Magical Fuck

You know, I tried to stay away from this story and this website. I really did. But I'm back, if any of us even care much of this story. To those who do, I plan to continue writing without a fixed schedule, meaning you might get three chapters one week, and five the other. I also hope to go back to my earlier chapter and edit them, and fix them up. I'm excited to see how my writing has improved since the last time I wrote.

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I hated a lot of things, mainly because those things had no purpose but to be hated. For example, pineapples on pizza. Whichever genius came up with that deserved a dildo up the ass.

But of all the things that has happened to me as of coming to college, save for the raunchy sex and rush of power I felt with every light called and absorbed, I was not having the best time.

It was odd, at first, being transported to a new realm. The feeling of helplessness that shook me as I descended to the succubus's realm was something I'll never forget.

No matter how many times I managed to call on some flashy sphere of power, or I called upon the mystic forces of the earth, for example rain, and caused a tsunami that ravaged the East Coast for a week, something would come along and remind me that I still knew nothing.

I was still new to the matters of interdimensional travels and magic. All I knew was what I was told, meaning I was at a sore disadvantage when it came to information.

That had to change, not only in case of some danger creeping through the galaxies to descend on earth, but also for the preservation of my ego. I hadn't signed up to be some magical whore's servant; if anything, I was the only hope she had of escaping that realm.

BRING!!!

A sudden vibration in my pants pierced my cloud of thought. I fished my phone out of my pocket. Mrs. Wilson.

I answered the call and raised the phone to my ears.

"John!" Mrs. Wilson shouted from the other end of the line, and continued before I could give a confirmation. "Thank God, you're alright." Her voice was thick with worry, but her words were slurred.

I sighed inwardly. I'd only give myself a migraine pondering whether or not the woman was sober.

"Mrs. Wilson, calm down. What's going on?" I inquired calmly, praying she'd imitate my tone and simmer down before she blacked out.

"Monica!" The word confirmed my horrors. I stilled for a second, even as Mrs. Wilson blabbered on the other end of the call. Fear crackled inside me, like a small flame waiting to ignite into an inferno. It twisted like a knot inside my stomach.

"I don't know where she is! I've been trying to call her ever since I came home and I — I can't get a hold of her!"

I could barely hear Mrs. Wilson over the pounding in my chest. Her voice sounded faint and distant. Now I was strangely aware of how terrifying the world was, even for someone with the potential to alter reality.

I sucked in a head, held it in and counted to five, before blowing out an exhale. It was a trick I'd learned from all those times I'd hidden in Brittany's room, peeking at her.

It wouldn't do either of us any favors, or get us closer to finding Monica, if we were both freaking out.

"Just calm down, Mrs. Wilson," I ordered, and she fell silent after a brief bout of shouting and screaming. "I haven't seen Monica either, but—"

She immediately cut me off. "—What? You haven't seen her either? And you think that's going to calm me down? What if she found out we fooled around in my hotel room before I left? Oh my god, I just wanted to make her jealous, I didn't think she'd abandon school and run away!"

I grimaced at her unexpected raise in volume. "Calm down, Mrs. Wilson. " I repeated. "Everything's going to be fine. I'm sure Monica will show up soon. She's a smart girl." I assured.

I hadn't expected my words to set Mrs. Wilson at ease, heck I didn't even think they'd get her to stop screaming at me like I'd **** her daughter.

But I definitely wasn't expecting what she said next. "Look, I'm coming back up there. I don't care if I have to drive all night, I'm not going to let my baby girl end up on the news chopped up to pieces for a bunch of hitchhikers to find."

I hurried to find the right words to get Mrs. Wilson to reconsider, given her poor state, and the clear fact that she was drunk. But she'd hung up before I had a chance to speak.

I huffed in exasperation as I slipped my phone back into my pocket. It was a pain dealing with that woman for anything other than casual fucking. Sometimes I wondered how the apple had fallen so far from the tree with Monica and her family. Her parents were drunkards who didn't have much care for family, yet she'd grown into a young woman with a drive to be the best she could.

The only trait I could ses that she inherited from her mother was a tight cunt and a lewd figure.

I brushed the thoughts aside and continued for the cafteria. A short walk, and some stolen glanced underwear later, and I inside the college's fine dining establishment, which reeked of both overcooked and undercooked food options.

I refrained from gagging and beelined to the empty seat beside Jake. The guy didn't have much friends, and while I'd usually feel no sympathy for someone like him, I was racked with guilt whenever the thoughts of his mother crossed my mind.

I'd fuck her, fast and hard, that was for sure. But I also felt bad for the dude; he had practically nothing going for him.

I nearly reached Jake's table when my eyes drifted to the other end of the cafeteria, where Brittany and her friend, Stacy, were having dinner. I watched them briefly; Stacy's lips moved, a mischievous smile spread across them, and Brittany's shoulder shook with glee.

On another end of the cafeteria was a face I wasn't quite expecting to see; my Aunt's. She waved me over when she noticed my startled stare.

"John," she greeted. "I suppose I should have known I'd run into you here eventually." She said with a polite, if deceitful, smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I asked pointedly, not bothering to entertain her game of lies and **** smiles.

"I was planning on catching dinner with my son, when he canceled on me. Apparently, someone broke his nose, can you believe that?" Aunt Karen revealed, her lips tight and her arms crossed over her chest. She was the personification of disapproving mother.

Cold amusement rushed through me at Karen's oblivion. You're speaking to him, a deep voice in my head shook with laugher. A grin threatened to betray my thoughts.

"Well, I'll leave you to it then," I spun to leave, but cold hands wrapped around my wrist before I got far.

Aunt Karen closed the distance between us with two strides before finally releasing her grip.

"Nonsense. If my son can't eat with me, that doesn't mean I can't have a different guest. Join me and we'll go somewhere else. I can't stomach this slop," she sneered, glancing at a student's bowl of oatmeal as he passed.

I had no obligations to go with Aunt Karen, save for familial obligations and duties, but even then I was still hesitant. Aunt Karen was no more family than the ancestors that had deceased before I was begotten.

I glanced once more at Jake, who had finished his meal and was heading back the dorms, and gave in. Eating with her was better than eating alone.

I gave her a weak nod of acquiesce, and we drove into the city to the restaurant she had booked a reservation at. "Lă Bouche," she called it, and boasted that it was unlike the 'dog food' my mother had subjected her to weeks ago.

She stole occasional glances at my tight-lipped expression as she pulled into the driveway of a fancy restaurant, a few miles away from Lorenzo's. I expected she believed I'd be impressed by the amount of money shd was willing to throw way for fancier utensils and a few stars on the restaurant's record.

"Dont't just stare, come inside."

A waiter ushered us inside to our seats, and after a moment brought out our meals. I'd settled for alfredo pasta, but Aunt Karen went all out with her order; well-done steak, a ripe ribeye, a bowl of mushroom soup, and lobster.

It wasn't the impressive show of wealth that she'd imagined it'd be. If anything, it was overindulgence and a waste of money.

As we dug into our respective plates, I could tell she was dispirited with the lack of astonishment on my face. A slight reticent smile was plastered on my lips as I ate.

"How are you liking the food?" Aunt Karen asked, studying me as I chewed down my pasta.

"It's—"

My words cut off as Aunt Karen's phone began to ring. She quickly stood and excused herself to take the call.

My gaze lingered on her back as she hurried for the bathroom. Just looking at her round ass, pressed tightly into an office skirt, the expensive kind you'd see in a secretary porn shoot, sent blood rushing to my lower limbs.

I wondered, more times than acceptable, how my mother was actually related to Aunt Karen. I know people are supposed to have differences and be unique, but my mother and her sister are the complete opposite.

But they shared a few times in common. For one, their bodies didn't lose an ounce of attractive despite several pregnancies and childbirth. Two, they had be the most fuckable moms in the city.

A bright orb of brown light flickered in the corner of the room. I downed my drink and willed it toward me as I entered the bathroom.

(Writing my first sex scene after like seven months of not writing at all.)

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The bathroom was largely empty, with the exception of one or two locked stalls, and my aunt standing by the sink, arguing with someone over the phone.

I directed the brown orb's energy toward her while she was distracted with her call, and after a brief silence and a comical puff of smoke, Karen is no longer the middle-aged, over-stressed woman I knew and tolerated.

Instead she's a younger version of herself, atleast half of Karen's actual age. If not younger.

"Oh my God, Bill!" She said with an extravagant exhale. "I'll talk to you when I get home." She cut the call before the poor man had a chance to respond. Then she turned to me, a mischievous glint in her brown eyes.

A rush of fresh curiosity flooded my brain. I'd anticipated some of the more obvious changes, such as her personality and maturity. But some things were not forseen. For example, her sudden new attraction to me.

The look in her eyes was like that of a predator, circling its prey as it got ready to devour it. "So, John. Now that my boring-ass husband is dealt with, what were we talking about?"

"We were talking about—" I wet my lips, her seductive stare knocking away my confidence. "The food. We were talking about the food."

Heat scorched my cheeks as she strode toward me, her pink lips puffed and enticing. If not for the people in the stalls, I'd have bend her over right there and then.

"Come on, John." She feigned a disappointed sigh and shook her head. "I know I'm attractive and all, but it's wrong to ogle your aunt." She said with a giggle, and brushed her hand against my shoulder. The touch sent electricity down my spine.

"Besides, I bet you see this all the time, don't you?" She thrusted her breasts out for enunciation. My eyes trailed along her exposed skin.

What did she mean by see this all the time?

Confusion crinkled the corners of my eyes. Young Karen(pfft) let out a soft laugh. "I mean, I've never felt, like, this young before, but I've totally seen people do similar tricks. Shave a couple years off here and there. But that usually requires a deeper commitment from someone else." Her finger traced gentle patterns along my arm, her touch electric against my skin. "But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" She purred, looking so damn fuckable I was ready to risk it all.

As I steeled myself to drag her into an empty stall and fuck her till dawn set tomorrow, she jerked her hand back and resumed talking like the ditzy slut she was. "Whoops! I got a little carried away there. I, like, totally forget you're my nephew sometimes. God, could you imagine if we hooked up? That'd be, like, SO gross. Just the grossest." Despite her words, a pink tint colored her cheeks, and chewed at her lower lip.

It took all the self control I had not to jump on her there. Instead I suggested we head back to her car. Night was rolling in, and if I wouldn't get lucky tonight, at least I'd get some good sleep.

As we walked, my mind blanked on wondering if this was actually my idea or somehow hers. The way she spome about tricks, like she had some innate knowledge of the effects of the light, even when it was used on her. And what was all that about shaving a couple years off? It's clear the brown light can turn back time on a person's physical and mental age, but could its effects even be permanent?

"Karen, what did you mean when you said—" Before I can get the words out, the younger, slutty version of Karen leaned forward and planted a deep kiss on my lips. Her lips had a bubblegum flavor, which I suspect is another effect of the brown light. Karen wasn't the type of woman to like bubblegum.

"Forget everything I said before. I just want to enjoy this moment with my sweet nephew," her warm breath blew into my ear. "The first time I went to school, I wasted so much time in that damn library. If I'm going to be young again, I want to feel young again. Do you understand?"

"Don't have to tell me twice, Aunt," my hands reached down to cup her ass, pressing her against the truck of her car as we made out in the empty parking lot.

She moaned into my mouth as I pulled down, my fingers slipping down her skirt and pulling her underwear to the side. Smiling like the ditzy fuckdoll she was, Karen gasped as I spun her around and tugged her skirt below her knees. Her pink cunt was already wet with anticipation.

My imagination descended into depravity as I brushed a finger along her slit, elicting a sharp gasp and a whimper from Karen.

"Come on. Stick it in." She whined like an impatient toddler. I grinned, pressing a hand on her ass and kneading at the flesh of her sizely behind. She wiggled her ass playfully.

Fire blazed in my chest as I positioned the tip of my entrace with her entrace, leaning foward to grab her tits before slamming home. Her cry of pleasure was all the confirmation I needed to start thrusting, slowly at first, but faster and harder the louder she cried.

My heartbeat thundered, mixing with Karen's gasps and moans, proving deafening as I hammered into her.

She fit so perfectly it was liks her cunt was shaping its size to best accommodate my cock. And as she began to push back against me, it was my first real taste of heaven.

I squeezed at her breasts, hard, eliciting another breathy gasp. She started slow and lithe, but her rhythm soon gained speed. I grit my teeth so to not come too early.

"Fuck," I groaned, pulling my hand from her breast to her supple ass, round and firm, and delicous.

My nails dug into her ass, drawing a small pool of crimson, but neither of us cared. Lust had clouded my vision, and all I could think about was fucking Karen into the ground.

"You're." Thrust "Fucking." Thrust "Mine." Possessiveness seeped from my tone.

Karen's hair was a disheveled mess, and her breath came in short, curt gasps as we fucked. But they sounded perfect mixed with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

The volume of our grunts and moans intensified until....

A blinding light whitened my vision, dimming everything in sight. Karen's cry was vague and faint, but it managed to clear up my senses.

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(How'd I do? I personally think my writing has gotten a little better, but I'm curious to hear what you guys think.)