No more hiding

Xyxxor roared with delight.

He had done it!

The wizard stared at the rings on the detection device, all centered squarely on a single person, a young man, driving through the city. That was him! The unwitting target of Cedric’s spell! This entire ordeal was nearly over!

Xyxxor let out a contented sigh. He would call Cedric in a minute with the good news, though he expected the man would make his own call in a few minutes. No matter, as long as the information was exchanged everything was fine. He poured himself a drink and watched the boy drive his car, unaware he was being watched. Xyxxor wondered how the spell had effected him. Before the transfer he would need to test the integrity of the spell to find out just what he’d been up to.

What fun.

Xyxxor dialed the number for Cedric. He picked up on the second ring.

“What?” the rich man demanded.

“I have found him.”

—

Matt didn’t reply to Abigail until he got home. He didn’t know what he should say. He wouldn’t be able to lie too much. He sighed and jumped into bed before responding.

Matt: “Yeah, why?”

Abigail took only a minute to reply.

Abigail: “Why would you need to watch?”

Matt: “I gave a friend a ride home and she said I should stay and watch is all”

Abigail: “Oh? And did she ride you on the way home?”

Matt: “What? No. The only girl who can ride me is you.”

Abigail: “Is that a fact? What about Lucy?”

Matt groaned. He kept hoping Abigail wouldn’t try and force his relationship apart but that was a pipe dream.

Matt: “What about her?”

Abigail: “Does she know you guys are breaking up yet?”

Matt: “Well... no”

Abigail: “Matt!”

Matt: “What?”

Abigail: “Don’t play dumb. I’m serious. You’re my date to my party this weekend and I’m sick of waiting.”

Matt: “Just hold on. I can’t just do it out of the blue”

Abigail: “Why not?”

Matt: “Then everyone would know I cheated”

Abigail: “So? I’m not going to be shy about that. I want people to know I was that much better.”

Matt: “Seriously?”

Abigail: “Yeah. What’s the problem? You’ve even said to me yourself so who cares if other people know? Besides, you’ll be with me so much you won’t even bother with Lucy’s feelings”

Matt: “That’s a little heartless, don’t you think?”

Abigail: “What’s your point?”

Matt wasn’t sure how to handle this, or even Abigail altogether. He didn’t want to lose either her or Lucy, truth be told, but how was he supposed to go about requesting that? Lucy would have a fit if she knew about all this and Abigail had been clear how she would handle the situation.

Matt: “Can you just let me take care of it?”

Abigail: “Fine. When you’re ready to actually commit to me I’ll be waiting... I took some pics I bet you’d like last night but I guess they can wait”

Matt: “Everything will work out, I promise”

Matt waited a few more minutes but Abigail didn’t reply. He assumed it was the silent treatment and rolled his eyes. He needed to see her again and hope he could screw her well enough that she’d give up on a break up with Lucy. Could he even do that? It was worth a shot, right? He grabbed his keys and jogged downstairs, ready to put his very silly plan into motion. Although he didn’t know which house she would be staying in...

He stopped. This was a dumb idea. Well, not entirely. It was a good idea to go to her house to smooth this over in person, it was a bad idea to think he could fuck her into changing her mind. Matt got in his car with the same plan as before, though without expecting to weaponize sex against Abigail. He expected sex in general, but at least he was more honest about it.

—

Cedric grunted with another orgasm, face seizing in the moment of pleasure while he ejaculated inside his assistant. Jasmine writhed and moaned, putting on quite the show for her boss while he came inside her. Marsella was nearby, sitting in her chair while her husband rutted with his employee in their bed. He had been in a much better mood today after receiving good news from his wizard associate and since then he was focused on relieving his sexual frustration. Marsella had tapped out early tonight, not quite in the mood for Cedric’s appetite nor his special brand of mediocre love. Besides, Jasmine was always a very eager fill-in.

“Darling, join us,” Cedric said, slowly humping the tiny brunette underneath him, “celebrate the good news.”

Marsella smiled from her chair. She had her robe wrapped tight around her figure to keep warm. Cedric preferred a bedroom cold enough to freeze in.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart, I don’t feel well.”

Claiming illness worked maybe half the time. Her husband rarely made a request that wasn’t a command in disguise, but sometimes feeling “unwell” could get her out of unwanted sexual performances. He considered and then shrugged.

“Of course, of course, but please, come assist Jasmine.”

Marsella faked a smile and stood, dropping her robe theatrically before climbing into bed. Cedric was already thrusting away into his assistant and Marsella climbed over her, draping across her features and planting herself in a 69 with the woman her husband had been fucking all night.

—

Matt knew the code for the neighborhood but not Abigail’s house. He called her from the street and she squealed happily when he told her he was outside. The gate opened and Matt drove up to the house, still in awe of the size of the place. Abigail was at the door by the time he parked and she ran out to meet him. She jumped into his arms as he stood out of the car and their lips met in a long, slow kiss. As they parted Matt got a better look at her, dressed in a simple red sweater and leggings that flattered her figure well. It was one of the only times he’d seen her dressed casually.

“And to what do I owe this pleasure, Matthew?” she asked, lingering against his lips.

“I just didn’t like how we left things,” he said.

Abigail smiled and pulled him into the house. It was livelier tonight. Matt hadn’t been inside unless the staff had been sent home so the teens could be alone. The house always had a dark and foreboding energy but with all the light and activity it was absolutely delightful. Tonight she gave a full tour, pulling him with excitement to every nook and cranny of the property, even the places he’d already seen.

They finished in the gardens. Pallets of materials were set around haphazardly and the start of large tents were staged.

“The party is under construction,” she announced as she led him into the mess. “It’s shaping up to be the gathering of the century. I’ve been working nonstop to get everything perfect.”

Matt looked around, impressed. “Wow, this is no joke.”

Abigail beamed. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

Matt smiled and pulled the petite teen into a huge. She held him tight, sinking against his chest for a long moment.

“Okay,” she said finally, releasing and walking toward the house. “We still have to talk.”

She sat them at a pair of very comfortable easy chairs in a hallway lined with floor to ceiling windows looking out at the garden. A small table was positioned between the two chairs.

“Are you breaking up with Lucy?” Abigail demanded.

“Yeah, yeah,” Matt said half-heartedly, “I just need to wait for the right moment.”

Abigail frowned, not convinced. “Really? When is the right moment?”

Matt squirmed. “I don’t know, I’m working on it!”

“It seems like you’re stringing me along, Matthew.”

Matt didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t how he expected this to go. He was too busy thinking about sex and not that, maybe, Abigail’s mind wouldn’t change just because he showed up to her house.

“What is it you want from me, Matthew?”

“You know what I want.”

“Sex?” Abigail said.

“Well, yeah.“

“Anything else?” Abigail demanded.

Matt paused and Abigail didn’t let him answer.

“Wow, thanks,” she said.

An uneasy silenced settled over the teens. The hall seemed more imposing to Matt now that the meeting was going against him. He felt small, humbled, something that had been missing in the last week. Abigail rolled her eyes, waiting for Matt to speak up. He picked at his fingernails, uncomfortable and unsure how to move forward.

“Listen, you’re just asking a lot, okay?” Matt said.

“Am I?” Abigail said.

“Well, yeah,” Matt started, “you know I love her, right? Like, you jumped at me and then you act super possessive and, like, I feel like I’m just trying to survive here.”

“Don’t you love me, too?”

{if In Love with Emily=true}

“I... yes. Yeah. But... this isn’t exactly how I wanted to say it...” Matt stammered.

{endif}

{if In Love with Abigail=true}

“Of course I do!”

{endif}

Abigail hid a soft smile. “So, who do you love more?”

It was Matt’s turn to frown. “It isn’t like that. How can I be expected to choose? You keep pressuring me to make a huge decision really fast as if you didn’t sort of blackmail me into getting with you in the first place.”

“Well, yeah...” Abigail muttered.

“And that seems really unfair. I already feel bad about us to begin with and it’s worse when you try and force my hand.”

Abigail looked away and Matt recognized he had a chance to turn the entire night around.

“How do I know you aren’t just using me? You don’t say a lot of nice things about me and it’s hard to even talk to you because you’re always trying to break up Lucy and I. Sometimes I... I... never mind.” Matt let out an exaggerated sigh and waited to see if Abigail would fall into the trap.

She did.

“Sometimes you what?”

Matt looked away. “No, sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m just horny and I was thinking with the wrong head.”

Abigail turned his face back to hers. “It’s okay, just tell me.”

Matt met her gaze. “I just... wish I could spend time with you and not worry about anything else. I just want to... well, do stuff like we don’t have a care in the world.”

“Like what?” Abigail said, teasing him with a slow, deliberate tone.

“Are you sure now is the time?” Matt said, as if that wasn’t exclusively what he was interested in.

Abigail glanced around as if to tell Matt it was, indeed, the time. The hall was quiet, only the muffled noises from afar breaking the silence. It didn’t look like a well traveled portion of the home and it didn’t seem like anyone was watching.

However, someone was watching.

Xyxxor reclined in his lab, the mirror displaying a real time image of Matt and Abigail. He needed to see how much of the spell had succeeded to know how to transfer it, so the wizard settled in for a show.

Matt reached out and cupped Abigail’s chin. She smiled, her eyes twinkling in his. She glanced at his lips, expecting Matt to pull her into a kiss. She was mistaken. He dragged her face toward his groin and weaved his fingers through her hair to keep her in place. She nearly toppled from her chair, leaning over the small table and falling into Matt. Her cry of surprise was muffled by his pants.

“I think you need to be punished,” Matt said slowly.

Abigail’s face was pressed against Matt’s bulge. She could hardly move. Ten minutes ago she was in control, pressing Matt for the level of commitment she wanted and feeling pretty arrogant about her position. Things had reversed quickly. Matt fumbled with his pants and demanded she remove them. She did, though it was a struggle.

“Suck it,” she heard him hiss.

Abigail opened her mouth and his throbbing bulge slipped between her lips. She sucked it softly, waiting for it to inevitably grow too large for her little mouth. It didn’t take long, stretching her jaw and pushing against the back of her throat. She coughed but couldn’t move, the heaving erection stretching her throat. Her cheeks hurt from the size of Matt’s girth and she began to recoil violently.

Abigail fell to the ground and Matt stood over her, his enormous cock casting a shadow across her body. Her sore throat didn’t stop the red hot lust in her gut to engulf her.

“Fuck,” she said, transfixed by Matt’s giant cock.

Matt actually hadn’t expected to get this far. He froze. He didn’t trust his instincts enough to act on them.

“I didn’t know you could be like this...” Abigail cooed.

What the hell. If she didn’t like it she’d probably say so. Matt knelt above Abigail’s head, cock extending over the brunette teen’s body. She muttered something, practically drooling at the sight of Matt’s manhood. He set the throbbing shaft against her mouth and dragged it backwards over her lips. Once the tip, huge and imposing, settled between them Matt changed his angle, standing a little and pushing his cock into her mouth. Her eyes became wide as he shoved his erection into Abigail’s mouth. She couldn’t recoil, stuck against the ground.

Matt wanted to pound Abigail’s face. He wanted to facefuck her until she couldn’t breathe. Unfortunately, his cock was too fucking big. Abigail’s eyes watered as her throat trembled, unable to stretch far enough. Matt relented and withdrew his cock and Abigail spluttered and coughed in reply.

Before Abigail could fully recover she felt Matt removing her leggings. He tossed them away and bodied up against her, her legs flung over his shoulders. His cock heaved between her thighs. He fucked her thighs slowly, bucking gently between her legs. Abigail moaned, desperate for him to take her, the bottom of his shaft just teasing her sensitive clit.

After a minute of stroking himself with Abigail’s thighs Matt set his cock against her quivering pussy, soaking wet with her heat. He penetrated her hard, driving himself inside her tight snatch with all his might. He fucked her on the floor, holding her hips and grinning as Abigail’s body flopped with lust beneath him. Every thrust pushed deeper until only a few inches wouldn’t fit. Matt was desperate to fuck Abigail balls deep and he shoved himself harder and harder inside her. Abigail writhed for him, cumming and moaning like a whore.

Matt grit his teeth. He was going to get balls deep in this teenage slut. He pushed hard, fingers digging into Abigail’s flesh as he tried to break her resistance. She gagged, pain swiftly replacing the pleasure as his huge cock head struggled against the clenching walls of Abigail’s pussy.

“M-ma...Matthew...” she stammered with fear.

Matt glared at Abigail’s snatch, quivering and soaking his cock. He bucked his hips again and again, trying to fit his massive dick in the petite teen. Her legs had gone numb from the assault and she was losing control of her limbs. Her belly bulged. Her push stretched. Still, he couldn’t get any farther.

Matt fucked Abigail more and more aggressively. Her cunt clenched even tighter, threatening to milk his orgasm straight into her needy womb, but Matt resisted. He wouldn’t let himself finish until he was balls deep inside his lover.

“Matthew... fuck... Matt...” Abigail grunted.

Flesh slapped against flesh.

“Yes!” Matt exhaled.

With his balls firmly planted against Abigail’s ass Matt finally came. He flooded her aching cunt with hot, thick semen, bulging her belly even more. Abigail slumped onto the floor, the fullness in her gut extending an orgasmic aftershock that momentarily masked the pain. His orgasm took a full minute to subside, load after load pumped into Abigail. When he was finished he withdrew, cock coated in excess cum and fluid from Abigail’s gaping hole.

Abigail propped herself on one elbow, mascara staining her cheeks. Her pussy fucking hurt and she felt the fountain of jizz draining onto the floor, the visible bulge in her gut slowly shrinking.

“Oh my god...” she said.

She was proud of herself for finally taking every inch of Matt’s cock but it had come at a heavy price. Her body tingled as feeling returned to her limbs. One of her legs still twitched against her will. The worst, though, was she knew Matt had ignored her body’s signals to satisfy himself. It hadn’t been about them, their connection, or their feelings. It had been entirely about Matt.

“Fuck, I love you,” Matt said, clueless to Abigail’s discomfort.

“I love you too...” Abigail could barely whisper.

She made him carry her to her bedroom, it was the least he could do. He set her gingerly in her bed and she squirmed into a comfortable position.

“It really hurts,” she said after a minute.

Matt apologized. He meant it, though he felt pretty good about himself.

“Don’t... don’t do that again...” Abigail said. Her assertiveness was returning now that her orgasmic haze had lifted.

“Don’t do what?”

Abigail sighed loudly. “Don’t fuck me like that again. It fucking hurts. I feel really shitty right now.”

Matt sat on the bed and slowly played with Abigail’s hair and rubbed her scalp.

“It’s hot when you take charge and shit but that was a little much,” she continued.

“You seemed to enjoy it,” Matt countered, “I felt you come a lot.”

“So? Fuck, Matthew. My vagina hurts way more than even the first time. I don’t care how much I get off if I feel like ass right after.”

“Right, right, I’m sorry,” Matt said.

“Can you just...” Abigail croaked. A tear fell down her cheek but Matt didn’t notice.

“What?” Matt asked, leaning toward her.

“Go.” Abigail said.

Matt’s head cocked to the side, not sure if he heard her correctly.

“Just go, please.”

Matt’s hand stopped but he didn’t stand. “What? Why?”

Abigail fought the tears she knew were coming. “Just fucking go. You can’t fuck me—“

“It was making love to me,” Matt interrupted.

“That’s a fucking lie,” Abigail said. “Leave me alone. I wasn’t part of that at all. I was just a hole for you to fuck.”

“Abigail...”

“Don’t. Just go. I’m so mad at you, Matthew. I thought we were better than this.”

“Abigail, please,” he said, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Maybe not but you sure didn’t care. I watched you, Matt. You know you’re too big for that. You knew it was too much and you did it anyway.”

Abigail paused before croaking, “I just thought you cared about me...”

“I do!”

“It doesn’t feel that way. Please... let me be alone tonight.”

Abigail knew she’d be okay. She still loved Matt, but her feelings definitely took a hit. Later she would talk to him about it and hash it out, but right now she needed to be alone. Fuck, it hurt so bad. Matt didn’t know and she couldn’t totally blame him for what he did, but he had completely disregarded her well being so he could get off and that bothered her. He made a few more attempts to console her before realizing she wasn’t going to relent tonight. He left one more kiss on her cheek and left silently. He was hardly at the front door before the soft sounds of sobbing could be heard carrying through the house.

—

Matt stumbled into his bedroom and flipped on the light. He jumped when he saw a man sitting on the edge of his bed in a odd purple-colored tunic. The man smiled through a thick gray beard.

“Hello, Matt,” the man said, “I’ve been looking for you.”