Visit Joan

Connor called Joan as he headed out, throwing the phone to speaker as he got in the car.

"Hiyee!" said Joan, picking up on the first ring, "So how was the talk?" There was obvious concern in her voice. Hearing her voice made Connor realize that, recent weirdness aside, he was wildly, stupidly in love with her.

"Awkward, alright, kind of good. In that order," he replied, "I've just left, actually. Dad didn't have that long. Are you free?" Connor honestly couldn't have said if he wanted to discuss the whole "You're a Cambion" conversation with Joan, test his powers further, or just relax with his girlfriend.

"Ummm... yeah. My parents are out, house all to myself. Come round now," There was an edge of a purr to her voice that reminded Connor of big cats. He was a bit excited, but also wary.

"Alright. I'll head over, it'll be good to talk."

Joan's parents house wasn't so far away from the airport, and Connor made it in good time. He bounded up the garden path and found the front door open. He respectfully removed his shoes (Joan's parents were strict on that, event if they weren't there), and called out for Joan. No reply. He went to the kitchen, helped himself to a glass of water, and checked that she wasn't out by the pool.

Connor headed upstairs to her bedroom, and pushed open the door. He was greeted by the sight of Joan's ass, as good a view as he'd ever had of it before in their rather chaste relationship. She was lying face down on her bed, nothing covering her from his view except a pair of pink panties. She had one hand inside them, and Connor could see her fingers inside the fabric, moving in and out in a steady rhythm. Connor hesitated in the doorway. Lust and embarrassment battled. Then he realized he could feel something. More than the sight of Joan masturbating, past the smell of her (and the scent of her pussy filled the bedroom) there was something else. He recognized that his powers were coming into play - his pulse was racing and there was a sense of exertion like he was lifting a colossal weight or sprinting.

The knowledge appeared in Connor's mind - and it was knowledge, not intuition or imagination. Joan was reading an erotic story - and it had gotten her excited enough to begin touching herself. And then she'd got so into that that she'd not heard him come in. He took a step forwards, then realized something more. It was a rather kinky story, and right now Joan was fucking her dripping pussy to the thought of being used by a man. Of having to obey his desires.