Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

The evening air was cool against Michael’s skin as he stepped out of Emily’s house, but inside, he was burning.

His heart raced, his mind buzzed, and his fingers twitched with the residual energy of what he had just done. Emily—sweet, unsuspecting Emily, his longtime crush—had been his first real test of how far his control could go.

And she had been perfect. So pliable, so unaware. He had slipped into her mind like a shadow, nudging her thoughts, guiding her actions, and she hadn’t even realized it. Not really. Not yet.

But now, as he walked down the quiet suburban street, the thrill of control still coursing through him, he wanted more. One mind was exhilarating, but what about two? Or three? Or a dozen? He had already done so in school, joining all thoughts to agree to his ideas. Now, he was going to take it a bit further.

The thought made him giddy. He could feel the potential humming in his veins, a dark, intoxicating power that begged to be unleashed.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost didn’t notice the couple arguing up ahead. Their voices carried through the stillness of the night, sharp and biting.

“You never listen to me, Joe!” the woman snapped, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “It’s always about what you want, what you need. What about me?”

Joe threw up his hands in exasperation. “Oh, come on, Lisa! Don’t start this again. You know that’s not true!”

Michael stopped walking, his eyes narrowing as he watched them. They were so wrapped up in their own little world, so consumed by their petty grievances. It was almost pathetic. But also... intriguing. A slow smile spread across his face as an idea took hold. Why not? He had controlled Emily. Why not them too?

He focused on the woman first—Lisa. Her mind was a storm of frustration and anger. It was hard to penetrate, but beneath it all, there was a flicker of something else. Desire? Loneliness? Michael wasn’t sure, and he didn’t care. He just needed an opening.

He reached out with his mind, his consciousness brushing against hers like a spider testing its web. She stiffened, her words cutting off mid-sentence.

“Joe, I—” Her voice faltered, and she blinked, her expression going slack for a moment. Then she shuddered, her body jerking as if she’d been struck by a sudden jolt of electricity. Michael felt it too, a sharp, almost painful connection as his mind latched onto hers. And just like that, she was his.

Joe frowned, his anger momentarily forgotten. “Lisa? You okay?”

Lisa didn’t respond right away. Her head tilted slightly, her eyes glazing over as Michael settled into her mind. He could feel her thoughts now, faint and distant, like echoes in a vast, empty room. But they didn’t matter. She didn’t matter. She was his now, and he could feel what she felt.

She felt hot, felt incomplete, wanted a night of steamy sex to calm her down.

“Joe,” she said, her voice soft, almost dreamy. “I feel... hot inside.” Michael spoke through her, but he caught himself and adjusted his tone to match Lisa’s.

Joe’s frown deepened, but before he could respond, Michael turned his attention to him. Joe’s mind was a different beast—stubborn, defensive, but no match for the hive. He pushed in, harder this time, and felt the moment Joe’s resistance crumbled. The man’s body jerked, his hands twitching at his sides, and his eyes went blank.

“I feel it too,” Joe said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion. “So hot.”

Michael’s smile widened, a thrill of triumph surging through him. It was working. He was controlling both of them at once, their minds bending to his will like clay in his hands.

He could feel their thoughts, their emotions, but they were muted, distant, like background noise. He was in charge now. He was the puppeteer, and they were his marionettes.

“Lisa,” he whispered through her lips, his voice soft but commanding. “Kiss him.”

Lisa didn’t hesitate. She stepped forward, her movements smooth and deliberate, and pressed her lips to Joe’s. Joe responded instantly, his arms wrapping around her as if this was what he had wanted all along. Michael watched, his heart pounding with a strange mix of exhilaration and disgust. It was so easy. Too easy.

But he couldn’t stop. He pushed further, testing the limits of his control. Lisa’s hands moved to Joe’s chest, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Joe’s breath hitched, his body responding to her touch even as his mind remained blank, empty. Michael could feel their bodies, their sensations, as if they were his own. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and he wanted more.

“Stop,” he whispered, and they froze, their bodies stiffening as if someone had hit a pause button. Michael stepped closer, his eyes scanning their faces. They were so still, so lifeless, like mannequins waiting for his command. He reached out, brushing a finger against Lisa’s cheek. Her skin was warm, but there was no reaction, no flicker of awareness. She was his. They both were.

For a moment, he considered pushing further, seeing just how far he could take this. But then a car turned onto the street, its headlights cutting through the darkness, and Michael hesitated. He couldn’t risk being seen. Not yet.

The couple were his now, their minds tethered to his will, their bodies moving in perfect sync with his commands. He could feel their thoughts, faint and distant, like whispers in a vast, empty room. But they didn’t matter. Not anymore.

They were his puppets, and he was the puppeteer. To enjoy himself, he needed somewhere else, somewhere safe.

“Come,” he whispered, his voice low but commanding. It wasn’t a sound; it was a thought, a directive that pulsed through the hive mind connecting them. Lisa and Joe turned in unison, their movements stiff and mechanical, like marionettes on invisible strings. Their eyes were blank, their faces expressionless, but their bodies obeyed without hesitation.

Michael led them down the narrow path behind the school, the gravel crunching softly under their feet. The air was cool, but Lisa and Joe didn’t seem to notice. They walked in silence, their steps perfectly synchronized, their minds empty of everything but Michael’s

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](http://will.As) they moved, Michael pushed further, testing the limits of his control. He nudged Lisa’s thoughts, and she reached for the buttons of her blouse, her fingers fumbling but determined. Joe’s hands went to his belt, his movements slow but deliberate. Michael watched, his heart racing with excitement.

“Why did I wear so many clothes?” Lisa murmured, her voice distant, almost dreamy. She shrugged off her blouse, letting it fall to the ground. Her hands moved to the waistband of her skirt, and she stepped out of it without breaking stride.

Joe was already pulling off his shirt, his movements jerky but efficient. “I want to get naked,” he said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion. His pants followed, pooling at his feet as he kicked them aside.

Michael’s breath quickened as he watched them. They were so pliable, so obedient, their minds bending to his will. He could feel their bodies, their sensations, as if they were his own. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and he wanted more.

But he couldn’t stop. Not yet. He pushed them further, his will pressing down on them like a weight. Lisa’s hands went to her undergarments, her movements slow but steady. Joe was already naked, his body stiff and unresponsive except for the twitch of his fingers as he reached for Lisa.

Michael’s mind raced as he guided them, his control absolute. They were close now, so close to the secluded spot he had chosen. But before they could reach it, Lisa and Joe collided, their bodies moving together in a way that was almost graceful, almost natural. But it wasn’t natural. It was him. He was the one pulling the strings.

Lisa’s breath hitched, her eyes glazing over as Michael’s will surged through her. Joe’s hands gripped her shoulders, his movements rough but precise, guided by Michael’s commands. The air was thick with tension, with the raw, unfiltered energy of control.

Joe sought out his most animal desire, shrieked, and grabbed Lisa’s body. Pulling her in an upward motion, he pinned her to the wall as he plunged himself deep inside her.

Lisa moaned loudly, her voice echoing Michael’s as she arched her back, raised her hips, and turned her head to receive Joe’s hard strokes.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air. Joe’s arousal grew, reaching Lisa’s core as he pounded her, pushing deeper and deeper until there was no place left to fill.

“You are mine…” Joe groaned, his eyes flashing red, his grip on Lisa’s ass unyielding, preventing her from moving.

She was just as lost, spreading herself wider, giving his penetrations more room, while squeezing her breasts tightly.

Michael knew every memory, every sexual act they both longed for, and tonight he wanted to make sure they both experienced it.

“Fuck… I want you on the floor…” Michael said, speaking through Joe. He gripped Lisa, dragged her to the floor, and **** her down.

She knelt, and he gripped her head, forcing it down while he guided himself back inside her. His body shuddered with sensations, his eyes rolling back, and his blood burning with excitement.

“Fuck…” Joe grunted, his mind lost, his eyes unfocused, and his body shaking with excitement at what was happening.

With an animalistic hunger, he began to thrust, pressing her further into the floor as he tried to push deeper into her.

Just as the energy began to wane, he bent forward, grabbed her breasts, and began to move slowly, his body quaking as he reached his climax.

The next few moments were a blur. He came hard, pouring himself deep inside Lisa while she moaned and whispered in delight.

A few seconds later, they collapsed to the floor, breathing heavily.

With his craving satisfied, Michael easily eased away from both parties, a smile on his face. From a distance, he watched them come back to their senses.

“Fuck…what just happened…?” Joe asked first, looking around with shock, “Where’s my clothes and why are we fucking naked?”

“Something’s wrong..”.Lisa whispered, her eyes darting around, as if looking for something.

“Come on we need to get out of here before someone sees us, Christ I can’t believe we are naked in the fucking streets and in the middle of nowhere.”

Lisa giggled and stood, her eyes turning around in search of her clothes.

“I can’t believe you are laughing…”Joe who was still mortified groaned.

“It’s too difficult to believe…but someone I feel much better than I have felt in a very long time” she grabbed some of her clothes and began to wear them.

Micheal, from a distance nodded at the couple, an evil smile on his face, slowly he turned and disappeared deep into the night.