Half a continent away from Cynthia’s terror, Kelly opened
the door to her apartment, surprised to find it wasn’t locked.
“Emma?” she called out as she entered the living room, dim and
shadowy by the light filtering in through the curtains. Her girlfriend
shouldn’t be home this early, but why else would the door be unlocked.
Kelly’s heart froze as she heard a
clatter from the bedroom, followed by a familiar giggle. It couldn’t be,
she thought. Emma’s not–she wouldn’t– But the squeaking of bedsprings
was unmistakable.
Shock gave way to rage, and Kelly
slammed the bedroom door open. Her screaming fury died on her lips, however, at
what she saw: Emma, her lithe body arched backward, her face blissful as she
rode… a man.
“What the fuck..?” Kelly
breathed. She preferred women but had had flings with guys here and
there–though none since she started dating Emma, obviously. But Emma? Emma was
100% lesbian, zero interest in boning dudes whatsoever. Yet here she was,
apparently having the time of her life fucking a man Kelly’d never seen before,
a wiry little guy, fit but very short.
The man looked at Kelly, his eyes
deep and dark as a mineshaft. “Hello,” he said with a smile and just
a trace of an accent–British, but something else too.
“What the fuck!?” Kelly
said louder. “Emma, who is this!?”
Emma kept riding the man, panting as
she turned her head to talk to Kelly. “God, Kels, I had no idea… So
good… Can’t stop…”
“What have you done to her, you
bastard!?” Kelly demanded, stepping further into the room. “Who the
fuck do you think you are?”
“Stop,” the man said.
“Calm down.”
Kelly stood stock-still, feeling her
anger and hurt draining out of her. In its place came a pleasant sort of
floating feeling, a serene unconcern, and that was terrifying. Or at least it
should be, but she couldn’t quite seem to feel it.
The man sat up, holding onto Emma’s
hips to keep her bouncing in his lap. He looked Kelly up and down, and
apparently liked what he saw. “Strip,” he said.
Feeling like she was in a dream,
Kelly complied. She knew she shouldn’t, but it was so easy to just go along
with it, so pleasant…
“I am glad I spotted you, my
dear,” he said to Emma. “I had no idea I’d be getting two for
one.” He beckoned Kelly to come closer, and she did.
Any second, she knew, he was going
to order her to join him and Emma for a threesome. That should probably bother
her, but at the moment she didn’t much mind. He seemed able to control her
emotions and actions, so he’d probably make her enjoy it.
But instead, to her surprise, he
stopped, whipping his head around to stare right through her. A wild,
triumphant grin spread across his face. “Her! She’s finally
activating.” He laughed and shoved Emma of his cock. “You’re mine now!”
he declared to no one in particular, then snapped his fingers.
Clothing–nondescript slacks and a shirt–appeared on him as he got out of bed
and walked toward the bedroom door.
He paused, then turned back to face
Emma and Kelly. “Forget,” he said, making an odd little
half-wave.
Kelly blinked. What had she been
doing? She looked down at her naked body, and then turned to see Emma sprawling
on the bed, flushed, her hair disheveled. Kelly grinned. Right, that’s what.
She leaped onto the bed, and Emma giggled.
The last wizard on Earth let himself out of
their apartment. As he waited for the elevator, he whistled a tune forgotten
for centuries. He’d found her again, and just in time. Now the plans of a
millenium could be fulfilled.
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