Ultimate Power!

You know this has to be a trick. This is a straight up Twilight Zone meets Tales from the Crypt with a side of some kind of pervy porn game where you are playing to get the 'bad' ending on purpose. On the other hand, maybe that's exactly what Allie wants you to think! Maybe by picking an extremely obvious trap, you'll be picking the one right answer, if it even exists. Gambling it all on a long shot, you shout, "I wish for ultimate power!"

You know you fucked up when Allie jumps up and down and squeals, "Yessssssss! I was hoping you'd pick that one!" You really know you fucked up when she blows you a kiss and flaming lips float to yours and sizzle on impact. You feel a torrid throbbing pulse run through you, but you don't feel like you have any control over whatever power Allie just 'blessed' you with. You really reeeally know you fucked up when the scorching shefreet says, "You now have the ultimate power...love! Heh heh anyone that comes withing a hundred feet of you will be compelled to offer you their heart." You look at her sceptically, wondering why your 'utimate' power isn't working on her. She smiles and adds the addendum, "But only if they have a heart to offer! Hahaahhaaaaaa!"

Her laugh trails off, triumphant and tortured as she blazes up in a pillar or flame and disappears, leaving you alone and wondering if she really did make you irresistible or if it was all just another prank. You suppose you will have to find out the soft way, as you can't stay hidden in an abandoned classroom forever. You take a deep breath and peek outside, only exhaling when you see the halls are still empty. You tentatively step outside, praying to any Gods listening to let you get to Counselor Mcbride's office and hope she can lift this accursed blessing before she falls in love herself.

Your eyes dart every which way and as the man said as he fell off the skyscraper, 'Jusqu'ici, tout va bien'. You are about halfway to the counselor's office when you feel a heavy hand come down on your shoulder. Your heart races as you notice the distinctive stitching of Coach Creature. You barely have time to notice that the craftsman ship is surprisingly delicate and detailed before she spins you around and bellows, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING SKIPPING CLASS, MISSY?! I HALF HALF A MIND TO....TO..."

Coach Creature's eyes glow pink as she stares longingly into yours, pulling her sparking bolt covered heart out, wires and all and wails, "OFFER YOU MY HEART FOR ALL TIME!" Before you can say, 'I'm flattered, but...' Coach crams her heart into your mouth giving you **** but to ****...or chew. Holding life so dear, you choose the latter and eat her heart out. It tastes of electricity and eroticism. It seems the Coach is a big old softy underneath the beefy butch exterior. You can feel her urge to smother your face with her wet folds and squeeze your head with her thicc thighs. By the time you swallow the last beautiful bite, you don't have the heart to turn her down.

Before you can whimper, 'Wait...can't we talk a little first?' Coach creature has lifted you like a little doll and carried you into the closest classroom. You have just enough time to wonder how much overhead is wasted on a university with so many empty classrooms before the hot homunculus has your clothes shredded and bent over the desk. You know you could stop her with just a command, but despite holding ultimate power over her, you cannot overpower your own desire to be loved and touched and seen and savored. You let her thick lips wrap around your lower jaw as she licks your lips, inside and out. It is so insane, so illicit, so unbridled and primal, yet so raw, open wound sensitive that all you can do is grip the desk and enjoy the ride.

Coach's massive maw works her way down your body, leaving saucer sized hickeys and twirling her thick tongue around every inch of your supernaturally sensitive skin. Eventually she reaches your lower lips and kisses your pussy even more passionately. You wrap your legs around her head and hold on for dear life. She slurps more mind melting orgasms out of you than you even knew you had in you. She only stops when you manage to moan, "Suh UNH AAHB stuh NNGH GUH WHIMPER stOOooooooOooop!"

She sets you down and looks at you with dead eyes, one blue, one green, that somehow light up with love. You smile and lick your lips. What Allie intended as a Outer Limits ironic 'blessing' is shaping up to be better than she ever could have imagined. Your first heart just happens to belong to the perfect bodyguard, and you have the feeling you'll need the protection...

....

It's been a year since you claimed your first heart, and it was far from the last. You cultivate a fearsome reputation as the kind of suckubus that doesn't keep track of the souls you've claimed, and while the aura of unfeeling is useful, the truth is you keep exact count and cherish every single one. Plus, with your posse of pretty predators, you can afford to be choosey with which hearts you devour and which you send packing. Sure, they'll always have a lingering longing for you, but don't we all hold a torch for someone?

You were expecting Allie to show up sooner or later, and she doesn't disappoint. With a flash of black flame, the shefreet stands before you, looking as stunning and sadistically smug as ever. She saunters over to you smugly and says, "Well, I hope you are satisfied with your wish. I hope being a prisoner of those who love you, yet you can't bring yourself to love back because you know they only love you because of a warped wish! KAAAA HAAAA HAAAAA!"

When she finishes cackling and calms down, she continues coldly, "But I have a way out for you. All you have to do is hand over your heart to me. Your heart and all those you've claimed so far." She smiles and shows her sharp teeth. She looks so triumphant, so sure of her victory over you, so fucking stupid you can't keep a straight face any longer...

"GAAAH HAAAH HAAAAAW! I'm sorry, I know...I know. You're the all powerful shefreet and I'm the stupid slut you tricked, and I would never laugh at you because you'd just come up with some dumb ass ironic punishment instead of having the tits to just fucking kills someone straight up. Not unless I had a really good reason to think I could handle your titty tantrum afterwards." You spit out every syllable with spite as the shefreet seethes and sizzles. You can tell that your next words might be your last, so you make them count.

"Luckily I have 666 reasons, you dumb old dick!" Before Allie can reduce you to a cinder, she is surrounded by an army of your amorous admirers. Vvitches, dragonborne, slimes, vampyre, every sort of were creature, and a full what's what among even the most comprehensive bestiaries. They bind her in an instant as she rages impotently in a sphere of eldrich energy. You continue confidently, "As I was saying, I just had to laugh. See, I'm not as insecure as you. I shared a piece of my heart with every woman I claimed. It made them immune to the wish and they all still stayed. We all just...love each other. I'm sorry that seems so impossible to someone as all powerful as you. I'd pity you, but it would be a waste."

Allie curses you with every dead language she knows and screeches and sobs, while you give the high sign to your magik mistresses and seal the shefreet in a golden lamp. It could have been any object of course, but seeing Allie's face twist in disgust and despair at ending up in such a tired cliche is just icing on the cake. Soon she is sucked up in a plume of red smoke and sealed with more spells, curses, and blessings than has bound any other creature in Hell.

You look around at all the women that love you with their whole hearts, and who you have enough heart to share with them all. You make quite the collective, a polycule with many pairings, triangles, and endlessly angled ardor. Your power and collective wisdom is unrivaled. You have ultimate power, an enslaved shefreet, and the most fearsome **** in all of the damnation, maybe even the wicked world. Who knows what's next for you? You'd love nothing more than to live in peace, but you suspect it's only a matter of time before someone mistakes their jealousy and fear and comes for you.

Let them come, you'll be loving long after their dead, one way or another. If you have to conquer Hell and Heaven and the flyover reams inbetween, you will. One way or another, you'll get your...