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- Herausgeber: Eros Shrugged Publishing
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
It looks like just one more day for the Sexceress, who manipulates sexual power through magic to grant wishes and ensure the realm's safety. But this time, things will be different. When she tries to subjugate a man with a spell, she realizes in horror that her magic is acting upon herself!
She is now at the mercy of the stranger, and she will have no choice but to bend to his every command. He's discovered her most precious secret, and now she's paying the price! Even though she remains fully aware, she can't resist his influence... and he will certainly take advantage of that! She, her naked and dedicated followers and the realm at large will suffer the consequences.
As the Sexceress humiliates herself, she will reach unknown heights of pleasure and shame. But will she find hope in the end?
A SEXY SPELL GONE WRONG is the second story in the HYPNO-HEROINES series, dedicated to the misfortune of gorgeous heroines who find themselves depowered, enslaved, hypnotized, mind-controlled, enchanted or otherwise submitted, and have to fight through a series of hot, naughty tests!
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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A SEXY SPELL GONE WRONG
Hypno-Heroines series / vol 2
by Mindy Powers
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The Sexceress falls into her own trap!
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© Mindy Powers, 2017
First StreetLib edition Eros Shrugged Publishing, July 2017
Cover image © Digitalstudio/Bigstock.com.
All characters in this story are at least 18 years old in age. Any similarity with real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Don’t read this work if you feel offended by graphic descriptions of sexual acts.
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A SEXY SPELL GONE WRONG
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A wave of invisible magic ascended through her like a hot, tingly, erotic blow of air. The Sexceress raised her arms and closed her fists slowly, as if she needed to concentrate the power to land the final blow. The people in the Great Hall of the temple gasped in anticipation. It was all an act, though: the blow had already landed, and the girl (barely twenty years old, she assessed) was writhing and moaning in delirious pleasure on the stone floor, her vacant eyes looking for her master’s gaze from upstairs.
“Oooh.... ooh... aaaaaaah!”
The girl had been sent by the flower merchants, and her sacrifice was meant to bring a good harvest with beautiful and exciting mutations that would shoot up the value of their bulbs. But this is no sacrifice at all, the Sexceress thought scornfully. Look at her! She’s having the time of her life. The girl contorted on the floor, completely overtaken by her own arousal. She had been orgasming for several minutes and was now enjoying the last waves of pleasure.
The Sexceress thrust her arms upwards and her fists lit up suddenly. She then crossed her arms in front of her face and yelled a word:
“Zyda!”
The girl’s name. All that was needed to perform the sexy ritual: the name of the person it would be brought upon. And this word would also bring the climax.
The girl stood up like a doll that were being pulled by strings, her body still trembling, glistening with sweat under the light of the torches aligned along the walls of the Great Hall. She screamed now, forgetting any kind of modesty, letting herself go in a deep moan that liberated the last of her sexual energy. She was coming hard now, her damp hair grabbing at her face, breasts and neck as if it wanted to embrace them forever.
“Oh-oh-oooooh! Uuh! AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaggggghhh!!!”
And then it was over.
Zyda fell down to the floor again and remained there, naked, sweaty, quivering, slowly recovering from the ecstasy she had just experienced. It would be difficult for her to ever top that, especially considering that she was a virgin when she entered the Great Hall. But being touched by the Sexceress’ magic was considered an incredible fortune.
“The ritual has ended,” a priestess said after a few moments. She was naked too, and her perky breasts pointed at the crowd speaking a silent command. Years ago, she had been in Zyda’s place –a sacrificial lamb for the Sexceress’ powers to manifest. Now she was a daughter of the Temple, reborn in the arcane secrets of holy sex.
Today’s girl would not be chosen, but tomorrow’s might. It might be a man as well –there were priests in the Temple too, all of them naked, all of them humble and servile under her command. Males and females bowed to her power equally, and all of them were uncovered except for the signs of their order: bracelets, capes, necklaces, coronets, gems inlaid in their foreheads. Notably, the only one who was allowed to wear clothes was the Sexceress herself –although there were not many clothes to speak about, and she tended to take them off or even rip them off in the course of her rituals.
That’s how things were in the Temple. Just like they were supposed to be.
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“I come to you humble and naked,” said the man.
It was the usual introduction. The ritual words. He had left a piece of paper in the urn a priestess had given it to him when he approached the tall staircase, as it [...]
