Natalia Forrest didn't even see Mark coming. Witches and Warlocks could sense each other from miles away... as it was Natalia was keeping tabs on about 10 others in the area, none of which were any kind of a threat to her, she was much more powerful, and would be on guard if any of the others got closer to her. Natalia was recently single, having been "dumped", per say, by yet another man that didn't love her. It always started the same, she was attracted to men with no magical powers, she was always worried that someone of her 'kind' would try to take advantage of her power instead of her body.
This of course was ironic because she got a thrill out of being taken advantage of, by the right guys of course! She would date a guy for a while, make sure he was worth it, and that he loved her, then she would drop it on him. She would show him her powers, show him that she was a witch. If he didn't abuse the knowledge, didn't ask her to do bad things, and he stuck around she would eventually let him in on the next 'dark' secret She would place a ring on each of their fingers and cast a spell them. This would link her directly to him, she would feel his wants, and soon want these things for herself.
Her boyfriends would not even have to ask her for anything, she would just KNOW what they wanted... then she would want them as well! It always went the same at first, when the power was still taking hold, still growing, she would end up, in private, acting out every man's fantasies... all of them, and she was rather good at it by now! She would be the good housewife, an amazing lover, and of course she would be the best fuck toy the man had ever had. Natalia loved it! She knew that she was being controlled, turned into a mixture of passionate romantic lover some days and other days she was the dirty porn-star every man fantasized about, even if he didn't know it himself. She had now tried just about every fetish you could think of and she had loved them all thanks to the ring. The problem was that it was too much of a good thing, and it never lasted.
Then men would start to tire of her perfection and she would start to play hard to get because that's what her boyfriends wanted, even if they didn't know it. This would lead to confusion, disassociation, and emotional detachment. Eventually her boyfriends would start lending her out to friends, and she loved it. Not just because of the power of the rings but because she loved the idea that she was being taken advantage of sexually, by the 'right guy', and his 'right guy' friends, and occasionally his 'right girlfriends'. Eventually, inevitably, every boyfriend once they got to the "lending her out stage" would start to fall out of love with her and the rings powers would start to wane. Once the love was gone, the rings stopped working and she would snap out of the spell, knowing that another exciting, exhausting, exhilarating relationship was now over.
Mark, on the other hand, had SO little power and SUCH a limited, subtle, specific talent, that no one had ever perceived anything, not even a glimmer of power from him even from only inches away in the busy city. He didn't even know what he was; since no one had ever sensed him, no one had ever told him he was a warlock. Mark had also spent his entire life hiding what he could do, since as it was, he thought he was crazy. He figured he was not hurting anyone though, and until today he had been correct. Even though what he did made him feel slightly uneasy, and a bit sleezy he did rather enjoy it, sometimes... OK most of the times. As mark walked through the busy plaza, minding his own business, an attractive young Asian woman caught his eye. Now he had never felt the calling in his life because he had never been this close to someone with powers as strong and practiced as Natalia. What he felt though was a sense, a feeling of something 'interesting', something 'new', dangerous, powerful, and alluring. Any practiced witch or warlock would instantly know her immense power and keep their distance. Mark just felt compelled to understand this woman, experience her, and his talent lent itself to this perfectly.
Mark had not started the day planning to use his "power", but suddenly he could not resist the desire to "have" this woman. Mark took a 'blank' clear crystal from his pocket and held it in his hand, focusing his power through his skin into the hard-crystalline structure. He closed his eyes and concentrated HARD on the girl, then as usual he felt *IT* happen. Suddenly the 'calling' he had been feeling was gone, without taking another look at the woman, Mark pocketed the crystal and went on with his day, more than usual looking forward, to enjoying the crystal later. Today he had not been actively searching out a new fling, but on the days he was "in the mood" to use his power he usually spent hours in the mall trying to find someone "interesting" enough to focus his attentions on, by now in his life he had done this SO many times that it took a VERY special woman to make him even want to use his talent. But this Asian woman had been "interesting" enough to make him use his powers on the fly.
Natalia's drink was still slopping down the table to the chair where she had been sitting only a moment earlier. She neither felt anything or knew anything, she was nothing more than a feeling frozen in time. She was just... nothing... for now.
Once home on the couch Mark took today's new crystal from his pocket and examined it, the thing had turned to a deep raspberry red color on one end and the deepest lollipop navy blue on the other with a small golden band right around the middle between the colors. These colors seemed to mimic the clothing and gold chain belt this woman had been wearing. Every person's crystal seemed to have a slightly different color, but none had developed multiple colors or patterns before. Mark was now even more interested to "try this girl out".
The next thing Natalia knew she was crawling on the floor on all fours, naked, and she had no thought in her mind beyond an almighty desire to suck the flaccid cock in front of her. She didn't even have enough awareness to realize that there was a man attached to that cock, or that he was only half paying attention to her.
Marks interest was piqued more than usual, but so was his guilt. He had never felt this good or this bad about using his talent on someone since he had first discovered his talent. After all, this woman on the floor in front of him was not a real woman, she was a hallucination like all the 'crystal' girls before her; only a mindless copy of something extraordinary. It was only a glimpse of the shell of the body of a woman that he would have given anything to date for real. A shell with no mind, only purpose.
When Mark had been young and played with a crystal for the first time he had felt something funny happen when he had thought about a girl playing on the playground near him. Then later that night, when he touched the crystal again and thought about her she popped into existence in front of him wearing exactly what she had been wearing before. He had freaked out, who wouldn't have!? This girl seemed focused on only one thing, touching his face with hers. After calming down some and finding that having her lips on his was not all that bad he tried to talk to the girl, but she was single minded.
Many years and A LOT of experimentation and experience later he had found that the person that popped out of the crystal was just a mindless copy of the person he had "copied" into the crystal. He also found that he could choose the focus of the copy he created. It didn't take long at all before he had had all the experience a young boy would want, playing with and learning about the female body, but it was as lonely as it was exciting. These things... these copies... had no minds, no emotions, no desires but the ones he gave them. When he fell asleep they would disappear. Mark found that he could recall them at will from the crystal again, recall copies from one or more crystals simultaneously, and copy anyone he wanted in the crystals if he could just get within sight of them. He could call them forth with any motivation he chose, any clothing he chose to see them in, or naked, but always hollow. Mark had never tried to "capture" a witch before though, mostly because he didn't even know they existed, and partly because he had never been so unlucky, or in this case lucky. He didn't know that this was different, that he had captured the real person, not just imprinted a copy onto this crystal.
Natalia crawled forward and took the soft penis into her mouth and started working on it. She had never had a soft one in her mouth in her life and it was a rather nice change, something new. She liked the way it played across her tongue, somewhat springy, somewhat spongy. She reached up with one hand and felt her small tight breast, pinching her nipple between her fingers absentmindedly. The pleasure it brought her was nice, but more than that the pleasure seemed to heighten her sense of self. In fact, every tiny piece of pleasure gleaned from the textures and tastes of the cock in her mouth to the wonderful pain of pinching her nipples seemed to bring her out of wherever she was and back into her own mind, back to... real. Like waking up from a dreamless sleep, slowly...
