Entertain Me

A violet light flashed before Lois eyes, blinding her for a moment—and then she felt an unexpected weight on her left ring finger. She stared down at the purple ring with the familiar symbol.

"Is this what I think it is?" Lois stared in wonder at the violet band on her finger. It was heavy and smooth, as though carved from a single great gem.

"A simulacrum," The nude sorceress stretched. Lois' eyes were taken with Circe's heavy breasts, the stretch marks plain on the pale skin. The reporter had caught a glimpse of older women once or twice in the locker room, but this was the first time she had ever had a chance to intimately study one up close. "But a functional one. For a little while, you can use it to create constructs...whatever you can imagine. All you have to do is focus your love through the ring."

The violet eyes snapped open and focused on Lois' own. "You do love me, don't you my little sapphire?"

Lois felt her heart pound in her chest. This woman looked old enough to be her mother...and yet...there was a confidence to her, a comfort with her body and nudity, that was appealing. Circe's body too was still beautiful....a pleasant wideness to the hips, a smooth little belly, strong limbs with smooth skin just beginning to wrinkle at the corners...and the reporter's eyes drifted down to between her legs, the curly lavender bush hiding the sorceress' lips. In her mind's eye, Lois could see strong young muscular men drawn down between those thighs with their barest hint of veins, emptying their seed into her channel as their fathers and grandfathers might have done years before...or to take a young woman into her arms, pressing those sagging tits against the budding, perky mounds, forcing the youth down onto her knees and pushing their face against her crotch to worship at the old woman's altar...

MILF was the word, and the ring on Lois' finger began to glow as her pussy moistened, imagining herself doing those things. Circe's smile was lazy and knowing.

"Then come, little sapphire. Show me the limits of your love...and your imagination."

Love...lust...Lois wasn't sure what she was feeling. But she did have an idea...an image in mind. She held forth the ring, which pulsed in time with her heart beat, faster and faster, and pushed the image from her heart, down her arm, through the ring...and a shape, a cloud of violet light began to emerge from the ring on her hand.

"Good," Circe cooed, one hand idly stroking between her legs as the violet cloud began to coalesce and take shape. "Now focus...focus...sharpen the image in your mind..."