“What’s… wrong with you?” asked Malcolm. “And why did you join up with Rain Dancer, anyway? You seemed more mild mannered when I first met you.”
Fantasy stood up and met his gaze, looking very amused and very naked.
“I’m not interested in being a loser, and anyone with eyes can see the way the tide is turning,” she said. “You champions were never able to control me, but other sprytes and demons, working together… perhaps they could. I don’t want to find out.”
“You don’t seem like the type to be easily controlled,” said Malcolm.
Fantasy smiled.
“I’m not,” she said. “At least, not anymore. But I was… I remember that much about the time before I got my powers.”
I guess stalling her is the next best thing to beating her, right?
“Tell me about it,” said Malcolm.
Fantasy blinked a couple of times. She was beautiful enough to make it easy to forget that she was the enemy. She turned around, and Malcolm admired the way her long, blonde braid stopped right at the outward curve of her buttocks.
“I was a result of emotionally fucked up girl bingo,” said Fantasy. “Rape. Abuse. Codependent. You name it, I was it. Just a pretty face, controlled and used by men.”
She was smiling when she spun around to look at him again, and it was genuine.
“Now…” she said. “With my abilities… I’m the one in control. Always.”
“So… I don’t really like the sound of that,” said Malcolm. “Maybe we should cut the illusion off here?”
Malcolm tried to step away from Fantasy. She waved a hand, and a half dozen of the tiny faeries floating through the air became full size, each of them turning into a beautiful, naked, winged woman.
“Blame Rose, not me,” said Fantasy, pressing into him. “She wouldn’t tell me about what you were like in bed. I knew right then and there… that I’d have to find out for myself.”
Fantasy undid the button and zipper of Malcolm’s dress pants. He tried to pull away from her again, but the tree flowers were penning them in. The naked faeries were dancing for him, and Fantasy’s hand slowly stroked up and down his hard girth.
“There we go…” whispered Fantasy. “Just lie down and let the sweet fantasy play out before your eyes.”
“You can’t fool me that easily,” said Malcolm. He grabbed onto Fantasy’s arm and gave it a squeeze.
A dragon was suddenly standing over both of them, thrusting its car sized head within fire breathing range of Malcolm’s face.
“Just lie down…” said the dragon. “And let the fantasy play out.”
Malcolm trembled. Knowing that it wasn’t real and believing that it wasn’t real were two different things. He couldn’t align his emotions with the fact that he knew that his senses were being fooled. Malcolm wasn’t sure when exactly he decided to lie down and play along, but the next thing he knew, Fantasy was straddling him, slowly lowering herself down onto his hard tool.
“See?” asked Fantasy. “Doesn’t that feel good?”
She dropped a little lower, impaling herself on Malcolm’s shaft. She felt hot and wet and soft, but he would never admit that to her.
“Yeah, I’m not sure this is working for me,” he said, rolling his eyes.
Fantasy grinned at him. She waved a hand through the air.
They were in a classroom, still engaged in coitus, but with a totally different theme. Malcolm was lying on top of the teacher’s desk. Fantasy was the blonde bombshell of a teacher, wearing a white blouse and a tight, black skirt as she rode him.
“Oh, young man!” moaned Fantasy. “You’ve gotten such good grades in my class! I hope this serves as a good reward…”
Malcolm let out a tiny moan. His hands slid across Fantasy’s buttocks, and he gave one of them a gentle grope. He was starting to enjoy it, even though he didn’t want to.
This brings a whole new dimension to the concept of role playing.
“I saw you staring at me in class,” said Fantasy, as she bounced up and down on his shaft. “All of the boys were… but especially you.”
Malcolm didn’t say anything. Fantasy pulled his hands up to her breasts, and he almost gasped when he felt how big and soft they were. He knew that there was at least one part of her body that was still impressive under the illusion.
Fantasy waved her hand again, and they were in the back of a police cruiser. Fantasy wore a police uniform, and Malcolm had an orange jumpsuit, unzipped down the middle.
“You have the right… to remain… silent,” moaned Fantasy. “Anything you say… or do… Oh…!”
The scene shifted again. They were in a strip club, and Malcolm was in the middle of getting a lap dance that had gone too far. This time, he couldn’t resist. He took Fantasy by the hips and began adding his strength to her movements, pulling her down on his shaft with raw, sexual aggression.
“Oh!” cried Fantasy. “Yes!”
Malcolm kissed one of her breasts, feeling its softness press against his face and cheek. Fantasy bounced faster and faster, both of them falling deep into the heat of the moment. He let out a groan as he reached his limit and unloaded. The pleasure hit him in a wave, followed by the question of how he’d gotten himself into the situation, and how the hell he was going to get himself out of it.
CHAPTER 21
Fantasy let her illusions drop as soon as they were finished. They were in the middle of the empty ballroom. The lighting was dim, and the air was a little musky. Malcolm carefully lifted her off him and set her aside. As he did it, he felt a familiar tingling sensation run up his hand.
I just absorbed her powers. That might come in handy.
Malcolm made sure he was decent and immediately started putting distance between himself and the spryte. Fantasy was lying on the ground, apparently contented by her after glow. She smiled at him and stood to her feet.
“I guess now I should probably kill you,” she said. “It’s a shame. Rose is clearly obsessed with you, and I can see why. She won’t be happy with me.”
“Hold on,” said Malcolm. He could hear something in the hallway outside, the sound of a scuffle.
“Sorry, but we’re past the point of you being able to buy yourself more time,” said Fantasy. “It’s been fun, Wind Runner, but now–”
The entrance doors slammed open, and Tapestry and Rose fell through it, the two of them engaged in a fierce fight. Tapestry had a hold on Rose’s arm, and was trying to wrestle her to the floor while dodging her shadow tendrils. Rose was twisting, kicking, and elbowing in an attempt to break free. They rolled together across the floor as a single unit. Malcolm hesitated.
Golden Joab is nowhere to be seen. There’s no reason for this fight to be taking place.
Calling the wind, he slammed down into both of the brawling women, disentangling them from each other. Rose was on her feet first, but Malcolm dropped down next to Tapestry, standing over her protectively. He frowned at Rose and gave his head a small shake.
“Enough,” he said. “The fight is over. Neither of us is going to get what we want.”
“Wind Runner!” snapped Tapestry. “We can take them!”
“And in the process of doing so, we’ll be waiting around for Hawktail security guards to show up and take control of the situation,” he said. “Now is not the time.”
“I don’t know…” said Fantasy. She looked at Rose and furrowed her brow. “Letting them go would be foolish.”
Rose was still clad in Fantasy’s illusion, her skin and eyes appearing like a regular human’s. Malcolm silently thanked Fantasy for that. Tapestry had seen Rose once before, in his apartment, and if she recognized her as the same spryte now, she would have another dot to connect to the rest of her suspicions about him.