Spell, Crook and Handle Pt. 04

"Damn, that is something," I said and she smiled at me.

"I will keep this form for a while then," she said. "I can see that is pleases you."

She stood up and sat in my lap. While I knew that she weighed nothing being a projection, the tactile engrams kicked in and I felt her heat and weight. She slipped her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was electric and hungry. She broke the kiss and was panting. I could see the shock and fear in her metallic gold eyes. They were so vibrant and alive.

"Are you okay," I asked and she bit her lower lip.

"I think I climaxed," she said.

"You can do that," I asked and she nodded. "How is that possible?"

"I believe that Master Nick used a machine/brain interface and recorded having sex and other tactile experiences. I believe my reactions are patterned after several young women."

"I have to give him top marks for his dedication to research," I said and Feng giggled.

Gabrielle chose that moment to make an appearance. Feng pouted and vanished. I turned to face her and she had her hands on those luscious hips of hers. I could smell her hunger from here. I stood up and we walked towards one another.

"Do you have any idea how much I missed you," Gabrielle whispered.

"As much as I have missed you," I said smiling.

"Tell me what you want Louis," she said making one of her faces.

"Why," I asked as I took her into my arms and she was trembling.

"I have been in charge for so long. Maybe it's too much to ask but..."

"Shut up and get on your knees," I growled and she followed my order without hesitation. "Now unzip me and get to it."

"Yes Sir," she moaned.

I watched as she unzipped me and took out my cock. It was already mostly erect. Gabrielle licked the head taking the precum with it. Then she opened her mouth and took me between her lips. I dug my fingers into her hair and I felt her moan around me. I made a fist and Gabrielle pulled her head back and began licking the entire length of my cock.

"I missed you so much," she gasped as she licked every inch of me. "I missed THIS so much. Fuck my throat Louis! Thrust that massive cock of yours down my dirty little gullet!"

I grabbed the other side of her head and she opened wide. I watched as she took half of me easily down her throat. I began thrusting as if it were her cunt. I was grunting with each thrust and her eyes rolled up in her head. I saw movement and there was Feng hovering behind Gabrielle. She had her legs spread and her fingers were working her digital pussy and clit. I could hear her moans as she masturbated watching us.

"Fuck her throat Master Louis," she moaned parroting Gabrielle.

I thrust harder than I intended and Gabrielle's eyes looked up at me and there was worship there. I kept up a nice steady rhythm and her tongue and lips made me shiver. I eased out when I couldn't wait any longer. We undressed at a frantic pace and Feng watched unseen by Gabrielle. Once we were naked I snatched the Mistress Inquisitor off her feet, pinned her back to a wall and eased inside of her. My chest crushed her tits as I thrust up and into her.

"Fuck me Master," she cried as I hammered her. "It's been so damn long... UNNNNNN!"

I felt hard nipples press against my back and light butterfly kisses on the side of my neck. I looked over my shoulder and there was Feng molding her body to mine.

"I want to feel like that," she purred. "Her faces are so lewd."

"UNNNNN... you just got bigger inside of me," Gabrielle gasped. "Harder... give it to me... break the fucking wall!"

"She is close to climaxing Master," Feng said her hands cupping my ass cheeks. "You need to bend her over something. I bet she loves it from behind."

"You like being watched," I said and Gabrielle grunted.

"UH HUH... so fucking close," she cried out. "YESSSSSSS!"

Gabrielle shook as she climaxed. I ground against her and Feng massaged my ass as the Inquisitor recovered. I pulled out slowly and turned Gabrielle around to face the wall.

"Stick that ass out," I said in her ear and she eagerly did so. "Do you want my cock again?"

"Yes... Please... YES..." she stammered.

"I love watching you fuck Master," Feng whispered in my ear as I slipped just the tip inside of Gabrielle.

"UNNNNN... more please," she begged.

I fed her a few inches and stopped as Feng rematerialized. She was now lying on top of Gabrielle face up. Her pussy was directly above Gabrielle's. I fought the urge for a second and then curiosity won out. I summoned the dark miracle and eased the second cock into Feng. It felt real. It wasn't close to real, or sort of real, her soaked wet heat felt as good as Gabrielle. I thrust hard into both of them. They began mirroring one another as I fucked them. Their cries blurred together as I hammered them both as hard and fast as I could. I took a little from Gabrielle and she gave it freely.

"I am getting close," I warned them.

"Shoot it inside of me," they said together.

I watched as both women took my cock so damn eagerly. Feng's body shook but she held off until I shot inside of her. She didn't have long to wait. She was cupping her tits and teasing her nipples as I fucked her. I cried out and drove my cocks as deep as they could go. The duo climaxed along with me. I was panting and crying as the emotional damn broke. Feng faded as I pulled out of Gabrielle and she held me.

"I hate crying," I told her.

"You have so much on your shoulders right now," Gabrielle said soothing me. "I will be your shoulder if you will be my secret Master."

"You got it," I said as I buried my face in her hair.

"That last bit was amazing," she purred as she stroked my hair. "I thought that any time you were going to slam your other cock into my ass. But you just teased me with it between my cheeks. When your load hit my back it felt amazing."

"I love making you happy," I said.

"I brought you something back from Rome," she said.

"From Rome," I said and I looked up. "What is it?"

"As a Mistress Inquisitor I have access to the Vatican archive. I brought you a book. I chose it since it had those queer characters you were always looking at."

"You mean the black dome? The cover is written in builder runes... oh this could be... interesting."

I wanted to say dangerous but I didn't want to disappoint her. She was so damn happy. We cleaned up and got dressed. We took the elevator down to the ICU. There one of the other Inquisitors took out a suitcase and handed it to me. I sat off by myself and set the case on my lap. I opened it and stared at the iron bound tome. She had been right. There on the cover were the ancient characters of a not so dead race. I ran my fingers over the runes and translated them. It was a rough translation but it basically read... Eronomicon, the book of erotic magic.

Interlude: Lesson the Second

The man unlocked his front door and walked inside. It had been a long day at work. He walked to the fridge and took out a beer and opened it. He plopped in his comfy leather chair and sipped his beer. It was cold and refreshing. He turned on the television and the news was on. It had been two weeks now since he had dropped the man off at the emergency room and they were still talking about his handiwork. His father had always told him a job well done was its own reward and oh how right he was. Of course this was the same man that would get drunk and do terrible things, terrible things to his children and wife.

"I am glad you are dead you disturbed fucker," the man said to the television. "See dad, they are still talking about my art. You were a fucking butcher but me; I am an artist, a maestro of the flesh. You hear me you bastard, I am a fucking artist!"

The soft whimper from below caught the man's attention. His darkened face lightened and he smiled. He began to get up and stopped. No, I am going to finish my beer and then, only then, would it be time to play. He sang a little tune as he sipped his beer and watched the news.

"I am a fucking legend," he whispered to himself. "I am a shadow. I am coming for you Louis. But I will tear down your life brick by brick before I strike at you. He's making a list... checking it twice... gonna see who's been naughty or nice..."

The man's laughter filled the room and the sound from below ceased.

Fallen, Fouled and Felled:

My dad was making progress after his ordeal. I spent most of my time at the hospital and made friends with the reluctant Inquisitors. They weren't reluctant in their duties; they were reluctant to expand their social circle. I was an outsider but over time and with the plying of simple pleasures of coffee, good food and funny stories. I did it as much from gratitude as I did it because I felt it was the right thing to do.

"Practice time," Leah said from behind me.

I was sitting next to my father's bed. I looked at the clock and it was after midnight. I touched my father's hand and then got up and we headed for the top floor. Leah was carrying a now familiar briefcase that held the spell tome. We rode the elevator up to the top floor listening to 'Black Magic Woman'. A majority of the floor was still under construction. I had learned that someone had passed and their legacy was a huge infusion of cash in the form of a new floor with cutting edge medical treatment for children. Here I was using it to practice erotic spells and incantations.

"Are you sure about this," I asked the Akhkharu. "You freaked out last time."

"I was overwhelmed is all," she said licking her lips. "As long as you take it slow I will be fine."

I opened the case and took out the book. As I found the spell that I had been practicing Leah stripped down. She stood at a large open space we chose for just this spell. I found what I was looking for and nodded. Leah smiled and I began the spell. A light fog appeared and formed a circle around her. It clung to the floor and as I finished the initial portion of the spell a queer green radiance illuminated the fog. I gestured and a slender shadowy tentacle rose from the fog. The thing's thickness ranged from a few inches near the tip to a full foot at the base. I directed its movements and it snaked around her left leg seeking its goal. At my mental command the tip of the tentacle took on a more phallic shape.

She was quivering in anticipation so I decided to make her wait just a little longer. The end of the tentacle sprouted a tongue and began lapping away between Leah's legs. She gasped and glared at me. She had been expecting something else. She growled in frustration but didn't complain. I eased the tongue between her labia and when it found her clit Leah lit up like she had been struck. Her legs that had been quivering were now shaking. I gave into the pleading looks she was giving me. The tentacle drove upward and pierced her to the core.

"Give it to me," Leah moaned as the thing violated her soaked cunt. "Oh shit that feels good!"

"I guess foreplay is dead," I said and she laughed.

"I've been thinking about this all damn day."

I commanded the thing and it began to move in and out of her. I watched her eyes half close and she was moaning softly now. When she gave me the signal I summoned more of the nether limbs. Four more whip-like appendages rose from the fog, wrapped around her wrists and ankles and lifted Leah from the floor. I had them tip her so that so was in more of a seated position. The limbs worked in concert and formed an erotic rhythm. The Akhkharu cried out as her first climax crashed over her. I summoned a second tentacle and it slithered between her breasts and then her lips. Sprouts appeared off the tentacle and pushed her tits together. Wow, what a scene!

She was lost in the effects of the spell and now it was my turn. I invoked the second part of the spell and linked my senses to those of the limbs I had summoned. There was a jolt of pleasure as I joined with it. I took over and repositioned her. I flipped her so that her ass was high in the air and her head towards the floor. I fed lightly from Leah and that kicked her pleasure up to the next level. Two orgasms later Leah was signaling for the final stage of the spell. A third tentacle rose from the fog and eased into her puckered asshole. It was very slow going so that I didn't hurt her. I could actually feel the cock-like tentacles as they moved. The head of the final appendage popped inside her as and we both moaned.

"Oh damn this is fucking amazing," I said as I moved all three limbs in and out of her.

I thought the dark miracle felt good this was a whole new level of intimacy. As I fed Leah climaxed over and over again until she tapped out. I opened my eyes and she was staring into my eyes. Leah had reached her limit. I nodded and went all out. Her eyes went wide and the phantom limbs moved fast and with great force. I felt my orgasms, all three of them, building fast. I didn't try and fight them for Leah's sake.

"I'm coming," I roared and multiple torrents of cum filled Leah.

My knees gave out and I knelt on the hard floor. I looked up and lowered her to her feet. I pulled out and we both groaned. I ended the spell and the tentacles disappeared into the fog and then cloud faded into nothing.

"Damn," I said shaking from so much energy and pleasure.

"You like them damn tentacles don't you," Leah whimpered.

"Complaining," I asked and she shook her head.

"So the spell can create any sort of limbs you can imagine." She said and I nodded. "So they could just be floating cocks?"

"Sure, would you prefer that next time?"

"I am torn. I really like being lifted up and powerless. Maybe we can mix things up?"

"Anything you want," I said and returned the book to the briefcase.

My heart was still tripping in my chest. There were over two hundred spells within those pages and I had barely scratched the surface. They ranged from seduction, sensory overload to summoning sex demons of various powers. I was loathed to dabble in the summoning aspect of the magic. But there were uses I could put them to.

"So how are you feeling," I asked.

"Amazing," she purred. "...Same time tomorrow?"

I returned to my father's side and watched him sleep. The nurse came in to take his vitals and she told me he was doing much better. I watched her leave and wondered what we would do once a safe house was arranged and my father was ready to travel. I was afraid for him and everyone in my life. I woke with that fear and when I closed my eyes to sleep it was there waiting for me. I have been plagued by nightmares since I recovered the Hearth of Ashurbanipal but this is somehow deeper and more intimate. I could take care of myself but could I protect the ones I loved? I had to. I closed my eyes and tried to relax.

"Someone's been busy," my aunt Mara said in my ear. "You have that freshly fucked look. Who's the lucky girl?"

"Does it matter," I asked and she chuckled.

"It wasn't me," she said. "That eliminates one woman in your life."

"You are a strange bird, you know that?"

"I get that quite often," she admitted. "Mind if I take a seat?"

"Go ahead," I said not expecting her to plop down in my lap.

"Aunt Mara what are you doing," I asked as she ground her ass against me.

"I wanted to get a feel for how big you are, color me curious," she moaned as I leaned close and whispered in her ear. "Really, no shit, hmmm I think I could handle you. I've been practicing with dildos for years now. My gag reflex is almost nonexistent now."

"You just don't quit," I said and she smiled.

"He is going to be okay. Your dad is a tough old bird."

"So did you ever meet the other one? My sperm donor, the guy mom had her fling with."

"No, but she described him pretty vividly. I could narrow down a line up if that helps."

"Why is it so important to you?"

"He ruined your mother," Mara said. "He left so deep an impression that she still has dreams about him."

We talked about this mystery man for a little while longer but she kept grinding against me. She was relentless and I had mixed feelings about that. She started listing off sex acts to gauge my reaction. I wondered how far she was really willing to go. Was she teasing me out of some sick satisfaction or did she really want more? I placed my hands around her waist and she froze. I grabbed some of her pleated skirt and began to slowly pull it up revealing her thighs. Mara was panting now and looked over her shoulder at me. The last of the skirt was in my hands and I lifted it up so I could see. My aunt wasn't wearing any panties. Her naked cunt was neatly trimmed and her labia was wet.

"You called my hand," Mara moaned. "No panties and a wet pussy, what now?"

"What do you want from me Mara," I asked and reached between her legs.

She spread her legs so I could get at her easier. Her breath was faster now as she swallowed hard. I pulled her pussy lips apart and she whimpered. I repeated my question and she begged me to fuck her.

"Let me lift up and impale my pussy on your cock," she moaned switching to Spanish. "I need to feel you inside of me."

"If I do that, I will mark you the way my donor marked your sister," I growled in her ear.

"I... don't... care..." she replied. "Just fucking stick that fat cock of yours inside of me!"

I reached further and unzipped my pants. Mara took over and freed me. She lifted up and took me in hand. I felt her pussy lips brushing against the head. Then she was wrapping around me slowly. There I was with my Aunt sitting on my cock in my dad's hospital room. She couldn't move much but she could squeeze me with her pussy muscles. Mara rocked a little and worked me expertly.

"You've done this before," I growled in her ear.

"You bet I have," she moaned. "I knew you would hit the deepest part of me. You are making me melt from the inside out. Did you know my sister and I used to swap places all the time?"

"Yeah," I said as a figure stood in the doorway.

"What the hell are you doing sis," Mara said. "Why are you fucking your son?"

My eyes snapped open and there was light streaming in. I looked around but there no sign of Mom or Mara. I glanced down and I was still all zipped up. It was just a dream. Damn, that was intense! I needed a shower, coffee and clean clothes. I got up and left my sleeping father. Gabrielle was outside still asleep in the uncomfortable chair. I needed coffee and bad. I headed for the elevator and mom was standing there with a strange expression on her face. The elevator arrived and we took it down to the lobby. She looked at me and blushed.

"You too huh," I said.

"Me too what," she asked.

"Strange dream," I told her and she blushed an even deeper red. "What did you dream about?"

"Aunt Mara climbing into my lap and seducing me," I said being strangely blunt.

"Oh, you should probably talk to her," Mom suggested. "Maybe she'll leave you alone after that."

"Maybe, but in the dream at the end, it wasn't Mara but you in my lap," I said. "Strange huh?"

"Yeah," she said so soft I barely heard it.

The door opened and we walked to the cafeteria. Was it the fact that I was under so much stress that I was no longer able to hold the little shit in anymore? I preferred her knowing that I dreamt about her than her getting hurt by the crazy fucker that tortured dad.

"So what did you dream about," I asked and she mumbled something. "Huh?"

"I dreamt about you," she admitted. "In my dream I pretended to be Mara so I could seduce you."

"What a coincidence," I said and she shook her head.

"I've been dreaming about you for a while now. There is this man in a mask but I know it's you."

"You must be missing me," I said and she agreed.

"They were all sex dreams. It's not easy saying this but considering the situation. You do things to please me like no man I've ever been with. I wake up sore like I've actually had sex. This morning was no different. I woke up soaked and aching, liked I've had sex. How do you explain that?"