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slick from her sexual ecstasy, “I gave you what you wanted.”
     
    “How?”
     
    “Like I said, Grimm is more than a mere magician. He is capable of true magic. He bewitched you. Laid a spell upon you…whatever its’ called, I don’t know. I only know it works, or at least I hoped it would work. And it does!” Brice finished with a laugh. “I’ve never seen such passion unleashed.”
     
    “You’re a bastard! I don’t believe any of this,” Emilie denied angrily.
     
    “Oh, would you like to have another go, you know, just to convince you?” Brice said lightly, playfully. “I know I wouldn’t mind. Watching you stroke yourself and seeing you cum as you twisted and fought it, God! It makes me so hard.”
     
    “Don’t you dare touch me!”
     
    “My dear, dear Emilie,” Brice cooed pleasantly, “I only had to touch you once to set the charm. From now on, all I have to do is concentrate on what I wish you to feel, and you will feel it.” Brice stared at her hard, his dark eyes boring into her skin.
     
    Suddenly the skin beneath her tight jeans erupted with a rush as if countless spiders were crawling all over her. “Stop it! Stop it!” she screamed thrashing her legs in fright her eyes growing wide with fear.
     
    “It doesn’t have to be pleasure I make you feel,” Brice advised, “but it can be.” As he finished speaking the dry rasp of the spider legs disappeared. Emilie sighed in relief, briefly, until she felt her nipples being caressed as if with a feather. Slowly stroking her engorging buds as feathery light brushes tickled and teased sending shivers of delight coursing across her silky skin. Her nipples had always been sensitive and this constant arousal threatened to send her back into orgasmic torture.
     
    “Stop,” she moaned, “Please, stop,” her head hung back exposing the soft tender lines of her neck.
     
    Brice rose to his feet before her, “I’ll stop,” he bargained, “if you’ll do something for me?”
     
    Fire raced across Emilie’s stomach as the delicate brushstrokes inched agonizingly downward tightening her loins with growing arousal as new moistness seeped from her blazing pussy. “Anything,” she conceded, her lips parting as the ephemeral contact neared her swollen and sore clit.
     
    Smiling, Brice lowered the zipper on his dark slacks. Hearing the rasp of the zipper, Emilie opened her eyes as Brice’s cock emerged.
     
    For a moment, she could only stare wordlessly at the sight. This bastard of a man, this prick of a human being, stood before her dressed in a designer suit, sporting a hundred-dollar haircut, with a body made muscular by hours in the gym, had merely an average size penis.
     
    It was almost funny, except it was beautiful. His cock stood entirely erect. The head was plump and round, sloped back into a shaft that appeared carved from living marble. Hot red veins stood out against his flesh throbbing as blood pumped through them.
     
    On the very tip, a drop of golden liquid stood poised in the dim light.
     
    Emilie’s mouth grew wet just looking at it. Part of her, the part that still saw him as a bastard who was manipulating her, wanted to strike him in the balls, make him writhe in pain on the floor.
     
    Another part of her, a part growing stronger as she stared at the most beautiful penis she’d ever see, wanted to take it in her mouth. Wanted to lick the length of it, suck the head, run her tongue along the soft ridge of flesh mushrooming around its’ circumference.
     
    She didn’t know if it was the astonishing orgasm she just had, or some effect of Grimm’s magic on her, or the birth of some wonton desire of her own, but she suddenly found herself kneeling in front of the tall man.
     
    His large hands came down to grasp her hair lightly, caressing her head as he guided her forward.
     
    Tentatively her pink lips parted, moist and plump. She kissed just the tip, the sweet drop of pre-cum coating her bottom lip. Her tongue