Under Her Spell

by Maggie Morton

  “Why, Onyx, what’s gotten into you? Why so doubtful?” She picked him up, carrying him through the restaurant’s front door.

  Onyx leapt out of her arms and said, “Just don’t make me say ‘I told you so.’”

  After a delicious lunch of a chicken burger and some sweet-potato fries, Terra thanked Pan and left the restaurant with Onyx. “See? Nothing to worry about. Nothing at all, you silly cat.” They got back into the car, and Terra started the ignition. And then things started to get weird.

  Instead of being in the car, Terra was walking through a field, straight toward a bed where Athene lay. “What are you doing here, Athene?” she asked. “And what happened to my car? The restaurant? All of that?”

  “Pan contacted me, and we set this up together,” Athene told her, as she flowed into an upright position. She was wearing black silk cuffs on her wrists and a matching silk garter belt, which held up her dark lace stockings. On her feet were shiny (and immensely sexy, Terra thought) black stilettos. As she watched Terra watch her, she spread her legs, giving Terra a lovely view of her cunt, a cunt that already looked ripe for the fucking, all of it wet and flushed a lovely, rich pink.

  “So, is this real?” Terra had to ask. But before she could get an answer, she noticed her own clothes changing hue and shape and texture, and moments later, she was wearing a full, latex bodysuit. As the suit spread across her body, she also felt a dildo and a plug appearing inside her, filling up her cunt and ass. They shifted a bit (in a very pleasant way) as she walked up to the bed. She climbed onto it, her crotch now incredibly close to Athene’s pussy, just mere inches away.

  “Not exactly real, no,” Athene said, trailing a finger down Terra’s chest and stomach. She stopped right at her crotch, and Terra felt slight tingles from her touch, tingles that were delicious and delightfully arousing.

  “What is it, then?” She pushed up against Athene, flattening her down to the bed, and watched in surprise as Athene’s wrists and ankles became attached to the bed. Now she was completely restrained, and this seemed to make Terra’s cunt decide that it needed to throb a little at the sight. As it pulsed, the dildo and plug shifted inside her, slowly moving in and out of her holes, and then, wonderfully, they began to vibrate, and she would have soaked straight through her bodysuit if it hadn’t been made out of rubber.

  “It doesn’t really matter where you are, does it? Since I’m here, with you?” Athene looked at Terra’s face, an inquisitive expression on her own, then asked, “This isn’t…upsetting you, is it?” As she waited for her answer, she arched up from the bed and ran her tongue up Terra’s neck, stopping right where her lips began.

  “No, it isn’t. Not at all. It’s turning me on a whole fucking lot, though.” Something started pressing in between them, then, and Terra realized the dildo inside her had somehow grown, that it was now much longer, perhaps twice as long—only it had grown away from her body this time, and the part that wasn’t inside her was now inside Athene. She leaned down a little, intending to kiss Athene, and then she found her own wrists had become wrapped in silk, and she too was attached to the bed. She tested her restraints, grunting softly as they pulled her hard against Athene’s body. Then things got a whole lot better. The double-ended dildo began to move back and forth, between them, and somehow the plug in her ass had grown in length as well, and now they were both getting fucked in both holes, the plug and the dildo sliding into Athene and a little out of her and then back, the butt plug doing the same. And, of course, that meant they were sliding a little into her and then back, too. She wasn’t even close to complaining about this turn of events, but everything had been mildly startling so far…startling and arousing, of course.

  So what could Terra do but kiss Athene, hard and rough, her lips showing Athene that she might have been bound to the bed, but she still had teeth, so to speak. Then she used her non-metaphoric teeth to nip at Athene, digging them into her lower lip just a little as she noticed the dildo and plug speeding up each back-and-forth movement. Athene gasped from the first bite, moaning into Terra’s slightly open mouth, and it seemed as if Athene’s moan was vibrating all the way down her body, and all the way through it, until her every cell was quivering and aroused.

  “How hard can you take it?” Athene asked, then, and the items that were penetrating both of them paused, almost expectantly, perhaps. Was Athene in control of them? Was she the reason they were getting fucked so well? Was she the reason Terra was so aroused, so incredibly turned on, and so incredibly close? And did it even really matter? No, not in the least. All that mattered was that she was on top of Athene’s lovely, soft body, and they were both getting fucked…quite well, at that. And all that mattered was that she was close, and that she could tell, almost for sure, that Athene was close, too.

  She stared down at Athene, then, locking eyes with her, just as they were locked together, the restraints holding them against one another and the dildo and the plug connecting them, their cunts and asses filled equally full. Terra blinked, licked her lips, and then told Athene, “Give it your all—give it…fucking…everything.” She’d only just said the last word when the dildo and plug began to pound into her, to slam back and forth between her holes and Athene’s. Her body was pulled even closer against Athene’s, the restraints yanking her down until she was pressed tight against every inch of her lover. Then her catsuit disappeared, and now, just like Athene, she was wearing nothing, nothing at all. Her wet hole and its juices were exposed to the air, and they were also exposed to the lovely body beneath her. She placed her lips on Athene’s, whispering, “Thank you, thank you…” again and again, as she kissed her again and again, as the dildo and plug fucked them, fucked both of them over the edge and each into her own powerful orgasm. Their mouths were pressed together as they came, and Athene’s cries and moans shook against Terra’s mouth, Athene’s own pushed open and full of Terra’s tongue.

  The ties on their bodies loosened then, and their arms were freed, and Athene pulled her even closer, holding her firmly in her arms. “I never want to let you go, Terra,” she breathed into Terra’s ear.

  “Me either, me either,” she replied. Terra meant it fully, completely, with every single bit of herself.

  Just as suddenly as the field and Athene had appeared, they disappeared. But Terra wasn’t back in her car. She was in the middle of the desert, sitting on a camel in a saddle, and Onyx was sitting in front of her. “What the fuck?” she yelped, almost falling off the large creature. Onyx yowled in shock, his voiced displeasure seeming to show that he’d shown up there right as she had.

  “This is crazy!” she shouted. “Where the fuck are we, anyway? And how did we get here?” Terra gasped as the beast beneath her made a strange bellowing sound. But even stranger than the sound was the fact that it seemed to be trying to communicate something.

  “Sorry, I don’t speak camel,” she told it, patting its neck. “Do you speak English, by any chance?”

  The camel huffed and then snorted.

  “Apparently not.” Here goes nothing, she thought, for what seemed like the thousandth time since she’d left the mansion. She closed her eyes, wobbling back and forth a little as the camel continued to move forward, and she squeezed its hump for good luck, wondering yet again if her newfound powers were up to her latest request of them.

  It seemed to work, as warmth spread through her body and traveled down to her fingers.

  “Stop that—it tickles!” said a low-pitched woman’s voice. The words seemed to have come from the camel.

  “Hey, it worked!” Terra patted the camel on the hump, grinning as she did. This magic stuff just seemed to be getting easier and easier.

  Now that she felt more at ease, she began to take in her surroundings, feeling a little more secure now that she could communicate with the animal carrying her and Onyx across the land. Sand dunes spread out as far as the eye could see, and the path they were walking along seemed to be well traveled, footprints and what must have bee
n hoof prints going in both directions. They were moving upward, having reached a quickly rising part of the path, and she hoped that meant they would arrive somewhere with water soon, because hell, was she ever thirsty.

  Looking down at her body now, she saw that she was dressed in harem pants, and after touching her head, she learned that she was wearing what seemed like a turban. She was still wearing her magic jacket, thankfully. Unlike her car, it had made it this far, and she was more than happy to see it again. After all, the jacket might wind up coming in handy. Hopefully it wouldn’t become necessary, but considering all the surprises on her trip so far, it might, especially with the fact that for all she knew the evil creature with flaming horns might be close behind. Or perhaps a little ahead of her, instead. She sent out a brief prayer that he was nowhere near at all, but she couldn’t help thinking there was a large chance he was. She began to pet Onyx, hoping to calm her nerves with the soft, comforting feel of his fur.

  “That feels goooood,” he said, and began to purr almost as soon as he was done speaking.

  “So, camel, what’s your name? And where are you taking us? We’re in a desert, so is this where I’m supposed to make it rain?” She had just remembered that part of the quest—the third part. She didn’t know how she was going to make it rain, although some part of her seemed to think she had a way to do it. Annoyingly, the thought didn’t go much further than that.

  “I’m Shudun.” The camel’s voice came out flat, but with a hint of a smile riding on her words. “My name means powerful, or straight. You happen to be only one of those, if I am correct.”

  “No, I’m not straight…but I’m not especially powerful, either.”

  “Oh, I highly doubt that.” The camel shook a little beneath her, and Terra realized she was chuckling softly as she carried them up the hill.

  “You didn’t answer my second question, Shudun.” She still couldn’t see what was over the hill, and although the camel seemed nice enough, there was no way to tell whether it was carrying them somewhere good and useful, or bad and, possibly, dangerous.

  “I don’t have to, because look—we’re here.”

  And wherever “here” was, Terra thought to herself, yep, they had just reached it, because they had also reached the top of the rise. Beneath them was a market, made up of many tented tables and stalls. Each and every table was crowded with glass bottles, plastic bottles, and see-through containers of all types and sizes. As they approached the market, the people were calling out words in many different tongues, all of their voices rising into the hot, dry air.

  They all seemed to be speaking different languages, and they were all different races, wearing different types of colorful clothes. One man in a turban and long flowing robes yelled out a word in Arabic over and over again. For some strange reason, Terra knew exactly what he was saying. “Water! Water here!” he cried out each time. A delicate-looking woman at a red-and-black stall, wearing a similarly colored kimono, yelled, “I have the best! The best water! Come to me, friend! Come to me!” in Japanese, another language that Terra certainly didn’t know much of. “A number of others shouted “Water!” over and over again, in all different languages, ones which Terra happened to know all of a sudden. They included Cherokee, German, Greek…and many, many others, Terra realized as she looked down at all the people offering her their “wares.”

  “Here’s my water, it seems,” Terra said. She followed these words with a loud sigh. She may have liked to have multiple options in life (except when it came to girlfriends), but this? This was just ridiculous.

  Chapter Eighteen

  As she (somewhat clumsily) got off the camel, and helped Onyx down next, Terra couldn’t help but wonder again how on earth she had wound up here. It was also rather strange, the way she’d managed to make it to each of the necessary spots so far for the quest’s four tasks. Would the fourth location prove to be as easy to find, though?

  She reminded herself that she hadn’t even completed the third task, and she felt that—despite being in the middle of a hot, sandy desert—there was far too much water available in this particular part of it. Perhaps she could find some to drink, first. But what if it was poisoned or had unexpected qualities? What if it turned her into an ostrich, or took away her ability to speak? What if…what if it made her forget about Athene and the quest?

  She shuddered at the thought and tried to brush it away, doing her best to concentrate on the job at hand—finding water for her and Onyx to drink and then finding water she could use to make it rain here, in this dry, desert wasteland. Rain sounded especially nice at the moment, as she was sweating and then some, her body practically drenched and her clothes almost entirely soaked through. She started down the path to the stalls, and once there, she let her eyes travel down the space between them all—goddamn, was it ever long!

  But then she remembered—she had an affinity for water now. She could control it, make it do her will. Would her ability work here? Only one way to find out.

  And so she and Onyx walked down the wide, straight, strangely empty area between the stalls, Terra’s sandaled feet stirring up the dusty ground in front of them. After they’d passed a number of stalls, she stopped walking, raised her hand, and closed her eyes. Concentrate—she had to concentrate.

  In the beginning, she thought of her thirst, thought of the feel of silky, sweet, fresh, ice-cold water cascading down her throat, caressing it and filling it with coolness and relief. Because drinking some water, some nice, fresh, cold water, well, that was almost as appealing as sex at this moment in time.

  At the thought of sex, another part of Terra started getting wet, of course—that mere hint of sex made her think of Athene and herself, drinking from large goblets of the most delicious water available, both of them in a cool, small, chest-deep pool made of silver-flecked marble, the water almost as soft as Athene’s skin as it touched her back and ass and thighs. She would down what was left in her cup and then wade over to Athene, boost her up out of the water and onto the sun-warmed, tiled edge of the pool. Then she would spread Athene’s lovely legs…and then she would make one very special part of Athene’s body even wetter than the rest of it, licking the slippery spot between her legs as droplets of water ran down her thighs and trickled down her cheeks as she ate her out. Athene would come, quick, almost too fast, and then it would be Terra’s turn.

  Instead of sitting on the tiled edge of the pool, she would float on her back in the crystal-clear water, with her cunt half in and half out of the water. Athene would eat her out for a bit, her chin and body submerged as she lapped at her pussy, and then she would gently pull Terra’s relaxed body underneath the flowing fountain that fed and refreshed the pool; she would help lift her legs up over the edge until the fountain’s water hit her in the exactly perfect and most pleasurable spot. And Athene would hold her up, teasing her breasts, pulling and twisting her nipples—hard, rough, angry pinches, twisting them back and forth with a large amount of pressure. But that wouldn’t stop her from coming, it wouldn’t slow down her impending orgasm—she would come almost as quickly as Athene had, and she would…

  Terra’s attention returned to the market. Her eyes shot open as she came, her body shaking as the orgasm traveled quickly through her body and across her sweat-covered skin.

  She looked down as the orgasm ended and saw her hand wrapped around a bottle of water, glass with a rubber stopper, topped with a wax seal that showed, upon closer look, a woman drinking from a goblet in miniature.

  “How much?” she asked the full-figured, gorgeous Indian woman standing in the stall in front of her—in the stall where the bottle must have come from.

  The woman was blushing a little, her eyes averted. “Viewing your pleasure was payment enough. You may have it, and then you will see why I am famous for my drinking water.” The woman’s accent was as beautiful as she was, and Terra watched with a touch of interest as the woman swept her glossy, black braid behind her shoulder and reached for the bottle
. “Please, miss, allow me. Water this fine is meant to be drunk from only the finest of goblets.”

  Terra handed the woman the bottle and watched as she uncorked it and poured it into a black stone goblet in the back of the stall. She then handed Terra the goblet, and Terra drank the water. It was the most delicious liquid ever to have touched her tongue.

  It tasted of many things. Honey, cinnamon, strawberries, chocolate, and wine were the first flavors she detected, each of them coming one by one. Then she tasted compassion, kindness, freedom, and sensual pleasures given with love. Lastly, she tasted love itself—immeasurable love, of the kind you could experience only once in your life, if you were truly lucky. She tasted Athene then—every bit of Athene’s voice and words…her touch…her smile when looking at Terra’s face. And, “Oh!” Terra gasped, because that proved to be the most delicious taste of them all.

  “Thank you…thank you so, so much.” Terra handed the goblet back to the woman. She wanted more of that water, but something that delicious, that perfect, could become addictive, and besides, she had the best part of its tastes at home. She had it in human form, back in Athene’s bedroom. And she would have that “best part” soon enough. All she had to do first was figure out a way to make it rain. All she had to do. Yeah, right.

  “I am impressed,” the woman said as she took the goblet from Terra’s hands. “Many have tasted this water, and all of them have had too much of it. They have become lost in its taste and its power. How are you able to abstain, miss?”

  “I can because I have it at home. No, I have something even better than it at home.”

  “Yes, oh yes, I see now,” the woman said with a quiet smile. “You have love written across your skin. True love. I see now,” she said again.

  “Now,” Terra said, picking up Onyx, “you can have some less-dangerous water, and then we’ll make it rain.”