Hey all, Annabelle here with the exciting conclusion to the Beth/Jenny situation. I love reading your comments, and all the support you give me, so keep it up! I currently have enough material to go for at least a dozen more chapters, so let's keep going on this weird journey we started together!
This chapter is a little shorter than the rest, but I promise a much longer upload next time, you just wait and see!
La Petite Mort
"Are we ready?" Mike asked. The others nodded, each one at their stations. Tink had tied Beth to a chair which had been placed in the fountain, standing behind her with a knife at the ready. Abella was out of sight, watching from up above in case everything went wrong. She had explicit instructions to do whatever it took to protect the members of the house. Naia stood behind Beth, her lips a crooked smirk.
"We are ready." Cecilia said, standing next to him. Mike took a deep breath, taking Cecilia's hand and stepping into the fountain with her. Even though her feet penetrated the water's surface, no ripples emanated outward.
"I think you're crazy," Naia told him. "And I love you for it."
"I just hope this works," he muttered. He looked over at the doll they had placed on the opposite end of the fountain. Beth had nearly woken up several times, but Naia had kept her in a magical slumber. Simple magic, she had informed him. "Wake her up."
Several colorful bubbles floated free of the water's surface, circling Beth and popping near her face. She opened pitch black eyes, scowling menacingly at Mike.
"Ok Jenny, this is your last chance." Mike addressed the spirit in Beth's body with anger. "You can leave her body now, or we will make you leave."
"You can't touch me," Beth hissed, the water at her feet spraying upward. "No refunds, no take backs, no cuts, no butts, no alligator guts. This is a good body, and I want to keep it forever and ever and ever. And I know you aren't going to hurt it, so there's nothing you can do about it!"
"I think you underestimate not only me, but the women here to help. Beth was a good person, but if I have to make a choice between letting you cause trouble or killing her..." Mike shook his head, his sentence unfinished. "I don't pretend to fully understand where you are coming from, but I'll be damned if I let you bring trouble to this home." He looked at Cecilia, who was staring daggers at Beth. "Let's do this."
Cecilia leaned in, twirling her body to face Mike, her skirt flaring outward as she placed her lips against his. They were soft and cool, and already he could feel the static building between them, little sparks dancing between their lips. She pressed herself against him, playfully biting his ear. "Do you honestly think this will work?" she whispered, her cold breath raising the hairs on his neck.
"You're the one who said that her senses are extra sensitive right now." He whispered back, watching Beth. She was pretending to ignore them, but that was where Naia came in. The nymph was kneeling behind the chair, stroking the surface of the water, sending glimmering bubbles into the air, bubbles that popped with the scent of lilac and raspberries. "Are you ready?"
Cecilia responded by playfully biting his ear. Planting light kisses on her throat, he shifted the strap of her dress to one side, exposing her shoulder. Her clothing tugged at him, fighting to return to its proper position, but Mike pulled even harder, exposing her entire shoulder and the curve of her breast. The seduction magic wasn't just affecting Beth-every whiff of raspberry and lilac sent a direct message to his groin, the pressure already building inside of him. Cecilia was immune to the effects of the spell, but not so to the light pressure of Mike's lips on her skin. The banshee sighed, her hair billowing outward around her. The water around her ankles froze into icy discs, so Naia raised the temperature of the fountain, steam rising around Mike and Cecilia.
"Let's take our time," Cecilia suggested, leaning back to give Mike better access to her chest. Mike nodded his agreement, lifting her up to kiss the top of her breasts. Using his free hand to fight the clingy fabric, he pulled her dress down farther and farther until her breasts were close to fully exposed. The more he revealed, the harder it became to separate spirit from cloth, and though he could feel her hard nipples through the fabric of her dress, he was unable to expose them. Slightly frustrated, he contented himself to kiss as much of her cool flesh as he could, his dick growing harder with every soft moan of delight from Cecilia.
Even though her head was turned away, Beth's dark eyes kept flicking back to Mike and Cecilia, unable to resist watching. Her breathing was deeper now, her cheeks slightly flushed. Tink had moved outside the fountain, watching Mike with interest, but always a wary eye on their captive. The whole fountain was steaming now, swirling vapor circling Beth's lower legs.