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Voluptumancer
By the Purple Herald

	The flight attendant was looking down Catalina's shirt again.  
That was all right.  It was why she left the top three buttons undone 
in the first place.  Her dark Hispanic breasts were about to overflow 
out of her bra and the flight attendant had the most perfect view.  He 
kept making excuses to check on her, which resulted in very attentive 
service.  The power she gained from his libido was almost secondary to 
keeping her water topped off.

	Across from her, the man in the cheap suit was checking out her 
legs.  She crossed her legs again to give him some variety.  His eyes 
never left the sight of her long legs and the subtle shifting of her 
black skirt.  He couldn't see up her skirt from where he was, but 
Catalina did let the skirt ride up to give him a glimpse of her lovely 
thighs.

	Meanwhile, the woman next to Catalina was pretending to be 
asleep.  She was a pretty blonde who didn't seem to notice that 
Catalina's hand on her thigh.  The blonde was bi-curious, something 
Catalina could tell by looking at her as easily as you could see that 
someone has blue eyes.  As the woman pretended to be asleep, Catalina 
rubbed the woman's thigh with a gentle touch.  The woman was too unsure 
of herself to let Catalina get any further, but the simple touch would 
be enough to fuel her fantasies for months to come.  

	All around her, the sexual energy flowed into Catalina's body 
like a hot oil massage.  Her own body was becoming more and more 
aroused to the point that Catalina just wanted to take herself right 
here and now.  She held off though, for releasing the energy now would 
leave her drained and exhausted.  Instead, she kept absorbing the 
frustrations, the fantasies and the desires until her body was tingling 
with the power.

	Catalina was a voluptumancer, a gatherer of sexual energy and 
today she had clients to impress.

	The plane landed and the passengers disembarked.  Catalina picked 
her clients easily out of the crowd.  They were three nervous ones and 
one excited believer.  She approached them slowly, letting them get a 
good view of the person they had hired.  She let them see her long 
black hair, her exposed bust line and the swishing of her skirt.  It 
was important to look the part and Catalina could never be mistaken for 
anything but a highly sexual person.

	"Greetings Councilman Brown," Catalina said as she offered her 
hand.  She recognized the senior member from her mother's photographs.  
He was a distinguished man despite the sloping of his back.  He kissed 
her hand and somehow made it look natural.

	"Welcome to Charlotte," Mr. Brown said.  "Your mother recommended 
you highly."

	Catalina smiled.  "She was sorry she couldn't come herself but 
since retiring, she finds it hard to leave her new husband.  Mother did 
ask me to give you this."

	She passed him a letter that made his eyes sparkle to see it.  
Catalina almost laughed but politeness won out.  She was always amazed 
by how her mother could still enchant people thousands of miles away.
	
	A cough from one of the others interrupted Brown's memories.

	"Oh yes.  I should introduce you to the rest of the council," he 
said.  Indicating a stern woman with steel gray hair, he introduced 
Councilwoman Meisel.  Mrs. Meisel was polite but nervous about 
something.  Catalina looked into her soul and saw that she was having 
an affair with her aide, but it wasn't what was bothering her.  
Whatever was on her mind, Catalina made her forget it with a brief 
vision of her aide kneeling before the older woman.  Mrs. Meisel smiled 
at her private pleasure.  

	Next was Councilman Donner, a nice friendly man with a fetish for 
shoes.  He was nervous as well but also relieved to see her.  Catalina 
tapped her heel on the ground discretely and drew his attention to her 
new shoes.  She didn't do it to gain any more power; she just hated to 
see someone that anxious.

	Last was Councilman Moore and Catalina felt the distrust in his 
handshake.  He was an attractive older man, with a solid tan that came 
from years of farm work.  Mr. Moore had no secret fetishes for Catalina 
to discover and Catalina found it disappointing.  A man without a 
fetish is like a dinner without dessert.  

	"Let's take Ms. Mendoza to my van before any reporters ask why 
the city council is gathered like this," Mr. Moore said.

	The others agreed quickly and Catalina found their apprehensions 
amusing.  Mr. Brown took her luggage and Mr. Donner was eager to help 
her into the van.  Once they were all locked in and Mr. Moore was 
driving, they relaxed enough to talk.

	"You see those marks on the trees over there?" Mr. Brown asked.  
"That is how high the water rose during the flood.  For a week and a 
half we were completely cut off from the rest of the state, hemmed in 
on three sides by the river."

	"They called it the flood of the century," Mrs. Meisel said.  
"But they were wrong.  The last flood was fifty years ago."

	"Right before you hired my mother," Catalina said.

	They all nodded, except Mr. Moore who snorted.  Mr. Brown shot 
him a dirty look but Catalina placed her hand on his and smiled.  He 
instantly relaxed.  Her mother would have been proud.
	
	"My mother was curious why you didn't request her aid four years 
ago when the spell wore off."

	Mr. Brown scowled.  "Because of that bastard Charles.  He was 
Ned's predecessor and he was dead set against paying your mother for 
something he didn't believe in."

	"Oh he believed in it," Mrs. Meisel said.  "He believed she was a 
witch and an abomination to God.  When he found out that we had 
disguised past expenditures by calling it "Environmental Advisor", he 
gave us a speech about God and Nature right there.  He said it would 
damn all their souls if city funds were spent on a witch."

	Mr. Moore laughed in the front seat.  "No, he said he would damn 
our souls by making it public if we did hire her.  None of us were 
willing to explain to the voters that we wanted to hire a witch for a 
rain spell."

	"I'm a voluptumancer actually," Catalina said.  "Witches are 
something a bit different."

	"My apologies," Mr. Moore said and it was clear that he was 
amused.  Catalina didn't need magic to see that he didn't believe but 
she was curious as to why he had gone along with her exorbitant fee.  

	"Anyway," Mr. Brown continued.  "That was when Hurricane Floyd 
hit.  God damn if the river just kept rising and rising.  The airport, 
the bridges and most of district seven was under water.  Your mother 
had warned me that something like this might happen and damn if she 
wasn't right."

	"Something you kept telling Charles the entire time," Mrs. Meisel 
said in such a way that Catalina knew it was a fond memory.  "I'm just 
glad he left town when the waters dropped.  The chicken shit was 
terrified that it would flood again like one of God's judgments."

	"We all were," Mr. Donner admitted and the laughter died.  The 
flood drained every penny we had and after we pay Ms. Mendoza's fee, 
we'll barely have enough to put another police department in my 
district."

	"Now Carl, you know we need that money to go towards the new 
school we're building on Tenth Street," Mrs. Meisel said.  

	The discussion threatened to turn towards local politics except 
for the timely and unexpected intervention of Mr. Moore.

	"So what does Ms. Mendoza need for her spell?" he asked.  "Jerry 
mentioned that your mother used the entire city park." 

	"Just a part of it," Catalina said.  "I'll need four walls of 
cloth, like a tent with no top, to enclose an area twenty feet square.  
It'll have to be around a picnic table where I can do the ritual.  I 
will also need you to keep the public away but it shouldn't be a 
problem since it is going to rain that day."

	That prompted Mr. Moore to look at her in the rearview mirror but 
he kept quiet.

	"Ms. Mendoza, when can you start?" Mrs. Meisel asked.  "I'm not 
trying to rush you but hurricane season starts this Sunday."

	"And you would also rather not have me in town for too long in 
case people ask questions?" Catalina added.  "I can do it tomorrow 
afternoon if you like.  I need at least a night's rest before trying 
this for the first time."

	"First time?" Mr. Donner asked.  "You've never done this before?  
How will we know if you did it right?"

	Mr. Brown blushed while Mrs. Meisel and Mr. Donner just looked at 
him.  They suspected something and there were embarrassing questions 
about to be asked.  Catalina released a little of her power to draw 
their eyes back to her.  It wasn't professional to use her power like 
that but she had a soft spot for her mother's lovers.  

	"Trust me, if I don't get it right, I'll be dead and then you'll 
know."

	That satisfied them or at least kept them quiet.  They reached 
her hotel where Mr. Brown tried to apologize for their questions but 
she waved it off.  She even kissed him on the cheek, which straightened 
his back momentarily.

	"I'd like to watch," Mr. Moore said.

	Charged with as much sexual energy as she was, it took Catalina a 
moment to realize he meant the ritual.  

	"Now wait a minute, Alex," Mr. Brown said.  "I know you're 
skeptical but you agreed to this.  You can't back out now."

	"I'm not backing out," Mr. Moore said.  He looked at Catalina 
straight on so there wouldn't be any doubt to his sincerity.  "I've 
talked to the other former council members who are still alive and they 
all believed in the beautiful woman who kept the floods away.  Granted, 
this is just her daughter but if she says she has the same ability, 
than I want to see it.  We're paying an awful lot of money for this and 
I would like to be able to tell voters, if they ever found out, that I 
believed it was money well spent.  For that, I need to see it."

	"That would be perfect," Catalina said.  "I could use a Watcher 
for my first time."

	Mr. Donner laughed until an icy glare from Mrs. Meisel silenced 
him.  They were all thinking dirty thoughts.  Catalina had that effect 
on people.

	"Pick me up at eleven," Catalina said.  

~~~

	"The tent is perfect," Catalina said and it was.  The green 
material was faded and she knew they had found the original tent her 
mother used to use.  The cloth had been enchanted to not rip or tear 
during the ceremony and once planted, it would stay in place for years 
if left alone.  She was confident it would last one day.

	Mr. Moore nodded over the comment about the tent but he wasn't 
paying attention.  The poor man couldn't keep his eyes off of the 
voluptumancer.  The Hispanic beauty was wearing a white bikini top that 
barely held in her large breasts.  Around her waist she wore a matching 
white sarong that clung to her shapely hips and didn't cover half of 
her thighs.  Her hair was down and came halfway down her bare back.  
Considering that it was the middle of October, she caused quite the 
scene in the hotel lobby but the woman acted without shame.  Even now 
in the park, Mr. Moore couldn't believe how at ease she was.  It was as 
if everyone else had the problem.

	"Let's get into the tent before people begin to wonder," Catalina 
said and Mr. Moore was only too happy to agree.  She brought in her bag 
while Mr. Moore hastily zipped the tent behind them.  Catalina took out 
a bag of green powder and sprinkled it in a circle on the ground.  

	"You'll have to sit here," Catalina said.  "And no matter what 
you believe, don't break the circle until I say so, okay?"

	"All right," he said.  He still didn't believe in her but he was 
going to play along.  The skeptic sat down on the grass and crossed his 
legs inside the circle.  There was something genuine about Catalina 
that convinced him that she at least believed in this weirdness.  He 
watched as Catalina took out a bag of purple powder and sprinkled 
complex and somewhat pornographic images into the grass around the 
picnic table.  She then took out a stone phallus that was nearly a foot 
tall and set it on the table.

	"Holy Christ," Mr. Moore said.  

	Catalina laughed.  "No, Christ is a lot smaller," she said.

	"What the Hell is that for?"

	"It's to help Nature take on a male form," she said.  As she 
poured a purple liquid over the gray phallus, thunder rolled overhead.

	"Male?  I though Nature was a Mother."

	Catalina smiled.  "Nature is a hermaphrodite actually but you can 
coax one gender over another."

	Before he could ask another question, Catalina removed her bikini 
top.  There were no tan lines at all on her golden dark body.  The 
sight of her bronzed breasts silenced him but when she poured a little 
of the purple liquid over each breast, he couldn't help sighing.  The 
purple liquid bubbled on her skin and stuck to her breasts like lover's 
hands.    

Catalina stripped off her sarong.  She wore nothing underneath 
which didn't surprise Mr. Moore at all.  A dark patch of pubic hair 
covered her sex and he lost his breath when Catalina sprinkled a gold 
powder between her legs.  When she turned around to paint images onto 
the table, her wonderful round ass was right in front of him and he had 
to fight the urge to reach out and squeeze.

After the table was done, Catalina took a purple jar of paint and 
using a tiny brush, she painted her own body.  She drew a stick man 
with two heads on her belly.  On the inside of her thigh, she painted 
the number six.  Finally, on each cheek, she painted a tiny pentagram 
as easily as some women put on lipstick.

	Above them, the first drops of rain began to fall.  Catalina 
looked up and stuck out her tongue to catch a raindrop.  Mr. Moore 
trembled and found himself wanting to believe just to believe in her.

	"The spell is working faster than it should," Catalina said.  
"Nature remembers.  The pattern was broken and Nature took out its 
frustration with Hurricane Floyd."

	"The whole East coast was devastated because we didn't hire your 
mother?"

	"Of course not," Catalina said.  "Hurricanes happen regardless of 
little magics but Nature has a memory and Nature can play favorites.  
What my mother did was keep this town on Nature's good side.  If she 
had done her spell, Nature would have held back on the town that gave 
it so much pleasure."

	"Pleasure?" Mr. Moore said in barely a whisper.

	Catalina still heard him even though the thunder was getting 
louder.  "Oh yes, pleasure.  Pleasure is the first magic, the strongest 
bribe and the oldest form of diplomacy."

	She climbed onto the tabletop and lay down on her back.  Catalina 
parted her legs and Mr. Moore stood up inside his circle to watch her.  
It started to rain harder as Catalina chanted something too strange and 
exotic for Mr. Moore to understand.  It was only after a full minute of 
raining that Mr. Moore realized that he wasn't getting wet.

	On the other hand, Catalina was getting soaked.  The purple 
potion that she had poured on her breasts was quickly washed away by 
the rain, leaving her dark globes in tiny streaking rivers.  The rain 
flattened her pubic hair until the folds of her sex were revealed in 
all their secret glory.  She couldn't keep still as the rain increased 
in intensity and temperature.  Each drop of rain was like a tiny kiss 
and it sensitized her skin wherever she was struck.  Her fingers 
gripped the edge of the table while her heels dug against the hard 
wood.  Catalina opened her mouth and spoke the final words to the 
spell.

	The stone phallus crumbled under the water as if it was made of 
sand.  

Lightning flashed in the sky and the downpour began.  A solid 
wall of water fell onto her and somehow stayed on top of her.  Water 
surrounded her completely, washing over her round breasts and hard 
nipples like the waves of the ocean.  She felt hands made of water 
squeeze her breasts, thighs, buttocks and everywhere else until 
Catalina was twisting under the force of Nature's Desire.  The water 
was hot and tingling like being submerged in freshly ejaculated semen.     

Catalina shuddered as the water entered her sex with a solid 
thrust.  Her hips rose to meet her elemental lover and she felt the 
press of the rain push deep inside her.  In and out the watery phallus 
fucked her, pushing deeper than any mortal lover and yet softer as 
well.  A whirlpool centered on her clitoris and Catalina moaned under 
Nature's attention.  It was like a thousand tongues were on her clit, 
each one licking her hard nub until she was ready to be driven mad.

Something forced open her mouth and Catalina accepted Nature with 
her throat.  The water rushed in but stopped short of drowning her.  
Catalina relaxed her jaw as the water fucked her mouth, rolling in and 
out of her lips like the tide.  Catalina could feel the rain washing 
through her hair, pulling and twisting her long locks as the water 
fucked her body.  She ran her tongue through the water in her mouth and 
licked the liquid phallus between her lips.  

Underneath, Catalina's buttocks were slowly forced open.  
Silently she urged the invasion on until she felt the solid push of 
water enter her anus.  The Hispanic beauty groaned as her tight ass 
expanded to accept the watery cock.  The first thrust lifted her from 
the table and Catalina couldn't believe how large nature was inside 
her.  

The liquid cocks in her ass and sex fucked in rhythm together.  
Catalina was also choking on the phallus in her mouth but it was a good 
choking.  Her breasts were being pummeled by the rolling waves that had 
her nipples rock hard.  She was in the center of a fuck-storm that 
drove her body wild.  Catalina had her first climax and she screamed 
through the water her pleasure.  She came again and again until she 
could taste her own cream mixing with the water that surrounded her.

After a lifetime of sensation, Nature finally climaxed as well.  
The water within her sex and ass finally exploded, flooding her with 
the heat of orgasm.  The phalluses melted inside her, pouring out of 
her body in imitation of the weakness of flesh.  The cock inside her 
mouth exploded as well, gushing down her throat and pouring out of her 
mouth in a relentless flood.  

The water that had encased her suddenly fell off of her body and 
soaked the table and grass around her.  Catalina gasped for air and sat 
up choking.  The rain slowed to a small drizzle and Catalina knew that 
Nature was satisfied for another few years.  As for herself, her body 
was aching with the craving of being submerged again.  After being so 
completely penetrated and embraced, Catalina's body was going through a 
supernatural withdrawal.           

She looked at Mr. Moore.  He was standing in the circle, eyes 
wide and mouth open.  There was not a drop of water on him but the 
ground around his enchanted circle was muddy and wet from Nature's 
orgy.  What he had seen had wiped all doubt from his mind.  Perhaps he 
didn't fully understand what he had seen but he knew that Catalina was 
exactly who she said she was.  She didn't need her powers to notice the 
bulge in his pants or the wish that was in his eyes.

"Come here," Catalina asked.

Mr. Moore broke the circle and came to the table.  He didn't say 
anything as she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.  It was 
only half erect until Catalina expended some power into him.  His cock 
hardened in her grip till it was a nice thick seven inches.  

Laying on stomach on the table top, Catalina took him into her 
mouth.  The taste of his salty flesh helped wipe away the memory of 
flowing water.  She sucked him hard, wiping her tongue all over his 
shaft while he hit the back of her throat.  Her nose was buried in his 
pubic hair as she breathed in his human scents.

Mr. Moore gripped her shoulder in one hand and a hanging breast 
in the other.  Catalina moaned around his cock as his fingers squeezed 
her tit.  His hand gripped her wet hair as he pumped against her mouth 
and his balls slapped against her chin but she didn't mind.  It was 
exactly what she needed: a human lover with human needs.

He climaxed in her mouth and the sticky semen obliterated the 
last traces of water in her mouth.  Catalina swallowed it all.  She 
sucked down hard as her tongue pulled every strand of seed from his 
body.  Mr. Moore groaned and his knees shook but the dusky beauty kept 
swallowing until she had everything he could offer.

"That was unbelievable," he said when she finally let him go.

"You're not done yet," Catalina said in a husky whisper.  She 
spun around on her back and parted her legs.  The long calves wrapped 
around his waist and pulled him to her.  She stroked his cock and aimed 
him for her sex.

He laughed.  "There's no way.  I'm not nearly as young as I used 
to be."

"You are now," Catalina said and she took the last of her hoarded 
power and gave it to his cock.  Mr. Moore whimpered as the sensitivity 
and endurance of youth returned to him.  His cock ached with the need 
to fuck, thrust and cum.

"Yes," Mr. Moore growled as his hands grabbed her waist.  He 
slammed into her sex hard enough to make her large breasts jiggle with 
the impact.  He laughed lustily as he fucked the exotic enchantress.  
His cock felt huge and his strength was limitless.  Mr. Moore fucked 
her with a pounding force that mirrored the thumping of his heart.

Catalina squeezed her breasts as he fucked her.  She twisted her 
nipples between sharp fingernails and she strove to remove the memory 
of water.  She clenched around his cock, enjoying the feeling of 
something solid between her thighs as she crossed her ankles.  The lure 
of Nature became a distant dream as she surrendered to the beauty of a 
throbbing cock and the stickiness of sweat.

He ejaculated again and when his seed shoot inside her, Catalina 
felt the last traces of water being pushed aside.  She climaxed with 
him, her pussy tingling around his hard and solid shaft.  Her sex 
milked his cock, craving his body as an anchor to reality.

"Thank you," they both said together.  They laughed and Mr. Moore 
slowly pulled away.  A string of seed fell on her thigh and Catalina 
scooped it up with her fingers and put it back in her.  Every little 
bit helps.  The sky above her was devoid of any clouds and the sun 
shone down brightly on her wet body.  For the first time since taking 
over her mother's business, Catalina really understood the powers she 
commanded and how much they were needed in this repressed world.

"I see why Nature appreciates this town now," Mr. Moore said.  
"For that matter, I can see why we appreciated your mother and now you.  
We can rebuild now from the flood without the fear of the river turning 
on us again.  You've given us our future back."

His flattery warmed her better than any lover's cuddle.  "Come 
on, let's get dressed and clean our mess here so I can get back to the 
hotel."

He looked at beautiful sultry body and sighed.  "What's the 
hurry?" he teased, reluctant to return to the world outside the tent.

"I want to get you back to my hotel room so I can show you how a 
voluptumancer really thanks her friends."

The end.   
	           
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