Just a story idea I've had bouncing around my head for awhile.
Part 1- The Beginning
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"What's this", James Wilson asked as he noticed a strange email in his inbox. It was from someone named " Ava Rice", a name he didn't recognize, and the subject line simply read "A Choice". "What the hell", he thought, opening the email; the worst thing that could happen would be that his computer would get a virus from it and he was pretty confident he could remove the virus, if it came to that.
The email was written in a strange font, one that James didn't recognize; the background was solid black, with flames around the borders. "Someone likes to be dramatic", he thought as he began reading. "Are you tired of feeling like a loser? Are you sick of seeing good things go to those far less deserving than yourself? Would you like the power to take control of your life, your destiny? If you answered yes to to any of these, then click here." A large green button was directly underneath the text. "Beware, choosing this may have unintended consequences, which the manufacturer claims no responsibility for."
James stared at the words for several moments, trying to figure out if this was a joke or not. It sounded like a scam, like one of those emails where they promised a product to enlarge your dick, but the wording was just different enough to interest him. "There's no way this is real", he thought as he hovered his mouse icon over the button, "so what harm can there be in clicking on it?"
As he tapped the button, the words in the email vanished, replaced by a blank line with the word "Electronic Signature" next to it. There were no other lines for information, nowhere to put his address, phone number, or social security number, so he felt pretty confident that, if this this was a scam, there was no way for whoever sent it to track him down. Nevertheless, he wasn't a complete idiot; he only typed in his first name, then clicked the "done" link that had appeared. The background changed once more, this time revealing an attractive, scantily clad woman who seemed to be looking at him through the monitor. "Our pact is complete", she said, then she vanished, as did the entire email.
"What the fuck", James thought as he searched his inbox; yet no trace of the strange email remained, as if it had never existed in the first place. "If that was supposed to be a joke, it wasn't funny", he thought, puzzled over the whole thing. However, he didn't have any more time to consider it, as his break was nearly over. Mentally filing this under things he didn't understand, he closed his email and pulled up his work program.
The last several hours of the workday passed quickly, as James stared at rows and columns of numbers, trying to help balance the financial accounts of his firm's clientele. Stretching as he leaned back in his chair, he happened to spy Kelly walking past rows of cubicles and he groaned. Just the sight of her pissed him off, ever since she had stolen that promotion that he had been hoping for. It had been his for the taking, practically a guaranteed thing, when she swooped in and pulled it out from under him. It was commonly believed that she was sleeping with the floor supervisor and this just cemented the idea in his head. However, he had no proof, so he couldn't very well go to the board about it.
With a sigh, he realized she was walking toward him, a cruel smirk on her face. "Too bad she's such a bitch", he thought, as he took in her attractive figure. Her long, dark hair hung down her back, starkly contrasting her pale skin; her large breasts, constantly straining against the professional blouses she wore, sitting just atop a perfectly trim waist; and, as James well knew from many hours staring at her walking away, she possessed an ass that seemed to defy time and gravity. Even though Kelly was in her late thirties, she had a body that most younger women envied.
"James", she said as she reached his cubicle, her tone dripping with condescension, "are you finished with the Peterson file?" "Almost", he said, trying not to let his resentment creep into his voice as he saw her roll her eyes. "Well, hurry up", she demanded. "I need that file by the end of the day." As she turned to walk away, James couldn't help but mutter, "Go fuck yourself", under his breath so that she couldn't hear him.
Suddenly, she stopped moving and James cursed in his mind. "Shit, she must have heard me", he thought, knowing that she had been waiting to catch him fucking up, just so she could write him up. However, she didn't put on that cruel smile and tell him to go to her office. Rather, her expression changed, to one that James didn't recognize, and she walked over and sat on his desk.
"What are you", he started to ask, but she held a finger to her lips. "Shh", she said, with a glance that he would have sworn was coy, if he didn't know better; then she leaned back against the wall of his cubicle and began running her hands over her body. James' eyes grew wide as he watched Kelly's hands roaming her torso, stopping at the huge mounds on her chest and squeezing. A lewd moan escaped her lips as she kneaded her own tits, closing her eyes and seeming to lose herself in the moment.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing; Kelly was a bitch, but she'd always been a professional. Now, though, she was acting like a horny teenager, unable to control her urges. She undid several of the buttons on her blouse, allowing the bra within to be exposed. Her large breasts heaved against the lacy fabric, clearly showing her arousal as she continued to grasp and squeeze the mounds of flesh.
Her performance was punctuated with constant moans, which reached a new pitch when she pulled down her bra, completely baring her tits to James and everyone else who could see, and she pinched her own nipples. The squeals of pleasure that she produced caused everyone nearby to look at what was happening; they all looked at James for an explanation, but he had none. "I have no idea what she's doing", he said, but he knew none of them believed him.
Kelly wasn't helping matters; in fact, she made things worse as she pulled a hand away from her breast, ran it down her body, and lifted her skirt, showing off the lacy, blue panties underneath. With the lewdest sound she had yet made emanating from her lips, she began to rub the front of her panties, where a very damp spot was becoming increasingly visible. "Just how far is she going to take this", James wondered, although he knew she had already irreparably damaged her reputation.
Kelly didn't seem to mind though, lost in a fog of lust, as she was; she rubbed her panty-clad mound with more intensity as she again tweaked her nipple. A cry of pure ecstasy escaped her lips then, along with a small trickle of liquid from her underwear. The liquid ran down her legs and dripped onto the floor, but the scent of it was strong and unmistakable. "Pussy juice", James thought as he watched Kelly continue to rub her cunt. He knew that, for juices to be leaking out of her pussy, she had to be on the very verge of orgasm.
Kelly groaned ever louder as she released her breast, reached down and pulled her panties aside, then plunged two fingers into her wet cunt; her digits squelched as they drove in and out of her hungry twat, the sound overpowered only by the increasing volume of the cries of pleasure her mouth was making. Suddenly, she arched her back and shoved her fingers deep inside her pussy; her eyes rolled back and she let out a scream of rapture as juices flowed freely from her hole.
"Holy fuck", James thought as he watched Kelly's orgasm rack her body with wave after wave of pleasure, her juices smearing his desk as her cunt kept producing them in copious amounts. Finally, after several moments, Kelly slid her fingers from her pussy and looked around, as if she had only just then realized that there were other people around. Her eyes, quickly filling with shame and horror, took in her state of undress and her cheeks blazed crimson red. Without a word, she immediately got off of James' desk and, shoving through the crowd of onlookers, rushed to her office and locked the door.
***
Two hours later, his mind still filled with images of Kelly on his desk, James knocked on her office door; the file she had been wanting was in his hands. After her show earlier, it had taken awhile to convince everyone else that he had had nothing to do with it. He was sure some of them still didn't believe him, which he didn't blame them for; after all, if he had walked up to someone's cubicle and witnessed that, he would have assumed they were involved too. Finally, after he had gotten everyone to leave his work area, he had gotten paper towels from the restroom and wiped his desk clean of Kelly's juices. "Not", he thought with a smile, "Without tasting them first."
The flavor of her nectar was sweet and tart at the same time; a flavor that he couldn't identify, but that caused a hunger to grow inside of him to taste it again, perhaps from the source. And the image of Kelly's tits, so large and firm, her nipples prominent peaks atop her glorious mounds; her pussy, the hole completely smooth, with a small trimmed bush resting atop it. Those images filled his mind and fueled the fire he felt growing in his loins.
"Who is it", Kelly called out and James could hear the hesitation and embarrassment in her voice. He knew that several people had already stopped by her office since her show and he was sure most of them had given her a hard time about it. Part of him wanted to also, but something told him that would be a bad idea right now. "It's James", he said. "I have the Peterson file." "Come in", she said, her voice timid and unsure, especially compared to how she usually sounded.
He walked in, closing the door behind himself, and saw that Kelly couldn't even meet his glance. She stayed intentionally focused on the computer screen in front of her, even as he set the file on her desk. As he turned to leave, he heard "That's it?" "What", he asked, turning around and seeing that she still hadn't looked away from the monitor. "You're just going to drop off the file and leave? You're not going to ask about what happened or make fun of me or show me the video you took with your phone", she said, the pain obvious in her voice.
"Damn, I should have thought of that", he thought; if he'd recorded the event, he'd be able to watch it later when he jerked off. "I figured you were probably embarrassed enough, without me adding to it", he said and Kelly finally looked up at him; it was clear she had spent a lot of time crying in the past several hours. "You're the only one who seems to feel that way", she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Everyone else seems intent on humiliating me further."
"Maybe", he said, hesitantly, "they wouldn't feel that way if you weren't so hard on everyone. Ever since you got your promotion, you've been lording it over us and most people are sick of it." "I know", she said with a sigh. "The power went to my head and I turned into a bitch. I can't act like that now though; hell, I don't even know if I'll have a job tomorrow, after that display I put on." "I doubt you'll get fired", James said. "You'll probably get wrote up, but not fired. After all, who's really going to complain about a sexy show like that?"
Kelly gave him a strange look, one that he didn't recognize, studying him intently. "Well, I'm glad someone enjoyed it", she said, with a hint of a smile playing at her lips. After a moment, she said, "if I get to keep my job, I'll try to be nicer to you." "Thanks", he said and then left her office.
***
Part 2- After Work
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As James entered his home, he saw his wife, Ashley, standing there, waiting for him. "How was work", she asked, her tone strange and immediately putting him on the defensive. "Fine", he answered, having learned long ago to give short answers until he discovered what it was that was bothering her. "Anything interesting happen today", she asked and his mind immediately flashed back to Kelly. "Why do you ask", he said and she held out her phone, which was paused on a video that very clearly showed Kelly, pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy, sitting on James' desk.
"What the fuck", she said, anger clearly rising in her voice. "Trust me, you don't have to worry about Kelly", he said, knowing the words would have no effect on his wife. She had always been the jealous type and constantly accused him of cheating or wanting to cheat. He had forgotten, much to his irritation, that her friend Lisa, also worked at his job and Lisa wouldn't have hesitated to tell Ashley what had happened that day.
He watched as Ashley prepared to yell at him, then a sudden change overcame her. Her face calmed and her posture became more peaceful. "Alright dear", she said, surprisingly sweetly and then came over and kissed him on the cheek. "I trust you completely. Now, what would you like for dinner?"
The shift in her tone shocked him, rendering him speechless. Never before had she just stopped being angry like that, and part of him suspected this change in mood was some kind of trap that would spring when he least suspected it. However, he had no idea what to do about it now, so he tried to focus on the question she had asked. "How about those steaks in the freezer?" "Yes, dear", she said and sauntered off toward the kitchen.
"What the fuck", he wondered as he headed toward his bedroom to shed his work clothes and change into something more comfortable. As he walked down the hall, he saw that his daughter, Ellie, was laying on her bed, her schoolbooks spread out around her. He also saw that she was on her phone, probably on social media. He cleared his throat and entered the room, causing her to jerk in surprise and look at him. "How's the studying going", he asked, letting his tone make her aware that he had caught her wasting time.
"Just taking a break, daddy", she said, trying to sound innocent as she laid her phone down, but he wasn't buying it. "Where's your sister", he asked. "Jessie is at Rachel's house", Ellie answered, hoping her father had moved on from inquiring about her studies. James just nodded; Jessica was a good student and never got into trouble, so she was allowed quite a bit of freedom by him and his wife. She usually spent her afternoons with one friend or another, but her grades never suffered, so he didn't see the harm.
He turned back to Ellie and motioned toward the books. "Make sure this break doesn't last too long", he said and turned to leave, but not before a shocking image entered his mind. Ellie was laying on her bed, wearing a t-shirt with some celebrity on the front and those ridiculously short shorts that girls her age seemed to wear all the time. He stared at her ass and imagined her bending over in front of him, those shorts stretching tight over her firm rump. It had been years since he had felt a nice, firm ass, since long before his marriage, and he was suddenly filled with a desire to feel something young and tight pressed against him.
He shook his head to clear away the disturbing thoughts, shocked at himself. He had never thought about his daughter in such a way before and considered people who did things like that to be perverts and creeps. However, he couldn't deny the erection that was tenting his pants. "What the fuck is wrong with me", he thought as he left Ellie's room, his daughter already returning to her studies.
Realizing that his dick wasn't getting soft any time soon, he decided to take a cold shower before changing clothes and altered his course toward the bathroom. After quickly stripping and stepping into the shower, he felt relief flood him as the shockingly cold water pelted against his skin. "This is definitely what I needed to clear my head", he thought. "Too much weird shit has happened today. First Kelly, then Ashley, and now my own mind is acting weird."
As he thought back, his mind again filled with thoughts of Ellie; this time she was once again bent over in front of him, however she was completely nude. He imagined her perfectly tight pussy and asshole, completely smooth and untouched; her pert little tits sticking off of her chest, her nipples standing at attention. Despite the chilly temperature of the water, he felt his dick growing even harder. He tried to force the image out of his mind, but couldn't get rid of the image of Ellie, her lips parting to beg him to "Take me, daddy".
"If only I could", he said, surprising himself by admitting to his own depraved desires. "Fuck it", he said, shutting the flow of water off and grabbing a towel and heading toward the bedroom. He shut the door to his room and dropped the towel, heading toward his dresser to grab clean clothes. The sound of the bedroom door opening surprised him and he quickly turned around, a pair of boxers in his hand. To his shock, Ellie stood there, her eyes laser-locked onto his stiff cock.
He quickly moved the underwear down to cover his erection as his cheeks burned with embarrassment. "What are you doing in here", he exclaimed, louder than he meant to. "You're supposed to knock first." "Sorry, daddy", Ellie said, although her face showed no remorse at all; rather, her eyes were lit with a hunger that shocked James. "I have a problem and I needed your help", she said, her tone sweet as she entered the bedroom.
Thinking quickly, James stepped into his closet, put on the boxers, which at least afforded him a modicum of dignity, then stepped back out. "This problem couldn't wait until I was dressed", he asked and Ellie shook her head. "No, daddy", she said and sat down on the end of his bed. "What is it, then", he asked, sitting in a chair a few feet from the bed. "I'm not pretty", she said, shocking James. "That's why none of the boys at school like me. They all go after the other girls, who have bigger boobs and have done, um, stuff."
James couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Where is this coming from", he wondered. Ellie may have gotten into trouble from time to time, but she always seemed so confident, so sure of herself. "Baby, you're very pretty", he said, feeling a need to comfort his daughter, so he moved over beside her. "And, I promise, there are boys who like you." "No, there aren't", Ellie said insistently, standing and moving a few paces away. Without another word, she yanked her shirt over her head, baring her breasts to her father.
"My boobs are too small", she said, looking sadder than he had ever seen before. "None of the boys look at me, because all of my friends are so much more experienced." James eyes grew as wide as saucers as he stared at his daughter's perfect, perky tits; the soft, yet firm mounds of flesh, with the hard pebble nipples sticking out. They were even better looking than he had imagined. "Trust me, honey, any boy with a brain would love your boobs."
A hopeful smile crossed Ellie's face as she looked at her father. "You think I could turn a guy on?" "Most definitely", James answered, shifting as his dick, rock hard and raging to be free, strained against the fabric of his boxers. "Is that", Ellie asked, looking hungrily toward her father's crotch, "because of me?" James could only nod dumbly, not trusting his voice. "Can I see it", Ellie asked, stepping closer and looking James directly in the eye.
"That, um", James said, stumbling over the words, before forcing himself to remember that he was better than this. "That wouldn't be appropriate, baby. I'm your dad, after all." Ellie pouted and turned away, but not before she gave him an arousingly coy look. "How about now", she asked and, in one move, slipped her fingers into the hem of her shorts, bent down, and pushed them, along with her panties, down to her ankles.
James groaned audibly as his daughter's pussy came into view; her lips, no more than a slit, never touched by anyone; the small mound of dark hair that sat above her virgin hole; and, in the center of her perfect ass, her tight, undefiled asshole. "Fuck me, daddy, and show me how pretty I am", Ellie said, spreading her legs so he could get an even better view. Even from several feet away, he could see the glistening moisture on her cunt, telling him that his daughter was just as turned on as he was.
He suddenly found himself standing and moving closer to the nubile young beauty before him, her words and body begging him to take her. His hand reached out and he ran his fingers over the curve of her firm ass, down to her pure, wet slit. He traced the outline of her cunt, knowing that he would be the first to sample its pleasure.
He positioned himself behind her, sliding his boxers down and freeing his raging hard-on from its confines. He rubbed the tip of his dick up and down his daughter's moist gash, unable to believe that he was about to defile his own little girl. Suddenly, he heard, "Dinner's ready", and it was as if the spell that was holding him broke.
He stepped back and stared down at Ellie, wondering what could have ever possessed him to act like this. "Get dressed, baby, and don't say a word about this to mom", he said and hurriedly grabbed his boxers. He saw the confused look on Ellie's face and just hoped that he hadn't caused irreparable damage with his actions. She meekly grabbed her clothes and put them back on, then hurried from the room. He banged his forehead against the wall and sighed. "Fuck", he said, then got dressed and headed toward the kitchen.
***
Part 3- That Night
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James sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed; dinner had been uncommonly quiet and awkward tonight, a fact that hadn't escaped his wife's notice. "What's wrong, honey", she had asked Ellie, whose cheeks were bright red with embarrassment. Thankfully, Ashley had been too preoccupied with whatever was going on with Ellie to look at James; if she had, she would have seen the guilt written clearly on his face. The only one who acted normal throughout the meal was Jessica, who kept her mother up-to-date on the latest gossip from Rachel.
"What the fuck am I going to do", James asked himself as he heard his wife open the bedroom door and, he presumed, begin walking toward their bedroom. He knew that what had almost happened with Ellie was wrong and he just hoped that what did occur didn't leave her with some kind of permanent psychological damage. However, he had no idea how to go about fixing the situation, nor what he could do to prevent a similar situation from arising in the future.
He glared down at his dick, momentarily hating it. "This is all your fault", he said. "You got all turned on by Kelly and then your own daughter and I almost crossed a line that can't be uncrossed." He laid back on the bed and went over and over the craziness of the day and came to a conclusion. "I need to get off", he muttered. "Then maybe I could think clearly." He contemplated asking Ashley to give him a blow job, but he knew she never would. She hadn't done so in years, since before their daughters were born. "I wish she would though", he admitted, remembering how good she had been at performing oral sex. She had been one of the most popular girls on his college campus and every guy he knew was jealous that he had been able to make her his girlfriend.
He looked up as he heard the bedroom door open and saw Ashley, wrapped in nothing but a towel, her hair still damp from a fresh washing. "Goddamn, she looks amazing", he thought as he looked up and down his wife's figure. She was about average height, standing at five feet, four inches tall; her wavy black hair hung just past her shoulders, normally bouncing whenever she walked. Her breasts, a little less perky than they used to be, were still full, large mounds, peaked with large areolas and puffy nipples; her stomach and waist were fit, for the most part, thanks to the gym membership they had, which she took advantage of at least three times a week; and her firm, full ass looked even better than it had when she was younger and lead down to the sexiest pair of legs he had ever seen.
His dick responded immediately as he thought of his wife, becoming rock hard and straining against the thin fabric of his boxers. Ashley smiled at him and walked over, in what he would swear was a sexy motion. "Is that because of little, old me", she asked, indicating his erection. He merely nodded and she smiled again. "Good", she said and dropped the towel, letting him see the full gloriousness of her body. He groaned as his dick grew even more rigid, especially when his eyes traveled to her freshly shaved pussy.
She seemed to quite enjoy his reaction, which was very unusual these days; sex, for them, was infrequent and usually didn't last long, just enough to scratch the itch. Then she did something he never thought he would see again; she knelt at the edge of the bed and pulled his boxers down, freeing his raging cock from its prison. "Such a massive toy deserves to be played with", she said coyly, wrapping her hands around his shaft and beginning to stroke his length.
He moaned as he felt her hands slide up and down his dick and was surprised. "Did my dick get bigger, or has it just been too long since I saw her holding it", he wondered, but he kept his thoughts to himself. Ashley moaned as she stroked his cock with one hand, letting the other travel down to massage and fondle his balls. Then she leaned forward and, ever so teasingly, ran her tongue over the swollen head.
"Fuck", he moaned and he saw her smile, then continue running her tongue over his rod; down one side of his rod and up the other traveled her tongue, stopping at the bottom to tease his balls. After she had coated every inch of his cock with her saliva, Ashley leaned even further forward and took his dickhead into her mouth. He moaned and almost shot his load right then, as she formed an airproof suction with her lips, but he forced himself to hold out. It had been too long since he had experienced this and he was going to be damned if he let it end early because he couldn't control himself.
Ashley began sliding her mouth up and down his hard, thick shaft, her tongue teasing his flesh as she did and soon, far sooner than he'd thought, he felt her gagging. Even when regular blow jobs used to be a part of their relationship, she had never enjoyed gagging and had never deepthroated him. Therefore, he was extremely, pleasantly surprised when she kept going, despite gagging. In fact, if he was judging the look in her eyes correctly, she seemed to be more turned on than he ever recalled.
"What the fuck", he thought, confused but delighted by his wife's new attitude toward sucking his dick. Soon, her nose was buried in the soft, curly hair above his shaft and, if he looked down, he could see her throat bulging around his swollen meat. That was more than he could take and he hurlted over the edge of oblivion, letting out a loud groan as spurts of cum erupted from his cock and shot straight into his wife's belly.
She didn't just sit there and swallow it though; instead, she pulled back and grabbed his shaft, letting the thick, hot ropes of jizz splatter all over her face, in her hair, and on her large breasts. When he finally felt his body calm down and the torrent of cum ceased, he watched as Ashley began licking the sensitive head of his dick, slurping up every drop of cum that stayed on his shaft.
To his utter surprise, he was still rock hard, a feat he had thought impossible at his age. Ashley didn't seem like she wanted to waste it and jumped on the bed beside him, getting on all fours and arching her back. "Fuck me like I'm your own personal slut", she said, the filthiness of her words driving him crazy. Without hesitating, he got on the bed behind her, lined his cock up with her dripping wet hole and shoved his meat inside.
Her cunt gripped him tighter than he remembered and, as he repeatedly slammed his hard shaft into her hole, she cried out as orgasm after orgasm rocked her body. He felt her tight cunt spasm around his shaft and, after several minutes of fucking her like he hadn't fucked her in years, he exploded once more. The load that he dumped inside her quivering snatch felt just as huge as the one that had painted her face, which he didn't think was possible.
As he finished filling his wife's womb, James felt exhaustion beginning to overtake him and he fell onto his side, holding Ashley as he fell asleep.
***
James' eyes darted open and he sat up, suddenly finding himself in an unfamiliar place. At least, he assumed he'd opened his eyes, as he'd meant to do just that. But he was in utter darkness, so complete that he couldn't see his hand when he held it in front of his face. "What the fuck", he said, panic beginning to clutch at him. "Oh, do calm down", said the sexiest voice he'd ever heard and a light appeared behind him.
James quickly stood and turned around to see a chair, more like a throne, surrounded by writhing flames. The throne appeared to be made of satin, with a strange type of metal forming the structure holding it together. And on the throne sat an extremely gorgeous woman, one who looked very familiar. As he stared at her, James realized that it was the woman who had appeared just before that strange email had vanished this afternoon.
"It's you", he said and he saw her smirk, then roll her eyes. "The way you mortals grasp the obvious always astounds me", she said sarcastically, her voice more sensual than any he had ever heard. "Although, it did surprise me how long it took you to take advantage of your gift." "What gift", James asked, perplexed and trying not to stare at her body, which was barely concealed by the gown she wore. She stood and walked down the few steps in front of the throne, until she was standing directly in front of him. "The gift you were granted when you entered into the pact", she said, circling him and looking him up and down appraisingly.
It took him a moment to realize what she meant; then he remembered that that word, "pact", had been used at the end of the email. "What exactly is this pact", he asked, eyeing her suspiciously as she returned to her position in front of him. "You were given the gift of being able to make your life exactly what you want it to be", she said. "Didn't you notice people around you acting out of character, after you had expressed your desires?"
James thought back and, like a bolt of lightning, everything about this strange day began to make sense. He had told Kelly to "go fuck yourself" and she had immediately began masturbating; he'd told Ashley she had nothing to worry about and she calmed down; he'd wished that he could act on his disturbing fantasy about Ellie and she had offered herself to him. And, to top it off, Ashley had given him the best blow job she'd ever performed, and then proceeded to fuck him, after he'd wished it were so.
"Holy fuck", he said. "Are you saying that I can make anyone do anything I want?" The woman simply nodded in response. He thought about the potential of this gift, but then a nagging thought entered his mind. A pact was a kind of agreement, a contract; so why would this woman, this being with apparently incredible power, give him this ability? "And what, exactly, do you get out of this pact", he asked and he saw a smile on her lips.
"The satisfaction of seeing exactly what a mortal man, like yourself, will do with that kind of power", she said, but he gave her a doubting look. With a smirk, she snapped her fingers and her appearance changed; her clothing disappeared completely, her skin took on a dark red hue, and a pair of wings sprouted from her shoulder blades, along with a pointed tale that seemed to begin at a point just above her ass. "To put it bluntly", she said, "My kind feed on the souls of mortals. I discovered a long time ago that it was far easier to give someone a gift, than to forcibly remove their soul."
James gulped as he stared at her, although his dick was rock hard; despite her inhuman appearance, she was extraordinarily beautiful, and his body was responding accordingly. "So, in return for this gift, you get my soul when I die", he asked and she nodded. "Along with other things", she said and came closer, then slid down his body until she was on her knees. She snapped her fingers again and he was instantly nude, his rock hard cock standing at attention. "When I saw how you first used, although quite by accident, your gift, I decided to give this a little upgrade", she said and wrapped a hand around his rigid pole.
James gasped as her voluptuous lips surrounded his dickhead, her mouth far warmer than any mortal woman's. She easily slid her head back and forth along his length, his shaft burying itself in her throat again and again. Meanwhile, her taloned fingers played with his balls, the sharp points of her nails providing pleasurable pain that coursed through him. After several minutes, she pulled her mouth off of his dick, a loud pop sounding.
"Lay back", she commanded and he hurriedly obeyed, eagerly anticipating what looked like the tightest cunt he'd ever seen. She surprised him though, as she straddled his waist. Instead of positioning his cock at the entrance to her wet snatch, she moved it back to her puckered asshole, then slowly began to impale herself. He moaned loudly as he felt her impossibly tight sphincter gripping his rod like a second skin. "Holy fuck", he cried and she smirked down at him as she began to ride him.
"Trust me, there's nothing even remotely holy going on here", she said, moaning and gasping as his dick filled her hole again and again. He moaned loudly as her tight rectum squeezed his dick like a vise, as if desperate to milk it of every drop of precious cum it contained. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of pleasure, he felt pressure rising in his balls and, thrusting up to meet her downward slide, exploded inside her asshole. He groaned, a deep, primal sound escaping his lips, as he pumped spurt after spurt of seed deep into her bowels.
"Fuck", he moaned as he lay there, watching with amazement as she climbed off of his pole and began licking and sucking his cock clean. Once she was finished, she stood and looked down at him. "I do so love mortal men", she said, an impish grin on her face. "So eager and willing to give me what I want. However, the night is quickly fading and it's time for you to awaken." Without saying another word, she snapped her fingers and she, along with the throne, vanished into the darkness.
Suddenly James' eyes shot open and he quickly realized that he was in his bed, Ashley lying next to him. He smiled as he looked at her; he knew, somehow, that that experience had been more than a dream. It had to be real, for it was the only way to explain all the strangeness that occurred yesterday. He sighed contentedly as he looked up at the ceiling, holding his nude wife in his arms. "I can make anyone do anything I want", he thought and he realized that he was very much looking forward to today. It held such great potential, after all.
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