Even as my magic powers soared the rest of my life went in to crapper. I find excuses to avoid going o church, sure good ones but still I never did that before. The most common one was me getting sick and with a little spell I learned I could make myself look pitiful. I didn’t overuse it but still got me a well placed sick day every month or two and with another bit of power I got myself off unwanted sick days by healing myself. It was nothing fancy and draining as hell but got rid of colds and mosquito bites easily. Although my power wasn’t anything to speak of, below ordinary to tell the truth, it was pitiful. And not pitiful like the kid in the gym class that couldn’t do a push up, but the kid that couldn’t do a push up while on his knees.
From what I gather closing to a year of dutiful training most mages would have been able to use perhaps 10 times my power but I apparently must have a lausy bloodline or have been born in wrong day. On the other hand what I wasn’t pitiful about was that I had pretty much already cast ever single spell in the book and drawn all kinds of incantation, and even invented some based on what I had learned. The only things I hadn’t done was the more powerful spells that I couldn’t be reduced in power. Like a fire ball can simple be made smaller and weaker even if it takes a bit of adjusting for similar effects. A spying spell however was another matter. Or a rat mind controlling spell. It was already at the minimum power that it would work. And except for a single spell all of the others would soon be at my reach. The last spell was basically a teleportation spell and it would consume hundreds of times the power I had.
Arya the cunt was at my house again and bitching about something to me. Unlike usually I didn’t even bother to listen to it. I just walked out and she got angry. Saing that I was pathetic, damn that got through to me and start to listen.
-…u are just a creep, always staring at me behind my back I know it your sister tells me. – I give a laugh, and continue to walkout.
-the fuck u think you are, Im talking to you, and don’t go with that atidude I know it’s true I cauth u starring at me once and ur dick was like tenting so high I couldn’t believe, You always so high and might making your sister look bad just be the good son.
-Haa, you say all that but u really don’t know what u talking about. And regardless of any bonner I ever had I never not even once misstreted you. I never said anything offensive or rude, I was never starring at u, always give you two as much space you want the house. Before you met my sister I even though u were cool. I mean we never really talked or anything but unlike most girls in school that are popular, if I asked you did give me the time of the day you never treated any anyone except may that Jeremy, and now me.
-That is because you are a creep and I don’t believe in you, you just so much worse than all of the other guys at school. That is why I treat like crap. – Now that got me angrier even as she got angrier as well, I turn around to go to my room but say this first:
-In so many ways your so ritgh but if u even got in the changing room and listend to the guys there you would know the there only one person there who never talks about how much he would wish u gave him head or something of the sort.
I magically block my hearing and go on my way. The bitch, I mean She actually was right in one or two details you only have to look at my porn stash to see I’m sick but never ever mistreated her once and she comes talking shit to me. Some of it is because I never tal anything about that of any girl outside my head. And even if I do have some fantasies they likely will never be realized. Even in my fantasies I never did anything to her then she would have given any boyfriend with whom she went all the way. The chains and whips and humiliating stuff were always for other girls, the rape fantasies always for some anonymous porn star, maybe I secretly always liked her, It wasn’t anything I decided it was just how I did things and looking back now I was pretty pathetic. But that is the love of a fool. I need to make her pay somehow. I would often come up with plans for people that piss me of and once in a while if it was easy quick I still had my rage on and no chance of getting caught I followed trough. But the most out outlandish ones I would always forget it about because the anger would pass and I had better thing to do with my life. This time though The anger burned deep, deep in my heart. Perhaps I would kidnap her and lock her in my personal dungeon. Using her at my leisure to fulfill my every pleasure in my heart. I would whip her, I would fuck her, I would feed her exclusively with cum for days on end until she craved it as the most important thing in her life. I would make her experience Stockholm syndrome and then be so cruel to her that it would make her see the truth of her captivity. I would use my magic to make her a virgin again and would fuck her in the most brutal manner imagined, and if I couldn’t do because my dick hurt too much there is dildos. Dildos 3” thick and 12” long being slammed home with her whole weigh on the movement. Being tied to a contraption that didn’t allowed movement and having a machine slamming home on ass and pussy both. And do that for hours, days on end. Maybe even invent some spells that made sure it hurt even worse after all it would be no good if my toy died. Speaking of spells maybe, just maybe I could come up with something. A maniacal grim appears on my face.
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I listen to the shower of Arya starting After perhaps 40 seconds with a quick peak inside I enter the bathroom. Just last night I reoiled the door so it makes no sound at all. I take her panties and run to my room. I look at it and find a single short black hair toobad it doesn’t have the folicule but this is already better than expected. I trow a spell that consumes most ofmy power The body fluids that were there moment ago start to drip in a small vial 3 drops I drink tea while I wait and keep feeding the spell. About a minute later and about 6 or 8 drop, which should be mostly sweat I finish and go to the bathroom, total time 3 min 12 given that her baths usually take eitgh minutes and rarely less than six it was I still had 2 min 8 of safety.
In my room I look at my collection. A dozen drops of sweat collected pretty fresh no rehydration needed. Maybe 6 drops of 90 % saliva, the rest strawberry shake. Three hairs from the head with follicles. One hair from the pubic area no follicle. And probably about a single drop from vaginal fluids mixed in the sweat. This should be enough. It isn’t powerful set of power identifiers I could have wished. In purity, quantity and kind. The single drop and the single hair, the sweet mixed in and there was no real living conection. The closest was saliva but even that had died long ago because of the shake. Nails could have been a nice addition But I couldn’t get any my sister and her always cleaned the nails and tossed in the trash after they were done and they always had similar nails painted both same color. That is annoying, ruining my plans. Blood, flesh and tears would have been even better.
I had tested this spell a few times and it would always work though never for so much as I was asking now. And since the nature of the spell was also diferent it was defenilly need to include a little of cunt juice. But I still had a long ways to go so I went to the roof checked around. No angles someone could see me, laid down dropped my pants and went hunting with my spying spell this was the best night of the month. I only had about 3 or 4 min until my mana was used up but under the moon it only took 20 min to fill it up. Flashing trogh the city on the rooms of a dozen girls I had painstakenly found trough out the city until, jack pot a blonde petite girl probably 14, still didn’t knew much about the world watching some softcore porn and with a small dildo up her cunt, damn this is going to be good.
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Two weeks later comes the day. It’s full moon, dinner is going on And I offer to bring deserd. It’s a sweet blue berry mousse. I take the cups prepared fill them and for last one that has a incantation on it. I used all the ingrediants from Arya and my blood, my flesh, my tears, and my cum. Painstanking applying and conciling it in the cup I quickly put the rest on her cup and go deliver her dessert first. Going Around the table I give everyone their own and sit down watching her from the corner of my eye. She is digging in just like I hoped. I pour as much power in the incantations as I can a moment before she put the spoon in the cup and hold it until it’s in her mouth I drink my tea greadily and rept the process Only stoping After I’m dry.A small almost umperceptible smile comes to my face. That is it u cunt, u r mine. I eat my desert quickly and go to my room. Only a minute later she comes along. Knocks very softly and I imidiatly open the door. I look at her eyes. It worked, it actually fuccking worked.
She enters I close the door and ask:
-What u doing here.
-I, -she drops her eyes a bit – I don’t know I just, suddenly really got hot and was thinking about you, and…
-Sooo, now the true you come out. –I see fire in her eyes – Ok, ok what do you want exactly?
-I, …I, …I, wan…want you to finger me and I suck off.- Damn this is just priceless, I mean she Probably wouldn’t be stuttering like this normaly. But she hates my guts, and she is here begging to be fingered.
-Ok, but A few conditions first.- She looks at me as if I asked here to do it In front of her parents or something. She nods. – Good first I want a couple suveniers from you.- Her eyes go round and I say hair from down there, juices from down there, I want to rub some of your skin off, plenty of saliva, and tears. And I will collect it myself. –
She seems fiery at the lest request but just nods her head after a moment. I asked all this knowing I could probably have gotten had to agree for some blood but better not to push it and I will have blood soon enough. I get all except the cunt juice and I take a dildo showing it to her she immediately says:
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