Twisted Wishes: The Complete Series Page 2

  “He will? I can do that?”

  “That’s what you will do, isn’t it?”

  It may not have been what she asked for but if he was right it could give her what she wished. In this form she could make the man of her dreams belong to her.

  “Yes,” she said clearly, aware her goal was so close, “I will make him love me!”

  The demon grinned as fire engulfed his body and he slowly sunk back into the floor, from whence he came.

  “Then I’m no longer needed here. I look forward to you holding up your end of the bargain.”

  Once he was completely gone, only leaving his mark on her body behind, she began to experiment with her new powers. Then it was off to claim her man.

  It was still the middle of the night but that didn’t matter to Mary now that she was a succubus. She was a creature of the darkness, when the city slept it was time for her to move.

  Of course, as a stalker, she knew where her love lived, where she would find him. She flew across the city using her wings and morphed into his room using her demonic powers. That was when she found him.

  Seeing as dawn was still a long way away, he was in his bed, sleeping soundly, without a care, completely unaware a wicked woman was peering at him with hungry eyes.

  She leaned in close, purring in glee at the sight of his sleeping face. He looked so hot, so handsome, good enough to eat and eat him up she would.

  “Oh Dewey,” she spoke down to him, “It’s time to wake up now.”

  Disturbed by her hypnotic call, his eyes slowly crept open, revealing his pupils to her glare.

  “Huh… what? Is something there?”

  Suddenly she straddled him, pushing her weight down onto his figure, giggling wickedly as she stared down into him, deep into his eyes, letting her power flow.

  “Yes, I am! Me, your love, your one, true, love. The woman you are crazy for.”

  Her words sunk deep into his head, into his heart, turning from mere sentences into concrete thoughts.

  “My love,” he gasped breathlessly as her hypnosis melted his resistance away.

  “Yes, your love! You love me so much, more than anyone else, anything else! Now kiss me!” she squealed in excitement, pushing down and locking her trembling lips to his.

  The two began to make out, tongues swirling together, saliva mixing as the passion flowed, Mary feeling all giddy and gleeful. As for Dewey, as the succubus saliva entered him he began to feel an overwhelming need to rut, his cock growing hard and turgid. Her drool acted as a powerful aphrodisiac.

  Still locked by the lips, Dewey grasped her body and twisted around, pushing her down firmly into the bed with his strong, muscular, frame above, manhood throbbing.

  “Need to fuck,” he growled, dragging his boxers down, exposing that shaft, “Have to fuck my love.”

  The naked Mary was already wet and ready for him and as he pressed that hard piece of dick into her juicy body, she released a shuddering squeal, finally getting what she’d desired.

  “Yes that’s it you stud,” she giggled in glee, “Fuck me, fuck your one true love. Make her squeal in pleasure!”

  His hands sunk into the bed, on either side of her head, as he buried deep into her loins before dragging his hips back, thrusting back inside with a hard intensity and then doing so again and again and again, stirring up her pussy.

  Mary threw her head back and released a room rattling moan as he was going fast and rough from the start. He was acting less like a man and more like a wild animal.

  Her squeals of ecstasy just kept on coming as his piston movements made the bed below them creak with every rutting thrust, her legs locking around his back as her nails dragged down his back. He was showing her body no mercy; even though she was a succubus she was the one feeling mind melting bliss.

  Because of that strong aphrodisiac running through his veins, it didn’t take him long to reach his body’s limits, to arrive at his orgasm.

  “Cumming! Cumming!” he snorted out like his mind had fallen to instincts, hilting into the limits of her body, releasing his raw male seed inside.

  Mary squealed in joy as the warmth flooded her core and sent shudders roaming over her, her own climax being triggered, gushes of feminine lust spraying from her loins. It was because of her beloved’s semen, it was filling up her womb completely.

  His orgasm seemed to go on for an entity, Dewey pouring into her until every drop of his orgasm had been drained out into her pussy. It left Mary flat on her back, small aftershocks rippling through her.

  “Oh my god… that was incredible,” she panted out hotly. How did a succubus even lose her breath? “That was amazing my love! We’re gonna do this so much from now on. We’ll--”

  Before she could finish up, she was pushed back down into the bed by her lustful lover who was completely consumed by her demonic toxin, and his primal desires.

  “More,” he growled as he pushed his cock deep inside of her, pressing his massive cock back into her sensitive insides, making her squeal.

  “Wait!” she whined out from below him, “I’m… so sensitive! Too early…”

  “Must fuck! Must fill! Must breed!”

  Her body shuddered every time he buried deep into her, every time that throbbing dick pounded into her pussy. She was a succubus, a creature of lust and sex, yet for some reason she felt completely powerless wrapped around his manhood. Something was wrong.

  Looking down, spying between his body every time he dragged his hips up, before burying them back down with speed, Mary noticed that the mark on her pelvis was glowing; her energy was being drained as agreed in the pact. However it was a lot more than she expected. She expected a drop which she wouldn’t even notice but with the amount being sapped out, she felt weak.

  With most of her energy being gobbled up elsewhere, Mary was left in a state even less powerful than a human without losing her natural allure. She was still a creature designed to entice and gobble men, however now she couldn’t do it without losing all of her composure.

  Being in such a weakened state, there was no way she could stand up to her new boyfriend’s erect cock.

  “This is wrong,” she moaned out, her eyes rolling back, “If you don’t slow down… I’m gonna go crazy! I’ll turn from your lover into your slave!”

  Of course he didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop. He was controlled by her magic, powered by her demonic corruption. He was a primal beast of a man coaxed on by the throbbing in his loins.

  “Cumming, cumming again,” he growled as he refused to ease up on her, “Will breed lover!”

  He buried down to the hilt again and released his orgasm inside of her for a second time, filling up her over sensitive body. This was the last straw for the succubus in training.

  As his hot cream flooded her womb and forced another toe curling gush from her loins, her mind shattered and she fully gave in to the pleasure.

  “So good!” Mary cried out in glee as she felt her man’s hot cum having its way with her, marking her as his woman.

  She couldn’t even manage to find any words as he started up again, for a third time, without dropping in intensity or speed.

  With her jiggly assets bouncing, Mary moaned in lustful joy as her handsome stud of a man continued to stir up her needy insides, her wish fulfilled, in one way or another.

  Months passed by in a blink of an eye as hard girth sunk into the body of the squealing succubus.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Mary moaned, her hair messy, her body stained with sweat, her stomach and breasts swollen, “I need more, more.”

  The moments the two stopped fucking were rare. The two had pretty much given up their humanity and had turned into creatures of pure lust. Mary the succubus and her powerful stud of a man who filled her again and again and again.

  “Again, cumming again,” he growled, emptying his twentieth load of the day into her body, far from the last.

  She squealed in joy as the cum filled her, the energy flowed into her bef
ore being drained away to pay for her wish. Not that she seemed to notice, she was too busy climaxing herself to notice anything weird. Besides after so long she’d gotten more than used to it.

  As soon as her stud was done emptying into her body, he turned her around and began to thrust again, not giving her any time to rest, keeping her in a permanent ecstasy as he followed his primal desires.

  Her wish had certainly been granted. Nobody else in the world loved each other more than those two, spent time together more than those two, fucked more than those two. However that was all they did, two beings connected together in permanent love making.

  “More! More! Don’t stop! Never stop my love! Keep going forever!”

  The two joined together in a sloppy kiss, her aphrodisiac drool filling his mouth, keeping his head in the clouds, keeping his hips moving, trapping her in toe curling pleasure.

  Mary was happy, oh so happy. She was getting everything she wanted and more. Nobody felt more pleasure than her and it was something that would never end; after all they never wanted it to end.

  Be careful what you wish for. You never know, you might just get it.

  The Magic Lamp

  It wasn’t like Renee had meant to stumble upon a magic lamp, it just happened.

  Renee was a woman who loved money. Her mind was always thinking about money. Making money, saving money; there was little chance she was ever going to spend any if she didn’t feel she’d discovered a bargain. She was practically obsessed with money.

  Her dream was to be rich. Of course a lot of people dreamt of having lots of money but for many that was just a bonus along with being a famous movie star, sports player or pop singer. Renee simply wanted the money, she had no interest in any fame. Being rich was her one desire.

  Despite the fact that she wanted to have a bank account that was overflowing and a purse that was too heavy to carry, Renee wasn’t exactly earning big. She didn’t even have a job.

  Because going to university meant having to pay, Renee decided to skip higher education in favor of climbing the economic ladder with the school of hard knocks on her resume. However that hadn’t worked out quite as she’d planned.

  With low paying jobs being ‘beneath her’, Renee was twenty five years old and still unemployed. However she was getting by using her speciality to her advantage; her eye for a bargain.

  Renee’s time was spent perusing around shops, eyeing up what was on sale, trying to find something going for very little which she knew she could sell on later for a lot more. And being such a cheapskate, it was something she was very good at.

  “How much for this vase?” she asked the shop tender, her nose for a bargain tingling.

  “Let’s say fifty dollars.”

  “I’ll give you twenty five.”

  “Let’s call it forty five then.”

  “Twenty five.”

  “Look I can’t go any lower than forty.”

  “I said twenty five.”

  “This vase is quality made. I won’t go below forty for it, that’s final.”

  “And I’m offering you twenty five for it.”

  “I’ve already said, I won’t go lower than that.”

  In the end she managed to purchase it for thirty three dollars, which was made even sweeter by the fact she was certain she’d get at least eighty for it elsewhere. While she certainly wasn’t rich she was definitely pocketing a lot doing this.

  With another deal swindled, she was just about to leave when she noticed something behind the counter, something she kicked herself for almost missing.

  “That brass lamp,” she said, pointing up to a trinket up high on the shelves, “Is that for sale?”

  “Oh that old thing? I’m afraid it’s not something I really want to part with. See it was a gift from a dear friend of mine. You’d have to make quite the sizeable offer to even make me consider parting with it.”

  “I see… I’ll give you fifteen dollars for it.”

  In the end she managed to get it for twenty.

  At the end of another day of shopping, Renee had managed to collect a rather considerable amount of tat that she knew she’d be able to offload to somebody else for more than she’d paid for it.

  The vase she’d be able to sell as fine china, the mask would probably interest a collector and she was sure somebody would buy the lamp which looked like something straight out of a genie movie, even if the thing was pretty dusty.

  Back at home, Renee gave the thing a polish, knowing shiny things always sold for more that grubby junk. That was when it happened.

  There was a boom like thunder clapping in the room as the lamp began to shake in her hands, the sky seemingly turning black like night had arrived a few hours early.

  A startled Renee squealed in panic and dropped the heating brass to the floor with a clatter where it continued to rattle and roll before a thick, purple, smoke released from the spout, filling the room up with a heavy fog.

  She coughed to clear her lungs and tried to waft the denseness away as it blocked her vision, obscuring the floating figure which had appeared in the room.

  “Thank you for summoning me mortal,” the voice said from the mist, shocking the already shaky Renee.

  “Who’s there? What’s going on? What’s happening here?”

  As the smoke finally cleared, Renee set her sights on the mysterious figure who seemed to fill up the room. He had dark skin, a large white beard, a muscular chest with matching arms and was wearing robes, gold and jewelry all over his body. However none of this was as noticeable as the faint glow which outlined his figure, and the fact in place of legs his lower half swirled off into a hovering tail, like a caricature of a ghost.

  “I,” the floating being began, his voice loud and powerful, “am the genie of the lamp. For awaking me from my slumber I am bound to give you three wishes.”

  “This… can’t be real.”

  Renee couldn’t believe what was happening. Had she slipped and hit her head at some point? Were there fumes in her purchases which were making her hallucinate? She began to pinch herself to wake from her daydream.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Y-you’re still there?”

  “Of course I am, I have only just arrived and you have yet to give me even your first wish.”

  “So this isn’t an illusion. It’s real…” she muttered to herself softly, in disbelief. Then, out of nowhere, she began to cackle in manic laughter.

  It was incredible, truly amazing. He was a genie, a real genie to grant her wishes, to make her dreams come true. She’d always thought such things were exclusive to tales of fantasy but there one was, in her lounge, in the flesh.

  “What are you doing now?” he questioned as she laughed most wickedly, “Are you okay?”

  “Oh, sorry,” she snorted, “I just got a little bit excited.”

  “I guess that’s natural. We genies don’t appear much in front of you humans, you should feel very privileged.”

  “Yeah yeah yeah that’s great, so privileged” she said in a rush, trying to speed things along, “So you can make anything happen, make any wish I have come true?”

  “Within reason.”

  “So if I ask to be rich beyond my wildest dreams, you’ll make it happen?”

  “Of course. Such things are well within my power.”

  A cold sweat began to drip down her brow as she trembled in excitement, her heart pounding, her entire body unable to calm down. It was happening, it was really happening; she was about to get what she’d always wanted.

  “Then I wish to be filthy stinking rich!”

  The genie chuckled as he clicked his fingers, “Your wish is my command.”

  Renee groaned and rubbed her eyes as the genie had caused a huge flash of light when he’d cast his spell, everything coming into focus slowly. She wanted to see what was out there, she wanted to know if it worked.

  Finally, when her eyesight properly returned, she discovered the answer was a big, fat, yes
.

  They were no longer standing in her small, dark, lounge. Renee was standing besides a pool with a huge, luxurious, white mansion towering overhead.

  “Is is is,” she muttered to herself, almost in a trance, “is this my mansion?”

  “That it is,” the genie added, seemingly appearing from thin air, “After all you’re rich now. This, and everything around it, belongs to you.”

  It was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. The mansion was like something lifted straight from a dream, something that only true millionaires would be able to afford, while the land and gardens spanning all around, which just seemed to go on and on, were completely stunning.