Lust Spell Pt. 2 [M20’s][Solo Male][Masturbation][Crush][Swimsuit][Shower][Magic][Fantasy][Witchcraft][Orgasm][Cumshot]

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Addaline would come over sooner or later. I had ways to make sure of that. The golden strings of my love spell wrapped tight around my fingers. I couldn't control her by any means. She was far too smart, far too strong. I don't know if I'll ever master these rinky spells well enough to have her completely. The very thought of having such a challenging woman bend to my whim was already straining my dick.

‘Oh no, Darren. Please don't rut me like an animal.’ ‘Oh God, Darren. Just let me taste your massive cock.’

Fuck! Getting Addaline to completely switch up her entire persona just for me brings a feral pump into my veins.

The enhancement I just cast on her should make her more susceptible to the original spell. It required something difficult to get– the fury of her dragon. I didn't know what it could've possibly meant at first. I–––– suppose getting bitch eye'd by a sexually frustrated woman was a good way to obtain her dragon.

Every other woman I've come across has fallen for my mythical charm. I cast that spell months ago, and it was like every single woman wanted a piece of me. Well, every woman– except Addaline.

I don't know whether she's just too career-driven or uncaring about any kind of relationship with a man. Hell, I've even had a couple of lesbians look my way with this spell. They're more than quick enough to whisk it away though. Despite its effects, the spell isn't very strong. If someone has a desire to not find me, well– desirable, they won't be affected for very long.

Addaline was the reason I cast the spell in the first place, yet she was also the first woman to will away its effects. I needed something stronger.

She wasn't a witch herself, though. Tonight proved that. She was obviously affected by the enhancement spell I put on her. I could still feel it connecting us. The pull of the golden strands as she moved the way I urged her to.

Oh, I could see everything. Her slippery fingers, her ragged breaths, even the images that played in her head. The vision of myself toying with all her favorite spots had her leaking desperately. Don’t worry, Addaline. I’ll make sure to take good care of you. Just come over. Be a good girl and come to daddy.

I played with her body. I played with her mind. The woman would become mine eventually. I’ll make sure to have her begging for me.

I had her right where I wanted her. Right on the cusp of an orgasm. Lost in a fantasy of me. Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me.

I loved having her so close to that edge. I bet those frustrated tears tasted delicious. She was going, falling. She stepped in time with her budding orgasm. But then– the bound string between us loosened from my fingers. The golden tendrils slipped from my grasp, and I lost my connection to her.

Damn. Willed it away again.

I was starting to feel it too. My cock became so hard, so sensitive, the rough material of my pants was giving me a slight burning sensation. I guess I’ll have to rub one out now.

The cotton bedding beneath me wasn’t cold enough to ward off my arousal. Exposing myself to the cool air from my air conditioning wasn’t either.

I wrapped my hand around my shaft. It was just a gentle touch, yet I felt so much. My cock was burning hot, and I needed an immediate release. Out the corner of my eye, the bottle of lotion sat on my bedside table. One fat pump covered my palm in the white paste. The scent of vanilla filled the room, the scent of her. My fingers wrapped around my shaft tightly. Images of Addaline in the most tempting situations filled my head.

I remember the bathing suit she wore on that work trip to Hawaii. It was a one-piece, a sweet pastel pink with white feathery ruffles along the edge. The front of it cut deep down to the center of her ribcage, showing an ample amount of cleavage. I wished on every shooting star that night for a wave strong enough to cause her material to shift, just a little. That never happened, though. There was only a damp, shivering Addaline that went into the shower room with the rest of the women to wash off.

My hand pumps more savagely. An electric roll building from my cock. Goosebumps flared on my skin as Addaline walked into the beach’s shower. Her thick, wet hair falling over her back. Her tight swimsuit getting heavier from the running water. I can see her bitable nipples through the fabric, so hard and eager to be played with. Fuck, I bet she feels so warm in that water. I wonder if she’s run her hands all over her curves. Does she relish in how soft her body is? Do gentle touches and massages make her feel as magnetic as she is? Oh Addaline, I’d touch you as much as you wanted, as much as you needed. You wouldn’t have to do anything. I’d bow to you with ease.

Fuck I want you to see me. I want you to know that I can’t stay soft when I think of you. I want you. I need you. I–

I couldn’t keep control anymore. My hand was moving in just the right way. I was revisiting the way Addaline touched herself. I saw how gentle she’d been to her own body. How she wanted to be treated, how she wanted me to fuck her. Just a slow tease for you, baby. Don’t worry, I can hold out. I can make sure you're happy with my body. I can– Fuck– No– I can’t–

“Ah, Addaline!”

My orgasm pierced me like I was just shot by an arrow. It was too sudden for me. I tried to dodge it, but it crept up like a lightning bolt. My body rose from the bed, turning my cock victim to my thrusting hand. Semen lands right below my naval. I can see a satisfied smile on Addaline as she watches what just the thought of her has done to me. Heavy breaths pass my lips, my body falling into a numbful bliss.

I mindlessly pluck a couple of tissues out of their box. The dark ceiling is the only thing that’s in my vision. I dragged the flimsy paper over my stomach, unaware of whether or not I was cleaning up properly. Slowly, I blink in the darkness of my bedroom. A pale glow reaches the dark mass, turning the white paint above me a washed-out gold. My gaze falls to my hand, its shining strings back in place. Oh Addaline– I knew you’d come.

My eyes drift close, the air in my lungs falling harshly off my lips. The only sound in my house was the rasp on my front door downstairs.

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