Lizzie stopped, and I went on. "Do you think Dabbler can stay for a bit?" I asked. "I've got something for him."
"Sure, I'll wait," Lizzie said."
"In private."
She looked curious but she didn't ask, so I didn't tell her anything, so she just did this little shrug thing and said "I'll just go, then, Dabbler, you can catch up later, okay?"
"Okay," he said, looking confused again. He was doing that a lot, actually.
Lizzie went to the door and left and then poofed out while Dabbler waved. Then he closed the door and turned back and asked "So what's the big secret, aye-yi-YI! What the hell happened to your clothes?"
I smiled. "What's it to you, big guy? Hmm, you are a big guy, aren't you, I see it's already stirring -"
He went beet red and crossed his hands over his crotch. He seemed to be waiting for something, and I knew what. I smiled again. "I know all about Mom's spell that yanks you home to your girlfriends when you lust after someone else," I said. "And I know how to put a hold on it, too."
"Shit, I'm in so much trouble," he groaned.
You don't know the half of it, Dabbler, I thought, and smiled again. I took one of his hands, which had gone limp, and led him out of the living room. "The bedroom's better for this, Dabbler," I cooed.
"Anna," he choked. "Why? My suitemates - your parents - this isn't right."
"You saved me, remember? And I did want to thank you for it."
He gulped. "I only did half of it, Lizzie was there too," he protested.
"Yeah, but she's got eyes only for D.J., and anyway I'm not into girls," I said, the last part of which was a lie, but anything to get him to shut up. He started to talk again, so I kissed him.
That worked, at least until he saw where we were going.
"This is your parents' bedroom," he protested, "they don't allow anyone else in here."
Yeah, I knew that, but I was pissed off with them right then, and I didn't give a shit. "Who cares?" I said. "The important thing is, the bed's big enough."
"Oh. Ugh, what a mess, don't they ever clean this place?"
"Shut up," I said, and kissed him again and made all this clothes go away. I pushed him down on the bed and climbed up over him. "You're the one who likes big tits, right?" I asked, as I made mine grow. Silly question, they all like big tits.
He swallowed and nodded and looked scared, hoo boy, he was sweating now. But he was ready, boy was he ready, right about then his thing poked me in the belly.
"Down boy, let's just play a little first, I want those lips around my nipples."
I played him like a fish on a line, getting him almost there but not quite, not till just the right moment. And I admit, I was jazzed, it was a lot of fun, especially when I thought about what Mom and Dad would think. I almost abandoned the plan just for that reason, but no, I'm not that in thrall to my body.
One more time I let him almost get there, and then I giggled and twitched away from his straining pole again and mashed by tits back into his face. "Dabbler," I breathed throatily when he finally came up for air again.
"Yeah?"
"There's something you should know. You remember that time in the Sphere when Dad was fighting the Worm, and distracted it with an illusion."
He looked apprehensive. "I wasn't there," he reminded me.
"No, but your wrote it, didn't you, I know what your origionals write gets reproduced in the minds of you avatars."
"Um, that's a secret," he said, "nobody's supposed to know about that, hell, even they mostly don't know about that - and hey, now that I think about it, you weren't there, either -"
I put my fingers over his mouth, shushing him. "I was in spirit," I said. "Little bits of me in every Author reading over their shoulders, so to speak." I duplicated the punk metal slut illusion he'd written Dad into using, clothing my current form with it. His eyes went really wide, and I grinned even wider. "So," I said smugly, "I thought so. This is what turns you on, isn't it? Don't try to deny it."
He had the decency to look sheepish and I nodded in triumph, relishing my power over him. I let my tits grow again, popping them out of the leather top, turned and started massaging his prick with them while I commanded him to eat me. Oo, this was nice, and his penis plainly thought the same. Almost time.
I got up and loomed over him. "And you know what?" I screamed. "I didn't appreciate your sick little fantasy one bit, you asshole!" I took the hold off the spell, let it whisk him back to his own suite and his significant others, who, thanks to the stone, had seen every bit of it. Yeah, Dabbler, I thought, you'll be in trouble all right!
I know, I know, you wonder why I did that when he did save me, and all. I don't know, I guess that metal sex trash image just pissed me off. And anyway he did get his reward, after all along with the lesson I gave him an experience he'd remember a long, long time.
And he'd be way too embarrassed to try to pull any shit with me ever again. Oh yes, you Authors, I know how your dirty little minds work. Just like mine . . .
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