Feature Writer: Seer Of Lost Fates
Feature Title: DANCE WITH A DEVIL 6 & 7
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 6 & 7
CHAPTER SIX
As I walked back to the car dealership, I found myself wondering what Leanne would say. This girl, I still hadn’t gotten her name I realized, was not Yuki. Yuki was lust personified, mainly from her Stone. She was also over eighteen, where the new girl wasn’t. I’ve never been great at judging the age of a girl, but I was guessing she was barely fourteen. I found myself hoping Leanne wouldn’t try and draw her into any kind of sexual activity. My powers may have come from the Devil, but that didn’t make me one, at least not yet. If I wasn’t careful it could.
But then again, I could feel my powers growing stronger since sleeping with Yuki. I knew on some level that the Stones acted like batteries, or maybe boosters, to my power. The biggest question was, of course, if sex was required to access that power boost. Somehow I’d have to find out, hopefully without bedding the girl. However a part of me, a small part, was almost eager to try. I considered asking Anima, but my gut told me she would be no help.
As I crossed the street to the dealership, my phone buzzed. It was a text message from Leanne, telling me she’d chosen her car. I didn’t bother to reply, given that I was all of five seconds away. The first thing I noticed inside was that the salesman sitting with my sister had a slightly dazed looked on his face, as though he’d encountered something almost alien. On the front of his dark pants was a slightly darker spot, and my sister had a wholly unconvincing look of pure innocence on her face. When I met her eyes, however, I knew she’d teased the salesman, Charles judging by the name on the door, until he’d sprung a bit of a leak. The second thing I noticed was a sizable wet spot on Leanne’s chair, and that several of the other sale-folks were glancing over with smirks on their eyes.
I swung the door closed behind me, and sat down in the dry chair, then leaned back. “So, you picked your car, hun?”
“Yup, just waiting on you to finish up,” my sister said, her voice as sweet and innocent as her outfit and the wet spots weren’t.
I looked at Charles with a smile. “Is the paperwork all ready to go,” I asked, seeming to ignore the state of the room. He nodded, and cleared his throat as he turned his monitor to face me. As he started to explain everything, I just tapped the monitor with my card, and watched, as I had with Hannah and my apartment, as the forms filled themselves out.
Oddly, Charles didn’t even react. He stopped talking, and then checked the paperwork, as though convinced he’d finished his spiel. It was less than fifteen minutes later that Leanne and I were back out in the parking lot, gathering up her belonging from the old civic while Charles collected her new car.
I wasn’t overly surprised to see her new car. It was a brand-new Chevrolet Camaro, painted a deep scarlet. Leanne stared at that car as though it were a work of art. When we climbed inside, I saw that, like my Mustang, her Camaro was a standard. Leanne cordially despised automatics, and would only drive the Explorer when she needed too.
As we left the lot, Leanne took a scenic route home, getting onto the main highway that ran through the city where she could really open up the Camaro. With no hesitation she made that car dance through traffic, weaving between cars and catching gears with a smile on her face. Judging by the smell, she was also making a puddle on the new leather seats.
It was only as she pulled into the parkade that I remembered I had to warn her about our new houseguest. I filled her in on everything, including the Stones as we sat there. I could feel her arousal, and more importantly her interest, as we sat there. “And do you plan on fucking this little girl if it would increase your powers,” Leanne asked in a low purr, leaning into me.
“I don’t know. I’m hoping that won’t be necessary. I think it was with Yuki,” I said, thinking as I spoke, “because she is the lust stone. It would be weird if you could access her power without some form of sexual activity. I have touched Hannah’s mind, and she didn’t become a raging slut,” I remembered.
Leanne looked at me, and then smiled softly. “Well, we’ll see what happens won’t we. I think this girl, if she is what you think, will need some new clothes, so I’ll take her out to get them. I promise not to be naughty with her unless she starts it. I remember being fourteen myself.”
I mocked a groan as we climber out of the car and walked to the elevator. At fourteen, my sister had been a bundle of sexual energy, worse than she was now, and it had taken everything my family had to keep her from becoming the school mattress. We had all survived, somehow, but it hadn’t been easy.
Inside the elevator, as had become our custom, Leanne and I made out, nothing crazy, but enough for me to know that later tonight, no matter who was around us, she had every intention of having my cock deep inside her. And I, honestly, couldn’t see a reason to refuse her.
We were both a bit surprised when we got off the elevator to see the girl sitting on the couch, looking a bit terrified. She had taken off her shoes, but otherwise she hadn’t changed. When she saw us, she jumped out of the chair she was in, her eyes narrowing. Before she could say anything, however, I started talking. “Leanne, this is the girl I was telling you about.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Six o’clock the next evening found us all relaxing on the balcony of my penthouse waiting for Hannah, who had texted me earlier to say she was running late at the office. Along with enjoying the breeze and warm sun there was the scent of sizzling meat on the barbecue which I was tending. Leanne was lounging nude on her stomach, doing her best to eliminate the tan lines she had acquired over the last summer while Yuki, wearing only her bunny tail and a cute headband with bunny ears, was checking the water of the hot tub, making sure the chemical balance was right. Aly, at Leanne and Yuki’s urging, was also sunning herself, laying on her back, one arm over her face and wearing only a small bikini bottom.
Despite her age, I was openly admiring her, the same as I admired Leanne and Yuki’s bodies. Even so, I had decided this morning that I would not simply take her. I told her that unless she asked me as a slave-girl asks her Master, she would remain a virgin until her sixteenth birthday. Yuki had demonstrated for her, on her knees, staring into my eyes and shamelessly asking me to accept the gift of her virginities. I had touched Aly’s mind and felt her distaste at abasing herself like that, and yet her arousal that one day she just might.
I flipped the meat on the barbecue, and my eyes slid from Leanne and Aly to Yuki, who was bent over putting away the test kit. She straightened slowly and sauntered past to me, then turned and slid her arms around me from behind to press her breasts into my back. “The water should be ready in about a half hour Master,” she purred, her hands sliding down into my swimming trunks, sliding along my erection, twisting as she slowly stroked my cock.
With a playful smile, I pulled her hands free. “Thank you, Yuki, but we’re waiting for Hannah, remember? If you behave yourself tonight, I promise that your cunt will be full of cum by midnight.”
Yuki gave a short sigh of happiness and pecked my cheek, just as the door buzzed. “Thank you, Master. I promise to be so good,” she said as she scampered away to answer the door. Thought Leanne gave no sign of hearing the doorbell, Aly darted inside to her room, probably to get her bikini top.
I looked to the door and grinned. Hannah was staring at Aly in the doorway, trying to figure out why a nude bunny-girl had opened it, and was waving her inside. As my eyes met hers through the glass, I felt the same visceral presence as I had with Aly. Hannah was the Citrine Stone, the Stone of Greed. I managed to avoid the same trance that Aly and I had fallen into, but I watched Hannah stumble slightly, and as Yuki caught her arm, I got a flash of desire, but not from my Asian sex toy.
The desire was Hannah’s. A sudden desire to push Yuki down and punish her for touching her without permission, to make Yuki lick her feet and beg forgiveness. It was so strong it made me blink, but Hannah merely brushed it aside. Clearly there was more to this woman than I thought.
As Hannah walked across the apartment, I took in her idea of casual clothes. Her breasts, larger than Yuki’s, were hidden by a light shirt, tied to expose her midriff. The way they were held up, I had no doubt that she was bearing either a bra or a bikini top. Her firm ass and legs were encased in tight blue jeans, and I had a feeling that her being late was because she had changed before coming over.
As she got to the balcony, I felt her interest in Leanne’s bare backside. Before Hannah could speak, I beat her to it. “Hannah, welcome to my home,” I pointed past her to the hovering Yuki and pulled no punches after feeling her desire. “You’ve met my cum-whore of a house maid, Yuki. If you need anything, simply tell her and it will be seen to.”
Yuki blushed furiously and murmured something, which prompted Hannah to turn, a completely new side of her that I had not yet seen but had certainly felt. “You will address me as Missus Richards tonight, slut. And speak up when speaking to your betters.”
Yuki blushed even harder. “My body is at your service, Missus Richards.”
Hannah turned away, as though the statement wasn’t worth acknowledging as I began my next introduction. “This is my twin sister, Leanne,” I said as Leanne rolled over to reveal her smooth, nude front. Her green eyes sparkled with mirth as she rose and shook hands with Hannah as though being completely nude in front of her brother was not odd everywhere else. Hannah took Leanne’s hand warmly, and I could feel her suppressing her hesitancy and questions. Interestingly, she seemed to have no desire in Leanne as a sexual object, merely my bunny-girl.
I pointed past Hannah once more, to the shyly approaching Aly. As Hannah turned, I felt her shock at seeing the young girl wearing only a small bikini. “This is Aly. She’s the daughter of friend of Leanne’s, and we’re looking after her for a bit,” I casually lied. We had all decided earlier that until Hannah was mine, it would be easiest to simply lie.
Hannah looked at me, her blue eyes questioning and almost dominant again. “So you have her in an apartment with your naked sister and this fuckhole,” she asked, waving her hand dismissively at Yuki.
I laughed and checked the steaks. “Of course. My sister has always been a nudist, and Yuki is dressed exactly as she was told. Aly and her parents were warned of my unusual little family and household before she came to live with us.”
I could see, and feel, her doubt as I moved the steaks off the grill and onto a nearby platter. Leanne came to take it from me, and I moved the foil-wrapped packs of veggies onto another platter that had sat under the first. Leanne came back for that one as I turned off the grill. Then, I straightened and looked squarely at Hannah, peering into her mind.
She hadn’t bought the lie at all. It wasn’t surprising really; it was a weak lie, and she wasn’t an idiot. No responsible parent would turn their daughter over to an independently wealthy brother, his nudist sister and their sex doll of a maid. And so, I simply reached out, and spoke to her. “Yuki is my fuck-doll. Leanne is my sister and my slave. Aly is under our protection, and not involved in the sex. You know this, we talked about it when you were selling me the apartment. Remember?”
The rush of my command, and the way it rolled her was nearly orgasmic. I watched as Hannah’s eyes glazed and felt resistance in her mind before she was rolled under by the power. To me, however, it was more interesting that Yuki dropped to her knees, both hands clasped to her crotch as she let out a long, quavering moan. It took me a second to realize that there was a pool of liquid beneath her, and that she had squirted. My eyes sought out Aly, who was holding onto the sliding door as though her life depended on it, her legs pressed tightly together, and then I understood why.
THE END