The Prophecy Ch. 3

The Prophecy Ch. 3

This is the continuation of the previous chapter, please read to fill in any blanks. I appreciate the feedback and apologize for previous and any future grammatical errors. This story contains fantasy/magic within it and is the start of more interesting magical twists to come. If you’re not interested in the realm of seduction, fantasy, action, and adventure then you found the wrong story.

“Well today just turned from really interesting to really boring, and possibly annoying in 2.5 seconds.” Luke couldn’t believe the turn of events. He had just arrived home fixing his clothes after the extra two rounds with Miss Bradley, to which she promised a third at a later time where he would enjoy something that Serina had given him. He was puzzling out what it was when he walked through the front door to be harassed by his sister while being eyed by his weary mother.

His sister apparently decided to take his mother’s roll of berating him. She stood in front him posed, even though she only came to his shoulder, to give him an earful. And that she did, while she kept jabbing her finger into his chest the words roared from her mouth, “Do you have any idea what you put me and mom through?! We heard about the fight you had at school and you finally show up at 10 o’clock at night looking worse for wear? I can’t believe you, honestly…” She continued for a good while talking about how irresponsible he was, among other things.

He looked at his mother for support but she just eyed him with bags that almost seemed to be permanently under her eyes. If it weren’t for her worn features and quick throw on clothes he would have thought her beautiful, he’s been with his fair share of older women lately to be a good judge. Her light brown wavy hair reaching her shoulders, wrapped about her smooth features. Her blue eyes gazed at him over the rim of her cup, and seemed to enjoy watching his sister berate him. The rest of her figure was quite normal, from the natural curve of her legs that showed from the shorts to the hidden C cup breasts covered by her loose fitting shirt that equally masked her rather slim figure.

As he realized he wasn’t getting any support from his mother his eyes fell back once again to his sister that didn’t seem to need air at the moment for she had yet to stop yelling at him. After facing down a Golem and making a deal with a wendigo, he had enough of being pushed around. He turned on his mind radio and while she continued to berate, as soon as it was on he latched an anchor on her and her thoughts only mirroring her words. He forced the thought and boomed the command from his throat, “SHUT UP SAM!”

After the nonstop rant from Sam the room suddenly grew quite, and both his mother and sister stared at him oddly. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, “I’m sorry I made you worried but I promise I’m fine. Yes I got into a fight but it was in self-defense, if I have to go to school and prove it, fine.” He saw his sister drink in his words and start to flush with embarrassment, or at least he thought it was, her thoughts where completely blank at the moment. “As for why I’m late, I got a job.”

His mother finally spoke, she always spoke with a calm softness that made him swear he would either fall asleep or grow relaxed at the sound of it, “You got a job? Doing what? Your only in high school, you shouldn’t worry about work.” Her thoughts of concern where clear as bell in his mind, even over the random questions his sister’s mind produced.

He walked up to her taking her hands in his, rubbing them trying to comfort her, “I’m a senior in high school mom. It’s a good job, and I enjoy it. I look like a mess because it’s mostly a lot of manual labor.” Well that wasn’t exactly a lie and he really did enjoy the job, particularly the perks. “I promise everything is ok.” He smiled at her and his sister, and both started to become more flushed as he spoke.

His sister eyed him like he was a stranger, “When did he grow so confident, and did he always look so tall?” Did he truly look so different?

He moved into the kitchen and grabbed something to drink, he knew his sister’s eyes were on him and guessed his mother’s were as well. As he downed the cup of water he felt his dry throat ease. Having more than a few rounds of sex is a quick path to a dry throat and then some. He held a knowing smile and faced his mom, “So how was work at the hospital mom? I hope the other nurses didn’t make you do all their work again.”

It almost felt strange to talk about something that didn’t involve magic or monsters. It was almost relieving if he thought about it. His mother took a moment or two to collect herself. She took another drink from her cup, “Work was no more stressful than usual. Had a few accidents and a lady who seemed to think she could walk after an aneurysm.” That caused both Luke and her to chuckle at the same time, as they chuckled together they eyed one another oddly for a brief moment before full on laughing. It felt good to laugh, it felt good to be normal for a few moments. “Other than that nothing so strange.”

Luke nodded at her words, “Well first day at work put me through the ringer. Got to meet one of the bosses my instructor works for and that was awkward. But I also meet some other interesting people as well. The only odd thing today was all that work tired me out more than I thought it would. But I did get a cellphone, it’s a work perk, I’ll give you guys the number so in case you worry about me you can call or text me.”

His sister had finally found herself a seat at the table. She seemed completely absorbed with the conversations her thoughts only seemed probing unasked questions about his work. She almost seemed to know that what he said had a double meaning. “If she really knew the extent of the meaning then she would lose her shit.” Luke let that thought play before smiling at his sister and then looking at his mother.

He held his award winning smile as he looked at his mother and felt her thoughts through the static of his sisters, “His grown into quite the fine man. When did all this happen?” The thought seemed to dance with a proud sense of ownership, mixed with something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

He kissed his mother on the cheek smiling, “I need to go take a shower.” He walked over to Sam and smiled more brightly, “I promise Sam I’m perfectly alright.” He kissed her cheek as well before moving towards the stairs, “I’ve had a long day at work and need a good shower.” He walked up stairs letting them pass looks between each other as he slipped into the bathroom.

Like everything else in the house it was rather quaint and small. Just enough space for a tub, small sink, toilet, and of course a cabinet mirror. Right now his eyes were set on the shower and ready to wash the day off him. And what a day it was. As he turned the water on with all the events playing in his mind like an odd dance. He began scrubbing up remembering his fight with Xavier which was nothing compared to the fight with the golem. Then he was remembering all the faces of the creatures in the club. The hot water soaked his skin washing away all the grim and sweet from his body, and even the sex.

God, just thinking about the sex almost stirred his cock again. But with the beating heat against his body and the multiple rounds he doubted he could have the strength to bring his member to life for more. But, what amazing thoughts stirred in his mind. Starting the day with a glimpse of his teacher’s excited pussy, leading to a hot blowjob reward, and ending with multiple rounds of sex that he was surprised he was able to survive it all. As he scrubbed his chest he chuckled to himself, images of his body melding with purple skin and soft normal breasts played their pornographic dance in his mind.

He slipped from the shower, a good fifteen or so minutes later with steam rolling off his skin. Today was one hell of a day and he was going to sleep like a rock

He left his clothes to litter the floor of the bathroom as he slipped out wearing only the towel around his waist. He made his way down the hall when his sister’s thoughts entered his mind, “OH LUKE! Please don’t stop!” he had completely forgot to remove the anchor from her mind and caught the thoughts of something he wasn’t sure what to make of.

He continued down the hall seeing his sister’s door partially open. He froze staring at the crack, morality arguing in his mind whether he should or shouldn’t look in. “God you feel amazing, please give me more.” His morality snapped at that finally thought he read from her. He moved about the corner and caught sight of her naked form on her bed with her fingers between her legs.

His eyes widened seeing her bare flesh exposed to him. Her short cropped dark brown hair now slick with sweat and caked to her head. Her slender frame withering under her own fingers. He knew his sister was slim, and yet staring at her now she seemed petite. But he couldn’t deny she held her own sense of beauty. How could he think her only a tomboy when he saw her as she was now?

“Luke break me!”

As he watched her plunge her fingers inside her own body and clasp at her small A cup breasts images flooded his mind. He saw through the images that where quite elaborate playing in her mind. He towered over her and seemed to ravish her body like a machine. He watched his sister and the image torn between the wondrous sights of them both. He watched her fingers slide in and out of herself before the image itself was replaced by what she thought was his cock, a size smaller than he actually was. Boy was she in for a surprise when he would take her.

Would he take her?

A moral outcry raged in him, shouting that was his sister. Yet her lust poured more images into his mind, like a molten drip that dissolved that outcry away. He saw himself grip her hips as he slammed his body into hers, pulling her into him with a smack that echoed through the room. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from how eagerly she fingered herself and the images that played. Her eyes remained shut focusing on the images themselves and she seemed to be enjoying every aspect of them.

Suddenly her body changed, her breasts became more developed and he groped and licked them. They were the same size as Miss Bradley’s now. She imagined him gripping those new breasts firmly and using them as handles to force himself inside her like a wild animal. The whole time she worked herself harder, her finger digging into her small breast imagining it bigger and her finger submerged into her soaked pussy pictured his cock.

She changed again and now she had purple skin and slightly larger breasts, but her petite frame changed to fit the new curves. It looked strange yet alluring to have his sister picture herself as a succubus. Guilt suddenly hit him. He thought of the sex he had today, the woman he had been with, and now his sister kept changing her image to that and picturing her brother fucking her like a mad dog thanks to the anchor in her mind. He readied the command to make her stop the thoughts he planted in her while in the shower and enjoy a fantasy of her own making. “Oh I’ve always wanted this! Luke, Oh my god yes!”

Her thoughts froze him and caused him to be more conflicted as he watched the fantasy play in her mind; her body now her own and covered in sweat but he wasn’t. In her mind he remained himself, never altered a bit. The only difference was he was the perfect image of himself. The slight bit of sweat after a long day’s work out, yet nothing dripping to the degree that poured from her now. His hair wasn’t altered or even looked unruly, it looked like he just got done combing it. His green eyes even shined like emeralds as she saw him stare at her in pure lust and need.

He started to breathe heavily, his pants turning into groans and moans. Luke couldn’t tell if that was him really breathing and moaning like that or just the image. Suddenly he found himself no longer watching the image but being the image itself.

He felt his sister’s smooth skin in his grip as he ravished her. Her body arching and bucking against him as all 7 inches of himself plunged inside her. 7 inches? He was 8 inches long. The images of his sister grew more in shock as if he had actually grown the extra inch inside of her. His mind was filled with thoughts of fucking her and only her. He groaned and growled before kissing her deeply and passionately. His hips smacking into hers, echoing in the room as his hands pinned her wrists above her head.

He couldn’t identify the taste of her lips but only knew he had to have more. He kissed her more passionately and yearning for her with each moment. He pulled out of her briefly breaking the kiss as he did only to flip her over roughly and push his cock back inside her as she was on all fours. She screamed and panted in pleasure as he gripped her body and slammed himself inside her

Her body shifted and he felt it change and grip his cock more, as if her body was remolding for his cock. He watched as she had the body of Miss Bradley once more, her perfect curves and amazing breasts. His sister’s hair was no longer short but long to the small of her back. His hands reach forward to grope and grip her body as he continued to rock his hips into her. His faced nuzzled her neck as they were lost in the throes of passion and her new body.

He moved from her neck to grip her ass once more as her body shifted and turned purple, and her curves become more exaggerated, almost like a porn star with implants. He was confused by this, not remembering Serina having such strange curves. Yet he couldn’t argue with it, didn’t want to argue with it. He just gripped her ass and pounded her more fiercely.

Her screams echoed, “Oh yes, take me, pound me. Make me your whore!”

Her body shifted again, this time growing smaller but seemed to carry the normal shape for a woman, not the petite shape of his sister. Her hair was down to her shoulders and her breasts were C cups like he pictured…pictured for his mother. He watched her body hold the shape and almost shift again, about to churn his cock more.

He grabbed her by her breasts, gripping them firmly as he pulled her to him with her back pressed into his chest. He leaned close whisper in her ear, “I want no other woman’s body than yours.” She seemed surprised and yet he felt her body grow smaller and hold the once petite shape it had.

She groaned as she felt his cock stretch her pussy, particularly at this angle. Her arm reached behind her to cup his face, “Show me brother, show me you love my body.” He kissed her passionately and deeply thrusting and rocking his body into her small form. His hands massaged her breasts, gripping the small things perfectly in his palm. He let his fingers toy and tease her nipples as his hips rocked into hers.

Her image flicked for a moment and suddenly she was straddling his lap as he was on his knees holding her up. He didn’t question this change. He merely gazed into her own green eyes that reflected his and took her. He took her body, he took her lips, he took her breasts, he took her woman hood, and he took all her lust.

The image shattered in a scream as his sister bucked her hips off her bed, squirting hard on her sheets with her legs supporting her and back arched. Luke watched her as her body was enclosed in what he could have guessed was one hell of an orgasm. She finally fell down on her bed panting and breathing heavily as she was calming down from her climax. He watched enchanted by her slender frame as her small breast rose with her chest to collect air. He couldn’t turn away as he admired her sweet coated body, her tangled hair, and glistening pussy.

But panic finally eroded his thoughts once more. He removed the anchor from her and walked away. He made it half way to his room when he heard a door close behind him. He hoped his sister didn’t see him. As he continued down the hall a second door closed which caused him to blink in surprise. He had no idea if the sound was his imagination, a reflection of his sister’s mind still partially latched to him, or if another door did close in his house.

He was sitting on his bed letting the guilt roll through him. The panic strapped his thoughts and his moral reasoning chastising him. Finally they faded and the images, the fantasy, he had shared with his sister in his mind played out like a strange film. He leaned back on his bed and looked down to see life in his dick as it pitched a tent in the towel. He guessed it wasn’t completely out of life for the day after all.

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He struggled to find sleep last night, the moral argument playing out in his mind. After a while his weariness won out and he was asleep, until his annoying alarm blared for him to get up. As he got dressed for the morning in plain clothes, his usual band t-shirt and worn out jeans, as he picked up where his moral argument left off last night.

He was so conflicted he couldn’t imagine were he stood on this subject let alone many others. He had lusted for his sister, used his magic to share in a fantasy and ravish her body. If he was capable of this what wasn’t he capable of? He had already made his teacher flash her pussy to him? What next, make her his personal slave? Would he do that to his sister to?

He made his way down stair arguing with himself the whole time on what was right what was wrong. As he found the bottom step his mother was washing dishes and his sister was eating breakfast. He sat down to join her focusing on his…well cereal. Not exactly a gourmet breakfast but he made himself be interested in his random flakes of grain. Occasionally he would look up to see his sister beaming at him. He returned her smile with a forced award winning one and the argument would start off in his mind. He quickly squashed it before it got too far.

As soon as he was finished he moved his bowl into the sink. His mother smiled and kissed his cheek, “I’m off work today honey, so I guess I’ll see you after school or when you are done your job. Whichever it is” She mused that last bit of the phrase with her smile.

He looked in her direction, guilt threatening to spew from his mouth. He swallowed hard trying not to puke, “Alright mom, I’ll message your phone at some point to let you know.” He moved up to her exchanging numbers. He looked at her face trying to smile but had an image of his sister’s face with his mother’s body. Then he saw his mother’s naked body replace his sister entirely. Luke forced the morals to grip the thoughts tightly as he moved to rush out the door. He gave his sister a quick kiss on the head, arguing with himself if he lingered to long for a brother or just right.

He made his way to school, walking as he normally did trying to work his own thoughts and guilt from his mind. He stared at his feet shuffling along as he kept debating with himself on what he should and shouldn’t do.

As he walked along a girl quickly moved out of his way. He gave a small apology while walking along. “It would be rather awkward if we bumped head’s again wouldn’t it?” That honey like voice brought Luke from his moral dilemma as he turned to face it.

There she stood like the first time he saw her, long bright red hair that seemed to almost drape over her shoulders. Her solid blue eyes smiling brightly on her sweet heart shaped face. There she stood proud and confident with her slender build forming nice legs, a firm ass, and quite wonderful breasts (which Luke now knew to be C’s). She wore the same outfit as well, black skirt and sweater which only seemed to outline her beauty which he had compared to a goddess, and still does.

Manira

She smiled at him and moved closer as he just looked at her with amazement and which was made more obvious by the stunned look on his face. She giggled and gently took his hands, “You have questions, and I have some answers. Come.” Luke swore this was Deja Vu all over again, because he didn’t need much encouragement to follow her.

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Back to where it all started. Luke sat in a little seat made by the roots of a tree, it was strangely comfortable. There they sat facing one another in the place where they had made his first contract. The trees warping and moving around them both in a dome of their trunks. He would call it the heart of a forest, but then again calling the main city park a forest was putting too much fluff to a name.

She sat there watching him for the longest times, with arms wrapped about her legs and head resting on her knees. It was obvious she was waiting for the questions he had. And he had many. Yet, he didn’t know where to even begin. She waited patiently watching him with those eyes that looked like an ocean and he would willing let himself drown within that ocean.

Finally he asked the one question that plagued him for an answer, “What are the laws for what’s right or wrong for someone like me?” he asked the question earnestly; thoughts of his teacher, his sister, and now even his mother fed the seeds of this question which he desperately needed an answer.

She blinked at him a few times and then started laughing. It was a heart filled laugh and it bothered him. Here he poured out the biggest question he had and she laughed at him.