No, he thought, not Kiya, think of someone else, someone he wouldn't want to fuck -
For a brief flickering instant she was one of the Fat City women Lord Aethar dug so much, then she was herself again, frowning a bit. "Not one of your needs," Nohwidal said, "except maybe your need for escape, and that can't be too strong if you can't hold me in that form. No I think your problem wears this form."
She was Anna.
Zorlond fell back with a cry, but she followed him, drew him back up, spoke calmly to him. "You have to face your fears," she said, "admit your feelings, get this out of your system or you'll never be whole. Look at me. I wouldn't be like this if it wasn't what you wanted. Fighting it will just drive you crazy."
"No, I can't, she doesn't want me -"
"How do you know? When I change I change all the way, I don't just look like the person you want, am who you want me to be. And I sure want you!"
"Kiya," he ventured, a last ditch effort.
"She knows. Who do you think helped her get past all her shit? Come, Father, let me help you."
His brain slowly but definitively turned off, and his body took over. He couldn't help himself, he couldn't help but let her help him. Slowly, sensuously, she ran her lips and tongue over his shamed cheek, worked her way over to his lips for a long breathless moment, then down his chest, down to his navel, down farther -
Came back up when he started to thrust, ground against him, offered him those impossibly perfect breasts -
Took him inside her, kneeded his manhood with her internal muscles, bringing him to the brink again and again, knowing just when to relax, to go slow, to prolong their time -
All the while looking like Anna, smiling that melting smile, holding him transfixed, completely under her spell -
Had Kiya joined them, or had the incredible seductress somehow twinned herself? No, it was Kiya, no one else could have known that spot, he had never dreamed -
Both at once -
All night long -
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Oddly, in the morning, when all was done with, Nohwidal did not revert back to her true form. She remained Anna. And then, slowly, as the truth began to dawn, changed from the old Anna, the girl he and Kiya had raised, to the new Anna, the mature, confident Authoress who now seemed so distant from them.
"You must think I'm a complete fool," he groaned, looking from the grinning Anna to the equally grinning Kiya.
"Only if you ever thought, even for a moment, that I didn't want you - Dad," I answered.
For a while I thought the way we'd tricked him would give him a new excused to go into the doldrums, but it didn't, its hard to get in a funk with two frisky women at your beck and call. Dad's day off turned into two, and then three, before we finally worked all that stuff out of our systems. And when he finally started thinking about other things again he found to his embarrassment that the Worm had gone ahead and fixed those gravity anomolies he was fretting over on its own.
Yeah, I left Mom and Dad in a pretty good spot.
It couldn't last, I did have the present to get back to you know, and I had to make them forget about my visit because of the time paradoxes that would happen if I didn't. But we all knew they would remember when the time was right, the time I had to get back to. Meantime, their subconsciouses would keep it even if their conscious minds couldn't. Their heads were back where they were supposed to be, and for good.
All the same, it was hard to say goodbye and let them think it was just to a native who happened to be a really good healer of mental/emotional problems.
But I did it.
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