Spoiler: Illusion Roll D100: 48+20 Azura watches as a perfect recreation of herself walks out of the treeline and towards the kidnapper. The likeness is impeccable in its realism, though Azura doesn't feel that the illusion is especially stable. "And who might you be?" The woman looks at the illusion, asking in a sing-song voice.
“My name is Smaragda.” Azura replied via her illusion, intentionally giving a fake name. “I seem to be a little lost. May I know where I am and who you are, miss?”
"Smaragda Smaragda Smaragda... Who I am? Wouldn't you prefer to know who I'm not? That's much more vague." The woman giggles as though she'd said something comprehensible. "I am...I shouldn't tell you. There's powers in names, not Smaragda, powers indeed... Call me Juniper." She giggles again, gesturing to a nearby juniper shrub. "As for where you are... You're someplace very special - my place."
“Nice to meet you, Juniper.” ''Smaragda'' offered a polite bow, then looked around her. “What do you mean when you say this is your place? Your home? Your property? Something else?” She then looked up at what was above them and pretended to see the cage with the captive Sapphira for the first time. “What's with the girl in the cage? Is she some sort of prisoner? Or is she into spending time locked in a cage?” She looked at Juniper again, trying to act confused.
Jenny mewled on her knees as Jetstream slapped her face with his cock. Every impact was followed by a pleasure filled whimper while her mark flared; her eyes half closed and she welcomed the humiliating degradation with glee. But her pussy protested the absence of the villain's member to the point where she was about to lose her mind with need. While she had planned to eventually fuck Jetstream in front of her husband, she hadn't expected it to be so soon. And despite herself there was a part of her that knew she shouldn't. But she'd stopped listening to that part a long time ago. "Okay. Okay." Jenny nodded enthusiastically, eager to agree to anything to get his dick back inside her. "I'll show you the way, just please, please, PLEASE fuck me." Jenny rose to her shaky feet and used her powers to levitate herself into the air. She didn't bother putting the discarded pieces of her costume back on, or even gathering them back up. If either wished Jetstream or Qasera could gather the garments; or she could return later to retrieve them. But at the moment she felt as though she had more pressing concerns. Making sure they were following her, Jenny flew into the sky and headed home.
"Nnnh!" Vanessa shuddered as Vince boldly touches her crotch, shamefully revealing how drenched she was. To the point that her juices had seeped through her panties, and tights, even coating his chubby finger as it rubbed against her lower lips. "B-bastard." She hissed, breathing heavily with red cheeks. The heiress attempts to move away, trying to calm her arousal before anyone else notices.
"This is my world." Juniper smiles. "And she's here for the party." The fae dances around the clearing. Despite her harmless appearance, Azura can feel her radiate with magical power.
Jenny's hands shake as she opens her front door. Striding into her living room, she sees Harold, his face shifting from happiness to confusion as he sees her stark naked, and then terror as he sees Jetstream's massive frame enter the room behind her. "J-Jenny, watch out!" He tries to move and do...something to the villain, though it's unclear what he could do. Jetstream places a hand on his chest and shoves him away contemptuously. "Nice place, bitch." From behind, Jetstream squeezes her breasts roughly. "Lead me to your bedroom." Jenny sees movement, as Harold ducks into his office, returning with a pistol in his hand. "Get the hell away from my wife!" He points the weapon at Jetstream. "No." The villain chuckles. "You think that bullet'll actually hit me? You wanna see what comes next?" There's a long silence. "Didn't think so." Harold continues to hold the gun impotently, even as his wife is pulled towards their marital bed.
A few people seem to notice how red her cheeks are, but not what caused it. She's able to calm down a little as she moves away from the crowd toward the edge of the ballroom, but her lust still burns.
Sonata moans, barely holding his rapidly approaching orgasm back before the woman mercifully, though disappointingly, releases his throbbing cock. "I would be happy to." He stands up, vacating the chair for the gangster, his length swinging about due to the motion. "Have a seat, please..."
Damn it, damn it. Why now of all times! She screams in her head, scolding herself for feeling so aroused. Vanessa gives the people that notice her red cheeks a smile, playing it off as if she's just had too much to drink in a short time frame. Khh, how am I going to... Jacob will be exhausted with his training... Vince... out of the question, I can't keep giving that bastard power over me. Hammer... too dangerous. The heiress then tries to think of someone to "help" her sate her needs, Melchett... he's scum. But since he's hospitalized, he's harmless. Thinking of the crime boss she's already taken out, Vanessa decides to give him a visit as the Rabid Lady after she gets home.
Throughout Harold and Jetstream's exchange Jenny didn't want to look at her husband; she was too ashamed. But after Jetstream made his threat Jenny forced herself to look at the man she loved. Her heart was both racing and breaking at the sight of him, but she offered no resistance as she led the supervillain to her bedroom. When Harold's eyes met hers she saw the conflict that raged within him. His mind screamed out and she couldn't help but hear him. He stood afraid of what would happen to her and to them if he took action, and he convinced himself that he didn't want to risk missing and hitting Jenny instead which is why he didn't fire. But he also didn't leave or call the cops. Instead he watched as his wife led the man to their marital bed without closing the bedroom door, he watched as his wife pulled the other man's pants down, he watched as she sunk to her knees in front of the man, he watched as she lovingly took the huge cock that dwarfed his own in her hands, and he watched as she took him into her mouth.
“Your world? Party? What?” Azura tilted her head as she listened to the fae. “I'm sorry, I am a little confused... okay, maybe more than a little. Could you please start from the beginning and explain what you mean? What do you mean when you say this is your world? And what party are you talking about?”
Luckily, the rest of the party goes well, and with the message Lewis delivered received, before too long Vanessa's in costume and landing on Melchett's balcony. As she opens the window, she hears his voice. "I knew you'd be back. Crawl."
"Fuck, man." Jetstream groans as he lets Jenny worship his manhood. "Your bitch knows how to work a cock. I bet she's had lots of practice." Harold flushes with anger. "D-Don't talk about her like that. Jenny... Why are you d-doing this? Is he...controlling you?"
Thankfully Vince didn't try anything else that night, allowing Vanessa to head home in piece. She runs to her room, bidding Lawrence good night. Then changes into her low-cut leotard, and secretly flies off to the hospital, still wearing her high-heels, and drenched lacy thong, and tights. As she landed on Melchett's balcony, the moment she heard his voice. "Aaahn." She whimpered, feeling her knees buckle underneath her. The heiress shamefully gets on all fours, and crawls toward him. Her pussy juice already soaking through her leotard, and running down her nylon-clad thighs.
"The party. The party." Juniper giggles. "You're invited too." Azura rembers Esmerelda saying that Fae don't think like humans do, explaining why the woman isn't making much sense. "This is the hedge. My slice of it. It's where I and my brother have power over all." For a moment, she starts making sense. "Sapphira is a guest here, but she can't leave. No, no... What good would it be if the party favour left the party?" She trails off into incomprehensibility once more.
Kneeling in front of the woman, Sonata kisses his way up her thigh. He loops his fingers around her panties' waistband, slowly pulling them off of her. Giving her his best needy look, he starts by kissing the outside of her lower lips, occasionally brushing his mouth against her clit as he teases her.
Reluctantly, Jenny let Jetstream's cock slip from her mouth and shook her head. "Uh-uh... No. At least not the way you might think." Her hand didn't leave the monster rod that it was holding. She mused that if anyone with a big black cock told her to do something she'd comply without hesitation, and that in-and-of-itself might be construed as mind control but not in the traditional sense. "I am sorry that this hurts you honey, and I've been wracking myself with guilt over how to tell you." Jenny fixed her husband with an apologetic gaze. "But I'm a Black Cock Slut." She pointed down at the mark above her pussy that flashed alive and gave her husband a moment to process her confession before she continued. "I honestly didn't know myself and only found out about a week ago when Hammer fucked me when I started investigating Duke." she confirmed Jetstream's earlier taunt. "Over the past week I've had so much black dick and Harry... I'm addicted." "I-I can't stop. I wanted to before, but I know I can't. Any black guy that wants to fuck me, can. I'll let them because I need them to fuck me. They fuck me so good honey..." She reached out and entered her husband's mind then and showed him what she'd been experiencing over the past little bit, every thrust, every sensation, every orgasm, everything she'd felt she let him experience all at once. "I will do anything for them so long as they fuck me. Because I'm their slut." Her tone switched to a slightly more compassionate one while Jetstream pulled her up and positioned her on all fours on hers and Harold's marital bed. "I love you baby. I will always love you. I'm your wife and I will never stop being your wife." Again her demeanor changed to a more matter-of-fact one. "But Harry honey, you married a Black Cock Slut and neither of us knew it. I'm their property honey, and I'll fuck them whenever, wherever, and however they want. No condom. No pill. No pulling out. Ever. Unless they want." Jenny caught her lower lip between her teeth and debated her last confession before she resolved to the complete truth. Her hand moved to cover her lower abdomen. "This baby. Our baby. It's not yours Harry. I don't know who the father is, and honestly I don't care. Because it doesn't matter. Do you know why?" she waited for Harold to shake his head. "Because even though you aren't the father I want you to be this baby's dad. I want you to be the dad to all our children. Because I love you. No matter how many guys fuck me endlessly for days I will always come back to you. Always." Behind her, Jetstream smiled maliciously at Harold and slapped Jenny's ass as if to prove a point before he took his cock in hand and placed it at the opening of the other man's wife's cunt. Jenny held out her hand to her husband and begged him. "Please honey, I need you while I go down this path. I need you there for me and loving me while I become what I'm meant to be?"
