she would see was a nebulous mist hovering over her, clinging to her skin; she would believe she was still sleeping. It didn’t matter; after she came and the spell was cast, she wouldn’t remember anything.
Slowly, he mentally moved his hands over her body, his mind filling in the blanks that did not translate into the ether realm. That was one of the drawbacks of sex in the spiritual realm; he enjoyed the physical aspect of sex, of feeling a woman’s lush breasts, her wet arousal. His voice low, thick, dreamlike as he asked, “Do you remember me?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her heart rate accelerating in arousal. “You were at the club tonight; you and two others.”
Armand smiled to himself, or what constituted as smiling in the ether world; the girl did not seem disappointed to have him in her dreams as compared to Vaughn. Perhaps if things had played out differently, he would have been the one to have sex with her in the bathroom of that club and he would have been able to mind wipe her then. And he would have been able to leave a back door in her head for him to visit in her dreams. The good thing about knowing the rules so well was the ability to also know how to break them, something his brothers hadn’t learned.
“Let me into your body,” he breathed, the syrupy sound of his voice lulling her further. “Your mind.”
“Yes,” she repeated. He could picture her chocolate hair spread out on the pillows, her face flushed with arousal. He could almost smell her feminine musk.
His hands moved over her body and he imagined the feel of her nipples puckering beneath his palm, her stomach quivering under his fingers. “Remove your barriers.”
He felt the rustle as she stripped out of her night clothes, laying herself bare literally and figuratively. An image of Melanie wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants and a tank top flashed in his head and he had an unexpected flash of guilt for doing this to her. He quickly reminded himself that it was for her own good, his brother’s as well.
Sexual energy came off her in waves, mingling with his energy and fueling his power; her response pleased him, even if her found it somehow lacking; even if he couldn’t explain what he had been hoping for. Forcing himself to concentrate on what he had to do instead of fantasies and wishes he couldn’t indulge, he sent a surge of lust directly to her feminine core. “Touch yourself.”
When he didn’t immediately feel a surge in her desire he was a little concerned; was she resisting him even in her sleep? But then he felt another energy source and grimaced; she had grabbed a masturbatory enhancer. While it wouldn’t interfere with his spell, it was going to be annoying. The rhythmic pulsing of the droning, electric cock played havoc on a body in the ether realm.
Gritting his teeth, he continued to send his own pulses of lust through her body, concentrating on the spell he was forming even as her passion built. Ignoring the humming, he continued whispering, “Tonight you experienced a normal New Year’s celebration; there was nothing out of the ordinary.”
“Oooo,” she moaned, the pressure building. He didn’t have much time.
“You did not meet anyone interesting,” he continued, trying not to rush the words, the spell. “You want to keep your life normal; you have no interest in magic or gargoyles.”
He doubted she was even hearing what he was saying, which was as it should be. Why, then, was he so disappointed? The spell was doing exactly as it was supposed to do, and in a way that was far less challenging than he had expected. Perhaps that was what was bothering him; he wasn’t being challenged. Her body was tightening as she fought for release; it was time to finish it; finish her association with him and his brothers.
“You no longer wish to remain in this building and you never want to return. In
Slowly, he mentally moved his hands over her body, his mind filling in the blanks that did not translate into the ether realm. That was one of the drawbacks of sex in the spiritual realm; he enjoyed the physical aspect of sex, of feeling a woman’s lush breasts, her wet arousal. His voice low, thick, dreamlike as he asked, “Do you remember me?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her heart rate accelerating in arousal. “You were at the club tonight; you and two others.”
Armand smiled to himself, or what constituted as smiling in the ether world; the girl did not seem disappointed to have him in her dreams as compared to Vaughn. Perhaps if things had played out differently, he would have been the one to have sex with her in the bathroom of that club and he would have been able to mind wipe her then. And he would have been able to leave a back door in her head for him to visit in her dreams. The good thing about knowing the rules so well was the ability to also know how to break them, something his brothers hadn’t learned.
“Let me into your body,” he breathed, the syrupy sound of his voice lulling her further. “Your mind.”
“Yes,” she repeated. He could picture her chocolate hair spread out on the pillows, her face flushed with arousal. He could almost smell her feminine musk.
His hands moved over her body and he imagined the feel of her nipples puckering beneath his palm, her stomach quivering under his fingers. “Remove your barriers.”
He felt the rustle as she stripped out of her night clothes, laying herself bare literally and figuratively. An image of Melanie wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants and a tank top flashed in his head and he had an unexpected flash of guilt for doing this to her. He quickly reminded himself that it was for her own good, his brother’s as well.
Sexual energy came off her in waves, mingling with his energy and fueling his power; her response pleased him, even if her found it somehow lacking; even if he couldn’t explain what he had been hoping for. Forcing himself to concentrate on what he had to do instead of fantasies and wishes he couldn’t indulge, he sent a surge of lust directly to her feminine core. “Touch yourself.”
When he didn’t immediately feel a surge in her desire he was a little concerned; was she resisting him even in her sleep? But then he felt another energy source and grimaced; she had grabbed a masturbatory enhancer. While it wouldn’t interfere with his spell, it was going to be annoying. The rhythmic pulsing of the droning, electric cock played havoc on a body in the ether realm.
Gritting his teeth, he continued to send his own pulses of lust through her body, concentrating on the spell he was forming even as her passion built. Ignoring the humming, he continued whispering, “Tonight you experienced a normal New Year’s celebration; there was nothing out of the ordinary.”
“Oooo,” she moaned, the pressure building. He didn’t have much time.
“You did not meet anyone interesting,” he continued, trying not to rush the words, the spell. “You want to keep your life normal; you have no interest in magic or gargoyles.”
He doubted she was even hearing what he was saying, which was as it should be. Why, then, was he so disappointed? The spell was doing exactly as it was supposed to do, and in a way that was far less challenging than he had expected. Perhaps that was what was bothering him; he wasn’t being challenged. Her body was tightening as she fought for release; it was time to finish it; finish her association with him and his brothers.
“You no longer wish to remain in this building and you never want to return. In
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