She does something to spoil it.

I don't want to do this.

Your nipples desire it; your pussy desires it; what the fuck are you talking about?

My body wants it but I don't! Not like this! Oh god he's trying to stick his tongue in my mouth.

She forces her mouth closed so his tongue can't come in. Instead he's licking her lips which is raising a thousand kinds of disgust. Your head is pushing from side to side.

"Keep your tongue in your own mouth!"

"If you don't like that, you're definitely not going to like this."

He raises his head and his hand grabs her jaw, forcing her mouth open. Half a second later it's full of rapidly-engorging cock. She's trying to scream but her terror reaction is preventing her. He pushes one finger of his free hand into her vagina.

No! He's **** me! Do something!

You're feeling along with her fear, and she did give you a direct order. He vanishes.

Is that better?

Yes. That was terrifying.

There, there. It's okay now; you won't be seeing him for a while.

What'd you do? Throw him into a volcano?

No, a playground. Full of children. And their parents.

You're evil.

Her relief is palpable and her adrenaline is way up. You've been watching humans for centuries and you can tell what's coming next. Her palm starts rubbing her (your) pussy to banish the memory of his finger, then continues rubbing because her pussy wants it. Shortly the other hand joins it; after a bit of rubbing two fingers dive inside and start thrusting. This time she comes quickly, deeply, and all over her hands. Fight-or-flight orgasms are the best.

She slides down off the sofa and stands on wobbly legs. Her already-soaked hand is wiping at the cum and jizz on her chest, spreading it around more than anything. She walks over to the window and grabs the sheers but stops before pulling them closed. She looks at the balcony across from hers.

That's his apartment, isn't it?

Yes.

I want to see it; can you fly me over there?

I can't affect you directly, remember?