Heist 3: Experimentation

Pressing my ear to the wall I felt vindicated at the feint moans and groans coming from next-door. The walls were fairly robust but the sounds still came though on some nights. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't arousing to some degree.

I did not have to wait around too long for them to get at it, they were clearly still in the early stages of romance and barely could be assed not to go at each other in public.

Now the question was how to get the sexual energy from them to me, a question that plagued me all of yesterday until I started browsing through the wikis of various novels looking for ideas until it struck me. Sympathetic magic, using shared traits to form a link between unrelated objects and transfer effects between them. Like voodoo dolls for instance. I'd already used it to bake cookies across the house by using the heat in the oven. placing a piece of bread inside but picturing a connection to the bread and the cookie dough. Doing so was far less taxing than trying to cook them with my magic alone, something I could not actually do, baking cookies being beyond the energy limits of my magic without trickery.

So what I would do now was form a connection - one way ideally - between the fucking couple and myself, drawing the sexual energy their copulation was generating onto myself. The couple themselves would be none-the-wiser, possibly a bit confused why their sex lasted longer than usual but nothing besides.

psyching myself up I cast the spell, the couple and I being human alike were easy to superimpose, imagining myself as the fucker and fuckee, drawing the energy onto myself.

For a moment, I was not Blake, I was Blake and Alex and Garry, having sex with myself. My body, so far away bent over double as a flood of sensation suffused through. Unexplored feeling striking through, the wet folds of my vagina pressing against my thrusting cock, so much bigger than I ever remembered it. Simultaneously I felt myself being penetrated by my cock, its movement against my walls sending sparks of pleasure that redoubled those of my cock.

It took a full minute to return some control of my actual body, slumped and twitching next to my filled bath, finally finding myself among the orgasmic sensations. Just enough to dip my wand in the tub and warm the water.

I spasmed, orgasm so close before suspended, penis renewed with lust anew. I could break the connection then, already having what I wanted, but fucking myself, being fucked by myself. Gods it was too erotic for words.

I gripped my shoulders, begging to be taken deeper, a well of need deep within demanding fulfillment. I could do nothing but listen, pistoning in and out madly. I spurted every time I pushed into a sensitive spot, the twin sensations of penetrating and receiving pushing me over the edge. That I was orgsming meant that the spell came from the others.

That thought, a real dissociation between myself and the couple broke the spell and I came to myself, just myself, still writing in orgasm on the bathroom floor. I panted, shifting slightly when I realised the puddle my hips lay in was determinably not water.

Finally gathering enough strength I hoisted myself up to look in the tub, ignoring the slick sensation of exiting the puddle of jizz.

The water was steaming, easily twice as hot as what I could achieve myself.

Perfect.

Now I just needed to find a way to connect this way to over ten thousand people all while retaining enough presence of mind to cast an unimaginably difficult spell.

No biggie.

I giggled, on a post-orgasm high.

I put my hand in the puddle on the floor, biting my lip. I was still very horny, and that was a lot of cum.

Mmh waste not want not.