Definitely Correct That!

Chapter by Hellexia

Taking your silence as an answer, Naamah started by waving her stolen hand through the air. A second later, to your shock, your jeans were unzipped and unbuttoned, down around your ankles. The boxers that should've been beneath them were, instead, in the hand that Naamah had just waved before, with a huff, Naamah tossed them over her shoulder, the article of clothing landing directly on the shirt that, somehow, had teleported over there without you noticing.

"How did-" You started to say, only to cut yourself off as Naamah snapped her fingers and, in an instant, her stolen body was nude, her clothes neatly folded up on the nearby bench. "...How...?"

"A parlor trick, really." Naamah answered, calmly placing a single finger against your chest and gently, yet firmly, pushing you down onto the bench. "Now... let's see how Djamila will handle this... situation, shall we?" Naamah cooed, licking her lips as she draped her arms over your shoulders and began lowering herself onto you. Suddenly, however, Naamah froze, her eyes blinking several times before staring into yours. Immediately, her cheeks turned red, her head bashfully turning to the side to break off the eye contact.

"I... I'm... a bit nervous, Nick..." Djamila, obviously Djamila, whimpered under her breath. Gulping, Djamila slowly shut her eyes before, without warning, she finished lowering herself. Immediately, her body tensed up, her lips slamming shut and quivering as her virgin womanhood conformed to the shape of your member. "It's... I didn't think it'd be... this hot..." Djamila panted, clinging tightly to the back of your neck before, with a little whimper, she locked lips with you.

As if your body was on autopilot, it started to move without any of your conscious thought. Your tongue danced around Djamila's, your hips bucking upwards whenever they seemed to feel like it. Your hands squeezed her ass, sinking into the soft flesh, and held her in place whenever your hips fired off a rapid-fire series of thrusts upwards. Her massive breasts bounced and jiggled with each and every movement, softly pressing against your chest whenever she needed to make the kiss just that much deeper.

Djamila tensed up, her busy mouth letting out a series of rapid, breathy gasps just as you realized how close you were to your limit. Wordlessly, she refused to allow you to cum anywhere but inside her, clinging to you tighter, pressing her entire weight against you and locking her legs against your back. Her eyes, more than a little watery, peeked open and locked with yours, as if she was checking to make sure you hadn't, somehow, ran off at some point. Then, just as your manhood reached its absolute limit, staining her depths with a white coat of biological paint, her eyes slammed completely shut once more and a little tremor traveled up the length of her body.

"N-Nick..." Djamila moaned, burying her face into your chest as she tried to catch her breath. "I-I... I didn't think it... would feel good the first time. Am... am I a slut because it did? Nick, am I... even normal?" She asked, her voice wavering as her hands pawed at your upper back, as if to constantly check if you were still there.

"Djamila, you're-" You started to say, before Djamila suddenly burst out laughing, the cat-like pupils having returned to her eyes.

"How was my acting?" Naamah, obviously Naamah, chuckled, grinding her stolen body against yours. "I took back over just after you 'finished up' inside her. Oh, which... don't worry about her getting pregnant or anything." She chuckled, hopping up and down a bit. "And... I'll make sure her memories are perfect, so don't worry about that either!"

"What do... what's gonna happen to her memories?" You asked, shuddering as Naamah slid off of you and stood up, stretching her stolen body.

"Well, we can't leave Djamila with these 'black-outs', can we?" Naamah giggled, tapping a finger against the side of her stolen head. "Whenever I slink back to the back of her mind, I make sure she 'remembers' what I did when I was in control. Not exactly, of course. Like... I can't have her know about the 'parlor trick' I did earlier, with the clothes. So..." Naamah paused, letting out a quiet grunt before grinning and opening her stolen eyes once more. "You stripped first, and then Djamila did a little strip show for you, as far as she knows."

"That... makes sense, I guess..." You muttered, pursing your lips together as Naamah paraded her nude, stolen body around the locker room. "Isn't she gonna question why she did that?"

"Hm? Good point." Naamah murmured, before snickering and holding up a single, stolen finger. "Master, how about a fun little choice?" She asked, putting a strange, alluring emphasis on "Master", complete with using her own voice for the word. "Djamila... shall I make her think she's your loving girlfriend? Or maybe your little cum-slut of a ****?" Naamah cooed, running her stolen hands over her stolen, massive breasts. "Well? Any preference, Master?"

Suggestions:

•Make Djamila Your "Loving Girlfriend"

•Make Djamila Your "Cum-Slut ****"

•Something else