By shutting up and just being her happy boy toy

What could I possibly say to that? She had the look of a hunting predator, and all I could do was nod again and be her prey. She looked back at the witches once more.

“So--he’s really mine? And this...gift...it’s not going to like, run out on me when I’m flying over the trees or something and I get a certain distance away from you guys?”

“Nope,” Said the taller witch. “Yours to keep...forever and ever. We’re thinking it’ll be a change for the better.” Now the staffer practically growled as she looked back at me.

“Well, not that you’re not cute enough,” She told me, “But looks aren’t exactly the same as chemistry--know what I mean?”

Those hazel eyes staring at me, her plump, upturned lips grinning and ready to make mischief...I didn’t say anything in response. I don’t think I needed to. I couldn’t read minds either, but I knew what was coming next.

She wrapped her arms around me, sucking on my painted lower lip before diving full-**** into one of the most passionate kisses I’ve ever experienced. My enchanted leather gloves helped wrap my own arms around her in return--and my mouth...well, I responded like any warm-blooded guy would.

And neither of us seemed to be disappointed.

Our bodies sailed into the air, slowly rotating as we held each other and continued to kiss until we were well on our way to the high, vaulted ceiling of the department store.

When her soft lips finally pulled away from my own, she pushed away from me a little, her eyes blinking as she took a second to consider what she just did.

“I mean...normally that’s not me,” She said, “But under the circumstances you can appreciate the, uh...assertive freedom, right?”

I just nodded slowly, smiling at her and leaning forward, begging to go back in for more. I felt her thighs vice around my skirt, feeling her tight, denim-covered ass bounce against my cock as she put her hand on my lace bra, pushing against the invisibly filled lumps. I shuddered a little as I felt the sensation against my own nipples through seeming inches of empty void, and she shook her head.

“No no--I get to say when and how,” She giggled, enjoying her newfound control over me. “But suffice it to say the chemistry...is certainly there. She apparently noticed that I reacted to her pressing against the green bra--because now she started kneading the cups.

I moaned.

“Hey, easy...eassssy,” I pleaded, only making her laugh and **** the phantom-filled brassiere more.

“Like I said--you don’t get to make the demands anymore,” she purred, playing with the tits of the bra as I nearly lost it. “And I have to admit--as ridiculous as you look in this stuff, and much as I’m not...totally into embarassing a strapping guy like you--this is, um...pretty interesting. You can actually feel this all the way through that empty space, can’t you?”

I gasped as she pinched the protruding nipples of the lacy cups, and this time I swear that my own nipples visibly responded to the pinches.

“Yuh--yeah, I can obviously feel it!” I whined, my cock straining even harder. I was going to cum all over the inside of the pantyhose and skirt if she didn’t stop. “Come on...go easy…”

She just laughed again, pushing the cups together and watching me squirm in response.

“Oh, there’s no way I’m not gonna play with you. Not when you want every bit of it. It doesn’t take telepathy, dude.” She leaned in and kissed me again, but when I tried to go in for another tongue dance, she teased away again.

“Now--I’m obviously gonna make you my toy. I think you want it that way. But maybe...I should let you have a little tiny degree of control.”

We sailed down toward the makeup counter again, and when she snapped her fingers, my gloved hands pulled my arms up into the air. I didn’t know why until I saw the green satin blouse flutter behind me, sliding its sleeves over my arms and pulling itself over me and buttoning.

“How do I thank you two for all this?” She asked the witches. The plump one bit her lip, clearly enjoying the display the staffer put on with me as the taller one responded.

“By having just as much fun as you are, honey. The world belongs to women like us now.” The blonde shrugged. “You’re not immortal, though...so take care that you watch out for little soldatae like our buddies dancing in the wings. As much fun as your new toy is--some of them are bound to try to take you down. They don’t exactly like disruptions...and powers like yours and ours are obviously nuclear Armageddon level, as far as some of them are concerned.”

“So...be subtle?” She asked.

“At first,” the plumper witch said. “Before long there’ll be enough of us watching out for each other that you won’t have to be...but at first, just be cautious of the big baddies. Don’t let them keep them from your fun, though. Just...make sure you have the upper hand. Like we did.” She smirked as she motioned back at the dressed up cops, **** to dance as their empty but well-filled uniforms stood guard over the scene.

“How will I find you two if I--”

“We’ll be in touch,” The blonde said with a finger to her head. “Distance doesn’t really affect this kind of communication. Now go play,” she grinned.

The staffer nodded as she leaned against me and rode my body right out the wide door of the department store and into the main space of the mall.

“Thanks again!” She shouted back as the witches and the latina waved. She leaned into me, pecking me on the cheek as she groped the lumps in my satin blouse, making me moan again. “Now--that degree of control I mentioned,” she said with a raised eyebrow, “time for you to exercise it. Where should we go for our first real date?”