, she caught the bartender’s attention.
“Olivia, my love!” A well-built young man, only a few years older than Olivia, swooped to take her order. “Are you at last here to answer my prayers and make me your love-slave? Say, yes, my little Carnalita, and I will be yours forever!”
She laughed, rushing blood making her skin appear even darker. Ray had known her before the Change, and treated her with the same teasing affection that he had when she was plain Olivia Lee, and an adventure had been going to Chicago for a long weekend.
“Not likely, when you have a wife and a baby, you scoundrel,” she said teasingly. “And don’t tell me that Alysha isn’t taking care of you. You can’t lie to me about something like that.” She grinned as she caught the swell of pride in his face. “Eighteen times in the last seven days,” she said admiringly. “You are serving your wife well.”
“What can I say?” he replied, his arms cast out wide. “Alysha says she is making up for the time we lost right before and after the baby was born. And who am I to complain when a lovely woman drags me into bed two and three times a day? If I didn’t know better, I would say that you had something to do with it.”
“Not me,” she replied, picking up the beer list. “I only help those who need it. And prevent people from doing harm. But this town has been…blessed. That is the only way I can describe it. But I am not going to complain.”
“Neither will I,” said Ray, waggling his eyebrows outrageously. “What can I get you?”
She giggled as she came across a new name on the microbrew list. “Chateau Libideau? Is Dan serious?”
Ray grinned. “As serious as he ever is. Try it. You’ll like it.”
“All right. One of those, and an answer to a question.”
“You got it.”
“Have you seen anything strange around here tonight? I was on my way to another spot when I got a weird vibe from here. It didn’t feel…right.”
Ray drew the beer and set it out for her, shaking his head as she offered to pay. “On the house. No, I haven’t noticed anything. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t. You know how it is. The good always draws the bad, trying to spoil things.”
She nodded pensively. Sipping her drink, a dark beer with a sweet, nutty flavor, she slowly walked around the bar, senses open, trying to find the source of her uneasiness.
Ah. There.
At the corner of the bar, a young man and woman sat. Unmarried, from the lack of a ring on her finger. Not even boyfriend and girlfriend, her insight told her. Not yet. Two people who liked each other, were attracted to each other, but were still trying to get to know each other before they took the next step.
Softly she reached out with her empathy, sifting through the strands of thought.
Jimmy couldn’t believe that he was sitting with Rose Gardner. He had been wanting to ask her out for weeks, and when he finally mustered the courage, he was stunned when she said yes.
He looked deep into her blue eyes, so intelligent and full of life. Some people at the firm might say that she wasn’t beautiful, but he didn’t care. She was sweet and warm and caring, and God knew that he was no prize, not with his stutter and his mother, never happy with anything he did.
Jimmy reached out a careful hand and wrapped it around Rose’s fingers. Her face lit with a soft glow.
Yes, Olivia thought. That’s it, boy. You won’t even need my he…
Suddenly another person was between them, breaking their grip. Tall and dark-haired, vapidly good-looking, he elbowed his way to the woman’s side, shoving Jimmy’s stool to one side with one hip.
“Eh- Excuse me…” Jimmy said.
“You’re excused,” the man sneered, not even glancing back at him. “Hey, doll. Is this guy boring you? Why don’t you come outside with me instead? I’ve got my ‘vette here, and we can go for a drive, maybe have some fun afterward.”
Rose looked up into his face, eyes shining as the Cockblocker’s mind-powers began to take hold.
“Th-Th-The lady’s with me,” Jimmy tried to interject.
“Beat it, mushmouth. Or get beaten,” the Cockblocker snarled, and Jimmy hung his head.
Olivia’s lips tightened as she took in the scene. In her mind’s eye, she could see the tangled web of fate unfolding. After yet another failure, Jimmy would go home, become more and more withdrawn over the coming months and years, and finally die alone, unloved and unmourned. Rose would have her one night of adventure, but she would pay a terrible price..
Luckily for them both, she was here.
“I wouldn’t do it, Rose,” she said boldly, stepping to the young woman’s side. “The last girl to sleep with this asshat came away with three different kinds of the clap.”
She recoiled in disgust, the spell shattered. “The clap?”
“Yep,” Olivia replied, a grin like the edge of a knife curling her lips as she met the Cockblocker’s eyes, daring him to raise the stakes. “Do you have any idea what that can do to your sweet little vag?” she asked, hands running suggestively down the flat curves of her stomach towards her crotch. Rose gagged and pulled away from the younger man, her face twisted in disgust.
Olivia’s eyes were hard as she met the Cockblocker’s gaze.
“Go. And don’t come back. This place is under my protection. In fact,” she continued, “if I find out you’ve been pulling this kind of shit anywhere in my city, you’ll never have to worry about your dick again.”
He opened his mouth, then shut it. The Change had given Olivia a cheerful capacity for violence that made most evildoers think twice before challenging her. Wilting, he turned and walked out of the bar.
“Th-Th-Thank you,” Jimmy stuttered.
“Don’t mention it,” she replied. She was turning to go when Rose’s hand caught her arm.
“I know you!” she said. “I’ve seen you on the news! You’re the Seductress, aren’t you?” Her eyes were shining. “I saw you when you foiled the Douchebro when he tried to frame those kids for rape.”
Despite herself, Olivia scowled at the memory of the villain who had tried to get an entire youth soccer team sent to jail, and Rose pulled back, afraid. She tried to gentle her expression. It wasn’t easy, when you had the body of a horny angel and a mind that could make even a nun pull away from society’s strictures.
Actually, nuns were usually the easiest, as the orgy at the convent last month could attest.
And yes, dammit, she had apologized for that.
“Thanks,” she said. “I got lucky that the Douchebro revealed his plans to the Harpy, and she was dumb enough to record it and careless enough to leave her cell out where I could find it.”
After seducing her guards. Both of them. At the same time.
That had been a good night, and she squeezed her thighs together in happy memory, passion rising like a tide within her.
“Whoa, we’re late,” Jimmy said. “The m-m-movie starts in ten minutes. We better g-g-go.” He nodded politely at Olivia. She smiled at them and took their hands.
“Just one word of advice,” she said, smiling at them.
“Yes?” Jimmy asked, frowning. Not scared, but maybe just a little apprehensive?
She took their hands, one in each of hers. She traced a blessing on their fingers as her mind gently wove into theirs. Not compelling, but simply removing the scars of old hurts and the restrictions of outmoded morality. She leaned close, whispering.
“No one says ‘foiled’ anymore, Rose. Not unless they have a curly mustache and wear a cape. Try to remember.”
Grinning, she let them go, savoring their trailing laughter as they walked out into the October evening.
One down.
Oh, it felt so good to help people. Almost as good as sex. She remembered the time before the Change, when she had been alone and helpless, her need to aid those who needed it unfulfilled.
And I am going to need to be filled myself soon, she thought wickedly. Her pulse beat in her thighs, throbbing. The lust within her, the blessed ruttiness of her gift, never far from the surface, was waking.
Now that she had announced herself, most of the men, and not a few women, were watching her. Wanting her. The thought drove her desire higher, and her nipples peaked, tight, sensitive nubs tenting the thin cloth of her dress as she walked towards the next pool of instability. Three couples sat there.
No. Two couples, a predator, and a victim.
She sat on his lap, the curve of her hip subtly rubbing against his groin. Sapphire hair stood up in wayward spikes, but her lips were as black as her eyes. Piercings studded her eyebrows, lip, and nostril, and her t-shirt was strategically ripped to show off the ripe curves of her apple-plump breasts.
His cock a throbbing bar of steel in his pants, Keith could barely keep from shouting his joy to the entire bar. Billy had Andrea, and Clint had Jennifer. But now he had someone, too. A casual hello, a couple of drinks, and she was crawling all over him. He could hardly wait until he could take her back to his apartment and tear her clothes off…
A voice from behind him, sadly amused. “Hello, Blue.”
The girl spun in the boy’s lap, lips folded back, teeth bared. “This has nothing to do with you, Seductress. Get lost.”
“Whatever happens in this town has something to do with me. I am its appointed sexual guardian.” She threw a sympathetic look at the boy. “Sorry, kid. You don’t know who you are cuddling with, do you? That is Blue Balls right there. And no matter what she has told you, you are never going to see those sweet little titties or tap her fine, fine ass.
“She’ll lead you along, as long as you have money in your pocket. And when you’re stone broke she’ll leave you hanging, with nothing but Rosie Palm and her five fingers to keep you company.”
She leaned close and lowered her voice. “And she’ll never call you back. She thrives on loneliness, rejection, and pain.”
She looked at Blue and her voice was cold. “Leave.”
Quick as thought, Blue Balls leaped off of Keith’s lap. Growling in hate, she faked an elbow at her ribs, then threw a punch at her head, the rings on her fingers wickedly sharp, the edges coated with something green and sickly.
Poison!
She reacted instinctively, the gifts of the Change driving her. Pivoting on one high heel, she threw herself out of the path of the punch. Whirling in place, her free leg came high, driving into Blue’s gut with crushing force. Blue folded around it, her breath leaving her in a harsh gasp. She crumpled to the floor, chest heaving erratically as she fought to regain her breath.
Olivia knelt at her side. Before Blue could stop her, she had stripped the rings from her fingers and folded them in a napkin, dropping them in her purse. From the same object she pulled out a pair of handcuffs and slapped them on Blue’s wrists.
“Not the way I imagined putting handcuffs on you, Chloe,” she said sadly. “Why can’t you stop? Quit cock-teasing dumb kids and do something productive with your powers.”
“I am what the Change made me, Olivia,” Blue responded bitterly, eyes venomous. “Why don’t you give up the good-little-girl act and admit you’re doing the same thing we are? Inflicting your will on others. You’re no different than me.”
Olivia pursed her lips, shaking her head. Leading Blue Balls by the elbow, the took her to the door to meet the police, who had been called as soon as Blue had thrown the first punch.
“We’ll hold her for a night, Seductress,” said the grizzled sergeant. “But we probably won’t be able to keep her under wraps for long.”
“Take a look at these,” said Olivia, handing over the rings, still wrapped in the napkin. “If my suspicions are right, the poison on the edges will allow you to charge her for assault with a deadly weapon. That’ll slow her down.”
The cops left, pulling a cursing Chloe after her. The kids at the table had left in the confusion.
She wandered back to the bar, sipping on her beer, which had grown lukewarm during the confrontations with the Cockblocker and Blue. She cast her senses throughout the restaurant and sighed with relief. All that she could sense now was the happy tension of a Friday-night bar, filled with happy people who were anticipating what the evening would bring.
Wait.
Her gaze turned to a lonely booth at the back of the restaurant. A desolate shape sat in a pool of shadow, his head bent, staring at nothing.
Him! He dares come here?
She didn’t even remember moving towards the dark figure. It was only when her right wrist was caught in a vise-like grip, stopping her with a jerk, that her headlong lunge was arrested.
“Let me go, Ray,” she snapped, teeth clenched.
“No, Olivia,” he said calmly. “He doesn’t bother anyone here. I’ll thank you to extend the same consideration to him.”
“You know what he is,” she said, face angry.
“No. I know what happened to him. The same thing that happened to you. There’s no harm in him. He comes in every once in a while, and I just let him be. He can’t help what he is. And he has never,” he said, voice hard, “done anything to hurt anyone. Not on purpose. Not like those two pieces of garbage you just kicked out of here.”
She nodded, mouth working as if she tasted something rancid.
“Go to him, Olivia,” Ray said, voice soft. “Talk to him. Who knows, maybe you can help him. No one else can.”
She took a deep breath, a little ashamed of how she had lost control, of her visceral reaction. She should be calmer, more in control.
“All right. Get me another beer.”
*****
She slid into the booth opposite him, her senses tingling a warning. Danger. Danger. Danger.
“Eddie,” she said quietly. Not quite a greeting. She sipped her beer.
“Seductress,” he returned, not raising his eyes. “Saw what you did with those two earlier. Well done.”
He could have been anyone. His very ordinariness was his camouflage. A man of a little more than middle height, a little less than middle weight, ordinary brown hair speckled with thin strands of gray, he could have been anywhere between an old thirty and a well-preserved fifty-five. He wore jeans and a flannel shirt over a white t-shirt, his long, thin fingers cradling a glass of pale beer, a half-eaten plate of nachos shoved to the side.
His eyes were the only beautiful thing about him. Dark brown and deep-set, they were the color of fertile earth after a heavy rain.
Strange, she thought with unexpected sympathy, that I am reminded of fertility when I sit by him.
“Tell me,” he said, his voice dreary and hopeless, “what did you do before the Change?”
“What?”
“It’s a simple question,” he said, the faintest thread of sardonic humor in voice. “What did you do? What was your life like?”
Her hands clenched unwillingly as she thought back to that time. Even the idea of who she had been was distasteful to her.
“I worked for an employment agency. In the IT department. I didn’t like it much. I went to work. I came home. I watched TV or read a book.
“And the next day I started the whole damn thing over again. Over and over and over. A treadmill that I could only get off by dying.”
“And the night of the Change itself?” A spark of interest had lit his previously lifeless eyes.
God, that night! When the entire world had changed. Governments had fallen and the globe had lurched from crisis to crisis, until it finally had come to grips with the fact that one in every ten thousand human beings had Changed, given impossible physical and mental gifts. Riots had killed thousands in Africa, South America, the Middle East and India. Even in America, doomsday cults had sprung up like toadstools in a rainy spring, declaring that the Changed were a sign of the end-times, and unscrupulous fear-mongers had whipped their followers into a frenzy, trying to overthrow the government.
She swallowed, remembering the attempted coup by Senator Darsden and General Hoeckel. For three terrible weeks, it looked as if the United States itself would fall.
Somehow, things had stabilized, and then Dr. Adrienne Chernovsky announced she had isolated the blood mutation that caused the Change, which calmed the hysteria. Now people knew the cause.
Though what had caused the mutation to emerge, and what the long-term repercussions would be, were questions that were still unanswered.
She blinked, and focused on the present.
“That night. It was Friday. About ten o’clock.”
“Ten oh two,” he corrected.
“Whatever. I had a bad week at work, and was relaxing in my apartment. I had changed into my pajamas and a big fluffy robe, and was eating ice cream straight from the container and drinking a glass of wine. And I was reading a trashy romance novel,” she smiled. “Danielle Steele.”
“And then it happened.”
She nodded. “It was so…odd,” she said, unable to describe an experience which had left thousands of Changed people fumbling for the right words. “I seemed to be pulled out of myself. The universe itself was asking me a question. If I could do whatever I wanted with the rest of my life, what would I do?
“Well, I was a little drunk, and a lot horny. So my answer was that I would help the entire world get laid.”
For a moment it almost seemed that Eddie would smile. “And then?”
“Then I went to bed. I was almost in a trance. I suppose I felt the way a caterpillar feels when it is time to crawl into a cocoon and become a butterfly.”
She could still remember the sensations of that eternal night. How many times had she woken in her cold, narrow bed, sweaty and aching with need? How many times had she brought herself to orgasm, screaming as pleasure swept over her time and time again, her belly boiling with lust? When her fingers had cramped, she had turned to her dildo, her vibrator, and finally, desperate and unfulfilled, the bedpost itself, grinding her pubis against the sweat-slicked wood until she came one last time, collapsing on the floor, pulling her comforter over her before she passed out.
“And the next day?” His face had grown animated, his dark brown eyes full of life. He must have been good-looking once, she thought.
“I woke up on the floor. My clothes were in tatters. From what happened during the night.” Despite everything that had happened since that morning, she couldn’t help blushing. “I went to take a shower, looked at myself in the mirror, and nearly fainted.”
Wondering, she ran a hand across the glass, trying to convince herself that it was truly her own image she was seeing. She pulled off the ragged t-shirt, the damp cloth falling limply to the floor, then the sweat-stained panties, damp with other, less mentionable fluids. Her pajama pants were somewhere in the bedroom, torn off during the night.
She barely recognized the woman staring back at her. Not one of her features had changed, but they had all been transformed to create an exquisite whole. She ran her hands from her hips to her ribcage, shuddering in sensual pleasure, her skin pebbling as goosebumps formed on her flesh. A corresponding warmth swirled in her stomach, reaching tendrils of desire into every corner of her body. She cupped her breasts in her hands, incredulous. The sad, saggy little b-cups were gone, replaced by gravity-defying c-cups. Fuck. Maybe ds! She pinched the turgid nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, staggering as another bolt of delicious pleasure spiked through her throbbing groin.
Her legs were incredible, the stumpy little limbs transmuted through the same powerful force that had re-cast her entire body. Firm, taut, and finely balanced, they rose in dancer’s curves to the globes of her ass.
She spanked her butt playfully, her breath hissing through her teeth at the sting of pain. Running her hands through the unbound glory of her raven-black hair, she considered her face. Formally sallow from too much work and too little light, it blazed back at her, golden like some long-forgotten oriental goddess.
Eddie nodded. “Just what I thought.” His eyes were grimly satisfied.
“Just what?” she demanded.
“Why should I tell you?” he scowled. “You were ready to come over here and kick my ass until Ray stopped you.”
She dropped her head, ashamed. “I’m sorry, Eddie, I…”
“I wish you’d stop calling me that.”
“It’s not…”
“No. It’s not. Some idiot’s idea of a joke. My name has always been Edward. Not Eddie. Or E.D. Short for Erectile Dysfunction.” He snorted bitterly, his eyes a wasted landscape, charred to blighted bedrock by despair.
Unwillingly sympathetic, she touched his hand. “So what did you do? Before?”
“Me? I was a statistician. Still am, though I work from home these days. But I’m doing research into the Change. Trying to figure out why it did what it did.”
“Why? Not how?”
“I think how is a question for the gods, or whoever pulled this practical joke on humanity. But why? That is a question worth answering.
“You know that the Change effected people from every country. It was seemingly random, with no correlation between age, race, religion, sex or sexual orientation, wealth, education, or twenty other research parameters.”
Olivia nodded, intrigued despite herself. Billions of dollars had been poured into trying to find out why the Change had struck some, but not others.
“But no one has thought to ask what happened during the Change. How a person’s mindset affected how the Change molded the person they became.
“You were lonely and horny. But you wanted other people to be happy, too. So the Change made you a sex-bomb with the ability to positively affect people’s sexual relationships. Others aren’t so generous.
“Blue Balls? I interviewed her once when she was in jail. She had just broken up with her boyfriend. He was cheating on her. The Cockblocker? That sad sack of shit hates everyone and everything. The more pain he causes the happier he is.”
“So Blue uses her powers to tease and frustrate men. And the Cockblocker simply causes pain,” Olivia said softly. She looked at Edward with new respect. “This is a fantastic insight.”
“For what it is worth,” he said. “I don’t know if anyone will listen to a guy whose mere presence makes people’s peckers go limp, but I think that all of this,” his gesture took in not only the bar, but their entire crazy world, “is a test.
“Don’t ask me by who,” he continued. “I don’t know. But have you heard the expression, ‘A man shows what he is when he can do what he wants?'”
“This is humanity’s test. And somewhere, we are being judged.”
She nodded thoughtfully. “So. What were you doing? When the Change happened?”
He sat for a long moment, unmoving. “I didn’t mean it,” he said.
He looked up, so much pain in his gaze that her eyes watered with pity. “I can only talk to you because I know you’ll understand. Other people…” He trailed off.
“I was alone. I have always been alone. No long-term relationships. Hell, I can barely hold a conversation with a woman without turning into a tang-tungled mess.”
Olivia smiled at the weak joke. “That night?” she prompted.
He looked down and took a long swallow of his beer, grimacing at the tepid flavor.
“Some guys at work had fixed me up with a girl. Blind date. She was nice. Attractive. Very bright. Computer programmer for one of the big multi-corps downtown.
“But I made a hash of things. Again. And I was thinking of sex, and whether I would ever have it again. So when that presence spoke in my mind, asking what I would do, I lashed out.
“I thought, or said, that since I was never going to get laid again, as far as I cared, the entire world could go to hell, and the entire useless fucking human race could wither away and die.
“I didn’t mean it. Unfortunately, however, whoever did this to us took what I said literally.
“I haven’t been able to get an erection since. And I hurt others around me. Took a while to figure out that my problem was having an effect on everyone else.
“So I stay away. From everyone.”
Olivia’s heart broke in sympathy. But another part of her rose to the fore, howling in excitement.
A challenge.
Olivia did not lack for lovers these days. The mere hint that The Seductress was looking for a bedmate would have half the men and a sizable portion of the women in the restaurant at her side in moments, eager for the opportunity to spend the night in her arms. And that didn’t even take into account the rumors of the sexual prowess gained by those who pleased her.
She wasn’t tired of sex. Or jaded with the ease with which she acquired it. But there was something to be said for having to work for it.
Edging towards the subject, she asked, “What have you tried?”
The self-hate on his face could have torn the flesh from his bones. “Masturbation, of course. Complete failure. Porn. Both written and visual. Everything from Skinemax to sketchy web sites on the internet. Pills. Shots. Therapy. Phone sex. And twice,” he swallowed, refusing to meet her eyes, “I paid for it.”
“There is nothing morally wrong with paid sex between consenting adults,” she murmured. “You don’t have to be ashamed when you are with me. I’m not judging you.”
“Tell that from a boy who was raised in the buckle of the Bible Belt,” he replied. He raised his hands to ward off her flashing eyes. “Hey. I don’t disagree with you. But old habits die hard. Didn’t make a damn bit of difference anyway. They didn’t do me any more good than anything else.
“I still have a sex drive. I can create fantasies until I am ready to go crazy. But there is never a response from my cock.”
She leaned forward on the table, her chin cupped in one hand. The other drifted down towards the junction of her legs, knowing fingers easing open the folds of her core. “There is one thing that I did not hear in that checklist, Edward,” she said, meeting his eyes with her own. “Anyone who you might have had an emotional attachment with.”
“Emotional attachment? I was a freak. I am a freak. Maybe if I had been married my wife would have been willing to try. But try to get a date when the whole world knows you can’t get it up, Olivia. Let me know how that works out for you.”
“You silly ass,” she replied. “If you’re trying to break this thing…” She frowned. “You are trying to break this thing, aren’t you?”
“Are you serious? I would give anything in the wide green world to wake up and find this was a nightmare.”
She nodded. “So, if you are trying to break this thing, the worst thing you can do is to look at it as solely a body issue. A wise man once said that the largest erotic organ is the mind. Being with someone you care about is the greatest turn-on of all.”
She raised a hand, cutting off his protest. “Hello? Who is the expert here?” She stood and twirled in a circle, the ragged hem of her dress rising to expose the golden flesh of her thighs. She noted happily how his eyes tracked their movement, his face hungry.
Gotcha.
She held out her hand. Numbly, he took it.
“Come on, Edward. We’re gonna get you laid.”
Ignoring Ray’s stunned look of disbelief, she took Edward by the hand and led him stumbling out of the restaurant.
*****
As they settled into the leather seats of her car, Edward turned to her.
“Are you serious? Or are you just fucking with me?”
“Oh, I’m serious, Edward. And I’m fucking with you. Or I will be soon,” she said, one cheek dimpling as she smirked.” She pulled out of the parking lot. “Despite everything, I like you.
“Ray was right, you know. I’ve heard about you. The yin to my yang. The man cursed by impotence, who also makes others impotent, living in the same city as the woman who works to help everyone find their sexual soulmate?
“But I never heard that you tried to impose your curse on others. Never went to a wedding and made sure the groom couldn’t perform. Never hung outside prom to make sure every boy there had a miserable night. You’re not like that.
“So where do you live?”
“We’re not going to your place?”
“You need to be relaxed if we have any chance of beating this. Home is where you will do best, I think.”
He directed her to a small, neat house in the southwest suburbs, with a small, neat lawn in front. She followed him through the door and into an obsessively clean living room, and sighed. Every sign pointed to a man who fanatically imposed order in his life to make up for the chaos which the Change had made.
He went into the kitchen, pulling two wine glasses off a shelf. “Something to drink?”
“No,” she smiled. “The last thing you need in your system right now is alcohol. Where’s your bathroom? We need to shower.”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Together?” he said nervously, and she swore viciously, furious at what the Change had done to this scared, scarred, decent man in front of her, and ashamed of how she had misjudged him.
“Maybe later,” she smiled softly, putting the full force of her abilities behind the words, welcoming the embarrassed flush as his face turned red. “But we’ll both feel better when we’re clean.” She followed him into his bedroom, where he wordlessly pointed at the master bath. She shook her head. “You first.”
While Edward used the shower, she wandered around his house, trying to understand him. As she had suspected, the entire house bore the imprint of a mind that was almost compulsive in its need for order. No dirty dishes in the sink. No spider-webs in dusty corners. The turtle tank was clean, the occupant swimming in clear water. Even the sad little shelf of erotic DVDs was filed neatly by title.
Which was itself a difficult task, as so many had ‘XXX’ in the title.
“If you would like to borrow some, you’re welcome to them. They never helped me.”
She turned and smiled at Edward. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a clean t-shirt.
“No need. I have some of these already. But usually I make my own fun these days.”
He nodded. “I suppose.” She eyed him critically. He looked marginally more relaxed, but still bore himself with the air of someone who was waiting for life to kick him smack in the face.
She led him back into the bedroom. “I’m going to clean up,” she said. “How about you put on some nice, soft music and lay down while you wait? I won’t be too long.”
With a sigh, he lay down on the bed. “There’s clean towels in there,” he said. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
She poked her head back around the corner. “Just you, naked, when I come out.” She shut the door, but her laughter lingered in the air behind her.
*****
How to do it? How to reverse the effects of the Change and restore this man? Give him some of his dignity back? From her own experiences over the last few years, she knew how fragile a man’s ego could be. Once they lost confidence in themselves, the effects accelerated, driving them deeper and deeper into a spiral of self-loathing.
She dried herself in a wonderfully warm, fluffy towel, and considered the contents of her purse. Like the TARDIS and all other purses, it was bigger on the inside. From its depths, she could conjure any one of a hundred different outfits; everything from the most expensive lingerie to the most depraved roleplay was only a heartbeat away.
No, she decided. Any attempt like that would only serve to increase his need to perform. She needed him relaxed.
In the end, all that she took out of her purse was a bottle of scented oil. She considered perfume, then shook her head, a sly smile flitting across her features. With a pleased whimper, she dipped a finger into her seeping folds, gathering the moisture that lingered there. She dabbed the finger behind her ears, in the hollow of her throat, and between her breasts. Lastly, she willed her nipples flat, disguising her unending arousal for the first time in months.
She closed her eyes, whispered a soft prayer to whatever gods might be listening, then wrapped the towel around her waist like an Indian sari, the golden skin of her thigh emerging from the slit whenever she took a step.
Opening the door, she stepped into the dim light of the bedroom. Soft jazz played on the radio on the nightstand, and she was pleased to see that Edward had indeed removed his clothes, and was lying on his back on the bed.
Very pleased.
If he’s a shower, not a grower, I’m still a lucky woman. But if he’s a grower, well, I’m going to have one hell of a good night.
The idea that she might not be able to bring Edward to an aroused state never even thought about crossing her mind.
She slowly swayed towards the bed, hips moving in a seductive strut, her breasts bouncing not quite in time to the rhythm of her steps. Smiling, she looked down at him.
“You look about as relaxed as a man about to face the guillotine,” she said. She held up the bottle of oil. “Why don’t you turn over and I can give you a massage? And after that,” she said, half laughing, as he rolled over onto his stomach, head pillowed on his arms, “we can see if the irresistible force has any effect on the immovable object.”
From beneath her came a rueful chuckle. He had a nice laugh, she thought. She wondered what he had been like, before the Change blighted his life.
She tossed the towel to one side, uncapped the oil, and poured a generous amount into her cupped hand. She knelt at his knees, her legs straddling him, and softly touched his back, gentle fingers kneading the knots softly, trying to ease the tension in his rigid muscles.
Gradually he began to unwind, his body sinking further into the mattress, his breath coming deeper. His eyes closed, he said in a sleepy murmur, “I’ve never had my very own geisha before. Did you acquire this skill with the Change?”
“Of course,” she replied easily, pouring more oil down his spine to pool in the small of his back. Her thumbs smoothed oil upwards, then her arms spread wide to run her hands over his shoulders and biceps. He wriggled contentedly under her touch, the curves of his ass flexing, rising up to meet her touch. “What use does a computer programmer have learning massage? None. But the Seductress? She does. And enjoys using those skills.”
She anointed her own body with the fragrant oil, shuddering in bone-deep pleasure as her slick hands rubbed it into her chest and belly. Dropping low, she ran her torso up the length of Edward’s back, her breasts softly sweeping up the pale skin.
And below her, she felt him begin to respond to her touch, shivers running down his body. At the top of one stroke, she paused, her breath hot in his ear, and her tongue reached out, the tip flicking delicately on the rounded lobe. Then back down, her hands reaching under, clutching his broad shoulders as she let her full weight come down upon him. Up and down, up and down, and she felt the welcome tingle as her arousal began to grow, the familiar ache in her womb, desiring above all else to be filled. Filled with hard, pulsing, life-giving heat.
Slowly.
She stopped herself. “Turn over, Edward,” she whispered.
He flipped, and his brown eyes were gentle and sad. “I think you’re wasting your time,” he said, with a look to his groin, where his long phallus sat limply in its nest of hair.
“And I think that my time is my own to waste. And that you are giving up far too easily. If you think I am leaving before I cum three or four times, you have lost your mind.
“I have not yet begun to fuck.”
His lips twitched, then he gave a bellow of laughter. “Seriously? You’re quoting John Paul Jones at me?”
She nodded, then cradled his face in her hands. Lowering her face to his, she kissed him. “You aren’t the only one in this bed, Edward. Your dick might not be ready yet, but I don’t think your mouth or hands are broken. Let’s see what you can do with them.”
Yes. Make him concentrate on me. Not on his cock.
He returned her kiss with a passion and skill that stunned her. His warm hands firm on her hips, his mouth opened under hers, lips rubbing, tongue questing into her mouth, finding its mate, and joining it in happy play. Her hands tightened on his shoulders as the throbbing in her loins increased, mounting with every beat of her heart, the lips of her sex opening, ready to welcome a visitor who had not yet arrived.
“You’re good,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling, then kissed him again, moaning. “Very good.” Her knees squeezed his ribcage and her black hair fell around them, shielding their faces as his hot tongue played over the curves of her mouth, his teeth pulling her lower lip toward his before letting it go. Her breasts pressed lightly against his chest, and she sighed as his hands, drawn irresistibly, swept up her torso until they reached their bounty.
She sat up, eyes gleaming as he fondled them, a low growl sounding deep in her throat as his thumbs brushed the puffy rises of her areolae, her nipples tightening, lengthening into proud buds of pleasure.
He paused for a moment, his eyes taking in her nude splendor.
“You’re…” He shook his head. “You’re magnificent.”
“You’re pretty damn hot yourself,” she replied, bending down to kiss him passionately. His gentle fingers kneaded her breasts, and she stopped the kiss only so that she could give him her nipple.
His hands caressed the skin of her back as his mouth opened to take her in. Hot mouth, clever tongue, sweet, firm lips. They combined to drive her mad. His mouth worked in time with her heartbeat, suckling at her nipple like an infant, taking more and more of her breast into his mouth with every pulse, his teeth softly scoring her inflamed flesh.
And then he moved to the other one, repeating himself, repeating the actions that were driving her into a sexual frenzy, without even calling upon her powers. His fingers were probing at the cleft of her ass, the tips drawing near her aching cleft as her free hand mauled the breast that his mouth was not working on, pinching fingers pulling the nipple out from the surrounding flesh, her mouth open, panting with lust.
If he had been an ordinary man, by this point she would have hopped onto his erection and used it to bring herself to her climax. But this was no ordinary man, and this was no casual fuck. Closing her eyes, drawing upon her power, she tamped down the surge of lust until she was controlling it.
Fighting to control her voice, she said, “Very nice, my lover. But I am going to need a little more from you.” She moved up on the bed until her thighs framed his head, her sex only inches from his face.
“Please me, Edward,” she said, and lowered herself to his waiting mouth.
His hands settled on her hips, steadying her, guiding her. He closed his eyes and opened his lips, his tongue darting out for the briefest of touches, sampling the nectar that gathered on her folds. She gave a startled squeak of pleasure at his touch, and his lips curled in a smile.
She braced her hands on the headboard to steady herself as he began to eat her, the lips of her pussy unfurling as he stroked the curves of her hips and ass, her pubis gently rocking against his hot mouth. Eyes closed, she sought the center of her being, reaching for the power within her. Ever so carefully, she began to weave herself into the pattern of Edward’s mind.
This was dangerous. It was easy to deal with surface thoughts, as she had earlier in the evening. Lust and fear and desire all played so close to the threshold of the human mind it took almost no effort at all to determine what a person was thinking. But to go deeper, to attempt to probe and cure trauma which was years old, took close physical and emotional contact. Olivia would not have dared this unless she was driven by strong need and the bond they shared while they were engaged in intercourse.
The delights of the flesh fell away. In a tiny corner of her mind Olivia still sensed her body, and her reaction to Edward’s touch. But her mind’s eye expanded, her being now flying through Edward’s soul, desperate to cure the cancer eating away at him.
To rescue him before it was too late.
There!
In the spirit world, the gate to Edward’s passion, his ability to physically act on his sexual desires, was barred and locked. Scrapes and gouges marred the dark wood, as if Edward’s soul had spent long hours trying to batter its way through, to no avail.
So, force doesn’t work. But you forget. I am the Seductress.
Drifting closer, she examined the locks and chains. She extended an ethereal hand.
FLASH!
Edward Brewster stood sweating in his kitchen, his parents’ phone in his hand.
“Come on, pick up. Pick up.”
“Hello?”
“Hi, Lily?”
“Yes?” a confused voice.
“This is Edward Brewster. From school. I was wondering if you would like to go to Prom with me?”
“To Prom?” Lily giggled. “Sorry, Edward. I’m going with Marty Forrester. Good night.”
The last thing he heard, before the click, was the sound of laughter.
Olivia blinked. Frowning, she ran her hand over another link. Then another. Each one was a painful memory of rejection and failure.
“Vicious, brutal bastards,” she hissed. To use a man’s own memories against him!
She paced around the barrier, examining it from every angle. Slowly, the logic of its shape began to become clear. A pattern. Kneeling, she extended her mind to a single corroded iron link, pitted and scabbed with rust.
“I’ve got you now, you little prick.” Almost delicately, she pursed her lips. With a single word, she erased it from existence.
She waited only a moment to make sure she was right, then withdrew, smiling in satisfaction.
Behind her, the chains began to fall away.
*****
If Edward didn’t know better, he would have thought Olivia was faking it. She was staring straight ahead, her unfocused gaze seemingly peering through the wall of his bedroom, her hands locked around the crest of his headboard. However, her writhing hips, pressing her folds down onto his mouth, and her harsh, guttural groans told another tale.
With his tongue, he parted her labia again and drew the throbbing nub of her clitoris into his mouth. Suckling gently, he flicked the tip of his tongue across it, delighting in her response as a keening wail broke from her lips. She ground her pubis into his face, aided by his hands, which were clutched tightly over the golden globes of her buttocks, drawing her ever closer to him.
Above, he felt her shudder. Drawing his eyes away from her belly, he glanced up just in time to see her eyes focus and look down at him, strangely triumphant.
“Close, Edward. You’re so close. Open wide. Open to love.” Her hands came down and gently fisted in his hair. At the same time the flow of moisture from her groin redoubled, and he frantically lapped at her sheath, trying to take in as much of her delectable dew as possible.
Oh, this was sweet. Around his face, he felt the long muscles of her thighs tremble, shuddering against his cheeks. Her breasts heaved as she gasped for breath, the nipples challenging his palms as he reached up to cradle them. If it wasn’t for the fiery ache in his groin, he would have been content to simply lie still and watch Olivia reach her climax.
The fiery ache in his groin? What?
At the same moment Edward came to his stunned realization, Olivia’s orgasm hit. Her hips snapping wildly, a series of spasmodic shudders rippled through her body, the muscles of her legs and belly pulsing in violent waves.
“Ohhhhh, FUCKKKKKK!!!” she screamed, her thighs tightening so violently around his head he thought she was going to cave in his temples.
Slowly, the pressure released. As it did, she dropped to his side, revealing his crotch.
His erect penis greeted them both, high, hard, and triumphant.
With a victorious grin, she lay at his side, her hand curled around his length possessively.
“How?” His voice was a whisper.
She kissed his lips softly, her small hand stroking him. “Whoever, whatever did this to you was very clever. The main change was to your body. Somehow they altered your physiology so that the blood vessels which would normally constrict during arousal remained open, keeping blood from collecting in your shaft.”
She bent her head to kiss his cock, her delicate tongue sweeping up the length of his rod.
“The other change was mental. They erected a…barrier. One composed of every failure, every bad memory, every act of self-hatred that had built up over the years. So that whenever you contemplated sex you would be hit with an unending series of…well, let’s just call it bad mojo.
“While you were pleasuring me,” a lazy smile, “I was able to access your mind. I removed the physical barrier. With that gone, the memories will fade.
“I think,” she said pensively, “that I was meant to find it.”
“What do you mean?” Edward asked, trying to stay sane as her hands and lips did delightful things to his loins.
“That if this was done by the same beings who gave us the Change, it was very clumsily done. Anyone with my sort of psychic abilities could have found it. It’s as if they were using a sledgehammer to crack a walnut.”
Edward’s self-control was slipping away, caught in a whirlpool of pleasure. Olivia’s fingers were tickling his testes, her lips kissing the throbbing veins of his cock, her tongue tracing patterns of desire on his flesh. He shook his head, the tendons of his neck standing out like cords, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, his groin thrusting mindlessly upwards.
“Can’t think,” he gasped. “Have to cum. Be inside you. Now. Please.”
“Not now, darling,” her soft voice answered. “Not inside me. Not yet. You are still too full of pain, and it would be over for you too quickly.” Her slick little fist quickened its pace, her mind seeing the gates of his manhood opening, the tide of seed rushing up his phallus.
“Now, my love,” she cried. “Now!”
He cried aloud as the first burst of his semen sprang from his cock, a shout hoarse with wonder and disbelief. Almost painful in its intensity, a fiery torrent of seed spilled forth, spattering his chest and stomach, gathering in pale, limpid pools on his belly. Over and over his cock pumped in Olivia’s hands, until it seemed there would be no end to it.
Finally the flow ebbed, then ceased. Softening slightly, his phallus slid from Olivia’s grip and dropped to his stomach, lying in a hot puddle of his cum. Smiling at him, she slid a languid hand up his stomach to his chest, her fingers coated in his essence.
“What do you see?” he asked.
Understanding the question behind the words, she frowned as she wove her mind into his once again. Her face cleared and she grinned happily.
“Gone. Whatever problems you have with your one-eyed trouser snake from here on out are your own doing, buddy.
“However…”
“Yes?”
“Some of your less…welcome…abilities still remain.”
“Dammit.” His fists balled on his thighs in frustration. “Am I supposed to stay a shut-in for all my life?”
“I said some, not all, Edward.”
“What do you mean?”
She hissed in frustration. “How best to describe it?” She frowned in concentration and bit her lip. “You still have your abilities. But in the future, I believe they will be under your control. You won’t have to worry about giving everyone in the room a case of whiskey-dick when you walk in.”
She raised her hand to her mouth, humming happily as she sucked his cum off of her fingertips. “Oh, that’s good. But think about it, Edward. Think about the good you could do with this. Say that you’ve got a frat party over at Drake. Some incredible prick has spiked a girl’s drink and he is thinking about taking her upstairs.
“Well, if you’re in the house he won’t be able to do anything with his pathetic little cock. And the girl would be safe. Well, safer, at least.” She frowned, considering.
“Yin and Yang is a damn good way to put it. Don’t you see how our gifts complement each other?” She crawled onto his body, unmindful of the squelching sounds as she slipped through his semen. “I have next to no ability to hamper desire. You do.
“We could make one hell of a team.”
He nodded slowly, caught by her idea. “And I would be interested in exploring what you did to my mind with others. If you could heal me, who else is out there waiting? Blue, maybe? Or others like her?
“You might not just be a sexual protector. You might be a healer as well.” He grasped the globes of her ass, pulling her higher until their lips met. She sighed into his mouth as it opened under hers.
“Do you think we can…” He started.
“Do it again?” she responded, eyes twinkling. “Edward, we’re going to do it all fucking night. I am going to fuck you so thoroughly that you will never doubt yourself again.”
Under the influence of her dirty talk, his cock rose again, hardening with almost frightening speed. He sighed happily as it filled with blood, rigid with arousal. Olivia instinctively reached down with one leg, and he shuddered as the silky flesh of her thigh stroked against the sensitive head.
“God, I never knew what I had until it was taken away from me,” he said. His stroking hands found the curves of her breasts, and she melted under his touch. Raising up, her body sticky with the evidence of his passion, she presented her body for his inspection, her hips rocking as his fingers found her nipples.
With gentle pressure on her shoulder, her turned her over until he was on top. He grinned down at her. “Why should you be doing all the work?”
He sat back on his heels, his hands rubbing her legs as she opened for him, her mouth slack with desire. Blinking through tears of happiness, he drank in her body, this wonderfully petite, exquisitely formed woman who somehow found him attractive. He flinched as her hand reached up and stroked his cheek.
“You are desirable, beautiful man,” she said softly, “and worthy of love.” She frowned as he shook his head. “What? Don’t you think that men can be beautiful as well as women?
“God, men are idiots,” she said as her hands drifted from his shoulders to his flat stomach, fingertips playing with the strip of hair that led to his groin. “You will never know, Edward,” she said, “what it feels like to be a woman, and to see a good-looking guy like you.”
“I’m not…” He began.
“You are,” she said fiercely. “And never let anyone say otherwise. We see you, with your slim body and these hips and this nice ass of yours,” he groaned as her clever fingers ran over the parts as she named them. “And we wonder what you look like under the clothes.
“And then we realize that our hungry little pussies are empty,” she said, a look of sadness flitting over her face. He dropped down, braced on his arms, his chest brushing her erect nipples, his rock-hard cock nestled between the folds of her cleft. Her hips slowly began to rock upwards, her lips coating his shaft with her wetness.
“And they are hungry, so hungry for a cock to fill them up. It starts slow. My vag gets wet and starts to pulse in time with my heartbeat. My nipples get hard and start to tingle.” He bent and took one in his mouth and she moaned as his flicking tongue brushed her sensitive bud. She took the other nipple in her hand, fingers pinching hard, and muffled a shriek of ecstasy as his teeth mimicked her move on her other breast. Her head shook from side to side as bolts of pleasure plunged from her tits to her groin.
“And then it really hits. My mouth starts to water. My mouth and my hoo-ha are both hungry. I want to suck a cock and fuck a cock at the same time. My belly aches with want. My clit. Oh, my clit,” she panted as he ground his rod down on her throbbing clitoris. “It grows, and it almost hurts it is aching so badly.
“And above it all is this need to be filled. To have a man’s hot cock inside me.” Her legs spread wide, a deep smile on her face as Edward grasped his phallus and rubbed it along her opening, her juice mingling with the wetness that oozed from his slit. With a panting groan, he grasped the base of his cock and slid inside her, slowly filling her with his stiff organ.
“Yes,” she hissed, eyes dilated with desire as he stopped, his weight firmly on her pubis, pushing her deeper into the soft mattress. He remained there, kissing her mouth, her eyes, her neck, as he reveled in the feeling of her tight wetness clasped around his sex, the tiny flutters of her contracting muscles playing on his rigid phallus. Tears of joy dropped shamelessly from his eyes, dotting the golden skin of her shoulders.
Slowly he withdrew from her, then surged forward, taking joy in the feeling of physical pleasure that he thought he would never feel again. Olivia’s arms wrapped around his back, and her strong, muscled thighs gripped his strongly, her heels digging into the back of his legs as she urged him onward.
“Come on, Edward, fill that hot pussy up. Fill me with your lovely hard cock.” She braced her hands on the headboard, her back arching, her breasts straining upwards. He sucked a nipple into his mouth as he pounded into her, the husky sound of her sexy voice battering at his already shaky self-control.
Olivia writhed on the bed, blessing the gift of her desire with every fiber of her being. Deep within her she felt the force of her orgasm begin to build, faint tremors in the muscles of her stomach. Above her, Edward changed his position slightly, angling his gorgeous shaft so that it rubbed against her swollen clit with each of his long swift strokes. She loosed her grip on his thighs with her legs, letting them sag outwards, lewdly displaying her innermost secrets to his gaze. In response, he buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent deep into his nostrils, his entire being focused on the place where their two bodies joined.
Her belly trembled, heat building in her breasts, her neck, her face. As he plunged into her depths yet again, her climax overtook her and she clutched his back with her nails, leaving red-streaked scrapes in his skin. Her hips snapped up, once, twice, a third time, bucking so forcefully she nearly threw him off her. A thin wail broke from her lips, building to a full-throated shout, wordless with pleasure.
He paused, thinking to draw out her rapture by slowing down, but found her hands dug into his scalp and a pair of eyes glaring fiercely into his own.
“Don’t you lose a stroke, Edward,” she said, even as her sheath clenched on his cock with almost painful intensity. “Don’t you lose a single. Uhh! Damned. Ohhhh! Stroke.” Her head snaked upwards, her mouth opening to kiss him, her tongue plundering his hot depths.
Panting, he pulled away, ignoring her moan of loss as he withdrew from her. His hands gripped her hips, and he turned her over onto her back, one hand pressing down on her spine to keep her flat as he sank into her to the hilt, his flat stomach slapping into the golden curves of her rear as he split her cleft with his rampaging cock. She squeaked happily in surprise at his unexpected boldness, her hands reaching under to her to toy with her throbbing bud.
“Do you like that?” he panted, driven beyond thought by lust. “Do you like being taken from behind like an animal, my cock pounding into you?” He moistened his fingers in his mouth, then let them explore the crevice of her ass, the tips probing at the brown pucker of her anus. His head dipped to her honey-colored shoulder, teeth nipping lightly. He felt the ring of flesh at her sphincter loosen, and slipped a finger gently inside, thrusting in counterpoint to his cock, so that when one was withdrawing, the other was sinking into her channel.
In answer her legs spread wide, giving him all the access he could possibly desire, her ankles hooking around the edge of the mattress, making her achingly vulnerable. He slipped his hands under her, using her breasts as handgrips, clutching them, her hard hot nipples digging into his palms as his cock sawed in and out of her sopping folds.
It was coming. Oh, God, it was coming. His balls were drawing up into his belly, preparing to deliver their load of life-giving semen to her waiting womb.
He pinched his eyes tightly shut, desperate to stave off the moment of completion. One last time, he turned her over, putting them face-to-face once more. He sank into her, and her eyes widened as she saw the expression on his face. Cradling his cheeks in her hands, she drew him down to meet her lips.
“Yes,” she breathed against his mouth, and he felt her core clutch his rod again. His phallus grew inside her, locking muscles increasing his girth, filling her. His hips bucked spastically, driven by instinct, all thought lost but the need to fill his mate with his seed.
Back arching, his orgasm pierced him like a blade, his cock spewing fiery torrents of come deep into her welcoming vessel, her answering climax melding them together. Clutching her shoulders, he screamed in triumph, banishing years of pain in one ecstatic rush of pleasure.
Panting, he dropped to her side, wrapping her in his arms. Whispering words she couldn’t understand, he showered her face in kisses until she giggled and claimed his mouth in a long, deep kiss. She brushed his cheek with her hand, wiping away one final tear as he smiled at her.
“Thank you.”
“No, thank you,” she smiled, snuggling in to his side. Her hand reached down to cuddle his semen-smeared penis. She licked a spot of drool away from her lips as her mouth watered, hungry for his seed. Bending down, she cleaned his shaft with long, slow strokes of her tongue, the taste a delight to her senses.
“Oh, my,” he said.
“Indeed,” she returned, a smug grin on her lips.
As he opened his mouth to reply, a vast awareness enfolded them.
“WELL DONE, CHILDREN. VERY WELL DONE.”
Then it was gone.
“What the hell was that?” stammered Edward.
Olivia’s eyes were wide, the white showing. “I think,” she said, “that our friends just paid us a visit, and that they approve of what just happened.” She swallowed through a throat suddenly gone dry.
“Well,” Edward said, hugging her close, “I agree with it on that score at least.” He gave a small laugh.
“Tell me, Seductress. Who should we try to heal next?”
She smiled slyly and ran her hands over his sweet hard body, groaning as her gift rose up in her once more.
“What do you think of punk rock chicks who don’t want to put out? With blue hair?”
The End?