My Mojo

"Ooooo-~ohh, my balls reverberate whenever I see prime meat ready to breed...."

As I lie upon this world, I give off natural instincts of copulation and self-preservation within the animal known as the female - to her, I gradually become nicer, more magnificent, awe-inspiring, and generally more acceptable and open to anything I desire. My musk (whatever it is) is like an invisible floating cloud, spreading out to 1.5 km in circumference. Though affecting all, men react more apathetic and uncaring as to what I do, and pretty much live their lives like blissful zombie businessmen.

Now the women, heh. They pretty much open up like a flower, naturally beginning to accept me as status quo, in which whatever I say goes. I bring about a calm sense of tranquility, geniality, and agreeance to everything that I am as a person they trust the most.

That way I'm pretty much accepted accross the board. Thing are pretty much what they are like everyday, and I do love the juxtaposition between people doing their various activities or jobs, the wave of lust barrelling through, affecting them in various ways, and how they react to and sense my presence. It's often very cute to watch.

People slowly and gradually start to relax, a feeling of awe and warmth sticking and stretching into the very pores of their minds, and feel an immediate surge of respect, love and piety to 'Something' adjacent to themselves.

Makes for a lot of lucky situations! *kek*

The best part? This musk only affects those who would wanted to be fucked otherwise. Those that aren't interested will still be happy and genial, but sincere in their feelings: for someone else, for passions in their life that cannot be halted, or in interest to any future scenario, and will pursue those feelings regardless. And that's fine, since a good more than half of women I've seen have wanted to fuck. And even some of the women that I can't fuck let me fondle and grope at my leisure.

While relatively intoxicated, they are still their own people, and their perspectives and interests are relative to each of themselves, so of course my power doesn't affect the norm, it becomes it. Its design in function is to bring about each day as normally as possible while my mojo works.

Just as I finish explaining my powers in a roundabout way for no reason, up come jogging a pair of busty beauties. While they're still a distance away, I direct them towards me with a casual wave of my waves. As they approach, the blonde on the right - pony tail in white cap, more fit than the other, wearing a tennis top and shorts - stumbles a bit while her friend - a perky black brunette in a tight yoga tracksuit - grabs her elbow in support, while I can just make out her legs quivering.

I figured, as a proper gentleman, I should avail myself of helping these two.

"Hey, you two! Are you all right?" I ask, with the deepest of empathetic smiles plastered on my face. The action is rewarded, as I can see the blond wince and shiver at the sound of my voice.

"Hey um, if you're not feeling well, would you like to sit down?" Blondie slowly looks up towards my face, and as she does, her eyes alight, with a smile slowly turning dopey.

"Oh! Uh, thank you! I will, um..." She glances at her friend, and red looks up at me, calculating her chances. I continue my pacifist guise, and with my power, it doesn't take long for her to nod and as a support, helps carry Blondie towards the bench.

As they pace closer, I grin inwardly, enjoying the gradual change that comes over their faces. Starting from disconcerting, to neutral, peaceful, casual, friendly, and then with a flush in their faces and slight uncertainty in Red's eyes as Blondie finally sits down. Phew, it sure looked like Blondie needed the break, what with her panting breathlessly, damp with sweat, nipples hard, and her body twitching involuntarily. Her gaze looks up, unfocused, her mouth agape.

"S-sorry, don't know what happened, I just need - to stay here a while." She softly examines her surroundings, smiling serenely at me. "Yes, that would be nice." She says, stretching in a feline manner, getting herself comfortable.

"Hey Leese, didn't you - have -"She continues to pause, frowning in consternation, struggling to remember whatever irrelevant lives they had previously. As she continues to ponder she sits down beside me and flashes me a slight smile. "It was just that - you had - huh."

"Maybe if you continue to sit here, it will come back to you?" I offer.

"Uh, yeah, I knew that, whatever, sure." She resigns, crossing her arms and starts leaning on me, much to my surprise, but not really, as what really surprised me was her ****. The event must have been important, but at the same time not? Whatever, not my business. Her leaning on me was simply a result of her beginning to crave my scent, however subconsciously.

"Oh, uh, sorry! I must have been more tired than I thought." She says, shocked upwards, but with what looked like a slight pang of sorrow. Heh.

"Oh, uh...no, no! That's fine. I mean, you can, I mean..." I look away, hiding an obvious blush, and a more than obvious boner. Through the corner of my eye, I could just see her catch my wood before I hide it completely. She bites her lip.

"Hmm..." She looks inwards, than at me, her lips spreading into a coy smile. "But where are my manners? Here, you have been so hospitable, I should do.." She places her hand on my thigh, softly and slowly stroking it up and down, "something.." She raises her mouth to my ear, drops her voice to a sensuous tone, and moves her hand further downwards. "For..you?" She licks into my eardrum as she plays around my hard pantline.