Lending Elizabeth's Body

All characters are over eighteen. This series contains mind control and impregnation.

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*****

Reality exploded back into existence for Ezere. The first thing that greeted him was the concerned face and reddish-brown hair of his wife, Mara. No matter how many times he'd used his powers in the pasy, she always worried about him.

It was one of the many reasons he loved her. Everyone else he'd shown his abilities to had reacted with fear or superstitious disgust before he removed their memories. She was the only one who accepted him for who he was. It felt like they'd been married for a lifetime rather than two years.

Together, they'd learned to exploit his powers of hypnosis and possession for their personal benefit. By concentrating, he could transfer his soul into another person, giving him access to their memories. Once he returned to his own body, they would remember nothing.

"It worked!" Ezere told her.

Mara's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "That's great, honey," she pulled him to envelop him in a hug. "I wish we could go celebrate, but I'm still sick. You wanna head out without me?"

"Oh, ha-ha, very funny," he said with an exaggerated laugh before planting a kiss on her temple. "You know I'd never leave without you."

Her hand intimately stroked the length of his arm. "You're sweet."

"You know me so well," he smiled, kissing her palm. "I'll make us some dinner."

"I can still cook, you know," Mara half-heartedly protested as she accepted the tray he brought. "I'm sick, not dying."

"Oh, please. Respect the business model, honey. You're the cheerful, outgoing, makes-lots-of-friends, smooth-talking head of this house. I'm the silent, straightfaced, body-possessing muscle."

The happily married couple's laughter was interrupted by a loud crash and the sound of glass breaking.

"What was that?"

"Brandon," he told her, holding up a baseball from their neighbor's son. "I'm going to have a word with that kid's mother."

"Don't bother, sweetie," Mara said ruefully. "I know Liz. She'll never accept it was his fault."

*****

Mara's prediction came true. When he tried calling Elizabeth, she insisted the ball must've come from somewhere else.

"Maybe it came from Michael's yard," she said. "He likes to play baseball too."

The fact that it would require almost miraculous physics went on deaf ears.

"Sorry, Ezere. I have to make dinner for Brandon and head out for an appointment. Tell Mara I'll visit when I get back."

Mara grimaced when he returned. "Told you."

"You did," he sighed. In Ezere's opinion, Liz was a good mother but she was away too often. "I covered the window and made a call to get it replaced. Should be ready in a day or two."

"Nice."

"Liz should be the one paying for it," he grumbled. "She's got more money than us."

"Hey, that gives me an idea!" Mara exclaimed. "Would you mind doing something for me?"

"Of course, sweetie," he said, crouching in front of her. "You know I'd do anything for you."

Her face grew into a smirk. "Why don't you try using your powers to transfer me to Liz? That way I can get some money for our window. Plus, it'll give me a few hours without feeling like crap."

Ezere hesitated. He'd never used his powers to transfer someone else into another body, and he was far from certain he could do it. But this was his wife; if he could give her a few hours of relief, then no harm done.

"Sure," he said, placing two fingers on her forehead.

The transfer of essence between two physical forms required creating a bridge between two points in time and space. Usually it required leaving an imprint, a tracker, upon his target before he could possess them. Liz could be exempt from that rule because she was so close, but it would still push his powers to the limit.

Sweating profusely, he peered through her eyes to make sure it was safe to take control. Seeing she was in no danger, he took a deep breath and tried to reach into his wife, to pull her into the bridge he had created.

Mara lay limp as her soul was ripped from her body and transferred into another. Once the process was complete, Ezere broke the connection, suddenly aware of how wet his shirt was. When he returned from changing, his wife's vital signs were stable, but other than that, she was completely lifeless. He suddenly understood why she was so concerned every time he used his power.

Supernatural abilities had run in Ezere's family for hundreds of years, but none had come anywhere close to his level. Its rules were finicky—not every member of the family was born with it—but for whatever reason, his powers were nothing short of prodigious.

Since he had nothing to do until Mara was done, Ezere decided to finish dinner and wait for her call. To his surprise, it came before he'd finished loading the dishes.

"Hello?"

"Hey, sweetie."

"Mara," he smirked. "Ready for me to take you back?"

"No. I want you to come over."

"Huh? Why?"

"I'll explain when you get here."

Slightly confused, Ezere began the brief jog over to Elizabeth's house. As a professional figure skater, Liz's career afforded her a more lavish lifestyle than he and Mara could afford. Despite that, Ezere knew Liz had been friends with his wife years before he'd met her.

Once he reached the porch, he rang the doorbell and waited. He didn't realize he was holding his breath for several seconds. Something in Mara's—or rather Elizabeth's—voice had told him his wife had something planned.

The moment the door opened, Ezere could tell it was her. He could clearly see Mara's soul gazing through Elizabeth's eyes. They shared that non-verbal exchange for several seconds before she spoke.

"Hello, Mr. Gray," she greeted.

"Hey, Mara," he said. "What's going on?"

"Come with me," she eagerly told him, tugging him inside.

He followed her past the meticulously cleaned kitchen and displays around the halls. While he'd been inside Elizabeth's home plenty of times, there was one thing he definitely hadn't seen before: Liz shaking her ass the way she was doing now.

Just as well-sculpted as her ass was the rest of her body. Like Mara, Liz was a natural redhead, with carrot-orange hair that shined even in the smallest amount of light and framed her clean, youthful face in perfect curls. Combined with a medium-dark-blue dress that dramatically enhanced the sexiness of her hair and a pair of high heels that made her as tall as him, she cast an exceptionally alluring figure.

This should be interesting,

he thought.

She stopped when they reached the living room. "Brandon!"

Brandon came running in. He looked happy from whatever he was doing outside, but Ezere was surprised when the boy's face fell upon seeing him.

"Oh, hi Mr. Gray," he said, his head hung low. "I'm really sorry about your window. I didn't mean to hit it."

Surprisingly enough, he sounded sincere. Ezere turned to his wife, who was smiling at Liz's young son.

"That's great, sweetie," she told him. "I'm proud of you for apologizing, but I still want you to stay in your room for the rest of the night. Okay?"

"Yes, mom," he replied.

"Good. Since you said you were sorry, I'll even let you play video games. Mr. Gray and I need to talk in my bedroom for a while. I don't want you disturbing us unless it's an emergency, understand?"

"Sure," he nodded. "Have a good night."

He left without another word. Elizabeth led a still-uncertain Ezere upstairs, past her son's room, and into the magnificent master bedroom. He couldn't help envying how plush and comfy her bed looked. Although he and his wife had begun to use his powers to build up their own fortune, they were still years away from affording even half the luxuries Liz loved so much.

Behind him, the door locked. "What—"

His answer came in the form of a kiss. Elizabeth Becker threw herself forward and locked lips with him.

As someone who valued placing moral limits on the use of his abilities, Ezere was uncertain he was comfortable with what his wife was doing. Borrowing someone's body for spare money or gathering information was one thing. Exploiting them for personal pleasure could have serious ethical implications.

His reluctance gradually waned as their kiss became increasingly passionate. It was unlike any normal kiss, but Ezere could still recognize his wife. Her lips were softer and thinner, but she still grabbed his head to pull him down like always. Her skin was so smooth, so easy to glide his hands across, but the intimacy was no different.

"Thank you so much for this, baby!" she told him the moment they paused.

Ezere struggled to hold back a smile. He cracked when his wife handed him a large wad of cash. "Is this for the window?"

"Yup," she confirmed before resuming their kiss.

"I don't know about this," he groaned half-heartedly.

"If you really want me to, I'll stop," she said, taking a step back. "But I don't think you will."

To prove her point, she lifted his shirt over his head and threw it across the room. She looked beguiled by his sheepish blushing as she unbuttoned his pants and slipped her hand inside. The texture and lining of her hand felt different, but the way she stroked him was the same.

She smiled knowingly when she felt him harden in her grip. His only protest was a moan when she dropped his pants and pushed him out before flinging them to the side with her foot.

"Doesn't her hand feel good?" she teased, her higher cheekbones making her smile brighter.

"Y—Yes," he groaned. "But I still don't—"

"Shhh," she interrupted with a finger over his lips before stripping herself. All she was wearing was her dress, so as soon as she unzipped the back and slid the straps over her arms, she was naked.

"No bra? No panties?" he choked.

"I knew you'd be coming over, so I decided to dress up," she explained before leaning in. The smell of her perfume entered his nostrils, and her soft breath tickled the fine hairs of his neck. "Don't worry, baby," she whispered. "She's okay with this. In fact, she's fucking

hot

for you!"

She guided his hand down to Elizabeth's neatly trimmed pussy. From how wet she was and how stiff her breasts felt against his chest, he guessed his wife was telling the truth, which probably explained her eagerness. Mara's own fiery-redhead spirit would manifest itself as a protectiveness towards her attractive, popular husband.

"What about her son?" he tried.

That only made her laugh. "Honey, even if the room wasn't soundproof, he's playing video games. He wouldn't notice if a bomb went off."

"It's still risky," he complained, his potency reduced by his ragged moaning as she stroked his shaft.

"The door's locked. And we both know that even if he did see something, you could just make him forget."

Ezere struggled to think of another excuse. His task wasn't made any easier by the sight, smell, or feeling of an attractive woman gripping his manhood.

"And..." she grinned devilishly. "There's more."

"More?" he half-asked, half-gasped.

"Mm-hm," she nodded, pressing her body against him. If he hadn't been hard before, he was painfully throbbing now. Still locked together, she sensually took his hand and placed it on Elizabeth's flat tummy.

"Liz was just about to head out for an appointment with the fertility clinic. Seems she was interested in having another kid, but she couldn't find a man she considered good enough. After her experience with her first boyfriend, she's always had a somewhat low opinion of men in general.

"Fortunately," she said, without breaking her continued stroking, "I happen to know the perfect candidate. So I paid the babysitter and told her I wanted to rethink some things."

Ezere gaped in shock for several seconds, trying to wrap his mind around what his wife had just said.

"You... you mean..."

"That's right, baby," she said, taking on the look of a hungry predator. "I want you to cum inside her fertile, unprotected pussy!" Without waiting for a response, she leaned in and kissed him.

Ezere had never felt more torn in his life. His conscience tugged at using Liz's body without her permission, but love for his wife and lust for a hot woman were drowning it out.

Reaching out with his powers, he looked into their connection and saw Mara was telling the truth. She might've been enjoying the chance to take her friend's body for a test drive, but Liz's desire to conceive a child was genuine.

Ezere took a deep breath. "Okay," he agreed, satisfied they wouldn't be crossing a moral line.

He wasn't sure who kissed whom first, but they were locked together all the same. His wife pulled his head down to meld their lips together. She moaned into their kiss when his hands started roaming, mapping every surface of the horny redhead his wife was offering him.

Elizabeth's body was a marvel. She had magnificent curves around every corner of her body. Tracing her smooth back somehow transitioned into sliding around her shoulders and calves before finally gripping her shapely ass without any effort on his part. She certainly had more flesh, something his wife encouraged him to take advantage of.

Apparently, another feature of Liz's body was that she was a quick start. Ezere laughed into their kiss when he recognized the signs of his wife's mounting arousal. Her moans deepened and her breasts swelled rapidly. Her nipples didn't harden like Mara's, but her pussy was dripping within seconds.

"So, what do you think?" Mara asked, her face flushed and barely holding back her excitement. With her hair split cleanly along her wider forehead, he could see tiny beads of sweat beginning to form.

Ezere smirked. "I think you're enjoying this more than I am."

He had to admit she was doing a good job of hiding it, though. Ezere knew from experience that the line between body and personality could be thin. Elizabeth's deep-seated need for control ran so deep, it passed that line and became part of what she was. As long as she was in Liz's body, Mara would feel the exact same urge to control herself that her friend did.

"Guilty as charged," she smirked, clearly without remorse. "But I think you still want it."

Looking into Elizabeth's sparkling green eyes, he marveled at how much of a difference the change in eye color made. "You sure she's okay with this?"

"Mm-hm," she reassured him before her grin took on a more naughty look. "In fact, she's always thought you're kinda cute."

"Really?"

"Yup," she said, pulling his head down. "If there's anyone she would've wanted to give her a baby, it's you."

That was certainly a confidence booster, but Ezere pulled back from his wife's attempted kiss. "Too bad for you, Liz. I'd never cheat on my wife."

Mara giggled, and Ezere could've sworn he felt his heart fluttering in perfect sync with his wife's.

"That means a lot, sweetie," she said, showing she appreciated his absolute loyalty. "But I want you to do this. She's my friend. I'm giving her a gift."

"Pretty big gift," he noted.

"What can I say? I'm a nice person."

"That you are."

"You really are sweet," she said before taking his hand and planting it on her ass. "Now, fuck her!"

Ezere enjoyed the feeling of massaging her rear for a moment. She purred deviously at his blatant groping, but he knew she wanted more. She needed to feel him inside her, filling her. Impregnating her.

"You're evil," he shook his head, but he couldn't hold back his grin any more than she could hide her eagerness.

"And you're a genius," she teased back, guiding his hand to her stomach. "So is Liz. You two will make such a brilliant baby together."

Ezere bit his lip as his wife offered him what had to be the greatest temptation since biblical times. He didn't need his powers to tell how much she enjoyed tormenting him.

"Why are you doing this?" he groaned.

"Because you deserve it," she answered lovingly. "You're a good man, sweetie. You've always resisted abusing your powers for selfish reasons. It's time you earned a reward. You've done so much for me. Now I want to do something for you." She turned and crawled onto the bed on all fours. "Don't you want her?"

Ezere didn't even remember following her. The next thing he knew, he was kneeling behind her, his rock-hard cock pointed straight at the entrance to her bare cunt.

"Yes," he finally admitted to himself.

He pushed and watched as her strange lips parted around his cock. His soft sigh was the counterpart to Mara's moan as she felt her friend's pussy being spread by her husband's cock. Liz's pussy was tighter, adding an incredible stretching sensation as he slid deeper into her passage.

"Oh, fuck, that's good," he whispered.

"Mm-hm," Mara whimpered. "She's so tight."

"Yeah," Ezere agreed. Grabbing her curved sides, he began sawing in and out of her unfamiliar pussy. He'd always believed his wife's pussy would be his last, but—with her permission—he was exploring Elizabeth's pussy.

Liz was wet, but her lack of boyfriends showed. It took patience, but she began to adjust to his invading cock. Over and over, he slid into her tight pussy, and her lips parted to receive him each time. It took considerable effort not to just ram the slutty redhead with everything he had.

"Fuck," Mara moaned. "Fuck me, baby!"

"Feel good?" he asked, leaning down to plant two gentle kisses against her vertebrae. It drew a long, deep sigh that his wife wouldn't have been capable of in her own body. Liz was more sensual than Mara, something he couldn't help but take advantage of.

Mara didn't respond, likely because she was fighting not to cum. The pleasure emanating from her cunt clashed with her deep and abiding need to remain in control. It was something that never came up in her regular body. Mara needed considerable help to finish; Liz's orgasms came without effort.

Ezere would have none of that. Whatever his original reluctance, he was hard and inside her, determined to make her cum. Watching the site where his cock entered her and they became one, he thrust harder. He could feel his wife shut her eyes and clench her fists in a desperate attempt to maintain control. His balls swung and slapped against her, heightening her pleasure. His warmth reached places untouched by any fingers or previous boyfriends.

"Cum, Mara," he whispered, reaching his hand around to search for her clit. After several seconds, he began stroking the sensitive knob. "Cum on my cock."

His fingers triggered an immediate reaction. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

An orgasm stronger than any in her own body swept through her, but Elizabeth Becker would never surrender. She managed to contain the bliss to within the confines of her body. She whimpered but never yelled, bathing in the full hurricane of pleasure inside her without ever letting it out. She shook and clenched around her husband's cock but held firm.

After she was done, the only hint of how thoroughly her world had been rocked was the light sheen of sweat over her body and a dazed look behind her eyes. Ezere remained still, enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm while she hid her panting by breathing through her nose.

While she was still limp with post-orgasmic bliss, he adjusted their position. He reached around to palm her tits, enjoying the soft flesh in his hands. Then he yanked her up. She had just enough strength left to instinctively look for something to grab. Her arms flailed until one hand found his abdomen while another wrapped around the back of his neck.

"Feel good?" he breathed huskily, setting off the sensitive hairs lining the inside of her ear.