You asked for it!

“…misfortune!”

Tim smiled. For once the trade has been good for him both ways. Too many times he has found himself **** to sacrifice his masculinity to gain what he wanted, what he needed. This new trade, though, gave him what he wanted, while it gave away exactly what he didn’t want. Justice must have really hated her sisters.

Desire took puff of her cigarette then flicked the ash onto the floor, only to have the burning embers of the cancer stick fall down and burn a hole in her track suit.

“You horrible beast,” she wheezed at Justice, “Father will never stand for this affront to the natural order!”

Lust stepped forward, stumbling as she tripped on something unseen.

“I will see you punished for all eternity,” she seethed, “brought to your knees with pain and humiliation.”

“Get lost, bitch,” Justice spat, “I’ve dropped the prison, you’re free to go. Enjoy not being able to mess with mortals anymore.”

If eyes could spit venom, then Justice would have been dead at that moment. The twins, eyes red, veins popping, clenched their teeth, then vanished, the metallic smell filling the air.

“They won’t be happy with what you did,” Tim told his protector, “they’ll probably still want to get ****.”

“I supposed they will,” Justice replied, “but they’ll have to come up with a new way. You got what you got fair and square. Their power belongs to you now.”

He could tell that she was right. All around him he could feel the currents of lust and desire, the streams of sexual thought and need, the urges, the cravings. The women entangled on the floor were abuzz with them.

“I can see it,” he said, squinting his eyes at the pile of bodies, “they’re glowing, wrapped up, tied up in these, I don’t know how to describe it, spirals of obsession?”

“The power for each of the sisters is different. You can describe it to me, but might as well be describing a supernova to a goldfish. I’ve got no grid for what they did,” Justice paused, “but if you concentrate, I think you’ll find it comes naturally to you. And you’ll be a little different than they were. You have both powers, Lust and Desire gave you everything they had.”

“I think you’re right,” Tim continued, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers, ripples beginning to appear in the spirals, “Your sisters loaded them up so much that they became overwhelmed. They lost themselves.” He could feel rage inside of him growing at the attack. By the thickness of the power that had been placed on his girlfriends, it was a wonder that they could function at all.

There had to be a way to lessen the effects. With his new powers he should be able to change how the women felt about him, ease the intensity of their obsession. Not free them, of course. Tim’s magically traded drive told him that having a harem of girlfriends was what he wanted, and he always went for what he wanted.

There. That was it. He could feel it. Deep inside the pile of limbs was the beginning of a thread. Tied to it was another. Then. A third. He pulled on each, and he saw the changes unfold. The coils unwound around the women, returning them to what he could now tell was what they were before Lust and Desire interfered. There was still a significant amount of power wound around each woman, all naturally created through their attraction to him. Rhian, his professor, had the most around her, but the other women were close behind. Even his sister, laying on top of the pile, had it as bad as the rest of them. How long had she felt that way about him?

He, too, was bound up in his own desires. The glow of power wrapped him up like an outfit, appearing to his eyes over his Playboy Bunny outfit when he concentrated. He could see the target of each coil, most aimed at the women in the room, yet some for women he had met, strangers, celebrities. There was a balance to it all, desire and lust being tied off to other beings, counter weighted each time with a reciprocation, a rejection, or a diversion. The entire world was wound in his power, all balanced, all tethered.

“It’s a mind fuck,” Justice’s voice pulled him back to reality, “totally different than what you’re used to. Although I bet you’re getting used to things being different than what you’re used to.”

To make her point she reached out and gave Tim’s left breast a squeeze.

“I get what you mean,” Tim agreed, gingerly stepping out of her reach on his high heels, “I think I fixed them. Will they remember this?”

“No fixing that, I’m afraid,” Justice said, “but maybe give them a little show and it’ll take their mind off of it. That cute little butt of yours has got to be good for something.”

Tim rolled his eyes at the comment.

“Well I’ve got to go. I’m sure I’ll be hearing a formal complaint from those bitches, so I’d better get ready for it. I’ll be back tomorrow. I think I might need a favour from you.”

Before Tim could question what an immortal could need from him, she vanished.

“Oh my god,” Nancy’s voice indicated that time had begun to flow again, “what the hell was that?!”