The Magyar Ch 03

Lisa was as sore as she had ever been.

She could hardly remember how she managed to get from the gym to her place or what she told her husband to justify how tired she was. That night, as soon as she laid down in bed, she fell asleep so deeply that it felt like having been put under anesthesia.

The encounter had pushed her body to new heights of exertion. Every muscle burned from the effort and Lisa's body rebelled against the onslaught of thorough fucking it had been subjected to. The next morning, she awoke to find her muscles protesting with every movement, a symphony of soreness that seemed to echo through her entire being. Every step was accompanied by a dull ache, every stretch met with resistance. Amazingly, and despite the wild and very epic session of superhuman sex, nothing had been torn, scratched or otherwise damaged. But given that her body had been pushed and stretched to its limits, it was no surprise that her legs and arms were drained of energy and felt like limp noodles.

But as the hours passed, a remarkable transformation began to take place. The soreness began to dissipate, giving way to a newfound sense of strength and vitality. What had felt in the morning like an insurmountable obstacle now seemed like a minor discomfort, as Lisa's body adapted and grew stronger.

By the second day, the soreness had become little more than a faint memory, a reminder of the journey she had embarked upon. In its place emerged a sense of lightness and ease, as Lisa moved through her daily routine with renewed vigor and energy. Her muscles, once stiff and reluctant, now moved with fluidity and grace, as if they had been reborn anew. Far from feeling depleted or fatigued, she felt a renewed sense of energy coursing through her veins. Her muscles now felt strong and invigorated, as if they had been awakened from a long slumber.

The transformation wasn't just physical. With each passing day, Lisa felt a new sense of confidence blossoming within her. She held herself a little taller, her posture exuding strength and self-assurance. The mirror reflected a vibrant, empowered woman who was ready to take on the world.

As she returned to work, Lisa noticed a subtle shift in the way her colleagues perceived her. She commanded respect and admiration with ease and found herself speaking with more conviction and authority than ever before.

As Lisa settled into her workstation, she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. Turning, she met the warm gaze of her coworker, Emily, who wore a curious expression tinged with admiration.

"Lisa, can I just say, you seem to be positively glowing lately," Emily remarked, a hint of curiosity lacing her words. "Whatever you're doing, it's definitely working wonders for you."

A smile tugged at the corners of Lisa's lips as she felt a surge of pride at Emily's observation. The changes she had noticed in herself hadn't gone unnoticed by others, it seemed.

"Thank you, Emily," Lisa replied, her voice tinged with genuine appreciation. "I've been trying out a few new things lately, trying to take better care of myself, you know?"

Emily's eyes sparkled with intrigue, her curiosity piqued. "Oh? Anything you care to share?" she pressed, leaning in slightly as if eager to uncover Lisa's secret.

Lisa hesitated for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. She was excited about her amazing adventure and the unexpected rejuvenation process and she was eager to share her journey with her friend. But how on Earth was she going to explain that the reason behind her new strength was an unbelievable magical fuck with magical twins?

"I appreciate your interest, Emily," Lisa replied, her tone gentle yet firm. "It's just... a different workout routine in the gym, you know? I'm still figuring out how it really works."

Emily was a good friend of hers and Lisa's knew her response had been less than satisfactory. She really wished she could share her experience with someone else.

Emily's expression faltered slightly, her curiosity tempered by disappointment. "Oh, of course," she replied, a hint of understanding in her voice. "It's your journey, after all. I didn't mean to pry."

A pang of guilt tugged at Lisa's heart as she watched Emily retreat, her enthusiasm dampened by Lisa's reluctance to share. She had never been one to keep secrets from her friends, but obviously she could not just tell her that she had a supernatural session of wild sex with a man who was not her husband and somehow, she had rejuvenated several years. Friend or not, that would send her straight to a psychiatrist's office.

As Lisa reflected on the last couple of days, she realized that the encounter with Dorjan had been more than an amazing session of unbelievable sex--it had been a catalyst for transformation. It had unlocked a reservoir of strength and confidence within her that she never knew existed, propelling her towards a brighter, more empowered future. A future with a lot of incredible sex in it.

The changes in her libido were extraordinary. She had never been so horny in her whole life. One would think that after the session of unearthly, mind-blowing, fucking she just had gone through, she would have had enough sex for the rest of her life. Instead, she felt, rather she knew, that more was coming and this time she would be the one making it happen.

Her memories of that evening with Dorjan were so clear and vivid they felt like flashbacks did in movies. She could not just visualize but almost experience again with all her body the things occurring in those memories. And of course, reliving things with such intensity was a tad inconvenient in public. During one boring meeting, her mind wandered and before she knew, she was once again floating over the floor, pinned high against the wall with Dorjan eating her pussy and making her cum without mercy. She barely had the time to force herself back to reality to avoid a screaming orgasm right there in front of her colleagues. Her panties were ruined for the rest of the day.

She wanted to test if these lively flashbacks would be stronger closer to the place where it all happened, and that evening went back to scene of the crime. Lisa figured that, at the very least, she would get a nice work out and perhaps run into Dorjan again. She was seriously aroused already when she reached the parking lot of the Fitness Center. As she walked into the locker room, her nipples were hard and her pussy all tingly. By the time she reached the door to the little stretching room she was so wet her juices were dripping down her thighs.

With her legs shaking, she entered the room and closed the door. She hadn't taken two steps before she collapsed on the floor and started having a series of chained orgasms as memories became indistinguishable from reality. She was reliving the experience of having two Dorjans spit-roasting her, his cocks simultaneously fucking her mouth and her pussy. She could see herself in the mirror taking both men and feeling like the hottest slut ever alive.

The last climax was so strong that she had no choice but to close her eyes and scream with all her might from the pleasure. Yet no sound reached her ears as it never left her lips.

When she opened her eyes, her vision was blurry, but as objects came into focus, she realized she wasn't in the gym anymore. She was in a room she had never been before. The floor was made of pine boards, and the walls had very little decoration. It was brightly illuminated, and there were two shelves with books and folders.

Then she heard a voice that sounded familiar--it was Dorjan's! But he wasn't talking to her; he was sitting with his back against her, talking to someone else. Lisa was having trouble making her senses work properly; her thoughts were traveling at light speed. She breathed in, centered, and collected herself. Somehow, she had teleported herself from the gym to Dorjan's house, and he seemed to be in the middle of a work teleconference, completely oblivious to her.

She tried to call his name, but again, no sound came out. Then she realized, in horror, that she did not have a body. She was just her consciousness, her energy... somehow floating in the room. The next thought was even more terrifying: how on Earth would she get back to her body!?

As she panicked, her energy began to dissipate, and suddenly she found herself back in the little room in the gym and in her own body, which was still experiencing chills on her spine from the intense orgasm right before her little out-of-body experience.

What had happened? Did she manage to transport herself, or at least her consciousness to wherever Dorjan was? Was it all just a hallucination?

Although at first she was terrified by the experience, now that she was back in a more familiar reality, she calmed down and felt determined to explore further. She noticed that, if she focused, she could feel an energy line connected to an outside location. Almost like a zipline into the unknown. She suspected Dorjan's apartment was on the other side of that line. Maybe it was the remains of a link created by Dorjan days ago when he visited her in that same room, and now she had been able to travel in the opposite direction, following that same path in reverse.

Slowing down her heart rate and focusing her mind, she imagined herself holding onto that line with imaginary hands and following it. Then again, she experienced the feeling of being vacuumed out of her body, but not quite strong enough to make the jump. She tried a few more times until finally, with confidence and determination, she cleared the energy threshold, and once more she was back in Dorjan's apartment.

This time, more in control of herself, sounds, shapes, and smells were better defined. She still had no physical body, but her senses seemed to be intact.

No longer confined to the limitations of a physical body, she felt an exhilarating sense of freedom as she explored the space around her. Without the constraints of physical barriers, she effortlessly drifted through walls and furniture, her essence intermingling with the very fabric of the space. Colors seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow, and every surface pulsed with a subtle energy that resonated with her own.

As she glided through the rooms, she encountered a myriad of sights and sounds that captivated her heightened senses. The soft hum of electronic devices filled the air, accompanied by the occasional click of a keyboard as Dorjan diligently attended his online meeting. The scent of freshly laundered clothes, breeze from an open window, intermingling with the unique scent of her lover, evoking memories of intimate moments shared between them.

She had never been to his apartment and was curious to see if what she saw matched her expectations. Lisa knew that Dorjan probably made a very decent salary and sometimes wished he would dress in better clothes and maybe drive a nicer car to better fit her fantasies, but he didn't seem to care much about any of those things. His apartment was neat but definitely under-decorated. Hardly a single frame hung from the walls and a few flowers and simple ornaments would have made for a much cozier place. "Men..." she thought.

She continued nosing around the house. In the bathroom, she checked for the type of shampoo and any medications. The brands were generic and other than ibuprofen she could not find any other medication. In the kitchen, on the other hand, she was surprised at how well equipped it was. He had all sorts of cookware, some of it pricey, indicating that he must be quite serious about cooking.

She left the best for last: the bedroom. She wondered what kind of bed he had, how the lighting was in it, how the energy would feel there. However, as she reached the room, she noticed she could not pass through that door. While she could cross through other walls, doors and obstacles without an effort, that room was somehow locked to her. Lisa wondered if there was some kind of protection mechanism or spell that Dorjan had casted.

Lisa tried to go around the door and attempted to cross through the walls from adjacent rooms, but the same barrier prevented her from accessing his bedroom. "Bummer, I really wanted to see where he sleeps and maybe dreams of me," she thought.

She went back to the office where could sense the ebb and flow of emotions, the invisible threads that bound her to Dorjan, pulsating with a warmth and intensity that transcended physical touch. She could feel his presence in the room, and not only the fact that he was there, but also his mood and state of mind. Dorjan was still in his meeting, answering some questions, and he felt confident and relaxed. Lisa could feel the steady cadence of his breath and the strong flow of energy through his body. Sensual in even newer ways.

Digging deeper, she explored what else she could sense. Initially, it was just some mundane aspects such as the fact that he was a little tired from a workout that morning and looking forward to dinner. But then, under all that, there was his lust. Even though it was not at the forefront of his emotions at this very moment, it felt like an infinite ocean, warm and full of life.

Lisa dove into those waters and let her own energy play with them. Then she realized that by doing this, she was getting a reaction! His lust was coming closer to the surface of his emotions. His heart was beating a little faster, his member was getting harder, and his attention to the meeting decreasing.

Lisa was completely entranced by this. Maybe Dorjan had done the same to her when he materialized in the gym a few days ago and made her cum in a thousand ways. He appeared to know exactly what she was feeling and experiencing. He might have even known what she wanted before she did herself!

She hovered closer to Dorjan and observed him. He was answering questions regarding some report he had just presented to some colleagues in Malaysia and was fully absorbed in his meeting. The camera was off, and he was wearing a t-shirt and briefs. A glass of water and a bowl with some snacks laid on the table beside the laptop.

Lisa tried to concentrate her energy and touch his arm with it. The first attempts did not seem to have any effect, but then she felt it. For a fraction of a second her energy coalesced into something solid that made contact with him.

Dorjan stopped talking, his eyes wide and his mouth frozen in the middle of a word. He looked at his arm in disbelief.

"Sorry," he said to his audience. "I think my audio had a little hiccup; can you repeat the question?"

"Well, that is exciting!" Lisa thought. Dorjan had managed to project a whole body days ago (two bodies, in fact.) And that was perhaps too advanced for her at this point, but she now had proof that she could interact with the physical world.

With her newfound abilities, she reached out, extending tendrils of her energy to interact with the objects around her. She felt the smooth texture of polished wood beneath her metaphorical fingertips as she traced the contours of a bookshelf, the pages of the books fluttering gently in response to her touch. She experimented with manipulating the elements, causing curtains to billow in an unseen breeze. She was getting the hang of it quickly and was getting excited about the possibilities.

Time to take advantage of her situation and play a little bit with him...

Dorjan's presentation was over, and the meeting had moved on to another speaker. He had switched off his microphone and was trying to listen to his colleague, although to be honest, he was feeling turned on for no apparent reason and having trouble following the presentation.

Lisa used her energy to softly caress the back of his neck and Dorjan quickly turned his head to see who was there. "What is going on?" he said out loud, but not really expecting an answer.

Lisa now shaped her energy as two hands slowly moving up his thighs.

"Who is this!?" Dorjan yelled.

An unlikely possibility then occurred to him. "Lisa? Is that you?" he asked in disbelief. He could not possibly imagine that Lisa would have the power that had taken him more than a decade to master but... who else if not her?

Lisa then tapped on his chest.

"Is that really you? Do that once again if it is you," Dorjan asked.

Another tap on his chest.

"How did you learn to do this?" Dorjan said.

Ignoring his question, Lisa kept sliding her hands up the legs, going through the clothes as if they weren't there, until she reached his manhood. It was engorged, but not a full hard on. "Unacceptable!" she thought.

She began to stroke his cock and to stimulate his lust. The effect was immediate, and his thick member as hard as it could possibly get.

"Shit..." Dorjan whispered, his mind spinning out of control. "Lisa, wait, I don't know how you are doing this, but I need you to stop, I'm in the middle of a meeting!"

"Too bad," Lisa thought, "because I'm going to take advantage of this." She pulled his cock out.

Although she didn't have a body to enjoy pleasure with, she realized that she could connect to Dorjan and experience what he was feeling. Her hands stroking his cock was a wonderful sensation. She modified her shape so her hands would be wrapped all around his length and adjusted the tightness to maximize pleasure. She just needed to listen to Dorjan's energy to know exactly how much and precisely where.

"Ohhhh, that's amazing... But please stop, I need to take care of this meeting... Ugffff, fuck yes, that's nice," Dorjan mumbled.

Lisa redirected her energy so that it would feel as if wet lips and a tongue were working the top two inches of his cock as tight hands were stroking the rest of it. The sensation was amazing. Is that how it feels to receive a blowjob? No wonder men are obsessed with them!

She could also notice how Dorjan's will was weakening and his brain bandwidth was fully devoted to the nerve receptors on his cock. Her wet tongue and mouth took over more and more of his member, mimicking a deepthroat action. Lisa was beyond excited knowing that Dorjan was completely under her control. His mind and body were focused on, and only on, her attentions.

Lisa reshaped her energy to ride his cock as he was sitting on the chair. She could not yet form a body, but she managed to recreate the weight of her body sitting on his lap and her tight, wet pussy wrapped around his member. She moved slowly, knowing perfectly well that this was akin to torture to Darjan, who was now dying to fuck her hard and fast.

"Come on, move faster, make me cum you dirty slut!" Dorjan demanded. "I swear I'm going to make you pay for this. I will fuck you harder than you ever dreamt. I will make you my little whore."

Lisa was surprised by the chaos and violence in his mind. He was close to coming and by teasing him she was denying him the relief he so much wanted. She was driving him crazy. Also, the fact that he could not take control of her body and dominate her, have his way with her, was maddening to him. She could read and experience these thoughts and feelings in his mind as if they were in her own.

He wanted to make her scream and cum like an unhinged nymph. He wanted to pin her down and fuck her deep and stretch her cunt with a big cock. He wanted to flood her with his seed.

Lisa accelerated her movement and tightened her cavity even more, letting the head of his cock hit hard the end of her pussy with every thrust.

"Fuck, fuck, fuccccckkkkkk!" They both were coming now, feeling the same and being truly one.

Multiple spurts of thick cum projected out his cock, landing on his shirt. Dorjan had his eyes closed and was breathing heavily, completely taken by the strength of the orgasm.

Lisa was amused by the quick change in Dorjan from sex-crazed beast to calm and satisfied human being.