Several feet away from the two women was the source of the noise that had helped to guide James. A big German shepherd barked and whined above James’ manager. The dog pumped its hips frantically, thrusting its swollen, red cock in and out of Sam’s ass. The slender man was on all fours, his fists gripping clumps of grass and dirt as the dog fucked him relentlessly. The effeminate man’s skin was stark white. His eyes stared forward, unseeing and devoid of emotion; his mouth gaped open, his tongue lolling out. The newborn husk put up no fight against the canine that used him, the two grunting and yelping together in pleasure.
James’ cock began to swell in his pants as he took in the scene before him. With every moan and groan from the middle-aged blonde, and every euphoric shudder from Claire, James felt his arousal spike and his power grow. Every thrust from the German shepherd and every ecstatic gasp from Sam sent a wave of energy cascading over James. Just as Lilith had said, husks lived to gather sexual essence for their master, and they were certainly hard at work.
But James could not allow it to go on. Already, the blonde woman before him was becoming weak and lethargic. Her eyes grew less focused and veins stood pronounced on her rosy-pale skin, a vibrant contrast to the muted tones of Claire’s dark skin. Possessed by pure, malevolent lust, she drifted closer to the boundary between life and death. As she did, James felt his low stores of magical power replenish – he was benefiting directly from her tortuous ecstasy.
“ENOUGH!” James boomed, reflexively strengthening his command with magic. Instantly, the husks and their partners froze. A moment later, Claire rolled off the blonde and marched slowly, mindlessly, to James. There she stood and stared at him, waiting for his instruction. Sam too was crawling his way toward his master. He pulled himself across the grass, compelled by mindless obedience to the incubus. But he was still shackled to the German shepherd, the dog’s knot making separation impossible. So the dog came too, whining pitifully as it shuffled awkwardly behind Sam, tethered to the husk.
Once the man had come to a stop at James’ feet, the dog attempted to resume making love to Sam’s ass. But a quick look from James disheartened it and the beast just stood there, panting. Several feet away, the woman Claire had molested was coming to.
The blonde climbed stiffly to her feet, holding her head as she did. James could see her skin had regained some color. In fact, her face was rather flushed, the situation was becoming clearer to her now that she was no longer hostage to the husks’ powerful lust. Realizing her nakedness, the woman attempted to cover her modesty with her hands.
“Wh-what the hell-” she began, growing panic evident on her face.
“Relax,” James interjected, raising both hands in a disarming manner. He tried to infuse his words with magic in order to calm her. “Everything’s okay. No need to-”
“WHAT THE FUCK,” the woman practically screamed. The dog barked loudly in response, but James silenced it with a glare. At least animals would listen to him… “Who – or, what are you people!?” she continued, pointing a shaky finger at the group, staring at the clearly inhuman husks. She began to back away from them, moving slowly toward the house. James needed to stop her before she woke up the whole neighborhood.
He took a deep breath and reached out with his hand and his magic. Attempting to influence her mind with his power, James squeezed out all the sexual energy the husks had gathered for him. He forced his will onto her, compelling her to calm down. The blonde woman slowed to a stop and lazily lifted a hand to her forehead. Blinking slowly, she shook her head and fought off James’ bid for mental control.
Staggering toward the door again, she broke out into a run. “I’m calling the police!” she shouted over her shoulder. Meanwhile, James had fallen to his knees, exhausted by the failed attempt to quiet the woman’s mind. He knew it had been a long shot; he was still inexperienced with mental magic and trying to calm the blonde’s panic with only the meager amount of energy he had at the moment was asking for failure. And now he was tapped dry…
But was he? Lilith had told James that he had a source of power that was all his own. Maybe he could still do something without sexual energy. Maybe he could still stop the woman before she alerted the authorities that she had been assaulted by sex-zombies.
Still on the ground, James refocused his mind on the blonde as she dashed toward the sliding glass door. He could sense her intense anxiety and dismay, and he knew it would take a lot to stop her. James dug deep, searching for any semblance of magic that he could harness to prevent disaster. Eyes clamped shut, teeth gritted, spurred forward by urgency and desperation, he sought out the power Lilith believed he possessed. But it wasn’t there. James’ heart sank; a familiar pain throbbed lightly in the back of his mind.
He continued to fight, looking inwardly for his magic, but in vain. Had Lilith been wrong about him? James felt nothing; he didn’t even know what he was looking for. What did it mean to have magic that didn’t come from anyone or anywhere else? How would he even identify that power if he had it? James remembered Sumis, forgotten king of Babylon and powerful mage. James wanted power like his, a power all his own.
Ignoring the growing pain in his skull, James reached deeper into himself, into the very fabric of his soul. And there, he found something. A faint strand of wisp-like light alone in the void. Focusing on it, James reached out and grabbed it. Instantly, his headache disappeared, the strain of overusing Lilith’s magic now overshadowed by a surge of pure energy from within him.
James pulled the string, unraveling this secret power like a cosmic ball of yarn. As he pulled, any trace of fatigue or exhaustion was eradicated. James’ senses were flooded with pure magic; it was the closest he’d ever come to a religious experience. “Where has this power been all my life?” he asked himself. The magic continued to unwind, pushing itself toward the surface, suffusing every cell in James’ body with unlocked potential.
Standing back up, James tried to slow the flow of power. He had more than enough energy now for the task at hand, but he couldn’t make the magic stop. As James began to literally glow with pure energy, he mentally put his foot down. “Okay, that’s enough.” But the magic kept coming. Unlike the night before, this wasn’t an overpowering force that sought to snuff out James’ identity and consume his life force. This magic meant him no harm – in fact, it seemed a little overeager to supply him with power. But now it was time to-
“STOP!” James yelled inwardly and outwardly. The flow of magic immediately slowed to a crawl – no longer white-water rapids, but a peaceful river of power that James could command and tap into. Coming back to his senses, he looked across the backyard and saw the naked blonde, frozen mid-stride, hand stretched for the door. Mere inches away from the handle, she had stopped as James had ordered. The force that demanded her obedience was much too great to resist, and her mind was wide-open to suggestion now.