"Well, come on in," she said with a laugh. "Let's get you out of the cold."
Nick stepped through the door and took a left into the large living room, where the extended couch wrapped around the walls. He took his usual seat in the center of the back most couch, while Mel stretched out on the left set of cushions. She flicked her finger at him, and Nick felt his arms and legs forcibly spread, then snap into place as if bolted to the couch.
"Woah, hey!" said Nick, squirming as he tried, uselessly, to fight the magical bondage spell. "I thought you wanted to watch movies or something?"
Mel smirked. "I do. But after teasing you, I'm getting really in the mood for some other fun. So I thought of a little game we can play while we watch!"
"Do you really have to tie me up? I mean, I'm already here and you took my car key, I'm not gunna run away."
She laughed. "Of course I don't have to, it's just more fun this way!" She winked at him, and he felt a phantom tongue lick him again. He shivered; her aura was not only making him intensely hard, but increasingly sensitive as well. She was in a mood tonight!
"S-so what kind game were you thinking?" he said.
"Well, I figured we'd watch some movies or a season of a show, and do, like a drinking game, except instead of drinking, I'll just cast spells at you," she said. She laughed as she saw his cock flex at the idea. "So, take your pick." She turned to the wide screen TV and loaded up Netflix.
"Uh, I mean, I dunno," he said. "Whatever you want to watch. I don't know any drinking games."
"Never played one?" she said. He shook his head. "Oh, well, it's easy. You just watch a show or movie, and you take a drink every time someone on the show does something they commonly do. Like, take a drink whenever someone says a catch phrase or something. Or in this case, cast a spell." She chuckled. "Well, I cast a spell. You receive a spell."
Nick gulped. God only knows what she was going to come up with. Mel was a fan of horror films and 1980's action flicks, but in the predicament he was in, she'd probably pick something that was basically a porno flick and make him feel whatever was happening on the screen.
"Oh, I got one!" she said, grinning. She went to the TV and scrolled through the menu until she found a whole movie series. Nick noted the title and blanched.
"Ugh, Resident Evil? Come on, man, your magic is torture enough!"
"Hey, you said whatever I wanted!"
"I mean—ah!" He jumped as he felt the sensation of finger tips tickling his balls.
Mel laughed and said, "Ah, come on, it'll be fun! Besides, Mila Jo is totally hot. You'll have something to look at. Most of time, at least."
"We're not going to watch the whole series, are we?" he said cautiously. "Isn't it like six movies long?"
"Four," she said. "I heard they had planned on making more, but they stopped after the fourth one due to, you know, the Magic messing up everything in Hollywood. Real shame, too. They just don't make action movies like these anymore."
"Maybe Sex Magic is good for something, then," Nick muttered dryly, musing on the prospect of a dreadful timeline in which the Resident Evil movies kept going after 2010. He made sure to concentrate on that thought, instead of the fact that he'd watched the whole series anyway just due to his attraction to the lead actress during his teen years.
"Is there anything else?" he said.
"There's the Underworld series," she said. "Only three of those."
God, yet another series he'd found abysmal, but watched because he'd had the hots for Katie Becks. Mel had to be doing this on purpose.
"Anything that isn't leather-clad chicks killing monsters?" he said.
Mel paused and grinned, and he could feel her mind slip into his, sifting through his memories of the truly impressive, and shameful, number of times he'd jacked off to thoughts of either actress having their way with him, even years before Sex Magic ever arrived. Suffice to say, bad-ass action chicks were a weakness he had yet to shake.
"Well, you just narrowed it down for me!"
Nick swallowed a little nervously. Mel stared right at his cock and said, slowly, "Mila... or... Katie?"
His cock twitched at both names. He still had a thing for both women, but Mel must have sensed a slightly more intense reaction in his mind or body at Mila's name. That or she picked her because her series was longer.
"Resident Evil it is!" she said with a laugh.
Nick opened his mouth to protest, but Mel knew exactly what she was doing, and there would be no changing her mind now. He only hoped the rules for this "tease game" were somewhat fair.
Mel started the first movie, and as the opening credits rolled, she said, "Okay, so we'll keep this simple. Whenever Mila is on the screen, you'll feel light feather strokes all along your cock. Whenever she's speaking, you'll feel a mouth sucking you. Whenever she's fighting, you'll feel hands stroking you. And if there are other women on the screen with her, you'll feel a duplicate sensation for every female."
He swallowed nervously, his cock already flexing at the prospect. There were a fair number of scenes in the first movie without Mila in them, but the rest of the series followed her actions almost constantly. He was barely going to get a break!
"Uh, does that include female zombies or the hologram girl?" he asked.
Mel paused, frowned in thought for a moment, then said, "Nah. I'll cut you a break there." She grinned, and he winced when he felt a phantom hand cup his balls and lightly squeeze them. "But I'll also play with your nuts whenever Mila's not on screen. Can't make it too easy on you!" she chuckled.
Considering his last orgasm was three weeks ago, and all four movies were about six and half hours long put together, the feather spell alone was going to have him in tears of frustration well before the last movie ended. "Too easy" by a Sex Mage's standards could still drive a man out of his mind!
Mel laughed. "Aw, you scared? I suppose it's fitting, it is a zombie movie! You can close your eyes if you want, but it won't stop the spells! Actually, if you try to close them while Mila's on screen, I'll intensify the sensations!"
"Come on, don't be mean!" he said.
The phantom hand briefly squeezed his nuts hard enough to make him jump and make a little whimper. "Honey, you've never had mean from me. My ex could tell you some horror stories, though!" She winked, and Nick shivered a little. He trusted Mel, for all her teasing, to not really hurt him, but it didn't change the fact that he was truly powerless to stop her when she wasn't in the mood to take "no" for an answer. He was just thankful she considered him a friend.
The feeling might even have been mutual, except that Nick still couldn't quite accept the idea that a friend would purposefully sexually abuse him like this, just because it amused her. Ironically, he would once have gladly slept with her, even indulged her teasing games, up to a point. But while she used to respect his space, increasingly there were nights like these, where she would take him regardless of what he wanted. She would tease him well past what he was prepared to handle, sometimes not even letting him have relief, sending him home with searing hot blue balls and painfully intense erections after hours of playing with him. If he complained, she just laughed and punished him.
She didn't even seem to notice her own change in behavior. When he brought it up, she just pouted and usually teased him some more until he gave up. All the women in town were increasingly like this. Was it the Magic? Well, obviously, it was the Magic, but was the Magic altering their brains directly, or were the women merely becoming corrupted by the power they could wield? He supposed it didn't really matter. Either way, Mel still saw him as a friend and playmate, but Nick had realized a while ago that he was really just her toy.
And despite how much it disturbed him intellectually, he was ashamed to admit just how much the thought turned him on. Part of him wondered if his arousal at the prospect was natural, given his original interest in femdom before the Magic, or if it had been induced through the women's power, but part of him didn't even care. That shameful, increasingly intense part, was more than happy to let his friend use him like this, if only to bask in her raw sexual power.
Speaking of, the movie finally reached the scene where Alice, Mila's character, first appeared, and right on que, Mel's phantom feathers started on his cock, while the hand on his balls faded. Nick squirmed, his cock twitching excitedly, and Mel giggled.
Mel seemed to have set the spells to operate automatically in response to his own senses, as the sensations of hands and mouths came and went with a precision that was too perfect for Mel to be casting them in real time. The moment Mila opened her mouth to talk, even when she just made a particularly loud gasp or grunt, he felt the mouth suck him, stopping the moment her mouth closed. The moment she was off screen, the sensations on his cock ceased, and the hand working his balls resumed.
