My mind was foggy, I felt like I was trapped in a mist. A mist of heightened lust and wanton. The moment he pinned me to the wall I knew I was done for. He was using my own weapons against me, and he knew which strings to pull. But no, he wasn't the better one here, sure he could channel me and get what I have in double the magnitude, but to master it was an art. One that certainly took me way too long to master so he could try all he wanted. I writhed as the overwhelming need crashed my system, I opted to latch onto one thing I knew always worked, his perception.
I needed him to act on his lust too so doing what I did best, I tug at the emotions that he kept so neatly tucked away at the back of his mind and use them to create a reality he could only dream about. The funny thing about my ability to manipulate reality was that majority of the times, it was dependent on what the recipient of it would feel for it to be 100% efficient.
Most Psythelians are born with a set combinations of abilities that always revolve around mind-work - emotional manipulation, telepathy and a minor ability. I was different, I had all the required three, the ability to mess with how you felt, to heighten it, to change it. I could further read your mind, communicate to you through it telepathically, my minor ability was my telekinesis, not much there.
Then there was what I had in addition, that separated me from every other psythelian to ever exist before me. The ability to alter one's perception so vividly they couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't, to mess with all five senses meticulously to a point that it was etched into your memory. This needed a great amount of focus, it needed me to pay attention to everything, focus on what you would see, feel, hear, smell and even taste to make it effective and trigger your emotional response to it. That's why when I reach for his tucked emotions and found something so...so fervent and intimate, I momentarily freeze.
It wasn't even lust, it was quieter, steadier and yet it existed there in such great magnitude its energy was ebbing. I wrap the tendrils of my illusion around this emotion, the immediate tug was so immense it felt like being sucked into a cyclone of my own making. Vivid and intensely mind-blowing, the illusion comes to life, and I'm lifting an emotionally limerent Reid off his feet and towards me. Most of the times I never did a lot of work once the illusion came to life, the recipients mind just played out what they needed or wanted the most at their core.
No, it wasn't supposed to happen like this. The moment his lips touch mine in the illusion that is playing out I emotionally startle. Fuck, I'm not supposed to feel an ounce of anything. As the instigator of the illusion, anything felt in the illusion shouldn't affect me, yet here I was. Melting away in the bliss of how his lips felt on mine. I was part of the illusion now, I was the illusion and the lines were blurring. His touch affected me as well, smelled him, heard his groans, felt his tongue drag against mine and the euphoria of it wrapped around me like a blanket.
The illusion carries on for a couple of moments on until he's given in completely and I'm off the wall and on top of him on the sparring mat. We continue kissing and in as much as it's satisfying to just feel this as well, I slowly pull away and end the illusion.
A startled Reid sits up and the cruel reality settles. He looks up to find me still pinned on the wall. A look I quite cannot decipher plays on his face for the fewest of seconds and disappears. He get's up, fixes the gloves on his hands and just walks out. Some seconds later the daggers that had pinned my cargo pants to the wall clatter to the ground and I'm lowered to the floor gently.
Damn, and he's not even in the room. Did I go to far with that one?
But for all I know he could have been doing the same to me because never have I ever been an actual participant in my own illusions before. Well I'm fucked. I lean against the wall for a few more seconds and calm myself down before going upstairs. I find him in the kitchen with Garth preparing a salad. He was shirtless. And I....., well I was simply going insane. Whatever hold he had on me was irritating the hell out of me. I was a freaking powerful trained mage. Even though I enjoyed the little burst of lust that I was trapped in back there, I did not appreciate the new development.
There has to be a reason I was engaging in the illusion, and as of this moment it was in this kitchen. I settle my arms on the kitchen island and watch them get to work. Reid's muscles flexed with every movement he made, and the beads of sweat that coated his torso and arms was not doing my mind any favors. Pushing away the overbearing lust that was clouding my mind ,I actually pay attention to the two of them. They moved in silence, quickly and they worked so efficiently that none of them needed to communicate what they wanted. They just observed and acted, tending to what the other one needed. Like a well oiled machine.
But even I wasn't stupid enough to miss the tension, there was an underlying tension that was so present the air felt thick with it. Whether it was about wat just happened in the basement I don't know, and I didn't care to but it still made the environment seem uncomfortable.
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I'd just come from the bathroom to take a shower and the minute my foot steps out the bathroom door, I'm levitating off the floor and forcefully pinned to the wall by a telekinetic force so strong I almost feel my bones shatter. My towel still holds to my body, luckily. My head feels heavy and i can taste blood in my mouth. I'm still pinned to the wall, helpless as a doll because the impact of the hit has likely left me with a concussion. A cold chill rises in my room and goosebumps break out on my skin. I weakly try to move my head and see who is doing this but I fail.
Whispers break out and even though they are low and seem like they are so far away, I can still hear them. Mocking me and belittling me, they amplify and soon it feels like they are shouting right next to me, into my ears. A high pitched voice separate from the others whispers to me........
"Well ain't you a pathetic little helpless bitch" It pauses for a moment and the other voices hush down to a low whisper again. Beads of sweat trickle down my face as I try to wrap my mind around the creature's but my efforts are rendered futile. "Just like your mother...helpless and ...pathetic..."their voice breaks out in between words, whatever it was, It had a husky and draggy voice. Just then a terrible stench hits me making me wish my nose would burn and fall off. Nevertheless I felt like I had recognized it instantly.
"Come on.....even without your ...memories....I'm the one person....ow well maybe not anymore....." they pause and laugh wickedly in a high pitch and I'm cursed with the burden of putting up with the stench emanating from their mouth. "But you...." the voice goes from a high pitch to a low, low baritone that immediately makes my heart palpitate. "You.....remember ....me...."
Tears, or is it blood cascade down my cheeks. My heart is racing and for once fear was added to the list of things that made me unable to open my eyes right now. But I didn't need to. I knew this voice.....the stench...the laughter. With every ounce of energy my body can summon, I try really hard to open my eyes. Everything appears smoky and blurry and it stings my eyes making them water. The presence moves its way around my room, leaving a lingering chilly temperature where it was, together with that godawful stench. It finally stops an inch in front of my face. I do my best to make out anything of this creature with no physical tangible form.....eyes!
Staring into the smoky presence ahead of me....I spot a familiar set of eyes that evoke a terrifying sense of fear and surrender in me....My body temperature spikes up despite their presence being so cold and chill, my heart races too quickly for me to try and calm it down. Shout I have to shout....or speak .....I'll pass out....come on. R.....Reid...I reach out mentally since I was clearly not in control of my physical faculties. "Or....Don't you.....Xenna darling?" He says and presses me into he wall even more....My mind goes blank.