Pleasure Spirit

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This story contains loads of paranormal stuff as well as magic and (gasp) a plot. I will try to have as many sections start with sex as possible, but the first section will require background.
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Chapter 1: I Have Become Sex, Destroyer of Worlds. (slow, MF, 1st, oral, cum swallowing, body modification, magic)

It floated among its fellow spirits. No body in any form that 20th century scientific humanity could conceive. This was a pleasure spirit, but not just any pleasure spirit. It was the pleasure spirit that was more embarrassing to be associated with its fellows than the American Revolutionaries of the 1770’s and 80’s felt about Thomas Paine counting himself among them. A majority of pleasure spirits had caused enabled of their members to hide this spirit’s link with the dimension that contained earth in a place they thought would be undisturbed for the rest of humanity’s existence. During the DC earthquake, the wall in which this link was hid, cracked open and spilled it (a small necklace) and other contents. This was at a bed and breakfast that 6 members of 10th and 11th grade classes and 2 others (the parent of the triplets among the 6 and their history teacher from the previous year) were occupying 3 rooms.

Lucius, the least loved among his fellow students at his high school, was in the basement when the earthquake hit and watched the wall split several inches wide and the necklace slide on the top before covered by the gavel- to sand grain-sized debris. He quickly unburied it and examined it out of curiosity, then sanity came over him and left the 6′ high basement before the level above dropped enough to club on the head if not crush him outright. They were supposed to be flying out that evening (an evening flight to ATL, then to Gulfport-Biloxi, International and then an hour to 2 drive). Their flight was delayed and they were given 2 groups of 4 tickets to their destination with the mother and triplets being the second group (by internal agreement).

Lucius was one of a 200 to 250 students at a Rural Alabama. Lucius was an incoming junior and had been a good student who’s hopelessness about high school caused his grades to dive at the end of the year, but still pulled out a high enough history grade to be added to the tour. Once he was home, he just wanted to be alone and, using the excuse of no good sleep the previous night, got his parents to leave him alone. Once he was alone in a room big enough for 2 to stand and no video cameras, the necklace he had taken and put around his neck activated and the spirit linked to it exited. It formed a shape that would please Lucius: it became a composite of 6 main-stream actresses, 4 porn starlets and 10 women who pose naked on amateur websites (among others, 24 women total).

It (she?) stood nude, she was 5′ 4″ tall (an inch shorter than the 16 year old boy she was with), measurements were 32A/B-24-30. Her skin was darkly tanned with long red-brown hair on her scalp, slight amount of red-brown hair under her arm, and no hair below her tits save for a red-brown treasure trail stopping just in time to leave her clit hood denuded of hair. “I’ve been in there forever, or so it feels.”

“Who are you?”

“I am a pleasure spirit. I live on pleasure and joy. I have no body, but I can simulate one with a little effort and if my link to this world is worn by someone who desires to have joy or pleasure or my company, specifically.” This was a half truth, but she delivered the line with utter believability.

She opened the closet door while he sat on his bed and tried not to faint. She looked in at his clothes and a weapons box from the US army… “Ooh what’s this?”

“Huh.” He tried to look around her, but she was bending over with straight legs with her flower on full display and he had eyes for only that until she pulled out the most dangerous ‘science project’ he ever attempted: a black powder pipe bomb in a foot-or-so length of white PVC pipe threaded on both ends with white endcaps and a single hole into which was a primer cord snaking out, taped to the side, ready for the detonator to be attached. She had pulled out the two trays on mundane items until she got to the explosives, a 9mm Pistol made by Beretta and 2 tec-9’s.

This bomb was one of 10 identical items in this box. “Why these?” She shook the black powder bomb until he sat wetting the bed in fear. She noticed his fear and correctly assumed the causal link (and stopped shaking it). “It’s delicate and dangerous?”

He nodded. “Shit how can I explain this.” He pointed, not to his semi-hard penis but the puddle of piss.

“The puddle causes you displeasure?”

He nodded.

“It’s removal would please you?”

“Yes.”

She stared at the mess and every bit of it disappeared, even the smell. “Fucking A!”

“What’s this for?”

“I parting gift for my whole fucking school.”

“They wouldn’t like it.”

“They’d be dead. What would they care?”

“You’d not live through that day.”

“Really, no one would care.”

“They would.” She pointed through the floor at two locations (he didn’t know it but she pointed directly at his parents).