Andy had never sensed such vulnerability in the coven leader. Although her perfect femme fatale act excited him, he could still feel her nervousness. "You really don’t have to do that for me. I belong to you this weekend," he softly said.
"I want to. For you," Gina gently replied. She took a sip from her glass. "Oh, Andrew, if you could only feel what it does to your thoughts," she enthused. "We both know what you’re thinking, but… I can get a sense of… oh, I’m so frustrated… it’s difficult to explain…" She was getting flustered. The cool, reserved, unflappable coven leader with seven hundred plus years of experience was acting like a lovesick teenager! Andy leaned over and lightly pressed his lips to hers, slowly increasing the pressure and passion of their embrace. He pushed his tongue against her lips until they parted, then accepted her tentative probing, matching it by describing deliberate, delicate circles in her mouth. He pulled away; Gina’s eyes were closed and she was flushed.
"Would you like to forget the champagne and cigarettes?" Andy whispered. Her eyes slowly opened. She shook her head leisurely.
"No. I want to excite myself," Gina breathlessly explained, then stood up and posed for him, her eyes aglow with come-hither. A wisp of smoke curled from her nose, and she sighed a fine plume from her lips. "And I can best do that by making you excited," she purred.
"How would you like me, Gina?"
"As natural as possible, Andrew. I don’t want to command you. I don’t want a spellbound thrall. That lost its appeal for me long ago. I don’t want… to be Mistress Gina, head of the coven. I want to be Gina Mansfield, the woman." He stood up and walked over to her. She watched him carefully, eyes narrowed. He hugged her from behind, and she felt his partial erection. Gina took a quick drag as he nuzzled her neck, sighing happily as her body relaxed into his. The choker came off, and Andy’s lips caressed her throat. She moaned and dropped the holder and cigarette uncaringly into the ash stand, spinning to face him. They kissed frantically. He began to walk her backwards to the bedroom, then picked her up as she wrapped herself around him gasping like a sex-starved adolescent.
Everything including the diamond necklace was heaped by the canopied bed. Gina arched her back to meet Andy’s downward thrust, uttering a small cry of joy. She only felt him inside her soft, clinging tunnel; her awareness was restricted to the warm, hard, fleshy object moving inside that triggered tiny electric shocks. Gina no longer cared that this was what she had wanted; the song of her body was everything now. She wrapped her legs around his back and he went deeper, touching her in a secret place. Her eyes popped open and she gasped involuntarily. He was grinding against her now, squeezing her clit between their bodies. It was too much. Her universe dissolved into a thousand multi-colored sparkles, her body became gossamer wind chimes deafening her, and she lost herself.
Andy rolled his hips, grinding at Gina. He heard her gasp, then her body locked, vibrating inside and out. Strangled cries bubbled in her throat, her eyes were wide open and blank. "HNNNNHHHHHHH!!!!" The noise coincided with her body losing all tension. He stopped moving, just savoring the hugging and pulling of her insides, the soft, slick feel of her skin against his, and the unmistakable scent of her arousal.
"Ohhh… Andrew," Gina weakly gasped. He looked down at her with a caring smile. Suddenly, she sensed it. His aura, like a cool blue flame, was burning along her skin without hurting. "Ohhh," she moaned in a high-pitched voice. Her body jerked again, seized by wonderful, unexpected climax. This time, the shattered shards of her mind were blue. Andrew’s face reflected his surprise at Gina’s second orgasm; he hadn’t been moving at all. "Aurr-aaaa," Gina whimpered.
He had been so enamored of her right after her first orgasm. Gina had looked at him with wonder and joy, all flushed, her eyes sleepy, but alert: she was gorgeous. His aura must have responded to the sudden, powerful desire and love he had felt. "Is that what you wanted?" he tenderly asked. She gave a sensuous purr. "That’s what you’ve wanted from me all along, isn’t it?" Gina kissed him and massaged his cock with the muscles of her vagina. "Then you can have it," Andy whispered, but she put a finger across his lips.
She shook her head slowly. "I’m not hungry, Andrew. Make love to me," she murmured, then kissed him again. Gina arched her back for emphasis, and Andy’s cock grew within her. "Spend thyself, my love." He was moving again, with increasing speed, a fluid grace to his motions. She willed herself to grasp harder at his length and his thrusts quickly became erratic. "Let yourself go, darling," she breathed in his ear, closing off her metaphysical perception. They belonged to each other this weekend; there would be plenty of time for that.
Andy snorted, and Gina’s quiet exhortation overcame his efforts at control. The convulsion started at his neck, whipping through his body, snapping his hips, driving himself as far into her as their bodies would allow. It burned, hot and intense, yet indescribably blissful. Another fierce stab at her forced air out of her with a loud huff. He was beyond caring, all that mattered was the fire and the ancient urge. He finally collapsed on top of her, panting heavily.
"How was I?" Gina’s question broke the silence. "Mmmmm," she hummed after they had finished kissing. "I take it you approve, then?" She dragged a finger around his chest and stomach. "Oh, I can keep you awake with the power," she said, reading his thoughts, "but we have two more days." She kissed Andy and wrapped herself around him. "Goodnight, darling."
Gina fit a cigarette into her holder and lit it. She lay her bare legs in Andy’s lap. He watched her, captivated by her alluring pose. "I only smoke the black ones at formal occasions," she replied, answering the question in his mind. This was anything but formal; Andy was bare-chested, only wearing underwear at their private breakfast in Gina’s suite. He seemed to be comfortable with her answering before he asked; it was one of the rare occasions in her many lifetimes that she didn’t feel strange doing it. The coven leader hadn’t dressed much either: she was wearing a tee-shirt that barely covered her muff. She had taken the trouble to pull her hair back in the thick ponytail she had worn last night because he found it attractive. She read another question from his mind. "No," she grinned, "I don’t use the holder except on formal occasions, either." Smiling as she sipped her tea, she continued, "But you are here, and you like it." Gina took another leisurely pull, gracefully lifting her head to exhale. The metaphysical plane brightened.
"So…" Andy hesitated, "who else knows about my… fetish?" He caressed the fine, smooth calf attached to the leg in his lap and hoped that the coven leader wouldn’t take offense at the question.
"No, darling, I’m not offended," Gina answered, then muttered, "After what I’ve done before, I’m surprised it took you this long to ask." Andrew shrugged. She heard his directed thought—it was over and done with, so it was useless to hold it against her. She began to answer his original question. "Nobody else in the coven knows—" Gina stopped and thought for a moment. "Except possibly Monica," she mumbled.
"Monica?" Andy couldn’t conceal his surprise. He tried to recall last night in detail. He was fairly sure that he hadn’t been obvious in watching her.
"Well, it’s difficult for a man with a smoking fetish to hide it from a woman who has one," Gina explained. She patted Andy’s hand. "So I think you’ll probably be seeing more of her. I could be wrong, but I believe it excites Monica to have a male so responsive to her smoking." His brewing thoughts indicated that they weren’t finished talking yet.
"What about Danielle? I’m surprised that you haven’t told her," Andy interjected.
"That is between you and your girlfriend. If you want her to turn you on like that, then you should let her know. I’m not responsible for giving out seduction information for you." Gina smiled. "Besides, I can just imagine what say, Susan, would do with that knowledge." He peeped. "Yes, I rather thought you might have that reaction," she wryly commented. "She’d start smoking again and you would be helpless before the smoking ‘bitch goddess’ of your nightmares." Gina considered the image that came to Andrew’s mind; yes, she could see where Susan would be quite sexy as the bitch goddess with the long cigarette holder… The coven leader poured some more tea as her thoughts came back into order. "She is intensely attracted to you," Gina continued aloud, although he already knew that. "While other coven members may be curious, especially after last night—" She blew him a kiss. "Don’t think that being ‘my chosen’ is an insignificant thing. If I’m interested enough to take you away from Danielle for the weekend, all the other women will want to know why," she warned.
"Susan is a special case. She is so self-confident and assured that she wants you because of what she sees, not to find out what I see." Andrew briefly encapsulated his experience with the dominatrix. "She won’t be that overt again. I’ve seen to that. However, nor will she give up. I actually worry about Danielle more than you." Gina lit another holdered cigarette and exhaled, "She’s still quite fragile. Perhaps it was a mistake to have brought her in the coven, but she was miserable with her life, and I saw the chance to do some good." She shrugged. A smile spread across her features as she realized that he had stopped listening and was simply watching her smoke. "I agree. Shall we?"
She straddled him from above, rocking slowly. A warm, slow pleasure spread through her limbs. "Andrew, will you trust me completely? I want to do something special for you." He moaned yes, but was wondering what could be more special than what was currently going on. She stopped moving, leaned forward and kissed him, deep and lovingly. And long. Both of them had to wait to catch their breath. "You’ll see… Just relax… It’ll feel a little strange for a while…" Gina gasped as his cock gave her a delicious twitch. She steadied herself and reached into Andrew’s brain, where she anchored herself. Focusing her thoughts and her command of the power, she began to burrow into his very existence.
Andy began to feel his limbs tingle: the pins and needles of extremities falling asleep. He looked up at Gina, who was rocking slowly on top of him. Her eyes were closed, her face the picture of supreme concentration. He forced himself not to panic even though his feet were completely asleep and the feeling was spreading. "Juu-u-u-ust… re-e-e-la-a-a-a-ax," she quietly crooned. Her hips were barely moving now, her face still a mask of studiousness. Andy couldn’t feel his hands now, and there was a very irritating tickling sensation inside his head. "I know, Andrew… Clo-o-ose your eyes… Almo-o-ost there…" It all boiled down to how much he trusted the coven leader. He closed his eyes. Now the only thing he could feel was the slight movement of her hips.
"Open them, darling." Gina’s voice sounded strange, but Andy couldn’t figure out why. He opened his eyes and instantly got extremely dizzy. He was looking down, no, up, and there was something warm inside him making him feel good and he moved and his cock sizzled… "We’re linked, you and I," she said. He saw her mouth move, yet felt his lips form the words. "All that I feel, you shall. And all that you do…" Andy’s hearts stopped racing as he adjusted to the increased number of sensations.
"Gina," he breathed in their combined voices, "fuck me." He rolled over on top of himself and his hips drove his cock deeply inside his cunt. Andy gasped as the marvelous dual feeling almost made him faint. This wouldn’t last long; the violent wave that each movement ignited overwhelmed his senses for increasing periods. He felt his stomach (well, something down there) tighten. "Ohhh… Geeee-naaaaaa…" The knot inside broke, igniting a small swell that quickly turned into a tidal wave. Andy passed out, completely overwhelmed by the orgasm in Gina’s body that obliterated him.
Andy blinked slowly as his thoughts began to coalesce anew. Gina was sitting cross-legged in a chair watching him. "Is it always like that?" he weakly asked, sitting up shakily on the bed. He felt warm all over, and… lazy.
"Only if I’m with someone very special,’ she throatily replied. "A little too much for you, darling?" Gina smirked, then pouted as Andrew projected a retort to her. "Well," she said, standing up, "I can honestly say that I’ve understood your gender’s fascination with ejaculation for a long time." She presented herself in fetching profile.
"Sorry, dear. Won’t work. I’m worn out," Andy said lightly.
Gina fixed him with a smoldering look. "You don’t think that I’m finished with you yet," she seductively growled. Reaching into his brain again, she specifically targeted his arousal control. The coven leader began to stimulate it and smiled at his amazement. He looked down in shock at his rising erection. "We only have until Monday…"
You really like the seafood pasta here, don’t you?" Gina teased, relaxing in her chair. She had put on a gauzy, white cotton dress; the one with the very daring slit. Andrew had been eating heartily, ignoring her efforts at provoking him with exposed thigh. The cigarette holder hadn’t even done it. She absently swirled the wine in her glass. The two of them had not left her suite since they had arrived after the party; she had had servants bring their breakfast and dinner. Andrew’s metaphysical aspect was a little dimmer than usual, but Gina wasn’t sorry in the least. It had been a glorious afternoon, filled with orgasm after orgasm, like rolling summer thunderstorms. Unfortunately, he was now tired and a little sore; she had taxed his physical limitations. He was also ravenous. "Only around you, darling Andrew," she replied to his mental accusation. "I also know when you’ve had enough. I would be quite content to cuddle in front of the television for a few hours."
After dinner, he began to play with the thigh revealed by the slit in Gina’s dress while they were sort of watching the tube. "I thought you were tired, dear," she commented with amusement.
"Such a fine leg belonging to such a fine woman should not go ignored," he quipped.
"In that case, I’m going to go get a cigarette." She bounced away from him, returning from her room with a lit black cigarette in a different holder, then posed for him. "Which do you think looks better?" She giggled at the reply he projected. "The white cigarettes go better with this outfit, but I’ve misplaced my ivory holder." He sent her a teasing thought about her fashion consciousness. Gina took a deep, luxurious drag, and Andrew’s thoughts became the equivalent of a television test pattern. She returned to the sofa. "You’re still too tired to play," the coven leader correctly noted as she checked his metaphysical aspect. It was still quite dim, and even she couldn’t change that. He slid onto the floor easily. "Andrew," she said, reading his mind, "you don’t have to." He sent her a silent reply almost instantly. He knew. He just wanted to.
Gina’s heart fluttered from the picture in Andrew’s mind. She carefully unfastened her dress. Once she had slipped it over her shoulders, he did the rest. Draping her legs over his shoulders, she sighed happily and sank languidly into the sofa. God did she want everything he was willing to do! She gasped when Andrew’s tongue just rolled over her pussy. She felt the lower body tremors begin as he made circles after circles upon circles around her swollen, lubricated sex. Then he was between her lower lips, digging rhythmically at her with his tongue, sucking her dribbling passion, head bobbing slowly. The coven leader’s lungs shrank, unable to hold enough air because of the tiny shocks triggered by Andrew’s oral lovemaking. Her hips were moving, thrusting reactively, seeking more of his face. The gulps of air became even shallower and more frequent as the agitation he created sent stronger messages to her primal brain.
Andrew gently drew her clit into his mouth; the light pressure set off another shock. This one ripped through her body and consciousness in an instant, leaving Gina unable to move, speak or think. A cut-off high-pitched gasp and tiny reflex vibrations were the heralds of a particularly intense orgasm. He pushed two fingers against the knot at the top of her cunt, and rotated his tongue around her hypersensitive clit and the hiding place from which it had emerged. She grunted, and woman cum shot from inside her as her hips jerked powerfully. Gina Mansfield’s world turned an iridescent blue. Driven into the deepest rapture, in pure bliss, she died the little death. Andrew’s aura passed through her, and like Danielle, Gina could not withstand the effect of every nerve cell in her body firing simultaneously.
When she came to, still on the sofa, Andrew was gently cleaning the insides of her thigh with his tongue. She was utterly drained, unable to do anything but allow him to adore her. His aura smothered her active thought, replacing her afterglow with a different kind of warm, sensual calm. Gina closed her heavy, heavy eyes and went to sleep.
Gina abruptly opened her eyes to find herself in bed with Andrew. He must have carried her. It was still dark and the clock read 3:12. The decadent, glorious lassitude still pervaded her whole being. His aura was tightly coiled around her. The man responsible was fast asleep, obviously dreaming of her. She resisted the temptation to spy, choosing to softly brush his face with her lips. He woke up briefly, his thoughts still a tangle of dream images and reality. Gina kissed his chest, then climbed on top of him. "Sleep… slee-ee-eep… sleeeeep," she softly crooned. The coven leader just let her voice push him back towards unconsciousness. Andrew was awake enough to wrap his arms around her. Then he followed her gentle request, dropping back into a peaceful slumber. The coven leader purred happily, dreaming of what a normal mortal life would be like at his side. She went to sleep a little later, still dreaming.
They had separated sometime during the night, but Gina woke Andrew up by climbing back on top of him. "H’lo, gorgeous," he sleepily mumbled. His aura was still wrapped around her and it was back to its normal intensity. She kissed him deeply, and it grew a little stronger. The vibrant, blue energy made her tremble. "Cold?" Hugging him tighter, she shook her head and looked at him with loving devotion. "Say ‘Ah’ for me," he instructed. Gina eagerly devoured the small bit of life essence he gave her; she could live for several lifetimes on him alone. "You were wonderful," he said, eyes aglow.
"I didn’t do anything."
"You came. Like a beautiful, specially lit fountain," he retorted. Gina caught Andrew’s image of her in climax and very nearly had another one from the sense of his arousal during last night’s sex. He may have been too tired to fuck, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t stir his blood. Her ejaculation had pleased him immensely. The coven leader was definitely turned on by his memories. "Now I know what you’re thinking," he jibed, then warmly kissed her. "But not ‘til after breakfast."
Gina laughed. "After seven hundred plus years, somebody has answered one of my questions before I’ve asked it." It was Sunday morning and their time was drawing to a close. "But must we wait for breakfast?"
Gina nuzzled Andrew’s neck, then lazily got out of bed. Now they were waiting for brunch. "As much as I might like to, orgasm is so much easier to achieve when I’m not trying to control a second party. That is the reason why I have men masturbate for me when I am enslaving them." She lit a cigarette before putting it in a holder. "Arousal, on the other hand, is much easier," she smiled, then sighed lugubriously as it hit her that Andrew and his aura would revert to being Danielle’s soon.
Andy watched the coven leader with fascination while she smoked, as he had done for most of the past two days. It was a nice change to be able to openly indulge his fetish. Unfortunately, it would be back in the closet for him soon. "You don’t have to," Gina said. "You can tell her, you know."
He shook his head. "She’ll just think that I’m—weird," he answered. "Dani isn’t as—understanding as you." Gina opened her mouth to interrupt, but Andy quickly continued, "I know. She hasn’t been around as long as you have. But she’s all I’ve got, and you are going to be around for a long time." He ran a finger around Gina’s tummy, just above her bush as she came over to the bed. "I guess I still don’t feel as comfortable with her—"
"Andrew," Gina interrupted, "Danielle is growing right before our eyes. You indulge her hypnotic fantasy—" He had a snide thought. "Yes, you do have a choice," she argued. "She wouldn’t do it if it truly bothered you because it would be too difficult to hold your aura for that long." She took a last draw from her cigarette, then ejected it into the ashtray before resuming, "I believe that you are capable of much more than you think. Unfortunately, I’m afraid that I’m far too intimate with you to be able to give any sort of guidance." His aura sizzled around her, causing Gina to lose track of her thoughts for a while. When she snapped out of it, she picked up the phone. "Hello, James, please see to it that the kitchen sends a cold brunch to the suite." The coven leader turned her attention to Andrew, picking her way through his brain and turning various things on and off. She fondled his cock. "I want you inside me. Again," she breathed.
"Guidance I don’t need," Andy responded. "I want you, but I want Dani almost as much as—she needs me." Her insistent playing with his cock was beginning to pay off. "One thing about you, Gina, is that my refractory period seems to last only as long as you want it to." He paused, then grinned. "Whatever you do, please don’t teach Danielle how to do that."
She kissed him and sensuously purred, "Then there’s a price that you must pay." Andy rolled her over on her back and positioned himself. "Yes, I know… Such a deal," Gina echoed aloud. His head was buried at her chest now, and the tip of his cock was touching her wet opening. The coven leader arched her back, slipping the head inside. He gasped in surprise and pleasure. "Make love to me, Andrew. Danielle will be back soon."