Hehehe....Mik was sooooo enjoying the experience. Girlie was all over him, writhing and sliding her body against his.
If this is church, sign me up!! Damn but she felt good, all firm and soft in the right places. She flashed him a look a few times that made his blood race, even as she twirled and he saw her firm ass sway seductively. He ground his teeth.
Once or twice he looked into the audience and saw the hunger, the longing in their eyes.
Kinda wierd, and all, really, being all public. He preferred to work in the background. Still, he was having fun. It wasn't voodoo for him. It was the power.
And then he laughed out loud as realization hit him. Laughed so hard, even as she was grinding into him with that ass and he was so hard and was definitely willing to take her then and there. Laughed and then flung his hands up into the air, lofting colored balls of fire up.
Up and up and up they flew and he felt as if his soul went with them. He looked down at the crowd, hungering and blind, he saw their tears and their fear and their hope and their desire. So....pathetically needy. The balls reached their highest point and then...
And then...
And then...
He released, orgasmic joy flooding him. The balls exploded, fireworks of every color imaginable raining down on them.
It was all so fucking obvious. All the old religions were about channeling. All of them. Looked like Old Bitch Nik was right. They were gods.
But of course they weren't. And that was what was so fucking funny. The Lady seemed to wink from the stars, nodding that he got her little joke. He smiled at the heavens.
They wanted gods. He'd give em gods. Hottie was writhing around and all, telling him she knew him. Probably. Hopefully she was smart enough to know the truth. Believing your own hype was the biggest joke of all.
Mik channeled again, braids of fire that wreathed both of them, whirling around, kicking up leaves. It was hot, but who cared. Sweat slicked his hair back and he was wishing he didn't have the leather jacket anymore. Still, he enjoyed how her clothes clung to her body.
"I know you too, doll," he whispered. And then, without a care in the world, he kissed her hard.
If this is church, sign me up!! Damn but she felt good, all firm and soft in the right places. She flashed him a look a few times that made his blood race, even as she twirled and he saw her firm ass sway seductively. He ground his teeth.
Once or twice he looked into the audience and saw the hunger, the longing in their eyes.
Kinda wierd, and all, really, being all public. He preferred to work in the background. Still, he was having fun. It wasn't voodoo for him. It was the power.
And then he laughed out loud as realization hit him. Laughed so hard, even as she was grinding into him with that ass and he was so hard and was definitely willing to take her then and there. Laughed and then flung his hands up into the air, lofting colored balls of fire up.
Up and up and up they flew and he felt as if his soul went with them. He looked down at the crowd, hungering and blind, he saw their tears and their fear and their hope and their desire. So....pathetically needy. The balls reached their highest point and then...
And then...
And then...
He released, orgasmic joy flooding him. The balls exploded, fireworks of every color imaginable raining down on them.
It was all so fucking obvious. All the old religions were about channeling. All of them. Looked like Old Bitch Nik was right. They were gods.
But of course they weren't. And that was what was so fucking funny. The Lady seemed to wink from the stars, nodding that he got her little joke. He smiled at the heavens.
They wanted gods. He'd give em gods. Hottie was writhing around and all, telling him she knew him. Probably. Hopefully she was smart enough to know the truth. Believing your own hype was the biggest joke of all.
Mik channeled again, braids of fire that wreathed both of them, whirling around, kicking up leaves. It was hot, but who cared. Sweat slicked his hair back and he was wishing he didn't have the leather jacket anymore. Still, he enjoyed how her clothes clung to her body.
"I know you too, doll," he whispered. And then, without a care in the world, he kissed her hard.