Holder of the Stone Box - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Changes

“I grant you full access to your powers—but only for the next ten minutes and only for the express purpose of...” said Emily, managing to keep enough of her wits about her to qualify the statement despite the feelings that were coursing through her body…

....until Sarah’s hands began to glow with violet energy, her fingers rising to point at Emily’s prone form.

Emily’s body rose into the air, floating above the sofa as her clothes began to melt away. The fabric grew lighter against her skin, fraying and sizzling as if her body were the burner on a stove. Oval-shaped holes appeared in the fabric, the cloth tearing as its threads thinned, exposing her creamy flesh to Sarah’s gleaming eyes.

“...pleasuring me,” Emily finished with a gasp as the last of her clothing evaporated in a dozen wispy slithers of smoke. Then, a new sensation began to consume her.

“Omigod,” she breathed as a thousand delicious feelings poured into her already aroused body simultaneously.

Sarah disappeared, then snapped back into existence. Her tongue wriggled, appearing pre-inserted into Emily’s parted lips. The stunning goddess’ body entwined with Emily’s own, every touch of the woman’s shapely flesh setting off a ripple of heat over her flushed flesh. The stimulation of the contact with Sarah’s luscious form seemed as if it were magnified to an almost unbearable degree.

Emily felt her firming calves descending the outside length of Sarah’s silky legs, the writhing muscles within them feeling as if they were bursting into flames of pleasure. They swelled into the other woman’s succulent flesh, their sleekness sending a wave of goosebumps over her increasingly flawless skin. She felt the goddess’ tongue pouring molten, liquid pleasure into her burning lungs, the air within them suddenly feeling devoid of oxygen as her heart hammered within her throbbing chest.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Indescribable ecstasy built within her enhancing form. Sarah seemed to be everywhere at once, her body above, then below Emily’s. She ravished her mortal lover with rapturous skin-to-skin contact, her soft, sensual fingers gliding, impossibly, over every surface of the redhead’s shapely body at once.

In seconds, Emily couldn’t hold it in any longer, the overwhelming whirlwind of Sarah’s tantalizing touch spinning her desires into a frenzied tapestry of unquenchable lust.

It was as if a hundred orgasms detonated within the ginger-haired beauty’s still-expanding body all at once.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” Emily screamed, her voice louder and more desperate than she had ever heard it.

Her breasts seemed to explode upward and outward, surging with the power of a mind-shattering climax. Her legs shot outward, small toes curling so tightly that they almost met the high arches of her petite feet. Her fingers dug into Sarah’s firm flesh, her hips crashing into those of the other woman again and again as she cried out the inferno in her clenching stomach.

Sarah laughed, her eyes blazing as she watched her mistress lose herself in the throes of devastatingly powerful orgasmic bliss. She blinked out of existence, only to reappear a small distance away, admiring her breathtakingly gorgeous creation. She slowed time to relish the moment, the muscles within Emily’s sleek form straining and shaking as her head tilted back, preparing to release another scream of desperate, torturous pleasure.

Fixing the image of her taller, more buxom mistress’ glistening body in her mind’s eye, Sarah blinked her long lashes, allowing the flow of time to return to normal speed, grinning slyly as Emily’s wild thrashing resumed. Crimson curls whipped about, long shapely legs rubbed urgently together, and slim fingers rose the voluptuous swells of her large, succulent breasts.

Emily’s face contorted into an almost comical look of open-mouthed joy, her breathing a never-ending series of shallow puffs, Sarah decided to allow her mistress to relax, twirling a finger to put an end to the minutes-long airborne display.

Slowly, the redhead’s mind-bendingly sexy form began to relax, the periodic clenches of her perfected body growing shorter and less intense. More time passed between each successive burst of pleasure. She drifted downward until her shapely derriére and toned shoulders met the soft cushions of the sofa with one exceedingly intense final tightening of her slim muscles.

The exhausted girl on the couch turned her face toward the goddess, her face coated in a light sheen of perspiration, eyes glazed and unfocused. “What was that?”

“That,” Sarah said, crossing her arms as she continued to hover over the coffee table, “was a tiny taste of what I’ll do to you next time.”

Emily gaped at the woman uncomprehendingly, a shiver running through her naked form. “Tiny taste?” she repeated.

“Yes,” Sarah confirmed. “I didn’t want to go overboard the first time.” Looking around, she spotted the floor-length mirror, snapping her fingers to cause it to teleport next to the sofa. It expanded horizontally until it reflected the entire length of Emily’s new form to her stunned eyes.

She was gorgeous. Devastatingly so. She felt her heart flutter. Was that really her?

The woman’s still rapid breathing caught, her hand rising to touch her sculpted cheek. “I’m… I’m…” Emily couldn’t finish the statement, tears welling in her eyes as she laid eyes on her own magnificence.

“An incredible work of art?” said Sarah smugly, examining her fingernails before her eyes flicked upward to connect with Emily’s in electric fashion. “A masterpiece of the feminine form?”

“Yes…” said Emily, her voice a shuddering whisper, wide eyes searching her own reflection in utter amazement.

“Thought so,” said Sarah casually, spinning on her heel, then reaching downward to fish another candy out of the bowl. She tore it open, popping it into her mouth with a satisfied grin.

“So what next, boss?” The words were said in Sarah’s seductive voice but they didn’t come from her mouth. She continued to stand beside the coffee table sucking on her confection. Instead, Emily realized with a start that they had come from somewhere else entirely…

...the mirror!

Emily’s reflection in the mirror closed her plump lips, swinging her legs from the sofa to stand up. The doppelgӓnger cocked her hip, the woman’s eyes glimmering from inside the mirror as she awaited her three-dimensional original’s response.

Emily sucked in a breath, her shoulders tensing. She turned away from the mirror, looking over her luscious form, as if to assure herself that her body was indeed the same as the one in the reflection, before returning her gaze to her mirror-self.

So Sarah had this power as well? Emily swallowed, coming to grips with the fact that the strange woman in her apartment might truly be every bit the goddess she had claimed to be. As the alternate self in the polished surface of the mirror watched her expectantly, Emily’s mind turned to the question she had asked. What should she wish for next?