This story continues on from last week when Gavin and Marie first met and then the Succubi Queen appeared to toss a monkey wrench into their lives…
Or something like that…. Mebby a pitchfork and some ribbons to tie things together is more accurate…
Temptations XVIII – Gavin and Marie – Part II
By TeraS and Gasman
After an agonizingly long few secnds of hesitation, Gavin leaned in and hugged Marie. Gently, almost like she was made of glass, but he put his arms around her just the same, hoping that she wouldn’t suddenly rip his throat out or start seducing him.
“It’s OK, we can figure out something, we can fix this…” he whispered, wishing he knew if he spoke the truth.
The glow drew his attention and even Marie stopped crying as they broke the embrace and stepped away from the mist as it coalesced into two emerald green eyes, large, mysterious and with such power that one felt their gaze even if one’s own eyes were shut. There was certainly a hint of some emotion in them. one which told him that this was definitely Tera, the power in it said that much. But whether this was a sentence, a test or a real game to her was unclear without even a smile to go on.
The laugh was deep and melodious. If he’d had a woman to attach it to, Gavin might even have said it was sexy, but now, with the echoes? It was unnerving.
As she spoke, Gavin bit his tongue, remembering Marie’s advice. Best to concentrate on her words, figure out the rules, the reasoning and work from there. Still guesswork, but educated guesses were better than blind ones. Still, those eyes boring through him made him shiver. And even less comforting was the fact that he wasn’t sure it was only a shiver of fear.
“Cryptic… Lovely,” he said, with as much humour as he could find, “What does she mean? Is it like, I get one chance to save you, but you’re stuck as whatever she decides I want if I get it wrong? Or is it a tug o’ war thing? We all have a say, and we push and pull until something snaps…”
He stopped, frozen, as he realized that ‘something’ would probably be Marie herself…
“Um, I’m sorry… Look, it’d probably help if I knew more about you, yeah? Where you’re from, what you do there, heck I don’t even know how old you are or if you have someone worrying about you…” he offered, about equal parts trying to keep her mind from dwelling on the situation and really interested in what she would answer…
Marie sighed a bit as Gavin asked his question and said, “Might as well…. After she changes me I won’t remember me anymore…” She stood up and then offered her hand, “My name is Marie Theresa Macmillan. I’m 24. Originally I’m from Copenhagen. I was once a simple student there until I discovered a book in my university’s library. I opened it and there was a bright flash and then I suddenly found that I could read minds. I could look at someone and just….. know…. their thoughts….”
She shivered slightly and said, “The head librarian came up to me and took the book saying, “A gift given… Not as a gift taken….”
She sighed, “I didn’t understand it at the time, but that was Tera. She set the rules at that point on me but I was too freaked out to understand them. After a while i got really good at the power. I used the power to get things and make people do what I wanted.”
She wiped her eyes, “That was a mistake. I did not use the gift as I should have. I had a gift. I should have used it as a gift. Instead I didn’t and in the end I hurt someone close to me… He isn’t…. Anymore….”
She looked at the floor and said, “Maybe it’s better that I just let this happen so I forget it all…”
He listened, nodding as seemed reasonable and made sure not to miss a word once Tera’s involvement was brought up. She’d started the game, as she had here, the book thing seemed to be something she at least enjoyed using, and she was cryptic, willing to throw you into a tailspin, but it looked like she would give you a chance, albeit slim.
Gavin placed one gentle hand on Maire’s shoulder. Then swiftly, but not suddenly removed it, not wanting to set anything off by their contact.
“It’s OK, it’s alright. We’ll get through this, right…” he whispered soothingly, his thoughts torn between lifting her spirits and considering her words, “But, how could you be held so responsible, anyone would use that kind of information to… Wait… ‘make’ people do what you wanted? ‘Make’ how?
Before she could answer, he heard her murmur something as she bowed her head. His jaw dropped.
“Marie, no! You don’t want that, not really. Not unless you were acting when she put that collar on you… Don’t give up.”
Marie looked at him, “Why not? She looks after her toys and playthings better than I ever did! Once you are hers it’s almost rapture…….”
Her eyes fluttered a bit and she let out a little moan, “mmmmm… yessss… rapture…. Just forever the pleasure…. The need to serve her…. The desire to obey her…. mmmmmm…..”
As Gavin watched, her short blonde hair began to glow and then to his surprise a long mane of golden blonde hair cascaded in a wild wave of sensual curls down her back until the ends of it tickled at her robes just above her bum. She quivered and then let out a gasp as she fell to her knees. She shook her head and then pulled some of the bright flowing locks in front of her eyes. She sighed and said, “I always wanted long hair…. I guess I’m going to have that wish granted…”
She gathered herself and continued, “I could read other people’s minds and then do things to change their minds. Or I could see a necklace I wanted in a shop, read the mind of the storeowner for the alarm codes and then come back and take what I wanted to….”
Marie sighed, “Goddess I was so stupid…”
This time, he left his hand where it was as she began to tremble and sigh her approval of what was happening. A grim smile appeared as he noted that there were probably worse fates he could think of, but that still didn’t make this desirable. He could feel the silken softness of the golden river as it spilled down over her shoulders, contrasting with her robe in such a way that it seemed almost deliberate.
“Really?” he asked, a lightbulb flashing in his mind, “Is…? Maybe that’s the game? She gives you what you want, but as she sees it…”
He turned to face her and put his other hand on her other shoulder, firmly. He looked into those still unnaturally green eyes, eyes that combined with the hair to create something quite striking, actually.
“OK, you were. But she’s not blameless in that. You wouldn’t have stolen if you hadn’t been given the temptation, right? And the manipulation thing might not be the nicest thing, but we all do it sometimes, mind-reading or not…” he paused, taking a deep breath, “Any ideas on how my side of this is gonna work? I don’t want to fix your hair, use up my one shot and have end up as some Succutoy anyway… Besides, I kinda wanna go home eventually…”
Marie was about to answer when her collar glowed for a moment. Then in a strange sultry voice she said, “One.” The glow disappeared and then she said in her normal voice, “I guess that you are my Prince Charming cummingto save me…”
She looked at him and asked, “Tera is all about fantasies and making them real… What is your fantasy Gavin? Maybe that will be a clue?”
She sighed and said, “I’m not sure about mine…”
The glowing and the not-Marie count of one gave him another clue to the rules. He even shook his head at the idea that Tera seemed to want him to be distracted by what was happening to Marie, not thinking about how to stop it within her guidelines.
“OK, so it looks like she’s going in steps, at least… Maybe that means I can too?” he thought aloud, “Heh, I’m nobody’s Prince… What? Marie, don’t slip like that, OK? That’s what she wants.”
His eyes widened as she gazed into them, “My fantasy? You mean like… Um, I’m not sure… I mean, I have some, but which one would she pick?”
It was a valid question he felt. He had the usual dreams of luxury, easy-living, wealth, fame all the silly imaginings everyone allows themself from time to time. But he got the feeling this was going to be focused on more visceral, more carnal realms. He ran through the catalogue of those in his head, cheerleaders and princesses and southern belles and cops all danced through his head alongside a parade of other male cliches, and he searched each one for a pattern. He didn’t find one.
Unless he counted the girl starting things, but that was more of a coincidence. Not every one had that, and besides, he just liked that idea because he still got a bit dry-mouthed when he had to start the conversation with a woman he liked. No big deal, right?
Marie looked at him strangely for a second, “Slip like what? Come on Gavin… All she’s done is change my hair right? It’s not like she’s changed my eyes or reshaped my tits or something….”
She tilted her head and said, “I haven’t a clue… Few people have figured her out. One person thought they did and the moment after they tried their theory, Tera just touched a finger to their forehead and she was a bimbo.” Marie thought for a minute, “I think she still is actually….”
As Gavin watched, Marie began to rub her thighs slowly together, little gasps coming from her lips as she did. She placed her hands behind her and stretched out a bit. The red robe she wore fell against her body loosely in most places. Most, but not all. As Gavin watched the material around her breasts seemed to slowly tighten around them. She seemed to be distracted by something for a split second, and then she leaned on her right hand as her left raised off the floor and towards her neck…
Marie traced a finger almost lazily along the edge of the collar and said, “She’s been around so long that she knows all of the ways into a mind…”
Gavin’s eyes darted to the floor for a second.
“Actually… your eyes have been a weird shade of green since she put that collar on you… I know they were green, but this is different.”
He would’ve made mention of her choice of words as well, but all he had to go on was a tone of voice she likely didn’t remember and a slang term for her breasts that might’ve been in her vocabulary anyway.
“Wonderful,” he said, shaking his head to show it was anything but, “She wants me so scared I’ll get things wrong that I do nothing, and lose anyway…”
He could only watch, almost staring, his jaw hovering just shy of dropped, as her bust seemed to grow and firm as he watched. At first, it seemed just an effect of her movements, and her seeming arousal made it difficult to concentrate on such distinctions, but it soon became clear that there was definitely a change happening.
It was astonishing how much of a difference these alterations were making, in all truth. Marie had been rather ordinary looking to begin with, but even though only her hair, eyes and breasts had been changed, she was already quite beautiful. And the bouts of squirming and moaning were far from a hinderence to that, making that new look nigh-impossible to ignore.
“Um… Marie? I think she heard you a minute ago, ’cause your-” he paused, realizing that her body language was hardly that of the worried, frightened girl he’d met a little while before, “Marie? Are you… Do you know if she’s done anything apart from the hair? Anything I haven’t told you about?”
Her last statement went unanswered for now, the implications of it almost too overwhelming to consider. But he decided to take a plunge and see what the result would be. Focusing, he looked at Marie, closed his eyes, and concentrated. Trying to push out the knowledge of what other things had been happening to her.
At the mention of her eyes being changed, Marie seemed to snap back into herself. She released a sad little sigh, “The eyes are the windows to the soul… She’s closing the blinds on me…” She looked at Gavin and said, “I’m not going to be me soon… She’s taking me piece by piece and soon there will be only what she wishes there to be…”
She looked down at her enhanced bust and sighed, “I wonder what creature I will be at the end of this… Hopefully I will never truly know…”
When she heard the question he asked she answered, “Anything else? I have no idea… Except for what you have told me about… I’m… Here… For now… I don’t know how long I will be…”
Marie stood up and then walked over to Gavin. With a sad look she hugged him gently, “If you see me again after this… Remember who I was for me…”
“Damnit! So the eyes were a big deal? I didn’t… I didn’t know,” he said, his head dipping sadly, before he looked back up, “I mean, I knew the saying, but I didn’t think it…”
He locked his eyes on hers defiantly as she lamented her fate, his gaze threatening to almost burn that defeat out of her.
“You’ll be you, if I have any say, and the rules were pretty clear that I did..” he decided to offer her the information she’d been denied, hoping it would bolster her resolve rather than make her despair, “Just, try to fight what ‘s already done, OK? You’ve been acting kind of… well… sexy, right after she does anything. Sort of flirty and turned-on… ”
He looked around, hoping to find some other clue as to how he was supposed to ‘play’. Obviously, it wasn’t as simple as concentrating or thinking. And simply saying ‘I want Marie back to normal and for us both to go home’ would be too easy. Wouldn’t it?
“Uh… I want Marie back to normal and for us both to go home?” he whispered, wondering if it would even get a response.
He hugged her back as he said this, more firmly than he would’ve expected to embrace this woman he’d just met, and closed his eyes for a moment. And his lips silently accepted the mission.
Marie pulled back a little bit and said, “You’ll find that a lot of sayings in the world you know actually mean something here Gavin. What you ask for in her realm you can get… At a price…”
She tried to smile as she said, “It’s so hard to fight the pleasures that her powers are pressing onto me Gavin…. I have an ache within me… I want you…. Badly… I know that sounds so strange, but there is a part of me that is growing stronger and stronger that wants me to tear my clothes off and ride you like a wildcat. Feeling your cock ramming into my pussy making me cum so hard… So….”
She shook her head sending her hair wildly in all directions as she took a deep breath. She calmed down and then said, “Too easy to let the other come out now…. And she wants to Gavin….”
Her eyes held his as if in a vise as she said in a whisper, “So so much…..”
She didn’t say a word as Gavin asked the question to the space around him. Then Marie nuzzled into him quietly awaiting an answer she hoped would never come.
But it did.
Tera’s voice whispered around them both, “You can go home. Or Marie can be normal again. But not both. Not without a sacrifice. Are you willing to make that choice Gavin? Are you willing to be changed in her place? Are you willing to become something in her place? Are you? Are you? Or are you just lying to yourself?
Her admission hit him hard. Part of him was flattered that she found him atractive, whether the atraction was artificial or not. And the though of this now-gorgeous woman pouncing on him and giving in to that desire… Well, it was not something he would object to under normal circumstances.
But these weren’t normal, and he had no way of knowing if any of those feelings were real. It wouldn’t be right to take advantage of her like that. He’d hate himself, and if she got changed back, she’d hate him too. He held himself back from kissing her as she stared right through him, the sheer will it was taking to hold her ‘other’ self back almost tangible.
Then she spoke…
Gavin wasn’t sure if this was better or worse than being ignored, but he’d opened the box and now he had to deal with what had spilled out. He wanted this to end, but he didn’t want to have to sacrifice someone else for his own petty want. But staying where they were was hardly a good idea either, as he had no idea if this would be the only game she’d want them to play.
On the other hand, did he want to risk losing himself, who he was, for this girl he’d only just met? It wasn’t like she was going to die or anything. It didn’t even seem like she’d be hurt. Heck, she’d seemed pretty happy with the changes so far… And she had done some questionable things when given the chance, by her own admission.
So why did the idea of taking the escape hatch out leave him feeling like he was covered in a thin layer of grease?
Because it was wrong. She didn’t want this. Every moment she’d been herself, she’d railed against it, struggled to stay herself, and had no chance of success. For what? Because she’d been a little silly when mindreading? He shook his head. She didn’t deserve this and Gavin knew it. Tera probably knew it too, and knew that Gavin wasn’t going to walk away.
He only really ever had one choice open to him. He took several deep breaths, looked right into those too-green eyes of Marie’s and kissed her softly on the cheek. It was foolish, it was scary, and it had been a completely foregone conclusion from the second he’d made the wish.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered to the blonde girl before him, before telling the air around them, “I-I am. I’m willing, OK? So fix her and then you… you can have me instead…”
More to come next week…