Chapter 7

Sebastien

Days passed agonizingly from one to the next, and Luna did not grace my shop again. Not for nearly a week now. Night after night, I invoked the doll hungrily, calling on the ancestors to connect us together and allow me to view her while she slept. I fed into her dreams, whispering against the burlap doll all the wicked things I planned to do to her in the days, years, and even centuries to come, should all go as planned. Even though we had only spoken a handful of times, I already thought of her as mine. She would be mine. I would make it happen.

But visions of her through the crystal were not enough. To see but not touch was a torture in and of itself.

Each day, my longing for her grew more intense. I craved her, needed to have her in my power. I needed to feel her soft skin, warm and tender from the marks I gave her. I could almost taste the sweetness of her cunt as she dripped for me. It was unbearable.

I had barely been able to work through the day today, so intense was my need to possess her. My cock pressed so hard against my pants, I was certain the imprint of my zipper would forever mar my thick length.

“You’re getting a tad pathetic, old man,” Toulouse teased from his perch atop one of the tall cabinets that lined the shop front as I locked the shop for the night.

“Old man? You are barely ten years younger than me, vieil ami .” I shook my head in distracted frustration, turning lights off as I made my way to the back of the shop. I needed my fix of Luna. Desperately. She was a drug I had become addicted to, and viewing her through the crystal ball was becoming less satisfying with each passing night. I needed more. I needed to claim her, body and soul.

“Are you going to let me in on your plan at some point?”?

I grunted, turning back at the doorway to my private office. I was not in the mood to answer questions, especially from a talkative tomcat. “Why would I do that?”

“Bash, I am your familiar. It’s kind of part of the job description. I am supposed to be your guide, to keep you on the straight and narrow.”?

“You are my servant, and nothing more. You exist to serve me. I do not need a guide, outside of the ancestors who whisper their dark tidings to me.” I knew I was being harsh, but I could not bring myself to soften my words. Not when the primal craving for my dark moon was threatening to claw its way out of my skin. I rubbed my eyes, then tried for a moment of levity. “Oh, and Toulouse? While I may be straight and long, nothing about me is narrow.”

“Ew.” Toulouse gagged as though he had a hairball. “Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew.” The furry feline hacked, coughed and complained his way to his bed through the back door of the shop, the one that led up the stairs to the apartment we shared above.

I simply shook my head, immediately disregarding Toulouse’s tirade and focusing my attention on the crystal ball. The precious doll in hand, I whispered incantations, ready to see what my dark moon was up to this evening.

To my utter surprise, the image in the crystal ball showed me something I did not expect. Every night for nearly two weeks now, I had performed the spells, and had been delighted to find her sleeping, or at least preparing for bed. But this evening… This evening was different.

While my pretty puppet reclined out on her bed, she was obviously nowhere near asleep. And she was not exactly preparing for bed, either. The voluptuous moon goddess I hungered to possess had one hand holding a book, her eyes careening back and forth as she consumed word after word of what I could only assume was a sultry tale designed to entice and arouse. Her other hand held a toy, and I almost growled with jealousy and rage as she plunged the vibrating length of it into her cunt over and over, arching and writhing as she searched for orgasm in a frenzy. How dare she satisfy herself like this when it should be me slamming deep into her core, filling her with my hot seed??

I could do little more than watch impotently as her climax crested, her body trembling and twitching until she at last removed the toy, and made her way to the bathroom to clean up.

“It would seem my not-so-innocent little puppet is far more ready than I thought. Such a needy little thing. I will give you the touch you truly crave. Your Master’s touch,” I muttered to myself. She prepared for bed, turning out the bedside lamp and falling into a quick and peaceful slumber.

“Not peaceful for long,” I muttered, quickly whispering the incantations to remove the image and searching for my bag.

Enough was enough. If she was going to insult me by finding her pleasure in some pretend story and with a substitute cock, then I needed to take the next step. I could no longer watch from such a far distance, merely titillating and playing with my beautiful creature. Tonight, I would go to her and begin laying claim to her delectable body. I could not help myself.

Seeing her was one thing. I needed more. I needed to see her in person, to feel the very air shift in sexual tension as her body found pleasure. Desperately, I needed to touch her, hear her breath, feel the pulse in her neck. I needed to smell her cunt as she came from my ministrations.

In no time at all, I stood outside of her condo, quickly finding the large bay window I knew led to her bedroom. It was locked, but the mechanism was old and easily manipulated with just the tiniest flicker of magic. Within moments, I was inside, and my earlier anger dissipated in an instant as her presence assaulted my senses.

For a moment I merely stood there, working to regain thought as the overwhelmingly intoxicating scent of my Luna crashed over me like a wave. Her smell was everywhere. And it was like nothing else I’d ever experienced. My cock hardened, my pulse quickened. It was all I could do not to race over to her and ravage her like a beast, but I controlled myself with effort. There would be time for her to experience that side of me. Not yet.

Instead, with feather-light steps, I made my way to her bedside. She lay curled up on her side, sleeping peacefully, just as I had seen before leaving the shop.

Tired yourself out, did you?

Pulling the doll from my bag, I whispered the incantation as the tiniest spark of magic leapt from my fingertips to the doll. Creating the connection so close to her allowed me to see a glimmer of power, invisible to anyone not trained in the dark arts, shimmer down her body.

A grin split my face as I watched her react to the magic. A deep breath, a contented sigh, and her body relaxed fully. It seemed her subconscious mind was aware of our connection, and it brought her peace. It was everything I could have hoped for.

My fingertips played along the doll’s spine, watching in delight as Luna moved beneath the sheets. Her mind was deep in slumber, and her body was ripe for the plucking. As much as I wanted to see the look of terror in her eyes as she woke to find me burying myself in her cunt, I held back.

Touching along the doll’s form instead, I found myself entranced by her subtle reactions to my magic. I stalked silently around her bed, watching her from every angle, drinking myself to a near stupor on the heady scent of her ever-growing arousal as I began to touch her breasts, her thighs, and between those thighs, all through the doll’s magic.

Still, the ancestors called for more. My body called for more.

Setting the doll on her bedside table, I made a dangerous decision. She was fast asleep, after all. My magic could keep her deep in slumber. And I deserved this. I had been so patient, so controlled and diligent in my slow enticement of her. I had earned the right to more. The spirits owed me this.

I knelt down beside her bed, my hands touching the soft comforter for a moment, reveling in the feel of the fabric before moving beneath it. My fingers trailed higher, beneath the sheets, up the side of the bed and over to where she lay, curled up on her side still. My fingers slid over her stomach, the cropped tee covering her but still allowing me to feel her soft curves beneath the fabric.

Fabric gave way to soft skin, the curves and smoothness of her rounded hip so soft under my fingertips I swore I had never felt anything so sensual. My cock wept as I imagined what other parts of her must feel like.

My fingers moved over her, up and down, soft as a feather, growing bolder with every pass. My thumb traced the underside of her breast, drawing patterns over the rounded curves, higher and higher until I found her nipple. It was large and soft, and my fingertips tracing over it quickly caused it to become hard beneath my touch. Her sighs were music to my ears.

The thrill of being caught hardened my cock to the point of physical pain. Touching her in this way, violating her unconscious form, was so intensely erotic that I could not hold back.

Never ceasing my groping, I deftly released the fly of my pants with my other hand, tugging until I could free my cock enough to allow myself room to move, to grow harder, and to touch myself lightly. Her nipples grew harder beneath my fingertips as my other hand wrapped around the head of my cock, pumping it a few times to give me a modicum of relief.

Still, it was not enough.

With cautious, unfaltering precision, I tugged the covers down off of her body. A simple warmth charm enveloped the room at my silent command to help her stay deep in her blissfully oblivious slumber. Slowly, inch by tortuous inch, I slid the comforter down her sensuous form until her body was fully revealed to me.

She didn’t even stir. Good fucking girl. ?

Now freed from her comforter and fully revealed for my viewing pleasure, she could be manipulated with the doll with less complication. Picking it up off the bedside table, I held it in a position, mimicking her sleeping form. Slowly, I rotated the doll onto its back and spread its legs slightly. My eyes never left her face, watching for any sign that she might be stirring from her dreams.

She uttered only a soft sigh, a smile barely playing at her lips as she moved in tandem with her effigy, then settled back into comfort against the pillows, one hand tucked up by her chin and the other splayed out to the side across the wide bed.

The simple white panties that covered the curve of her sex were nearly my undoing. With her legs spread slightly in obedience to my manipulation of the doll, I could detect a small damp spot, the last traces of her earlier play, gracing the fabric right where it dipped in to follow the crease of her slit. The picture of innocence before me, ripe for the plucking and all but begging to be taken and ravaged, almost made me lose the last shred of control I had left.

Still moving with the utmost care and precision, I positioned myself so I could run my hands up her inner thighs, spreading them wider until she was fully splayed out for me, her panties just barely covering the plump lower lips of her pussy. Her scent was so thick, so sultry and delectable, my mouth literally watered.

I couldn’t help myself any longer. I climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her spread thighs.

She stirred ever so slightly, and I immediately froze. Some small part of me registered that it had been decades since I had felt real fear like this. Since I had felt anything this strongly, honestly. I reached for the doll, bringing it to my lips as I whispered, “Sleep, my dark moon. Sleep deeply, and dream of your Master’s touch.”?

Instantly, she obeyed. My heart raced, not from fear of being caught now, but from the intense sexual energy that came from being obeyed so completely, even in deep slumber.

My fingers ran down her stomach, slipping beneath the band of her panties.

“Fuck,” I whispered beneath my breath. She was shaved completely bare, something I had failed to notice when I watched her earlier. That was new, but not unwelcome. I preferred my pets well groomed.

My fingers glided over the velvety soft skin of her pussy, damp with her arousal as I found her slit. With one finger, I slid gently between her folds. She was wet, so fucking wet, and warm, and I wanted nothing more than to bury my cock right there between her thighs and die a happy man.??

But why steal for one night what I could have for all eternity? I only had to be patient.

Instead, I took matters into my own hands — or rather, her hand. Carefully repositioning myself to be within easy reaching distance, I took the hand that was tucked under her chin and brought it down to my aching cock. Letting it rest in my lap, palm up, I wrapped her fingers around the weeping tip. Her touch was light, no grip to be felt as she slumbered. I wrapped my hand around hers lightly, helping to add just a touch of friction as I thrust my hips, fucking her palm in search of relief.

The fingers of my other hand slipped and slid around her clit, teasing her into ever greater arousal as she whimpered ever so slightly in her deep slumber. Just that quiet noise, a promise of many cries and wails to come, had me fighting the need to explode in her hand.

Her legs began to tremble as her own orgasm approached. I lightened my touch, edging her.

Her brow furrowed, her hips shifting, lifting and seeking more friction, but I kept my touch feather light, barely caressing the swollen nub.

Slipping my fingers over the hood of her clit, I pulled the soft flesh back, baring her over-sensitized button to my touch.

With tiny little circles, I tortured the tiny nub, reveling in her soft and gentle gasps. Her hand held the head of my cock, allowing me to fuck her palm to my own pleasure.

As her orgasm approached yet again, she began to stir. Releasing my hand from around hers, I brought the doll to my lips again.

“Sleep, ma chère. Dream of touches you desire. Dream of being toyed and pleasured to bliss.”?

Playing with her body was absolutely divine. But toying with her mind while I touched her? That was pure heaven.

My fingers slid lower, finding her entrance sopping wet as she thrust her hips up, her body craving to be filled. My balls tightened, threatening orgasm at the mere thought of defiling her with my seed.

Of holding her legs open as I watched my cum drip out of her slowly, embarrassing her with nothing more than my gaze on her cunt.

Fuck, the things I wanted to do to this woman. The way I wanted to control and manipulate her into becoming the true incarnation of my darkest desires.

My fingertip played at her entrance, teasing her with tiny thrusts that did not give her what she craved most. My hips thrust faster, needing to cum, needing to find my own pleasure, just this once.

Faster and faster I thrust, my finger dipping further and further into her pussy, timing them together perfectly.

“Please,” she whispered.

Immediately, my eyes flew to her face, watching as her eyelids started to flutter.

Still, I did not stop.

Thrust after thrust.

I was so close.

So fucking close.

Her eyes moved beneath her closed lids. She was waking.

I didn’t have time.

I would be caught.

And yet, I did not stop. Could not stop. Would not stop. I fucking deserved this.

Finally, my orgasm hit me, my legs nearly shaking as I shot hot ropes of cum across her hand, stomach, and sheets. I bit the inside of my cheeks, forcing myself to be silent as my fingertip moved back to her clit, tickling the swollen flesh as she began to stir more.

She would wake any moment.

As soon as my orgasm had faded, I quickly righted my clothing, wiped up my cum as best I could, and grabbed the doll from the bedside dresser.

In a flash, I climbed out her bedroom window and dashed away, not even looking back as a flick of magic reset the locking mechanism.

I had just barely made it to the street when I saw her bedroom light flicker on.

Fuck, that was close.

But so damn worth it.