1 comments/ 24718 views/ 3 favorites Low. By: temptanddestroy Low. ++++++++++++ Prologue ++++++++++++ Jensen entered the Magic Shop and began to look around. He recognised a lot of it as stuff that Low used all the time. He thought back to when his own powers had begun to appear and how alone he had felt. He hadn't known places like this even existed. Low had been assigned to risk assess him, way back then. No one could have foreseen that the two of them would fall in love. But they had, and they weathered everything the world had thrown at them since. Jensen spotted what he'd come in for. It looked like a simple heart-shaped pendant, but appearances were deceiving. He picked it up and ventured up to the counter. The elderly woman behind the counter looked up and smiled. "Know what that is, young man?" She asked. Laughter seemed to be in her eyes. Jensen wasn't upset; he knew that he looked too all-American for this kind of stuff. People underestimated him all the time. "I give it to the one I love and it beats in time with my own." He answered and was rewarded with a bigger smile. "Traditionally given to brides, in fact." She countered. Jensen nodded and couldn't stop beaming. His wedding day to Low and the prospect of spending their lives together filled him with happiness. +++++++++++++++ Low ran a hand through her short and spiky purple hair and tried to repress the feeling of anxiety. The whole rental apartment was dark and far too quiet. Her boyfriend usually occupied this space with the sounds of his music or DVD collection. "Jensen?" She called out, calling a combat spell to hand as she did so. She told herself that Jensen could take care of himself. Not only did he take care of his strong athletic body but he'd been growing stronger with his telekinetic power too. Still, she was nervous. Her own talents as a witch and a seer sometimes meant that she was a target for all kinds of wickedness; she didn't want Jensen to pay for her deeds. Low stopped and sent out a wave of sensory power. Nothing indicated that she was in any danger, but there were some strange flickers of magic drifting down the hall. There appeared to be a glow coming towards her out of the darkness. Its course was too slow and fluttery for Low to read it as an attack, so she let it approach, but maintained a ready stance. It was a butterfly, shaped out of flame! The improbable creature flitted round her head until a dozen, or so more, all dancing about and filling the space with light joined it. Low smiled at the amazing sight. She extended her hand and one of her guides settled on her finger. She could feel its warmth but there was no pain so she took time to inspect its design. It was beautiful. Intrigued, she ambled down the hall after the bright little things. +++++++++++ She entered the small living room and her fiery friends alighted on the dozen candles around the room. Her eyes were drawn to the table in the centre. Perfectly sculpted out of bubbling champagne was a flawless rose. On looking closer she could see the effervescing bubbles bounce up the stem and burst in the transparent petals. She was so transfixed by the way the liquid flower radiated in the candlelight that she did not notice Jensen appear behind her. "Will you marry me?" He whispered gently into her ear. Low turned around slowly, her mouth open in astonishment. She could not believe that Jensen was able to do all this. "Yes." She sighed as he took her into his arms, and she knew that she never wanted to leave them. He gently caressed her back as he lowered his lips to her earlobe. "Mmmmmmm" She moaned as he nibbled her ear in just the way she liked. His arms made her feel so safe and she tingled as she basked in his warmth, savouring his smell, manly but clean. Now he tilted her head up towards his lips. Jensen kissed her softly as he pulled her down to the floor. "I love you, Low." He breathed against her cheek as he began to unfasten her blouse Low shivered. For all the wild times that she and Jensen had shared this is what she craved most, Jensen making love to her, sweet and perfectly. "Ahhhhhh" She groaned with pleasure when she felt his mouth playfully nipping at her nipples then kissing the pain away. "Damn, you're beautiful..." Jensen sighed, resting on an elbow to drink in an image of her in the glow. "Jensen..." Low growled deeply as she tugged at his shirt. Once he was topless she couldn't resist running her hands down his tanned arms, over the soft skin and muscles to where golden hair spread down to his wrists. She took his hands and pulled them around her as she began work to open his belt and drop his pants to the floor. Lighter than touch, Jensen unfastened the zip of her skirt and let it fall away. Low grabbed Jensen's ass, stroking and pulling it towards her. She loved the feel of the worn cotton and his strength hidden beneath. "I love you..." She whispered, as he guided her to the floor. He began to sing her sweet nothings as two gentle fingertips played over the fabric of her panties and then slipped down to rub at her clit. She arched her back at his physical touch but groaned as he psychically caressed her sensitive breasts. "I need ...you..." She moaned, shifting and parting her legs. Jensen knelt up, his telekinetic power all over her, warm and soothing, massaging and arousing all at once. Opening her eyes with difficulty Low watched as he pushed his boxers to his knees, and she growled her appreciation. She was aching for him to enter her. "Please..." Jensen smiled. "Anything....for you..." He promised as he carefully positioned the head of his cock and let their two bodies meld together. "Mmmmmm" She sighed as his inches filled her and he slowly began to rock them back and forth. She trailed her fingers over his back and to his narrow waist and down to his flexing ass. His kiss, his sweet lips pulled her from the world, there was nothing else, just the sensation of his body on hers. She shivered as she felt his torso slowly rise and fall with each delicious thrust against her. Deliberate, invisible pressure could be felt, on her buttocks, her feet, her neck and her ear lobes, like the warm air itself was kissing and adoring her. Jensen always put Low's satisfaction before his own and used every trick he possessed to bring her body to the height of pleasure. "aaaaaaaaah" Low uttered, as waves of ecstasy began to flow and ebb throughout her entire nervous system. Her hands were cradling him as he moved above her. She moved her hips in time with his, seeking the climax, trying to cling on to it as long as possible. "Ah ah ah..." She groaned. "Aaaah....mmm...." She came hard. A little while after, she was gazing at him with devotion in her eyes, caressing his soft skin on his strong arms. "I love you..." Jensen whispered as he resumed his thrusts between her thighs. He locked his eyes on hers as he sought his own relief. "Ugh...oh god..."He growled as Low grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, deeper into her. "........." He mouthed as he shot his load inside the woman who he was going to marry. +++++++++++++++++ A week later +++++++++++++++++ Jensen sat in the bar with several of his mates, waiting for the live act to begin. The bassist was another friend of his and the night looked set to be a good one. Low was out there somewhere, having had a vision of some supernatural wickedness that needed her attention. She'd promised to show up as soon as possible but Jensen missed her presence nonetheless. He was very aware that most of the guys were very coupled up. ++++++++++++++++++ "I've come to give you a hand with those." A woman said, indicating the round of drinks Jensen had just ordered. "Thanks." He smiled. He started to chat with the woman. He hadn't caught her name in the noise but he had the vague impression that she'd come in with Pat and Debbie. She seemed somewhat familiar but he couldn't place her. The woman was some years old than most of the other patrons. She was also rather overdressed for the bar, which was a scruffy indie/rock kind of place. Still if she was feeling uncomfortable in her nice top and skirt it didn't show. Those strapped up shoes definitely required a certain amount of confidence in their wearer. "Looking forward to the band?" He asked her as they made their way back to the tables. "Dunno. It's not really my kind of scene." She answered with a shrug. "Still it might be fun when it gets darker and people start to move together...getting sweaty..." Jensen realised that her hand was now on his bare knee. He looked at her, trying to interpret her signals. Instinctively he checked her out before he could check himself. She was hot; there was no denying it. Her hand had moved up now, up the leg of his combat shorts and he could feel her fingers tracing a pattern on the skin of his inner thigh. "I'm sorry. I've got a girlfriend." He said to her gently. "A fiancée actually. We're going to get married." "Oh." She said, retracting her hand. "Congratulations." That seemed to kill the conversation and shortly afterwards the mystery woman got up to talk to a bunch of men towards the back. They certainly seemed to appreciate her arrival. Jensen could see them blatantly ogling her buxom front and peering round to see her behind. A few seconds later Jensen had forgotten about her, as he began talking to a buddy about his van and whether it would be big enough to offer the drummer and his kit a ride home. ++++++++++++++ Low still hadn't turned up but Jensen had had a good time regardless. The beer had certainly been flowing and the music loud. Right now he'd gone to find a quiet space backstage. He wanted to call Low and find out when she was likely to appear. He wanted to hold her as they listened to the headlining act. "Hello again." A voice called out. Jensen turned to look down the poorly lit and almost deserted corridor. It was the lady from earlier. "Hey." He said. "I bet no-one ever comes back here." She said. "Two people to be very naughty down here." She had drawn closer to Jensen and pushed him gently against the wall. Before Jensen's drink-slowed reactions could act her hands were up and under his t-shirt and roaming over his chest. "Hey." He yelled. " I'm engaged, remember." She pushed her body up against his and kissed him. His mouth parted and she slipped her tongue inside. Jensen was frozen with surprise and his thoughts were sluggish. It was at least half a minute before he pushed her away. "Stop." He commanded. "I love my girlfriend." "Men say they love women all the time. This man loves that girl, maybe he wants to marry her...doesn't have to stop him wanting to get laid now and again..." She kissed him again, harder and this time Jensen let himself enjoy it, to respond. He was momentarily stupefied. One of his big hands took advantage of her backless top to rest at the small of her back. "No...I..." He cried for a second as their lips parted briefly, then her hand was searching past the waistband of his shorts. He pushed her away with effort. "I can't do this." "You want to." "I don't even know your name." Jensen protested, trying shake his head clear of intoxication. "Anonymous sex not a particular fantasy?" She gave a little chuckle. "The name's Georgia." She replied, trying to pull forward again but Jensen put his hands out to stop her. Without a backward glance he walked away from the amorous stranger and headed home. ++++++++++++++++ A short time later ++++++++++++++++ Georgia let herself into her apartment and immediately headed for the small den. She knelt down before a chalked pentagram on the floor. Her body began to jerk and cough. What happened next could best be described as the woman spewing forth a black slime from her mouth. She shuddered as her own consciousness regained control of her body in time to see the black liquid slide towards the dead crow in the centre of the arcane symbol. Trying to mask her disgust she watched the vile spirit take possession of the bird and it's dead head turn to face her. "I want longer next time." Came its foul voice. Georgia called the thing Dead Bird or DB for short. Its real name was something foreign, Indian maybe, and she could never pronounce it. Georgia shrugged. "How did we do?" She inquired, having no recollection of the night's events. The crow blinked disturbingly and then it told her. "Just a kiss!" Georgia complained. She had been after far more when she'd put this plan into action. She had invested so much time and hard work for just a kiss. "I warned you. You must be patient." Georgia cursed under her breath. She did not look forward to letting this rotting remnant back in her skin. Still, she thought as she poured herself a glass of wine, black magicks demanded lots of sacrifice. Hell knows she was willing to pay them. ++++++++++++++ Later that week ++++++++++++++ Jensen had just gotten changed. He and Low were going out with a group of friends that night and they were planning to announce their engagement. Jensen was just wondering if he had to wear a tie to the posh club where they had booked a private room when he heard something thump through the mailbox. He grabbed a tie that would go with his grey shirt and padded out into the hall to see what had been delivered at this time of the evening. There was a package on the doormat and Jensen looked at it quizzically. He wasn't expecting anything and he didn't think that Low was. He tore open the envelope and tipped the contents into his hand. The contents were a lacy red pair of panties and videotape. Nothing could have been more unexpected; he had to double-check the address on the front. Jensen looked at the underwear in his palm. They didn't look like anything that Low would ever wear...still Low was adventurous and was always playing little sexual games with him. He sniffed the fabric and was rewarded with the unmistakeable scent of a woman's musk. A little aroused, Jensen walked into the living room and inserted the tape into the VCR. +++++++++++++ The shot was a bit wobbly but Jensen immediately realised that the location was the bedroom he shared with Low. A figure walked into the frame. Georgia! And she was practically naked, except for the panties Jensen now held in his hand. Jensen gulped as the hot woman climbed onto the bed. He could see now that she wore red leather stiletto boots that accentuated her long slender legs. Jensen sat down as if his legs no longer had the power to support him. Georgia had moved onto all fours so her juicy round ass was all that was visible. Then her legs parted and Jensen could see her fingers rubbing at her crotch. He swallowed hard as he remembered his behaviour out in the hall and the smell came back to him. He watched transfixed as the stranger masturbated on his bed, her butt quivering in the air. He could hear her sharp intakes of breath as she continued to frig herself. Jensen rubbed his jaw. He couldn't believe his eyes. He had just decided to get up and eject the cassette when Georgia flipped over. Georgia caressed her naked breasts, pinching one large nipple and then the other. Then she abandoned them, placing both hands between her thighs. Long red nails peeled away the damp material that hid her snatch, treating Jensen to a perfect shot of her cunt. Any notion of stopping watching disappeared as his cock hardened in his pants. He was breathing hard now. His head was filled by the explicit visions on the screen. He leaned a little closer to the TV and he rubbed his belly absentmindedly. Georgia was really writhing now, with three fingers deep inside her, her clit between her thumb and forefinger. Her tits bounced up and down as she began to buck her hips towards the camera. Jensen readjusted himself reflectively as the pressure built against his fly. His hand stayed there, gripping his hard-on, as it held also held Georgia's panties. Georgia's eyes were closed and she was crying like a hardcore starlet as she rode her fingers. +++++++++++ He heard a noise and it took a second to recognise it as the sound of a key in their lock. The world flooded back to him. "Shit!" He cried as he slammed the off button on the remote, and again as he hadn't aimed it properly. The indecent panties were hastily shoved into his pocket just as his fiancé entered the room. "Are you nearly ready? Everyone's going to be getting there soon." Low said, too focused on fixing the strap of her dress to notice Jensen's breathing or the large bulge sticking out. "Just gotta put my shoes on." Jensen said back, hurrying past her. "You look fantastic, by the way." He added. ++++++++++++++++ "There was another victim last night. I pulled some strings with a detective I know. He's gonna see if he can get us in to check it out." Said Mama Rien, the portly black witch who had practically raised Low. Jensen heard what she'd said, but was only vaguely aware of the conversation. The room and its guests seemed distant and indistinct, as his mind swirled with questions. How had Georgia found him? How had she gotten into the apartment? Low had crafted enough wards around the place that it should have been easier to break into a bank. "And so I said 'like my martini, my tear ducts are dry. Go tell your sob story to someone who cares'." Knave said. Knave was Low's gay best friend but Jensen really liked him too. Usually he enjoyed talking to the Werebear and his flamboyant chat but tonight Jensen could only make noncommittal grunts and nods. Despite their lightness Jensen could feel the weight of Georgia's underwear in his pants. His mind flashed back to the videotape. Had she cum on the bed, had she done more than masturbate whilst she was there...? Jensen couldn't stop himself picturing what Georgia would look like as she reached sexual ecstasy. His cock twitched, it had been feeling heavy and full all evening, distracting him from everyone around him. He imagined he could feel the panties burning a hole in his pocket and the silky lace brushing against the sensitive skin of his cock. "This other guy, man! Wizard, really...he found out I was a Were and he wanted to do the sickest stuff I ever heard. I said to him ' how about I slap you silly until you're fucking disabused of the notion'!" Jensen nodded politely. Unconsciously he had put his hands in his pockets and his fingers had wrapped around the incriminating lace. "Hey Jensen. Heard what happened in Sixville. That's some crazy shit, huh?" Jensen looked round and took a second or two to recognise an old friend. They chatted about Sixville and succubae for a while but his heart wasn't really in it. His damned hard-on wouldn't subside and he was too concerned hiding it with his jacket clutched in his hand to pay attention to anything else. ++++++++++++++ Low sidled up to him, gave him a kiss on the cheek and took his hand in hers. All eyes in the room were on them and the conversation had fallen silent. "Ready?" Low whispered. Jensen felt a pang of guilt as he nodded. He'd completely forgotten the reason why they were all here. "Jensen and I are getting married." She beamed at all their assembled friends. The crowed applauded and cheered as Low pulled Jensen down for a kiss. Jensen felt ashamed that he'd spent the whole time thinking of another woman, when the girl he loved was right here and she loved him back. +++++++++++++++ Later that night +++++++++++++++ As soon as Jensen and Low returned home, and Jensen was alone in the living room he ejected the offending cassette and extracted the warm panties from his pocket. Low. He shoved both articles in his gym bag and vowed to throw them away as soon as possible. It felt like a huge weight was lifted. ++++++++++++++++++ "You okay, baby? You seemed a little off tonight. Not getting cold feet are you?" Low asked, as they were getting ready to go to bed. Jensen glanced over at his fiancée sitting on the bed. "No, of course not." He said, and he meant it. He loved her and wanted to spend the rest of his days with her. Seeing her sat there he knew that he wanted no other woman to share his bed. He told himself that he'd had a normal male reaction to Georgia's porn tape, that was all. Nothing to feel too guilty about! He'd never do anything that would hurt Low. He went to kiss the woman who would soon be his wife. ++++++++++++++ A week later ++++++++++++++ Jensen sat on the nearly empty bus, on his way to work. He was listening to his MP3 player and gazing out the window so he wasn't immediately aware that anyone had sat down next to him. He looked round. Georgia. He gulped and pulled his earphones out. "You." He growled. "What do think you're playing at, sending me that tape?" "What's the matter? You didn't enjoy it?" She purred. Jensen's eyes narrowed. "How did you know where I live? How did you break in?" "Stupid questions. Here's a better one. Does it excite you that I want you so much? That I want your cock so bad?" Jensen glanced around. He didn't want his fellow passengers to hear her words. "Listen. I'm taken and nothing you can say or do is going to get me to cheat on Low." He snarled quietly. Georgia smiled sweetly. "What did you do with my dirty panties?" "They are in the trash." "Shit. They were my only pair." She giggled, deep and gravely. Jensen took in her words and looked down at Georgia's lap. If her words were true then she could not be wearing anything under her short skirt. She took his hand and held it on her milky white thigh. When Jensen didn't pull away she slipped their hands higher. Jensen's eyes flashed to her face, his mouth open. It was if something about her rendered him powerless. After some long, painful seconds his fingers encountered the unmistakeable sensation of her bare pussy, her wet folds. "Ah." He groaned. "Feel how much I want you?" Georgia asked, breathing into his ear. Jensen pulled his hand away as if burned, or rather scolded by her wetness. "Shit." He cried. He couldn't believe what this bitch was capable of. At his exclamation a guy a few rows ahead turned round to stare at them. Jensen wondered what he could see on his face. The old man turned back to face the front and Jensen grabbed hold of Georgia's wrist and pulled her closer to him. "You're hurting me!" Georgia yelled. "What kind of bitch comes on to a man who's about married?!" He hissed, ignoring her pain. "You have no right to do that. I am happy with Low. I don't know what your problem is and I don't care. Stay away from me, you hear? Stay away from my home! I am not interested in what you have to offer." The nosy dude tilted his head to listen. "Really?" Georgia inquired snidely as she pulled herself together, stood up and held on to a stanchion. She leaned over him so Jensen got a good view of her great cleavage. "Your hard cock betrays you, babe." Jensen saw that his cock was producing a visible bulge. It killed him that this twisted slut had not only aroused him but that she had seen the effect she had on him. She flung something at him before she exited the bus at the next stop. It was her address on a little card. He held it in his hands, turning it over and over. He tore it up, eventually. +++++++++++++++++ Some weeks later +++++++++++++++++ Mama Rien's detective had come through and snuck them on to a crime scene. Low looked around the shabby apartment. The body was gone, of course. Only the blood stains on the couch indicated the brutal murder had ever taken place. The forensic team had been thorough but had found very little physical evidence. Still, Mama and Low weren't here to find physical evidence. The night the crime had occurred echoes of it had reverberated across the ether and riled up the spirits. This murder had mattered. It meant more than the usual, tragic deaths of most victims. Though no occult paraphernalia was present, both witches could feel the taint of black craft in the air. They looked at each other. This was the fourth body found like this. Low reached out with her invisible senses, grimacing as soiled and unpleasant vibes assaulted her. The spell hadn't been cast here, the perp must have brought it with them, but it lingered along with the smell of decay. Low frowned. Something raised the hairs on the back of her head. Something lay under the blanket of the strongest vibes...something like a memory.... "Nothing to say why...what their intention was..."Mama said quietly but Low's concentration was broken anyway. "Lots of things a death can be used for, if you are prepared to use one." Low said grimly. ++++++++++++++++ Low said goodbye to Mama and got in a waiting taxi. She knew that she had recognised something at the crime scene, she just didn't know what. Low cleared her mind and prepared to meditate on the journey home. Maybe if she stopped trying so hard it could come back to her. She called up some spirits, feeling them circle her though they were unseen. +++++++++++++++ The cab was pulling into her street when it hit her like a bolt of lightning. "Sorry, sorry. Can we just keep going?" The driver looked at her then shrugged. "Where to?" "Just drive around." He tutted and watched the strange girl in the back of his car. She had pulled out a battered A-Z and begun to mutter to herself as she leafed through the book. He just hoped she had enough cash to pay the meter. ++++++++++++++ The meter read $25 by the time the girl stated a new destination. Ahmed took a sharp left and headed back in the direction towards where he'd picked her up in the first place. Low was excited. She was sure that her intuition was correct and once she got where she was going she'd be proved right. She pulled her cell from her tatty bag. First she called Mama but got no reply. Then she called Jensen, with the same result. Oh well, she could handle this herself. Probably. +++++++++++++ Low watched the cab pull away. The jerk hadn't agreed to wait for her. The neighbourhood she stood in was quiet and dark. It had clearly seen better days. Most of the lawns were unmown and littered with mattresses, fridges and other assorted junk. She walked down the street, sending a sense out to each house and hoping for a returning ping. Bingo! She'd hit a house protected by wards. Dark ones studded with curses. Very little had been done to camouflage them. Low shook her head. Amateurish! She crept up the drive though the house was dark. Putting her hand against the door jam Low inspected the spells guarding the door. The occupant had skimped and taken shortcuts. The spells overlapped like tiles on a roof except that there were several big holes in the overall coverage. Low smiled. She'd be able to get in without even having to disturb the security. She could get in; nose around and no one would be able to tell. Low projected a tiny part of herself into the house, getting an idea of the interior as well as checking it was empty of people and booby traps. ++++++++++++++ The door creaked open and Low, with a quick look behind her, snuck in. +++++++++++++ The first thing that struck her was that there were lights on. They hadn't been visible from the street?! Masked? That took a lot more power and competency than Low expected from the inhabitant, based on the wards. She took a step inwards, though all her instincts were telling her to get out. Surprises meant danger. ++++++++++++ Creak. Someone was walking in the kitchen. Low paused. She'd gotten as far as the living room. The house was supposed to be empty. Double blind wards!? They'd appeared weak but only because they'd been designed to. Her whole surveillance had been what they'd wanted her to see. Low cursed under her breath. Double blinds were very rare. Only crafters who wielded old and powerful magicks could even create them! Out of the corner of her eye, Low saw movement. She turned, trying to call power to her fingertips, but she was not fast enough. Blam! A force of energy slammed into her, lifting her off her feet. "Uugh" She cried as she hit a wall, her shoulder screaming as it was rammed into a shelf, knocking a bonsai tree to the floor with a crash. The force field held her against the old wallpaper. No magic would come, either. Low looked at the source of the blast. An ugly looking black bird looked back. Anyone could see that it wasn't exactly alive. Its chest was open, gaping even and one wing hung unnaturally at its side. It reeked, not just of death, but also of craft as black as its feathers. The bird seemed content to just watch her struggle uselessly. "Its always fucking walls." Low breathed under her breath. She looked around her as she waited for someone to enter the room. The bonsai had surely alerted them. She had a great view of the dust on top of the TV and the dead fish that floated in a tank to her left. Well, homicidal witches couldn't be expected to look after pets and be good housekeepers... "Low. What a unexpected pleasure!" A voice called out. +++++++++++++++ Low looked round at Alice Deeds, an old adversary from her days in Sixville. Low almost didn't recognise her, but her aura helped our heroine place her. She'd changed. She'd lost all the fat that had made her chubby and unattractive. Now she looked like a porn star, especially as the silk slip she wore left very little to the imagination. The most startling transformation was in the eyes. On their first encounter Low had seen a silly witch with serious issues and poor self-esteem, now she really could believe Alice was a cold-blooded killer. "Alice. Is this what you really want? You've killed people, Alice. What had they done to you?" Low spoke...maybe some part of the woman could be reasoned with. The woman wandered over to the bird on the perch and began to stroke it. "You bound me and sent me away. I had nothing! Nothing! No magic, no Westoby......ha ha ha ha but there are ways around every obstacle if you are willing to pay the price." Low could see in Alice's aura how much it had cost her. "Dead Bird here promised me power, so much power. And revenge against you, of course. But if you take something from Death you must give something back. It's only polite....what's one life here or there? It was nothing personal." ++++++++++++++ Just then a man walked in to the room. "Low!" Jensen cried from the doorway. "Jensen?" Low yelled. Her mind filled with relief. He'd come to rescue her. Alice wouldn't be able to stand up to both of them, whatever nefarious alliance she had made. Wait! He'd been here before her. What was he doing here? A look of horror filled her face. Jensen looked guilty, like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't. Alice watched their exchange with an amused look on her face. Her fiancé ran across the room but the force holding Low against the wall also wouldn't let him within 10 feet of her. "Georgia? What's going on?" He said, turning to the other woman. "That's Alice Deeds! She's gone mad. We have to get out of here. Help me!" Jensen looked at Alice/Georgia. How could the woman in front of his eyes, who had been seducing him, really be the overweight Alice they'd beaten before? This woman was hot. He gazed over her body, her large breasts, the pert nipples protruding through the silk, her slim waist and long legs. He looked at Low, at Georgia and back at Low, who couldn't believe the indecision written across his face. Georgia walked towards him and put an overly intimate arm around him. "Jensen got here about here about 10 minutes before you did, Low. Are you wondering what he's doing here?" She asked, her face full of malicious glee. Low tried to glare at Georgia but her eyes were welling up. "Why did you come here, Jensen?" The confused man looked like a lost little boy. He could see that Low thought he had betrayed her. "Low. I...I came here to tell her to leave me...us ....alone. You have to believe me...." Georgia sidled round so she was behind Jensen. "She thinks you were here to fuck me, baby...." "Low...no...." "She's right, isn't she? You came here tonight because you couldn't resist me. You want me." Jensen was frozen. He couldn't find the words to deny it. Suddenly Georgia walked over to Low. "I've been coming on to your boyfriend for weeks. Oh, he give all the right protests. "He loves you". "He'd never cheat on you". "He doesn't want to hurt you." But he's here isn't he?" "Jensen..." Low let out a little sob. "Did he tell you that we've kissed?" Georgia inquired, standing next to Low now, so Low could feel her breath on her neck. "He watched me frig myself silly on your bed." "No..."Jensen cried. He couldn't bear to see Low's face as Georgia inflicted this news on Low. "He put his hand up my skirt on a public bus." Low was trembling now, tears silently running down her check. Georgia held Low's betrothal locket in her palm. "Did you feel it, Low? When his heart stopped beating for you," She paused for effect. " and started to beat for me?" She let it fall back around Low's neck. "Tonight your faithful boyfriend came here to fuck me." ++++++++++++ Georgia was stroking Jensen's cheek. He was staring at the floor, unable to meet her eyes. "You held out so long, baby. But since our kiss I've been in the back of your mind, haven't I? No matter how hard you fought you thought of me, haven't you? She was so close and her power seemed so undeniable, inevitable. Jensen glanced at Low, so sagged against the wall like the Son of God on the cross, her face buried in her shoulder, making whimpering noises. She had given up on him. "Yes...." He moaned, his body quaking. Georgia rewarded him with a kiss on his lips. There was no response from Jensen, his face as still as a mask, at least, at first. Slowly his lips parted to allow her tongue to enter his mouth and soon his kiss was as hard and as urgent as her own. Georgia ran her hands over his chest, feeling the solid body beneath his shirt. She undid the first two buttons as Jensen's mouth travelled to an earlobe and her soft neck. Very quickly she tugged his shirt off and caressed his almost hairless torso. Her delicate fingers drifted over his nipples, beautiful against his light tan. "Stop...." Jensen breathed, expelling the word with difficulty. "I can't do this.....not like this..."He pleaded, his eyes flashing towards Low. "Not like ....this." Georgia used the waistband of his jeans to pull him back towards her. "Isn't a tiny part of you turned on by the fact that we're doing this right in front of her? That she can see your lust for me? "This is wrong...." He added but Georgia had heard the answer she'd wanted in his tone of voice. Her hands went to his fly and he did nothing to stop her as she unfastened the buttons of his fly. Each one was undone slow and deliberate. "Ohhhh jesus...." He groaned as her hand slipped inside his jeans and gripped onto his hard cock. "Your mine now." "Yes...." He confessed as he dropped to his knees. He couldn't resist her. He'd do whatever she wanted. +++++++++++++ Low raised her weary head, driven by some morbid impulse to see. Jensen's upper body was obscured by Georgia's back, but through her parted legs she could see his pants around his knees and his cock tenting in his boxers. She saw his left hand move to Georgia's bare thigh and its ascent as it pushed up her slip until it squeezed her perfect ass, drawing her body towards him. "Aaaah...." Georgia groaned, arching her back as Jensen's mouth reached her pussy. He began to eat her out in earnest, nosily, without the restraint of conscience. Georgia pushed her crotch against him, to match the action of his tongue as it licked and parted her quivering folds. "mmmm...mmph...." Jensen moaned as her juices flowed. She tasted better than he'd imagined in all his fantasies of the past weeks. Georgia ran a hand through his short hair, before gripping hold of his broad shoulders. He latched on to her throbbing clit and sucked as he penetrated her with two fingers "Ooooh..." Georgia groaned and Jensen looked up, his eyes sparkling at her reaction. "Ooooh God....mmmmm" Low looked away as the man she loved brought Georgia to orgasm but she couldn't stop the seemingly unending moans from reaching her ears. +++++++++++++ Georgia had dropped to the floor after her climax had weakened her but Jensen had not relented. He'd simply spread her legs and continued to fuck her with his tongue. The second orgasm, coming so soon after the first was almost unbearable. Georgia wondered if her screams of pleasure were audible out on the street. Her eyes shut, she felt Jensen's big strong hands rip the straps at her shoulders and pull down her slip until her tits were exposed to the air. With all the passion of a man releasing weeks of suppressed desire Jensen fell upon her breasts, with hands and mouth. "I love your tits." He sighed, as his tongue raced to taste every part of them. "Big, beautiful tits...." Georgia thought he'd said something else but it couldn't be heard because he'd squashed her tits together, burying his face in them. "Better than Low's?" She asked. "Much better..." He replied, pulling his smiling face level with hers. They kissed, his hands still fondling her breasts, his body a welcome weight between her legs. "Fuck me, baby. Please?" Georgia pleaded when she had enough breath to do so. He propped himself up on one hand and looked down at her glistening body. He could see her need for him. One of his hands and one of hers shoved his boxers down. Georgia took a few seconds to admire his gorgeous male physique, all sweaty and hot, then she took hold his cock. It was big and weighty and it felt great in her hand. Both of them were looking down between them as she guided it to her wet opening. Jensen pushed his hips and worked his way into her tight tunnel. "God...that feels good. So fucking tight.... "The best cunt you ever fucked?" "Absolutely..." Jensen replied with a little laugh. He started to thrust slow, watching his lover's face each time he plunged deep inside her. He raised himself on his hands, watching as Georgia moaned beneath him, her hands on her tits, pinching her nipples as his cock slide inside her again and again. +++++++++++++ Georgia rolled with him, pulling her body round so that she sat astride him. Immediately Jensen wrapped his arms around her, kissing and sucking at her bountiful breasts. She thrust her pelvic muscles and his cock disappeared into her as her cunt met his balls and pubic hair. "Naaa..." He grunted as she wiggled in his arms and let her long hair fall about his face. His cock had never been fucked like this, her cunt so tight and constricting around it. He lay back on the rug, one hand running up Georgia's powerful thigh, the other stroking his belly, his pecs. Georgia put her hands on his shoulders, letting her tits swing and bounce tantalisingly close, as she worked her magic. He was breathing hard, panting as she rode him. "Ohhhh.....yesss....." She put her hands behind her, on his knees, affording Jensen a clear view of his slick inches as they slipped into her shaved snatch. Low. "I'm...gonna...cum....." He cried with effort. Georgia smiled and glanced at the woman hanging on the wall, the woman whose man she was fucking. "Make her watch, baby. Make her see." Jensen frowned. He had forgotten all about Low. He smiled a wicked smile. "I'll make her watch as I cum inside you. ++++++++++++++ Low had retreated to some other place in her consciousness, the events of the room happening on the periphery of her senses, unreal if she concentrated hard enough. Then an invisible power snaked out and took hold of her chin, forcing her face forward. Her eyes were forced to bear witness to the fornicating couple rutting on the floor in front of her. +++++++++++++++ "Give all your cum...baby...." Georgia begged, a hand reaching past her ass to fondle Jensen's balls. "Show that bitch what you think of her runty little body compared to mine...." Jensen couldn't articulate words, bestial grunts were the best he could master as he writhed and jerked, but was clear that her words drove him faster. "Uuungh...." He cried as shot after shot of his cum was blasted deep into her. "Ha ah ah...." +++++++++++++++++ Epilogue ++++++++++++++++ Low hung there a long time. She couldn't say how long. It had been long enough to see Jensen and Georgia/Alice get dressed and move about the house. She hadn't been thinking rationally enough to interpret their actions until they'd left the house, a suitcase in hand and Dead Bird safely caged. They'd abandoned her without a backward glance. The spell that held her wore off eventually but she didn't move for some time after that. She made her way home slowly, walking across the city as the light of dawn was just appearing. The pain in her feet was nothing compared to the tiredness she felt. ++++++++++++ She let herself in and she knew that they'd stopped by here. They'd left an unmade bed and the scent of sex in the air. They'd taken all of Jensen's stuff that they could carry. Instinctively at the sight of the answer phone flashing she pressed the button for playback. Low blinked as the first sounds were heard. "I want her to hear me suck your cock..." Georgia's voice said and was accompanied by a laugh from Jensen and the sound of his pants hitting the floor. Low listened to it all. By the sounds of it Georgia was as good at sucking cock as she was at fucking. Jensen had obviously enjoyed it. +++++++++++++++ Low showered and got dressed. She looked at herself in the mirror. Wretched didn't even begin to describe her appearance. She toyed with the golden heart around her neck, feeling the beat of Jensen's pulse wherever he was. She didn't notice her fingers begin to warm up, not even once they began to burn.