Feature Writer: Seer Of Lost Fates
Feature Title: DANCE WITH A DEVIL 4 & 5
Published: 20.07.2020 / StoriesOnline / Copyright© 2016 by Seer Of Lost Fates
Story Codes: Mind Control, Incest, Rough, Harem, Interracial
Synopsis: A man having an record-setting bad day has a midnight meeting with the Devil, and finds out a family secret.
Dance With A Devil 4 & 5
CHAPTER FOUR
I stood stock still in the adult store, gazing down at this petite Asian girl who had just begged to be used like the girls in her dreams. Her shirt came over her head, and she pulled it free of her long hair and threw it across the room in a single motion. Her breasts, only slightly larger than Leanne’s, were barely concealed by her lacy bra, and her green eyes still lust fogged. She didn’t hesitate as she unclasped her bra and shrugged it off to reveal her light areola and stiff nipples, which her hands immediately grasped and pulled on, a low moan escaping her lips. “Please… ,” she begged.
I looked into her eyes, and pushed my mind into hers again. This time, I managed to move past the image of the Akoya stone, and even as she shuddered through another powerful orgasm I found what I was curious about. She was so new to town that she was renting a hotel room until she found a place to live. I tried to dig deeper, but either my power was so new or her being the Akoya Stone was making it difficult.
I pulled back from her mind, and roughly grabbed her under her arms. With a quick motion I jerked her to her feet, turned her around and pushed her against the counter. She slapped her hands onto the counter and willingly, eagerly, pushed herself backwards, shoving her hips back towards me. I wasn’t sure why I was suddenly tossing her about, but I went with this almost instinctive action, stepping up and grinding into her jean-covered ass as I reached around her to undo them. With a rough jerk, I pulled her jeans down to bare her ass, which lead to another surprise.
Beneath her jeans she wasn’t wearing anything, just her skin and a lot of wetness, doubtless brought on by her multiple orgasms. I undid my own pants with one hand, leaving her jeans where they were. I saw no point in bothering to take them off of her as I fished my hard cock out of my pants. I could hear her whimpers, and slapped her across the ass, a resounding slap that drew a loud squeal from her. I slapped her ass again, and the answering squeal drew out into a low moan as I pushed into her incredibly tight, wet cunt. Her body gripped me tightly, and I pushed deeper into her, my hips falling into a hard driving rhythm.
Pounding into her felt much different than Leanne, and not just on a physical level. No matter how hard I took Leanne, or what we did, there was love and never a feeling that she was being used. With Yuki, however, all I felt was that I was using her, pounding her tight soaked cunt over the counter at her work in the middle of the day when anybody could walk in and catch us. There was no deeper connection between us, nothing more than her being a wet pussy for me to fill with seed.
She seemed to enjoy being used though, but whether or not that was because of the multiple orgasms she’d already had I didn’t know. It sounds cruel, but at the time I also didn’t much care. I felt her pussy clench around my cock as I thrust into her, and she screamed her orgasm, her hands grabbing the far edge of the counter so hard her knuckles went white. She was so tight in her orgasm that I had to stop moving as her pussy rippled and clenched along me. As she began to relax, I started to move again, driving even harder into her, drawing more screams, whimpers and moans from her. I could feel, physically and mentally, another of her shattering orgasms coming on fast. I grabbed her hips and hammered into her even harder. With how tight I held and pulled on her hips I thought she might be bruised later, but my own orgasm was so close that I didn’t worry about it. Instead I drive myself fully into her and let go, groaning as her pussy exploded with wetness in another orgasm and I came hard, her cunt milking me for every drop, rather greedily I thought.
After a few minutes, I slowly pulled free of her, and pulled her hard off the counter. She collapsed to the floor on her hands and knees, gasping for breath as our mixed juices began to slowly dribble out of her swollen cunt. Without seeming to be aware of it, she reached between her thighs and scooped some up onto two fingers, then licked them clean. Her body gave a delighted shudder and more of our juices pulsed out of her.
“Yuki,” I said softly, calling her name to see her reaction. I wasn’t surprised as much as I might have been before when she turned to look at me, but saw instead my slowly softening cock covered in our juices. She lunged for it, taking it in her mouth and greedily, but amateurishly, sucking on it. I let her try for a few minutes, but though she cleaned it she was too clumsy to get me hard, so I tugged her off.
“What time is your shift over Yuki?”
“In another hour. I only work the mornings right now, because business is slow.”
“Good. Get dressed, and finish ringing up my order. After work I will take you to your hotel. You are moving in with me and my sister.”
She nodded, life slowly returning to her eyes. I realized that though I hadn’t used my mind control on her she was as much in thrall to me as Leanne, perhaps even more so. I knew Leanne might be a touch jealous, but then I was confident I could always override that jealousy with my power if I had to.
As I was getting my clothes straightened, Yuki was getting dressed. When she reached for her bra I casually took it away from her and dropped it in the bag holding my purchases. She opened her mouth to object, but when she met my eyes, she blushed and pulled on her shirt.
I paid for everything I had gathered before first reaching into her mind, and then went back into the aisles for more. I browsed for the next hour, noting the scent of sex than hung in the air, and the way the three or four men who came in also noticed it.
Her co-worker showed up late, and turned out to be a lanky, pimply faced guy who didn’t look old enough to be in here. He ogled Yuki openly, and the look on her face said that he always did. I didn’t even bother looking for his name, I just took a few more items to the counter and paid for them, and then Yuki and I left. I stowed my belongings in the trunk of my new Mustang, and slid behind the wheel as Yuki climbed in beside me. She gave me directions to her hotel, a run-down joint that I recognized as a cheap place to stay, and that also rented rooms, unofficially, by the hour. She ran up to her room to grab her stuff and I met her at the rental office, where she cleared her bill.
As we stowed her luggage in the Mustang, I was glad that I had gotten a convertible, and that I had kept the Explorer. Mustangs are not designed to move people. Even though she only had a few suitcases, we still had to put one on the back seat.
As we pulled out of the hotel, Yuki finally spoke up. “I feel like I should be arguing about this whole thing. I mean, I meet you today and give you my body, and now I’m moving in with you and your sister. This is so weird.”
“Do you want to argue about it,” I asked calmly, shifting gears and changing lanes to pass somebody as I navigated back towards the car dealership.
“At first I did, but I feel drawn to you somehow. Why is that?”
“I don’t really know. Maybe it’s a kind of magic,” I suggested in a level tone, being careful not to invade her mind. I didn’t want her making a mess on my brand new seats.
“Magic? Come on, this isn’t a game or fantasy. There is no such thing as magic,” she declared.
“Is that so,” I said. I was more amused now. Only a few days ago I had believed the same thing; that magic didn’t exist. Now I knew different, because now I was magic. “By the way, my name is Andrew. In case you’re curious, we’re heading to a car dealership I visited earlier. We need to pick up my old Explorer, which you will follow me in to my apartment.”
Her face lit up instantly, showing her beauty and sheer delight at being given an order. “Yes Master.” The words were out of her mouth before her face changed back to her mask of confusion. “Why did I call you Master?”
CHAPTER FIVE
I woke slowly, and mixed with the smell of Leanne’s hair was another smell, newer and not as familiar. My tired brain began piecing together the new smell as I slowly became aware of the feel of two nude bodies pressed tight to me. Leanne, of course, was one. I knew her body as well as I knew my own.
The other, and owner of the unfamiliar smell I realised, must be Yuki. I opened my eyes and smiled. It was Yuki, draped over my chest as Leanne was cuddled tightly to my side. In their sleep, they were holding hands. I lay there for a few minutes, and, without really intending to, I slipped into Yuki’s mind.
I was thrown immediately into her dream, and I have to say I was shocked. The Akoya Stone hung in the sky as Yuki cavorted beneath it, kneeling before a massive black man and worshipping his almost stereotypically huge cock with her mouth and tongue as a huge mastiff hound mounted her from behind, punishing her weeping cunt with its angry red cock.
I pulled my mind free, half-expecting to hear Yuki in the throes of a massive orgasm, but instead there was simply the sound of her breathing. I realized I had learned another lesson; I could invade the mind of a sleeping person with no effect. I let my mind sink back into hers, just slightly. I didn’t want to break her dream, but I wanted to try something. Instead of speaking the command, I simply thought it while connected to her mind, a soft command that she would desire to taste Leanne’s pussy or my cock every morning.
With that experiment in motion, I carefully slipped out from between the two of them and made my way to the bathroom. After taking care of business there, I stepped into my bedroom and saw that Leanne had washed and put away all of our clothes. I grabbed clean clothes for the day, since I knew I wouldn’t be able to spend the day lounging around nude with my two beauties. After all, I had more stones to collect.
I pondered my sudden desire to collect these stones, likely women, as I walked into the upstairs bathroom and turned on the shower. Certainly having Yuki under my, and Leanne’s, control was delightful, but why go for the other three? As I stepped into the hot streams of water, I puzzled my way through that question.
There was no secret that I wanted the stones. I knew it wasn’t because of my libido. Left to our own devices, Leanne could take care of that herself, I concluded as I soaped myself up. I was so wrapped up in thinking about it that I didn’t hear the door open, and so I was startled when a mouth slipped hungrily over my half-hard member.
I didn’t have to look to see who had decided to give me a blowjob in the shower. I knew her mouth the way I knew her smell or taste. Leanne slowly bobbed her head along my shaft, her tongue working along the underside of my cock as she happily blew me. I hung the loofa I had been using up on a small shower hook and leaned against the wall, spreading my legs to let Leanne play.
One small hand came up to cradle and fondle my balls and I groaned softly. This was an experience I had yet to have with my sister. There was no passionate force, no roughness or claiming, just Leanne slowly and sensuously working my cock and balls with her mouth and hand, and as much as I enjoy rough hard sex, I have to admit that this was the better of the two. It only took Leanne a minute or two before I exploded in her mouth, and she moaned into my cock, her throat working to swallow my load. After she had her liquid breakfast, I pulled her to her feet and then against my body, her back to my front, and we leaned against the wall, just cuddling in the water and growing cloud of steam.
“Master, can I come in?” Yuki’s voice was unsure, and Leanne beat me to the reply, calling Yuki in.
When I could see her through the clouds of steam, I had to smile. She was clutching a towel in front of her nude body, as though embarrassed to be nude before us. I knew Leanne was smiling as well, because I could feel her amusement, along with the small shivers that rolled through her body as I held her, cupping one of her breasts in my hand.
“Why the towel Yuki,” I asked.
“I’m … not used to be naked all the time,” she blurted, her face suddenly red.
Leanne let out a wicked little giggle, “Yuki, we saw it all last night, and tasted some of it too. Lose the towel, come join us,” she invited, holding up her hand to the blushing girl. I felt a touch of power flow through Leanne at the suggestion, confirming my suspicions of the previous night. She was gaining access to my powers.
Yuki, of course, obeyed right away, hanging her towel up and stepping into the shower with us. She took Leanne’s hand, and was pulled tight against my twin, who softly kissed her. I managed to get my hand out from between them and wrapped my arms around the both of them as they kissed, enjoying the little sounds they made.
When they finally broke for a breath of air, I slipped out from behind them and adjust the settings on the wall. The water stopped, but the steam kept building as I lay back on the bench, stretching out and watching the two girls. They kissed again, Leanne gently pulling Yuki to the floor and letting the taller girl stay on top while they kissed.
This, I knew, I could watch all day, but as with being naked, I couldn’t. I rose to my feet and touched Leanne’s shoulder. “Don’t keep her in here all day, she may have to go to work.”
Leanne swatted her hand at my leg as I stepped out of the bathroom and walked to the bedroom. I toweled off and started to get dressed, but stopped as I looked at the mirror. I’ve never been a fitness nut, but I kept myself in pretty good shape. As I looked myself over in the mirror, however, I realized I was beginning to pick up some actual definition. I’m not saying I was suddenly like the Hulk or something, but I definitely had muscle tone where before I hadn’t.
I pulled on my shirt, glad I bought them a bit bigger than I needed, and quietly left the apartment. As I rode the elevator down to the parkade I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I let my mind wander a bit, and got flashes of Leanne and Yuki entwined on the bathroom floor, apparently eating each other out. When my mind touched Yuki’s I felt the other Stones, as I had last night. This time, though, instead of falling asleep, I made a mental grab at the feeling, like grabbing for a swinging rope.
I held onto the feeling as the elevator reached the parkade and I opened my eyes. It wasn’t overly precise, but now, at least, I understood how Anima could have a hard time narrowing it down. Unlike my comparison to grabbing a rope, the feeling was more just a general direction. I climbed into the Mustang and soon I was on the road.
I soon found out that once I had the feeling in my mind, it was there when I wanted it. This was lucky, because my connection to Yuki faded after a minute of driving. I followed that vague sense of direction through the downtown core and across the river. As I drove through the river valley residential area, I became surrounded by that vague feeling, and then it was behind me. I pulled into a gas station to grab a drink as I pondered my next move.
The feeling had been contained to three blocks. Four at the most. I climbed back into the Mustang with my bottle of water and a local road map, then drove back into the residential neighborhood. This time I paid attention to where the feeling changed, and marked it on the map. Within an hour I had marked the bounds of the area. The area wasn’t huge, four blocks by three blocks, but I had a feeling I knew where the Stone was already.
I had seen a sign on my last pass through the neighborhood advertising a house for sale by the real estate agent Hannah Richards. The very same blue-eyed blonde that had overseen my purchase of the apartment. Only a week ago, less than that really, I had believed in coincidence. That was before I had found out the Devil was real, before mind control and having my sister as my own insatiable sex slave.
Could it be a coincidence that Hannah was selling a house almost in the center of the marked area of my map? I personally didn’t think so. After all, what were the chances she’d been having lunch at the same place I had, right when I needed a real estate agent? And what were the chances of me walking into the same store that Yuki, the Akoya Stone, worked at for that matter?
THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE