(Continued from this post)

My newest slave moaned, her soft, curvy body squirming under me as I fucked her. I’d never had sex with another empath before; it was intense. Once I was absolutely certain she was mine, I let down my own walls, too–not that they mattered much with her power–and we fed each other’s pleasure as we fucked, like a feedback loop that build higher and higher into an explosion that seemed to go on forever.

When it was finally over, she collapsed under me. There was no question she was more powerful than I was–but that power would now be used to keep herself under my control, and to help bring others into my control.

I looked down at her and blinked in surprise. “Did… did we fuck the color out of your clothes?”

She stretched langorously, luxuriating in the afterglow. “No… it’s just something that happens when I’m at peace. My magic gets more powerful, but it doesn’t last that long.”

Interesting… interesting and potentially useful.

(To be continued…)