Martinique

The sexy Martinique had always seemed way out of your league, but after your session with Cyndi it seems that leagues don't apply anymore. You feel an incredible rush of power as you realize you can literally make any woman your own. A good thing, too, as nailing the nurse seems to have increased your appetite rather than satisfied it. It occurs to you that the meteorite (if that's what it was) has affected you in more ways than one.

Since you're not a fool, you question the doctors to make sure it's wise for you to leave the hospital (using your power to make them answer truthfully), and confirm that the main reason they want to keep you is curiousity rather than medical necessity. After that, it's just a matter of signing the necessary forms and getting on your way. At your "suggestion", the chief surgeon is kind enough to lend you his Mercedes.

The next day you're back at school. You find out very quickly the need to wear dark glasses to keep everyone around you from slipping into a trance as soon as they look at you. Of course there are questions as to where you've been, how you're feeling, that kind of thing, but a quick glance over the top of your sunglasses at each person is enough to keep them quiet. Finally, just after lunch, you spot Martinique across the quad. Dark hair, lustrous eyes, and firm round tits complete the figure of the sexy Euro-babe, now finally within your reach.

You approach her from behind with a new confidence. "Excuse me, Martinique?" you say softly.

She turns. "Do I know you?" she asks with that unbearably enticing accent. You haven't taken off your glasses, so she has yet to fall under your spell.

"Not really. We had a couple of classes together last semester. I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime, dinner and clubbing, perhaps?"

She smiles at you in a condescending way. "Excuse moi. I do not think so."

"Perhaps we could just get together and fuck each other, then."

Her eyes go wide. "What did you say to me??"

She pulls back to slap you, but the blow never lands. As you push the glasses back up onto your forehead and lock eyes with her, she shudders suddenly as if hit with a physical ****. "I said, let's get together and fuck sometime. Your place or mine? And put your hand down."

Martinique lowers her hand, dazed. "You wish to fuck me?"

"Not as much as you want to fuck me."

"Yes... I want to fuck you..." She raises her skirt and approaches slowly, spreading her legs around you. Her tits press against you and her hands reach to unzip your trousers -

You're a bit startled, to say the least! "Wait, not here," you say quickly. There's no denying your cock is rock-hard and ready, but you're in the middle of a crowded lawn without so much as a bush to hide behind. Fortunately, no one seems to have noticed much, and you're able to turn away those nearby with a glare or two. Your power is potent indeed; you'll need to be careful what you say.

"But I need you," she pouts. "I need you inside my pussy..."

You glance around. The bell tower is nearby, and even if it's not empty you could make it so with little effort. Of course, you also know that you could simply tell her to meet you at home and she would do it without question. Or maybe there's some other way you could have some fun with her.