Page 36 of Cursed

Dark gray smoke curled around my fingers and I smiled as it flowed down over the tiles and into the shower.

Avril let out a yelp as it curled around her leg and I could feel the firmness of her calf against my palm as my magic wound across her wet flesh.

“Hey! Stop that!”

“Do you want me to leave?” I called out. “I can leave—”

The tendrils of my magic crept higher, caressing and kneading as I flexed my fingers.

Avril let out a low moan I was sure she didn’t want me to hear. “N— No…”

“Good,” I murmured.

Feeling the shiver of her body through the shadowy tendrils of my power made my heart race, and I fought against the urge to join her in the shower. But, no... this was far more fun. My eyes slid closed as I concentrated on memorizing every inch of her skin. The way she gasped and jerked as my magic lashed over sensitive areas. The way she squirmed and writhed under its touch.

“Mmm... You’ve missed me, haven’t you, Avril?” I murmured, my words dripping with a sultry promise that hung heavily in the steam-filled air.

A choked cry reached my ears and Avril’s palm pressed against the glass as my magic slid against her slick flesh.

More.

I could hear her begging.

“Yes...,” she gasped out, her voice barely louder than the splash of water against the tile.

My chuckle echoed in the room and bounced off the cold marble walls. My magic thrummed with power as it explored the secret curves of her body, and every goosebump that raised on her skin under its touch sent a jolt through me.

My body ached with want, and I resisted the urge to rip off my clothes and fuck her myself.

This was better.

This was control.

This was her responding to my magic alone.

“You want more?” I murmured. The question was rhetorical— I could feel her need radiating off of her like heat from an ember.

“Yes…,” she whispered again. Her voice was shaky and raw and her head fell back against the glass wall of the shower.

“All you had to do was ask.” A smug smile spread across my face as I increased the pressure of my magic.

Her breath caught as she fought to stay silent, but she failed miserably when my magic dove lower.

“You like that, don’t you, little sister?”

Avril didn’t answer with anything more than a groan that echoed off the bathroom’s marble walls and filled the steamy air as she arched into my magic’s touch.

My cock strained against my jeans as I lost myself in this perverse game. My self-control waned with every stroke of my enchantment over the sweet expanse of Avril’s flushed skin. My magic thrust inside her, delving deep even as tendrils of that dark smoke wrapped around her throat and cut off her breath— just enough.

“Bastian…” Avril’s voice gasped out my name, swollen with need and edged with the sweetest desperation.

“You’re so good for me, Avril.” I murmured, and I knew she heard me. My magic responded to her keening cries and pulsed in rhythm with the wild beat of her heart.

Her hands flew up to claw at the ethereal chains coiled around her throat. It was a futile effort, but it spurred me on, nonetheless.

“That’s it, struggle. Fight it.” I could hardly contain the shudder that rippled through me as beneath the onslaught of my magic. She writhed and wriggled like a pinned butterfly.

No words came from her then; only ragged gasps and broken cries as my magic played her body like a fine-tuned instrument. The raw symphony of Avril’s pleasure soon drowned out the sound of running water that echoed through the tiled bathroom.

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