Gather your thoughts

Your heart was pounding away violently in your chest. The ring continued to glow as warmth flooded your body. What the hell was happening? Images flooded your mind at all of the sexual possibilities that lay before you.

Take…a voice said into your mind, so soft and intimate that it felt like a lover whispering against your ear. Take what you want from them…

You felt hornier than you had in a long time. A flash of scenarios flooded through your mind, vivid, sensual and so close to reality that your whole being practically lurched forward to grasp them. You felt drunk and high, though it was more intense than anything you had ever experienced before with casual intoxicants. It felt as though your soul was on the verge of orgasm, but constantly denied by some tiny chain of conscience.

Though you had a preference for women, you had previously seen a couple of effeminate guys who had you had found cute. It was never anything you had pursued or ever given much thought to, but even then, Sean? The thought had never crossed your mind before. But now it was all you could think about, bending the other young man over and impaling his tight ass with your hard cock, fucking him until he screamed your name like it was a prayer.

And of course there was his mother as well. Visions of Linda brought low, worshipping your cock, spreading herself open for you as you plundered her depths, forcing an ocean of cum into her womb until it took root. Her fat and full with your bastard children…

It was the ring, you knew. The whole of the bathroom was bathed in the crimson glow as the tiny gem pulsated with otherworldly energy. Whatever the hell was powering it seemed to pulse with lusty energy that effected you as well as the whoever beheld it. And it was effecting you pretty strongly. Your cock was diamond hard in your pants, yearning for release. It was all you could think about…

There was a knock on the door behind you, and a voice came from the other side. “Mike, are you in there?”

You were so lost in your building sense of lust that you couldn’t even discern the identity of the person on the other side. The ache for release was overwhelming and you couldn’t deny the call of the ring any longer. You decided to find your release on the newcomer.

Grabbing the door handle and swinging it open you allowed the crimson energy to consume the person in the doorway.