I opened up the doorway, stomach churning. My gumption dropped as Serah saw me and smiled, widely and broadly.

`` Hey handsome ! I missed you, '' she said, moving across the way with a cute-almost misstep. She wrapped her weapons system around me, but I stood strict. She must have felt that, sensed something was wrong, because her smile began to melt. Her rim still stayed stretched up, but her oculus started to fill with worries.

`` We need to talk, Serah. ``

separation are filthy. I did n't want to anguish Serah, but then I also did n't want to be with her anymore. She was gorgeous, do n't get me wrong : around 5'6 with a voluptuous body that was pillowy and flaccid around the tits and can, but still some kind of taut around her waistline. Long, smooth wooden leg, and a slit she shaved regularly that seemed eternally to be dripping. Maybe not literally always dripping, but the female child had an appetite. It used to be that if I woke in the nighttime with the urge, I could count on being able to awaken her with two fingers between her legs and get a just response.

You can probably tell, I have some regrets. Or rather, some distrust. But personally ? The young woman was terrible. Constantly trying to ingratiate herself with anyone, desperately grasping for any kind of running joke she could install. I never minded her flirting with early guys ; I 'm not the jealous case. But there 's something deeply irritating about watching mortal trying to make you green-eyed. Not lusting after soul else, but rather just pretending to, for a reaction. No, I was well shot of Serah, but I knew there were going to be some things that I missed. Particularly, I thought as I caught a glimpse of her chest heaving through sobs, some of life 's not-so-little luxuries.

I 'll spare you the emotional detail. I was cold, while she tried to worm some kind of affection from me, some kind of apology perhaps. I should really ingest walked out after delivering the separation, but perhaps my nerve failed me. At any charge per unit, it left me stood here like a gimp while she cried. The emotions were n't hitting me yet- perhaps they never would- so I was stood instead wondering if her housemates were getting back soon, and if it would be awkward trying to leave once they were. If they 'd set off a scene too. This was where things got a little strange.

You see, I 'd been daydreaming a lot. I always have been a woolgatherer, forever drifting in and out of fantasyland. But this breakup I 'd been feeling recently was in division from that unusual office of me suddenly doubling down. My reverie were out of hand : just there, stood wondering about Serah 's housemates, I suddenly began to opine them, vividly. I imagined the littler of the two, porky little Samantha. I imagine Serah had told me some time before that Sam was into BDSM, because I was imagining her all strapped up, her pale fiddling titties knotted and her plump arse up and on show ... I imagined her upstairs from this very room, and I imagined that when I was done here ...

Serah was looking at me with some commix formulation of disgust and mix-up. There was brief panic- had I popped a pratfall while breaking up with mortal ? No, no- I was stood just as Stoic and impassive as before.

`` What ? '' I said.

`` You- did you ... ? '' Serah scrunched her tear-blotched boldness in confusion, her sadness apparently briefly set aside. `` naught. Weird. ``

Had she just picked up on my little daydream ? No way. I thought about it again, about little Samantha spreading her arse-cheeks and looking over her should at me with those big, blue centre ... Proportioned like a one shot, chubby sister, but with none of the innocence ...

Serah was watching me with that Same eldritch expression. I met her gaze, and she glanced down at the ground.

`` What ? '' I said again, letting a small irritation into my voice.

`` I ... I do n't know. I thought you ... I thought you said something. ``

`` Yeah ? I did n't say anything. '' She looked back up at me, and when she met my center again I raised one eyebrow and let my imagery loose again. I pictured Samantha, groaning while I furiously finger-banged her with three figure. Serah audibly gasped.

Was Serah reading my mind ? Was I projecting my thoughts ? This was insane.

`` I need a drinkable. '' I grumbled, and walked out from the way purposefully. Once I was out on the hallway with the door closed I paused and exhaled, walking slowly to the bathroom.

What was going on ? I thought I should be a little nervous, if Serah was developing psychic tycoon ... there were definitely matter from the last couple of workweek I did n't need her to be intimate about ! But I felt weirdly confident.

I leaned over the petty sink in her privy and cupped my paw under the tap, slugging a little body of water at a time between my back talk. I wanted to try out with this. I had to experiment with it.

I walked back into the room. Serah had composed herself back into her masquerade of gloominess. I wondered how often of it was genuine now, seeing how quickly much of it had fallen away. She watched me warily.

How was this going to work ? I had a touch, a kind of working theory based on instinct. A couple of times since my reverie had gotten out of handwriting, I had noticed early people gazing glassily at wherever my attention was focused. I 'd observe it to be a unknown coincidence, but now those little recollections were exciting and a little chilling. I was broadcasting thoughts !

`` aspect, I 'm going to go, '' I said, while looking into Serah 's eyes. At the Sami time as I spoke, I imagined fiercely that she did n't want me to go. I imagined the inside of her mind, and something crazy happened- I felt it.

Something snapped and I was briefly there, in her mind. I felt her relief at my leaving, because whatever she had just seen or heard or ... or experienced, about Sam ... it had shaken her, and she needed to think about it ... she wanted me to go, I could feel that ...

But then I felt the early view, the one I had imagined. They had a different grain, but they were simple- stoppage, check, you want him to stay put. I licked my lips.

`` What is it ? '' I said aloud.

She was still wrestling, so I doubled down. You want me to stay, I broadcast. You want me to stay, and you will do anything to make sure I do.

`` hitch, please, '' she blurted out. I raised an supercilium again.

`` No, I really do n't think I should. '' Again, I broadcast more than and Thomas More desire for me to abide. I started building a scenario in her mind, some ideas to try and keep back me here.

`` Please ... please hitch. I 'll, '' she hesitated, and licked her lips lightly, `` I 'll do anything to keep you here. ``

`` You'll- really ? Serah, I do n't recognise what to say, '' I said, feigning surprise and confusion. `` We 're breaking up, Serah. I do n't want this to be messy. ``

`` No cosmic string, '' she said in an almost whisper. I felt a stirring of guilt, seeing how contravene she looked. `` None, I promise. '' I felt the verity of that, built up of my broadcast notions that were lining her mind.

`` Maybe I could stay just a footling while, then. '' I said, letting the ghost of a grinning touch my lip. I continued to propagate, letting the building heat of my lust seep into her. There was still some incertitude in my mind that this was me affecting her. I was going to ask to push her to do something way out of fictitious character to really be sure.

Serah stood, still looking uncertain. She was wearing a denim dame that buttoned up the side, only coming down to mid-thigh, and a light flannel shirt in blues and bolshie. She 'd done her makeup before I arrived, so her eyeliner had run and was now heavy dark consortium over a powdered expression and juicy red lips.

She began to bollocks up at her release on her shirt. I closed the distance between us and swiftly started unbuttoning her denim wench, too, getting it off in half the time it took her to manage the shirt. Her breast were hanging out visibly, barely held in seat by a lacy petty bra that I could see matched the step-in she had on. I tugged the pantie down quite violently, and bent her over her bed.

Serah gasped, but carried on unbuttoning the shirt. I spread her stern cheeks and found her pussy lips, two thick billet that pursed almost like a pout. I leaned in close and inhaled, then darted a tongue over them. Already moist.

She 'd managed to get out of the shirt, and I took it from her, tossing it aside. I made short work of her bra fastening, and had those diffuse flesh spare and bouncing in present moment. Quietly, I unzipped my fly and fished out my dick, stroking it softly and wondering at how quickly it had stiffened.

I ran a finger along her puss, and she shuddered. I could still find how conflicted she was. I slipped the digit in, all the way to the knuckle, and began to pump it in and out. Serah groaned a petty, and I popped in another. Carefully I spread the moisture from her sopping trap all over her privates, then spanked it gently, getting a gasp. I lined myself up behind her and plunged my dick inside.

Warm, wet and scrumptious. Serah panted like a dog in heat, while I reached around and fondled the top of her mons and her clit, still driving away at her with wildness. With my fingers still moist with her juice, I spread her buttock to look down at her fiddling brown rosebud.

Serah had never wanted any kind of butt-play. It had been a solid line that she 'd never wanted to cross, and earnestly, I had never been interested. But a thing denied is often a thing elevated, and over time that little hole, so confining and yet so far, had become a Sangraal for me. Usually when we fucked I 'd let a digit drift close to it, just graze the change in grain and brush against the tuck little maw. She 'd always wriggled away artfully.

This time I brushed one finger over it, and watched in enthrallment as it almost breathed in response, puckering and shifting slightly. Serah gasped. I repeated, and she moved. I could palpate, from the strange little corridor into her thinker, that she was terrified of giving that part of herself over.

`` Do you want this ? '' I asked, as my digit pressed a little more firmly against that trivial knot of hers, and my imagination broadcast what it was she should respond.

`` Yes, '' she managed. I felt her thinker doing incredible stunt flying around me to justify that little solvent.

I poked my finger's breadth into her defecator slowly, feeling the little ring declaration tightly about it while I still fucked her forcefully in the slit. Serah 's nous was exploding in pleasure- this was doing it for her ! The tabu she had built up for herself, the personnel casualty of control- even if she did n't take in it was me taking the controller away- all of that was really turning her on. And I had to say, she was n't the only one.

I ploughed her, hard. Her pussy gripped my dick and my finger reamed her lilliputian arsehole, blowing away much of the resistance in her mind that I 'd felt before. Just when I thought it was too much, that I was about to lose control and nut, I realised I had n't bothered to get a safety on. I was conflicted. I wanted, deeply, to brag my load and fill her up. I wanted to leave her oozing my cum. But she was n't on the pill, and I did n't need the tortuousness of a baby.

I pulled out, and Serah responded to my program idea without me saying a word. She had never wanted to suck dick, our integral relationship. But now, without any prompting, she rolled off the bed and onto her knee joint and lunged, wrapping her lips around my cock. She choked on it like a pro, swallowing the whole length and working the shaft, bobbing her head along it. Another musical theme occurred to me.

Again prompted by a silent programme, Serah reached down and started rubbing herself frantically, building up focal ratio on her pussycat as she started to climb onto the balls of her feet. Once she had clearance from the level she went for her can as well, slipping a finger's breadth in and frantically frigging herself.

It was too a lot for me, watching her go screwball like that. I felt my orgasm construction and pulled her head off my putz, then watched roach after roach splatter out all over her face and those great soft tits of hers.

I zipped up, and pulled away all of my guess broadcasts, feeling them like tentacles that moved back towards me. The architecture in my brain was different now though- the changes I had made were there to stay, it seemed.

`` I 'm going. '' I said. `` But I 'll see you again soon. ``

Serah looked up at me, confusion there on her face alongside the charge of arousal.

I definitely had some more experiment to form out .