The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The floor turns from stone to rich hard wood. The walls shine and pulse with a red glow that looks so much like Rust’s but at the same time less intense. Its built like an old mansion from a time that never actually happened. A large chandelier hangs from the ceiling filling the room with a beautiful pale light. In front of us a large staircase leads up to a higher level with two doors on either side. Rich moldings line the walls. It looks so fantastic, so beautiful, so . . . amazingly ornate.

“Come, Aurora. We must be quick if we’re to have you ready for your sister’s arrival.” Rust takes my hand again as she leads us up the stairs. I can’t find any words.

This place is just too amazing!

“Years, my dawn, years of planning, all for this! All of them the result of my mother’s incomplete experiments! Yana’s overflowing ink at it’s core is just the Nesatealia red made liquid and slick. Oil made to ink merely by a young girl’s misunderstanding of her nature.” Rust grins wider, tugging me quicker through the mansion so fast I can barely see where we are or keep track of how we got here. “Magic is so fickle with its own properties. Light believed to be electric changes form and function just the same. It makes one wonder if that was what gave your mother the final nudges to become what she is.”

I don’t know enough to comment. None of the magic she’s taught me has been that kind of magic. I still don’t understand why her eyes are silver and red instead of swirled together like Sylvia. I still don’t know why she said I’d be getting red hair.

We only stop going through door after door once we reach a room with a large gold dais at the center. On two of its sides stand silver statues that look stolen right from the shrine of Athena. On the far side stands one made of brass or bronze with her arms spread, face looking up to the sky. The walls are lined with books.

At the center of the dais is a ruby surrounded by gold. Something about it makes me feel like it should be familiar, but I can’t place why. It feels like another lifetime ago.

“Perfect! This is . . . oh so perfect! Her greatest work. What Yanuka spent her whole life trying to replicate unsuccessfully! If she hadn’t been so eager for revenge as she was for this she’d have them both!” Rust breaks into mad laughter as she pulls the large pendant up from the dais and holds it tightly to her chest. “The greatest magical secret that Sanctuary ever had . . . and now it’s mine!”

Now we know where to go. Everyone’s awake. The High Priestess’s chamber makes a good enough war room even if calling it that doesn’t really sound quite right. I guess you could call what we’re planning a war, but it’s definitely on a much smaller scale.

“I don’t like the idea of staying behind while the three of you run off and play hero.” Counter Spell frowns and slams her staff down hard into the stone floor of the temple. I can’t entirely disagree with her. “I know how important this is, but what if she has a plan b? What if all this does is just make it so you aren’t ready? What if we can’t do it in time?”

Hope frowns and readjusts her mask. There was too much tech inside to just magically re-size it and for some reason it doesn’t quite fit like it used to. That, or she’s just not used to wearing it. “You know this is the best chance we have of stopping her, Counter. The Wardens might not have a counter to everything that we’ve got, let’s face it, we’ve got less than no way to counter them. Besides this. If we work on it together, you, Leora, and me, we can do this. It’s that or we just throw ourselves at a dozen women redesigned from the ground up to be able to stop us.”

Counter crosses her arms and huffs. “I still don’t like it, but I’ll do it. Mina just better be thankful when I tell her I was responsible instead of getting to be one of the ones out there having fun.”

“Don’t worry, Counter Spell! I’ll bloom into action for you! Heather and I will make sure to work extra hard so you won’t be missing the fun for no good reason!” There is not a single time where Flora fails to be absolutely adorable. She even smells sweet, but the flowers do help with that.

Heather looks a lot less like Heather now, but she’s gearing up to help me take on Rust. Her hair is a lot longer, a lot more red, and I don’t know what to call the vaguely covering piece of blue uniform she wears over her much more curvaceous body. She looks like what would happen if someone made Jessica Rabbit actually attractive and then made her a super heroine. I know I definitely wouldn’t kick her out of bed.

She holds out her hand and smiles when Counter’s staff flies into it. “And I can do that to those toys of theirs. It might be enough to help make things a little bit more even.” As nice as it would be to wait till the Warden threat is neutralized if Rust is ready to react to that it’ll be better if we’re split up working on both problems at once.

Counter huffs and holds out her hand. “Unless those rods somehow can counteract your powers like they’d apparently be able to counteract my magic. Making one artifact like that would take a lot of resources. How Sanctuary ever ended up with twelve of them . . .”

Psiona floats Counter’s staff back into her hand. Leora grins. “We’re very resourceful people here in Sanctuary, Counter Spell.” Then she says some words I’ve never heard before that sound like gibberish.

They must mean something because Counter Spell’s eyes widen. “Well, let’s get going. Good luck, you three. Remember, don’t take any unnecessary risks, especially not until we finish up on this side. With Hope’s extensive knowledge of magical energy, my book magic, and Leora’s experience with whatever it is you women from Sanctuary do that youc all magic, we should be done in no time. That, or we’ve already lost.”

I frown and pull Counter Spell into a tight hug. “I’m going to hope for anything but that.”

“That’s right, just stand still, right there, right like that my sweet little dawn. This shouldn’t hurt too much. And once it’s done, you’ll be the first in a new line of women made to my specifications. Only with you . . . Oh, how can I lie, there’s so very little that needs to be changed!” Rust breaks into laughs again as she tightly clutches the ruby hanging around her neck.

I stand obediently before her and take a deep slow breath so I can stay still as possible. I still don’t completely understand what it is that she’s going on about, but I get the feeling I will very shortly.

Being the first she blesses with her new gift is the best present she could have gotten me!

“You see, none of the first generation Nesatealia were Red’s daughter. There’s a long held belief, backed up heavily by observation, that daughters will always possess a greater potential than their mothers. For Red, that meant any daughter she had could be a light bearer – or something even more powerful! Once she used her magic to reshape herself, to make herself into the succubus she became, she decided that it was time to make herself a new family. But rather than go through the effort of using such intense magic again and again, she made this!” Rust’s voice has a quality I’ve never heard it take on before. It’s so full of raw bliss she’s almost tripping over her words.

It’s hard to think of her as clumsy, but she almost is right now.

She holds out the ruby towards me, and light begins to build up inside. “She took witches from several families, including the LaSilvas, and no one saw them again. Even though The Council had already studied her transformation and found a way to use the process to create the Wardens . . . all they learned was how to take one woman and copy her likeness onto others. They couldn’t understand the magic enough to make it theirs, to use it as she did. She made herself a family. Those women she took were the first Nesatealia! And now you, much as they, will become my first. Reborn.”

My eyes widen. She’s going to make me a part of her family? A little voice inside of me doesn’t like that. It doesn’t want to like that. As much as that means her red, so much more of her red, I don’t want that. It’s so hard to stay still when every part of me that isn’t the part thinking is trying to fight me.

A concentrated beam of red begins to slowly extend from the ruby as Rust pushes it out towards me. “This magic can do so much more than just make a woman a Nesatealia. Can you imagine it Aurora? Leora’s hair turning a dull ordinary blonde! Your mother a redhead right along side you, or perhaps a blue out of spite! Maybe back to black . . . I’ll be able to change it at a whim!“

As much as I want to move, I can’t. The red grows nearer by the moment but I just feel more frozen in place.

“You’re going to be the first to witness my ascent to Goddess-hood, Aurora. It’s only fitting that I should make you my daughter in exchange.”

“This really is pretty remote! It’s too bad we aren’t here to relax. This place is beautiful!” Leave it to Flora to stay positive even in the face of danger. Yanta’s old haunt is as much in the middle of nowhere as I’ve ever seen before. There are a few trees, some mountains on the far side of it, and some grass, but otherwise it’s just not that interesting.

It might be a little less disconcerting if the sky was at least blue. With how everything looks so far away it’s easy to feel like we’re at the very edge of Sanctuary. You might not be able to fall off the edge of the Earth, but this isn’t Earth.

“Some other time we’ll need to spend a day here, Flower. For now, we should probably focus on finding Aurora before she doesn’t have any more days.” Psiona snaps both Flora and me out of our thoughts. “That’s not even mentioning that Rust’s master plan apparently has something to do with the only one tough enough to take down her mother. No matter what ever happened to Aurora her metal just took it. Something that can actually hurt her is not something I’d like to see running around the world.”

“You bet. Since I dragged you both out here, I think I should go in first. Just be ready to fling anyone into a wall who starts trying to tie me up, okay?” Trying to do my best Aurora impression I smile wide and give a thumbs up. It just feels like something she’d do.

The door is the same size as the doors to The Council Building, but that doesn’t make it very hard to open. I give both halves of the double-door a shove and they fly open with remarkable ease. Rust must have not seen any reason to trap the door. It makes sense. If she has the Wardens at her beck and call what does it matter if someone comes in? They aren’t going to be wandering around for long.

Red light flows out from the door making the stone of the walls and the floor look red. The rusted sconces on the walls are dripping with black ink. I don’t need to touch it to realize it’s Yana’s ink. I can feel it inside of me.

Without even thinking I reach out my hand towards it and can feel the words laced through it. There’s so much ink filling this place it almost feels alive with it. “The portal . . . it’s open. Don’t touch the black goo dripping from the walls. It’s ink . . . but not normal ink. Magic ink. It can rewrite your mind. And you don’t want it overwriting every page of your brain with one word.”

Flora takes a step beside me, leaning just close enough for me to feel the curve of her breast against my back. “What word?”

“Open.”

The red from her ruby is unlike any other feeling I’ve ever felt before. Edges of it feel like the same red that Rust uses, but it’s more than that. It feels like when I slam through a wall so hard my body turns to metal, but it’s happening so much deeper and so much more completely. It feels the way a scab tingles when it heals. Its like whiteout being poured all over me and filled in with red.

It’s harder and harder to remember the way that things used to feel. It’s harder to remember what’s different.

My chest burns and I can feel the silver inside of me change. Mutable, passionate energy shifts and feels so much hungrier than I’ve ever felt before. I can see the red pulsing inside of me as it ore than just remakes me, but becomes a part of me too.

More than just full of ravenous hunger, I feel fueled by it. Driven by it. I want. There’s so little that I want but I want it so much it burns away at everything else.

A woman with silver and amethyst eyes.

Living up to the legacy of my mothers.

Saving the world.

They all feel like things that I can never have but can never stop wanting. Aching burns through me, making me feel stronger the more that I want. The more I remember that woman with those magical lips I feel it. The more I think of my mother’s betrayed and horrified eyes and her arching quivering chest. The more I think of all of the women who have stood between me and making the world a safe place.

Want. Its a hot burning ache inside of me that feels magnetic. The more I think of it that really is what it’s like. It’s like being a magnet that’s only powerful because what it wants isn’t there. Its pulling me forward, tearing me, tugging me along.

But it, is me.

Sylvia.

I want Sylvia.

Everything else latches onto that as my mind and body rebuild themselves around that concept.

My eyes open. The sight of my red and silver haired mother is the first thing that I see. It’s impossible to remember five minutes ago, but I can remember five years. Sylvia. So much Sylvia. I can’t remember ten hours ago but ten years still has Sylvia.

Rust is twined through it all, wrapped around Sylvia in my mind, but I can’t remember the first time we met, unless that moment was right now.

I can remember her teaching me. Magic. The nature of Sanctuary. History. Logic. So many little things that seemed so unimportant. It feels like she must have taught me everything I know. But now . . .

“Hello my precious dawn. It’s time to flutter those beautiful red eyes of yours, and show mommy how much you love her.”

“I know you said not to touch the black stuff, but it’s kinda everywhere Sylvia. You’re sure this stuff is really that bad?” Flora’s attempt to stay optimistic unfortunately doesn’t do much to change that what used to be a three to five person hallway is now barely big enough for two with how much ink is dripping over the floor. Either this is a very sloppy portal opening, or she was expecting us.

Neither is particularly appealing. “Very, very sure Flower. It might be slower than it usually is, but it is definitely not good stuff. At best it’ll make you feel more inclined to open things as it is right now. At worst your eyes and hair will turn black and we’ll need to leave you behind unless I can spark it out of you.”

Flora clears her throat. “All right! Avoiding the black ink goo. Priority number one!”

“Let’s see if I can’t make that a little bit easier!” I turn back to see Psiona holding her hands out infront of her and then flings them back to her sides. Dramatic as it sounds all of the ink dripping onto the floor slams hard against the walls. “Parting the black sea? Nothing to it.”

We all share a laugh before continuing to move forward. Psiona keeps her arms out at her sides, and the ink stays against the walls. There should be Wardens all around the building but there’s no one. This place was not meant to be empty. It gives an already creepy location a feeling like the walls are alive. With no actual people to see us it feels like everything else should be seeing us instead. I was hoping that Hope and Counter would be able to take care of the Wardens for us before we ran into any, but some resistance would feel better.

Psiona speaks up, moving ahead of me before turning back to whisper. “There’s someone close. I can’t tell what they’re thinking, but I can feel them . . .”

Blinking, I whisper back “I didn’t know you were a telepath.”

“Long story short, when you’re awakened or whatever us tele-people are, negative reinforcement can do a lot of really nasty things. They’re around... that corner. There has to be at least ten of them. Their minds are really quiet. Flora’s is a thousand times louder while she’s asleep.” Heather points at a corner, and I narrow my eyes at it hoping to feel something.

An adorable blush rises to Flora’s cheeks. “I always have really vivid dreams when I sleep near you, that’s all. What should we do?”

“Well they’re antiwitch, right? I’ll give them something to focus on.” Not waiting for them to disagree I tear off around the corner to come face to face with what has to be at least fifteen Wardens.

It’s frightening how similar all of them look. They all have the same sky blue eyes, the same blue hair, and the same uniform. All of their hair has been loosened, so it’s hard to tell which of them is Zandra. They’re all exactly the same height. Except for differences in their unmasked faces there’s so little that sets them apart. There’s some variance on their curves, but it all seems so subtle and ignorable compared to everything else.

None of them make a move, but sure enough, the room behind them is shining an even brighter red. That has to be the portal. She got it open.

Steeling myself with a deep breath I run as fast as I can right at them, building my Nebula around me on the way.

I know I’ve made love, fucked, and had sex before, but none of it has been like this. Both of our nude bodies wrapped in pure crimson light, grinding and rubbing together so hard I can almost feel us becoming one, this is new. This is amazing.

On the floor together, my left leg hooked over her right, and her right hooked over my left, this is paradise. Its almost hard to see her past the red, but it’s so easy to feel her. Every curve of my red and silver haired mother grinding and presses so tight to mine. The swell of her breasts mash into mine, nipples rubbing together as our magic draws them tighter together.

“My dawn . . . my red passionate dawn!” Rust’s lips find mine again and I yield to the shared need. My lips are burning just as hot, just as red as her own. I know that she needs to kiss me just as much as I need to kiss her.

Certainty has never tasted as good as my mother.

Her silver burns into me along her thighs, and I push my slick lips that much harder against hers with my red. I’ve never felt powerful like this before. My fingers slide through Rust’s hair, pulling it just hard enough to feel her moan into my mouth as I melt my lips harder into hers.

I twine my red down along her hair as I pull it tighter. She breaks the kiss, still bucking her hips against mine as her voice comes out in a breathless howl. “Aurora . . .! Harder! Don’t hold back! Don’t hold anything back!”

“Yes, mother! Nothing!” I close my teeth around her lower lip, suckling it into my mouth as I pin her body under mine. Her pussy shudders in the kiss against mine as I pull her lip taut. I tug her hair tighter to arch her neck to kiss and suckle along the tender skin.

All I can think about is her, and how spending this time here with her now makes me burn hotter with need for Sylvia. Even as I claw my nails down her back, letting the tips turn just metal enough to tease at tearing her skin without fulfilling, my passion for Sylvia makes me stronger. My need to feel her in my hands, to help my mother save the world, its not a hindrance. It just makes it better that I can only do one thing at a time because it helps me savor the ache of unfulfillment even as my thighs shake and my toes curl.

Even as Rust screams and I scream with her, feeling our bodies surrender to pleasure in the same sweet moment, there’s so much more that I want.

“Mmm, come now Aurora, let’s—”

“No mother . . . you said hold nothing back. And I’m not done.”

Before I can get anywhere near the Wardens they all raise their wands at once, all besides one who just points as though all of the others could feel it. Blue light wraps around one of my arms, and then the other. I try to wave my arms and let more of my magic flow over them, but my wrists still slam together over my head as the light transmutes to leather. It tightens so hard, grinding my hands together, but I don’t stop.

I do stop when another strap comes from the ceiling, tugging me off of my feet. I try to scream out to warn Flora and Psiona, but before I can a ball gag is filling my mouth. The dizzying scent of real leather is so intense.

Blue light wraps around my legs as I try to kick free of the leather that slams my ankles together just as tight as my wrists. Another leather strap connects with the bonds holding my legs. I thrash and struggle, screaming as loud as I can through the gag only to feel the bonds grow tighter.

Dangling from the air is not a great strategic position. No matter how hard I struggle all that happens is I sway a little more. The Wardens step closer and my eyes widen.

My nebula is dissipating around me the longer that I’m trapped in these bonds. I flail and tug harder at them, but it’s no use. The bonds are nullifying my magic. Struggling harder just makes the blue feeling binding inside of me feel more intense. It’s almost like the bonds are holding my self instead of just my body.

Being surrounded by Wardens while being suspended from the ceiling at face level is not how I intended this to work out. The last time I took on a Warden I was able to overwhelm her with my power, but the ink reacted differently to the blue in Zandra than my Nebula is to their bonds. If I could just reach out for that ink dripping from the candles, pull it closer, change the words inside of it . . .

One rod pushes into the center of my open star, and another pushes under my skirt. The soothing clenching power of my own nebula bursts over my chest and between my legs. The ball gag doesn’t do nearly enough to make my screams quiet.

Another Warden raises her rod and thrusts it towards the space between my eyes. I close them tight as I can to try preparing for the blow of my own power shuddering through my mind, but it never comes. A breeze of something flying by my face happens instead. “If you girls aren’t going to play nicely then none of you can play at all. It’s all fun and games until someone loses their minds!”

When I open my eyes the rods are being ripped from the Wardens’ hands. Doubtlessly they’re flying back to Psiona! “Mph! Mmph mmm mmph mph!” A well earned thank you never comes out right with a gag in the way.

I hold my breath as hard as I can when a strong flowery scent fills the air. The Wardens start to sway as they rush past me towards their stolen rods. Flora pops up in front of me with a wink as she reaches up to try pulling off the gag. It holds tight, if anything tightening more as she tugs at the straps.

Psiona cries out behind me, but I can’t wrench myself around to see what’s happening through all of the blue. This could be going a lot better, but I’m still thinking my own thoughts, so I’m pretty sure this could be going a lot worse.

“Now? Now I’m done.” I grin up at mother’s face from between her legs as I finish suckling up every last drop of her warm sticky juices. She even tastes like her powers feel, and the inner lips of her beautiful pussy are silver and red just like her upper pair. Goddess, she’s so delicious.

She shakes with each breath she takes, collapsed back onto the floor with her legs over my back and her hands clutching at the ruby’s stand behind her head. Red and silver surround her face like a tangled mass of rusted wires stuck to the sweat glistening over her body. Her red nipple is redder still from the earlier tugs of my teeth, and it’s silver sister glistens as much with her sweat as my saliva.

Getting a chance to pleasure her without anything sating my own passions feels so invigorating. The look of euphoric oblivion is so hot. Her lips keep moving like they should be speaking, but then she moans instead.

I think that I did a good job at fulfilling her need to feel everything that I have to feel.

My lips kiss a path back up her body, making stops at her nipples on the way. Their trip ends when my lips meet hers, again mashing so raw and firm before I grab up the ruby and place it back over her chest and the chain around her neck. “I think that’s everything, mother. Mmm mommy . . . Rust . . .”

I almost use her real name, the name that her mother gave her, but I hold my tongue at the last possible moment. Mommy wouldn’t like that. I’ll use that another time after the desire for it is so strong that I can’t hold it back any longer.

That way the satisfaction will taste sweeter than any punishment she could offer.

“Yes, yes I think you’re right, Aurora. Mmm my Aurora, my dear sweet Aurora. B-be a dear and help your dear mother stand?” I slowly nod, wrapping my arm around her as I rise to help her steady herself against her. Eye level with her chest it’s hard not to feel just how short I am. Short. Something about that feels odd, strange, like it shouldn’t be or it doesn’t make sense. I’ve always been short, I’ve never been tall. I know that, but for some reason I’m learning it all over again now.

My head aches, but shaking it makes it ache less. It’s just something I need to get used to. My mother’s metal almost feels like it’s squeezing around my skull, but I can’t figure out why. Probably just dizzy from fucking my dear mother’s brains out.

Not literally, but there’s always a time and a place for that.

“Time to go home, dear mother?” I grin and stretch my arms over my head as I look around for our discarded clothes. Of course they’re all over the room. Why wouldn’t they be? We wanted to fuck. Nothing else mattered.

“Of course, Aurora. Then I make the Wardens into your new sisters with my pretty new toy.” Rust strokes the ruby lovingly as I collect our clothes. As little as either of us mind our nudity, there’s no point in giving others something less to want at a glance. “I think that I’ve decided Leora would best suit as a brunette. Perhaps an inch or two shorter. There’s really no need for her to retain her magical talents, is there?”

“Of course not, mother. Unless it’s something that you want, why allow it to be as it is? Twist it all until . . . until . . .” Gold squeezes around me again, righter. I blink it away and shake my head. I’ve never felt it inside of me instead of outside. It feels so strange. “Until everything is just the way you want it, of course.”

Rust raises an eyebrow before faintly shrugging as she pulls her clothes from my hands. “It’s the universal truth, my daughter. There’s no reason to let things be any way but how you want them to be. If you lack the power to change things, you find the power and make it your own and then you never let anything take it away from you. Such a simple truth, and yet it seems to allude so many.”

I nod as I pull my own uniform back over my body. There seem to be so many simpler ways to make things the way I want them than by having Rust run around changing everything to suit her ends. I love her dearly, and desire her just as much, but that doesn’t give much reason to let her run wild.

If I’m to make my mother proud then there’s no way I can do that by being nothing more than an obedient pet. I have to show her that I have as much initiative and ambition as she does. Disappointing her isn’t an option.

With the last of our clothes back in place, Rust grins. My lips mirror hers. “Now then, there’s a hole new world that needs introducing to the glory of my firstborn, and a whole new world to be reborn in the image of my desires. Let’s hurry back and claim our Sanctuary.”

As much as I love Flora trying to help get this thing out of my mouth it doesn’t help when there’s no way for her to actually get it open. She’s definitely helped Psiona have an easier time keeping the Wardens from overwhelming us but that’s hardly enough.

“Sorry, Sylvia! This stuff doesn’t want to budge! I’m going to help Psiona! Hang tight!” My eyes bulge at her phrasing before she disappears behind me.

I don’t get much time to struggle before the leather holding my hands over my head is suddenly cut in half. Without much time to react I only narrowly avoid slamming my head right into the stone floor. With a better sight of Psiona I can see that the Wardens seem to he having a little trouble dealing with what looks to be two or three Psionas. It’s hard to tell swinging like this.

One of them holds out a hand towards me and the strap holding up my legs tears itself in half. Even through the ball I scream as I drop to the floor, drop smoothed by some exceptionally solid air.

Flora tackles one of the Wardens to the ground, pressing her hands into her shoulders before the Warden’s face goes slack. They don’t seem immune to her, or to Psiona’s tricks. They wouldn’t be immune to mine either if I could get that close but I can’t count on that working out.

Then all at once the Wardens stop moving. All of their expressions take on the exact same clueless quality. All of the leather and the gag in my mouth swirl back into blue energy and then that fades away.

“They did it! Phew. I knew they’d manage it in time!” I crawl up to my knees and take a few stumbling steps before falling to my hands. “Nnn! Still a little stiff from that airtime, but I should be fine! Are you two okay?”

“Never better!” Psiona winks as two of her perfect body doubles vanish in a flash of light. “I’ve never gotten around to trying that out. Makes sense that women used to going after magic would be fooled by it. Might need a little practice to work against anyone else, though. I guess without the magic going through them they’re sort of stuck in mental limbo. Makes me think of the time I was posing as ’Beca’s body double—”

“—And Anachronista made time stand still.” Aurora’s voice fills the room, but it’s not her voice. Somehow it sounds so much lower, so much hotter, and confident in a way I’ve never heard her sound. It has that same dripping red to it that Rust’s voice has like a hungry predator.

Before I can turn to look bright silver flashes of light fly towards both Flora and Psiona. Psiona’s hand moves as she tries to push the lights away, but from the wideness of her eyes I can guess it can tell how well that works even before the lights slam into them. Bright golden bonds form over their ankles and wrists along with matching metal collars. Red light shines and even as the two struggle their bonds come slamming together, keeping them standing but with their bodies locked together so tight.

Then the red light shines brighter and brighter until their pupils flash such a bright red. Immediately after their lips lock, lost in a kiss that looks so intense my thighs clench painfully tight.

“But this is nothing like that, Psiona. This is much different. At least this is now, isn’t it? Needing to kiss her so much you can’t do anything else, and the more you kiss her, it’s only worse? A little trick my mother taught me. Don’t worry, Flower Chylde wants it just as badly as you do.” Definitely Aurora’s voice. I’m afraid to turn around, and my apprehension doesn’t feel much better once I do.

Rust and Aurora are standing in the doorway leading to the portal room. Aurora’s hair, her eyes, her uniform, all of it is red. Her lips are red. The power glowing in her outstretched hand is red.

Lia smiles so sweetly as she takes a step forward, caressing a hand slowly along a heavy ruby hanging from her neck. “I don’t know how you managed to stop the Wardens, Sylvia, but it won’t matter. Soon each and every one of the Wardens will be rebuilt not in the image of obedient thralls to the Council, but a new generation of Nesatealia. More than enforcers, but a resurgence of all that my dear sister Lucia managed to destroy. We will move through this land, making all those who dwell within it our sisters in need, and then, New York, Midas . . . Your world, will be mine.”