by D. R. Rosier
I took deep gulping breaths when I came down only to roll into a second immediate rise to ecstasy. I heard his loud grunt and his girth expanded, stretching me out further. I squeezed his manhood with my hot wet molten core and ground back into him as he unloaded his essence deep inside me. I could feel it mixing with my own juices and our combined scent filled me with a contented satisfaction as he pulled out and gathered me gently in his arms.
He said in both awe and exasperation, “Damn it woman, you drive me nuts sometimes.”
I smiled softly and said innocently, “Really? I had no idea.”
I don’t think he bought it…
Kristi’s Bank Job
It has been two years since the prophecy was known, the time that changed my life completely for good or ill. Two years since I had gained my magic, and found the man I was determined to spend the rest of my life with. I’ve come pretty far with my magic, but I still had no idea how to trigger, or even stop, a pre or post cognition.
The first time I had a post cognition had been when Vinnie and that trampy witch were about to get killed by a demon. Since then I have only had two. The second had been of an explosion on a subway train. I tried to make a difference. I considered my magic would not have shown it to me if I was meant to ignore it. Yet, in the end, I couldn’t prevent it.
The third vision which I had two weeks ago, had prompted me to get this job. I was in my second year of going for my masters and I was on track to complete it this year. Vinnie, Alicia and I had a house off campus and we were still going as strong as ever. I would know, after all we often shared our thoughts and feelings during our more intimate moments. Inevitably other thoughts leak through to me, but they don’t mind.
My best friend Hope was also doing well in her second year of med school, but I didn’t see her as often as I would like. It was hard being across a third of the country. Even with Hope’s teleportation we had to be careful around humans who would notice her gone, or wonder why she was back in town.
What I had seen in my third vision was horrible. An explosion kills a great number of people. It would happen during a robbery; a man would come in with a bomb strapped to his chest. He would hold a dead man’s switch in his left hand and a nine millimeter Beretta in his right.
The security guard was looking from the side and would only see the gun in the robber’s right hand. He would tackle the bank robber and wrestle him to the ground. The bank robber would have the dead man’s switch inadvertently knocked out of his hand. I shuddered at the remembered visual of the explosion.
I was determined not to fail my magic again, no matter how ridiculous that thought seemed to me at times. At least I had a definitive location this time, and a time of day, 3:42 PM. The problem of course, is I didn’t have a date. All I knew was people were wearing jackets. Some of them were light and some heavy, which for late November in Chicago was about now.
It felt like the time was close. I doubted I would have to wait a whole year for it to happen. I had a rough sense of when it would happen, but it wasn’t that specific. Just… soon. I didn’t think it would be today, it was only two, but my manager was wearing a blue shirt today. I was positive he had a white shirt and red tie in my vision.
When I’d had the vision a couple of weeks ago I had started finding reasons to loiter around the bank around three thirty. It was the third day of this I noticed they were hiring. Vinnie took care of a lot of stuff, most of it really, but it was important for me to have my own money. At least, to me it was. So when I saw the hiring sign I filled out an application.
I knew being a young attractive blonde with large breasts opened doors for me, but I almost had whiplash as the manager interviewed me on the spot and wanted me to start the following day. I didn’t get any creepy vibes from him, and it had been clear enough he was impressed with my attitude and intelligence. That I was eye candy would just be a plus for him.
It wasn’t so bad dealing with customers and I had been considering just keeping the job to have more money for incidentals and a clothes budget. There were much worse jobs out there, and I needed the money anyway.
I was twenty four now, and as far as I could tell I looked the same as I had two years ago. We still weren’t sure what having my magic unlocked meant for my aging. I was the only human we were aware of that had their magic fully unlocked so there was no precedent. Only time would tell. I knew Vinnie loved me, but I still worried about the aging without him thing. I probably would worry until I knew one way or the other for sure.
Bill interrupted my musings, “Kristi, please take the drive through, send Mary on her break.”
I smiled and nodded. It felt a little funny as I walked away from the counter toward the back room by the drive thru station. It was something new I was trying, and I felt a little dirty, and a lot naughty, as the ass plug moved and stretched my tight hole as I walked.
That first time I had let Vinnie have my ass was terrifying, I had no real idea what it would be like and had heard a lot more horror stories of how bad and painful it was, than how good it was, from my girlfriends in college.
It had been an impulsive moment. I had just read in his mind how much he liked my ass. It was almost disturbing how much he liked my ass, yet it also had made me feel sexy as hell, desirable, and a little naughty. So on impulse I had given him my anal virginity, something I’d never even considered doing before. The beginning wasn’t all that great, it hurt when I had locked up back there, it was only after much patience and trying to relax, that it had changed to something else.
A pleasant fullness, and a thrill at the taboo of it had come over me. Then he had started moving in and out of me causing a pleasant tingling burn. It was amazing when I felt him with my fingertips inside my wet heat, through the flesh. I had cum so hard I saw stars. I had told him I liked it and he was lucky. The truth was, I had liked it a lot, not only the feeling of it, but him violating a place that was all his.
I teased him for his ass fetish all the time, but the truth is I love it just as much, from being spanked, to him taking my puckered star. I had let him take me that way a number of times the last two years, and I continued to love it. But one thing I hated was the slow build up. It took what seemed forever to get stretched and loosened enough so he could take me hard and fast.
I had heard about butt plugs, and had always had negative thoughts about them, until I realized they would be perfect for what I needed. I was finding out today that I kind of liked it in my ass, stuck up there stretching me out as I smiled and served the bank customers. It made me feel naughty and dirty. They had no idea when they looked at me what an ass slut I was for Vinnie.
But that was all beside the point.
I was doing this so I could surprise Vinnie this afternoon after work, he wouldn’t have to be all gentle and patient stretching me out and working it in. This time, it wouldn’t take long at all before I was ready to take it hard and fast. Actually, I was considering another change as well, and hoped he would like it. I loved Vinnie so much I would do anything for him, but I wondered how much of this was giving him what he wanted, and how much was instead taking what I wanted. What I had learned to love doing.
In the end, it didn’t much matter.
Traffic seemed to be slowing and I was finding myself daydreaming about it more and more between customers. I fantasized about him coming in the bank, bending me over the counter and fucking my ass in front of the customers. I have to admit I was more than a little wet when Mary came back and sent me up front. I was a total mess and couldn’t wait to get home, but I wasn’t off until four.
I took a couple of customers and then froze as I got a look at Bill in his office. He no longer had a blue shirt on. It was white, with a red tie. I was annoyed for a second, wondering why he would change shirts. Maybe he spilled something on the blue one? I guess it really didn’t matter.
My eyes snapped to the clock and it was 3:42. I must have made a worried face because the customer was giving me a str
ange look. I hurried and finished the transaction.
I said, “Have a nice day,” when the bank robber walked in the door.
I was painfully aware I couldn’t use magic overtly. But I reached out with my magic to the dead man’s switch in his left hand. If he released the trigger, it would send a detonation signal down the cord and into the explosives. It wasn’t one of those fancy wireless ones you see on TV cop shows. I reached inside the cord connecting the detonator switch to the bomb and used telekinesis to disconnect the ground circuit.
The little green light on top turned red and the bank robber noticed right away. Before he could do anything however, the bank guard tackled him right on queue and took him down to the ground. I kept my magic out and concentrated as people screamed and ducked for cover. Bang. I shielded the young mother’s forehead, deflecting the bullet into the wall behind her. Bang. Bang. One bullet hit the wall, the second bullet I slightly deflected from Cindy, the new account manager’s leg.
I let out the breath I’d been holding. That would be it, the guard knocked out the robber with a hard elbow to his temple and the dead man’s switch clattered to the floor. The explosives safely disarmed did not go off. I looked around with tears in my eyes. Bill the manager, Cindy for new accounts, Mary who was another teller. All people that I had gotten to know over the last week would have died without my vision; but they were still alive.
Not to mention fourteen adult customers and two children. I was incredibly relieved, and as the adrenaline wore down, I was extremely horny. After giving a statement to the police it was close to five when I got home.
I crept upstairs and Vinnie was meditating. He was buried in that deep meditation that made him oblivious to the world around him. I grinned as I stripped off my clothes and then pushed him onto his back, making sure he didn’t hit his head. He didn’t wake from his meditation, so I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off.
I knelt between his legs and teased my labia with a fingertip as I leaned down and sucked him into my mouth.
I looked up toward his head while he hardened on my tongue. He moaned and slowly came out of his meditation. He looked down and smiled when our eyes locked, then gasped as I teased the underside of his cock with my tongue.
Vinnie said, “Hi baby, it’s good to see you home.”
I bet it was. I winked and started to suck harder and bobbed my head up and down until he was as hard as steel.
I smiled mysteriously and said, “Got a surprise for you… I think you’ll like it.”
Without looking I pulled the lube off the end table with my magic, it flew straight into my hand. I squeezed some out and started working it up and down on his manhood, covering every inch of him.
He gulped and asked, “What’s that?”
I stood and straddled his middle facing toward his feet. I heard him gasp and guessed he had seen the plug. I reached around and worked it out, then slathered some more lube on my gaping brown hole.
He tried to get up and grab me, but I pushed him down with my magic and turned my head around, making him watch me play with myself.
I said sultrily, “I love when you take me in the ass, but I wanted to try something new, something we have never done. I think you’ll like it.”
I slowly squatted, reverse cowgirl. I grabbed his hard pulsing length and lined it up, then lowered myself against it. His tip was at least twice as big around as the thin section of the plug, so I was very careful as I used gravity to push my body down on his pole. I gasped at the burn as he popped into my ass. I closed my eyes and forced my body to relax, eventually it listened. It still took a minute, but nowhere near as long as without the butt plug.
I felt his hands brush my waist, thighs and ass.
He said, “God you’re amazing Kristi.”
I kept up a stream of dirty talk as I lowered down, slowly impaling my ass until he was buried, “Really? You want to watch me impale my ass on that big fat cock of yours? Does that turn you on? That I couldn’t wait to get home and get you in my tight little ass? Do you like that I thought of it and dreamed of it constantly with that plug in my ass all day? Wishing it was you in there instead…”
When I got to the end of that, I was wondering who I was turning on more. My fingers slipped effortlessly between my swollen and soaked pussy lips.
He grunted and pushed up while I pushed down.
He said, “God yes, all of it, damn you’re so tight.”
It hurt, but it was a burning low level pain that actually felt good. I was playing with my labia and teasing my clit with light brushes. On impulse I picked up the plug and stuck it inside my wet heat. It wasn’t very long, but it opened me up and the feeling of fullness from both stretched holes was almost overwhelming.
I started to lift and drop. I moaned at the fullness and the feeling of burning friction on my tight ring. I started going faster and faster. There was something so amazing in this to me. I loved it when he took my ass, but actually being in control of it gave it a new level of dirtiness and feeling naughty that went straight to my clenching needy core. The burn of taking him in mixed with the pleasure of my core masturbation and I rose quickly.
I gasped and said breathily, “Going to… god!”
My body locked up and my legs gave out at the explosion of pleasure. I dropped straight down burying him deep within my rectum. I felt his hands steady me as my center tightened. I smiled as I felt him reaching bliss buried deep inside my shaking body. When we came down, I slowly pushed up with my legs, my ass feeling strangely empty and hollow without my love in me. He pulled me down next to him and I cuddled into his side.
Vinnie kissed my forehead, “You can do that anytime baby.”
I kissed him softly then said, “Glad you liked it… it was better than I thought it would be. And trust me, I had very high expectations.”
We kissed and caressed each other for a few moments.
Vinnie asked, “So how was work?”
I smiled, “Good, it was a good day.”
After all, I had saved a bunch of people using my magic. I had also fully embraced a part of myself I had always questioned before now. I was a total ass slut, which worked out perfectly considering how much I loved the man next to me. I snorted at the thought, but kept silent when Vinnie gave me a questioning glance.
I reached down and started to play with his manhood. I was still horny and I needed him to satisfy my velvety core as well…
Hope’s Training
I spit dirt and blew my breath out hard, trying to clear my mouth. If I hadn’t been in my trained mindset for focus and suppressing my emotions I was sure I would be pissed off. I had been finding myself eating dirt a lot lately.
Over the last three years I had learned a lot thanks to my deep internal meditation. My sword, armor, my deep battle focus, and even warding was all automatic by now just like my shields had been back then. I was also able to keep my focus almost constantly while going through my day, only letting it down in the private moments while protected by my wards. I was living in the apartment I am renting outside of Harvard.
As far as battle magic went I was pretty set, I just needed a lot of practice. Meditation wise I was working with the other magics now, and wasn’t so intensely driven about it now that I could protect myself. In theory anyway. I was also starting to focus on the magic to change my shape and age. I wasn’t quite there on that yet, but had time before I would start looking out of place.
I was twenty five, and had only stopped aging a few months ago.
Bree is still with me of course, as is Rafe. I’m in my last year of med school, and should be starting my internship soon. I applied to a couple of hospitals here in Chicago. I like Harvard, but I miss my home town. I won’t know for a few more months though if I’ll be accepted or not.
I don’t get home often, but when I do my mother drills me mercilessly in fighting. I had thought it a great idea to get my sword and armor spells working and automatic. It was a proud moment when with a
thought I could cast a glyph and have my magic actually become manifest into a solid sword, almost as if it was matter and not energy of some kind.
Of course, that was when mom volunteered to teach me to fight that way. In the beginning it wasn’t too bad, she taught me the forms, and how to sword fight. Once I was competent at normal swordplay things changed.
It was this next level that was causing me to eat dirt all the time. The secret to the enhanced speed, and the almost unperceivable fast sword movements my mother made was not because of her body speed, or the strength of her arm, it was all about the magic.
That took a lot of focus, concentration, and above all forethought and planning to account for the slower body and reflexes. The sword, armor and shield were all automatic to cast and maintain, but to go fast I had to manipulate the magic, guide it. Just like the normal golden light of my magic, I could send my armor incredibly fast across a field, with me in it.
It’s complicated, without forethought I won’t have my feet in the right position when I stop. When I use the magic to swing my sword faster, I have to anticipate it, and concentrate to both loosen my muscles and make sure my body works with, and doesn’t fight, the movement of my magic.
She assured me that it will always take great concentration to move and manipulate my magical armor and sword to enhanced speeds. But she also said that it will get easier to adjust the body, and that muscle memory will kick in after a while. So far that hasn’t happened, at all.
Luckily the sword and armor are just a concept; we can actually specify any size and type of sword in our minds when casting the glyph. Right now, during practice, the blades are extremely dull and won’t cut through our armor. But it still hurts when I’m hit by a blunt object and sent sprawling into the dirt. I’d probably also be embarrassed, but I can barely feel my emotions and I have that total focus going.
Without that, what I was trying to learn would most likely be impossible. I would probably also be wishing I was back in Harvard at a party. Instead I was grimly determined to knock my mother on her ass one of these days. Not out of any sense of revenge, just because it would mean I’m getting better. That doesn’t mean of course I wouldn’t feel a swell of satisfaction when I turn off my battle focus.