Kyree and I Ch. 05: Midnight Dream

Chapter 5: Midnight Dream

The shop, "The Midnight Dream" as it appeared on my navigation app, did not advertise itself as a purveyor sex paraphernalia. It was a simple brick building, with no noticeable signage or indicators that it was anything more than an empty shop. For a moment, I was afraid I put the wrong address in my phone, but a triple check revealed that was not the case. Hesitantly, I approached the door and swung it open.

I was immediately greeted by the largest minotaur I had ever laid eyes on. He was easily nine and a half feet tall with enormously broad shoulders and swollen biceps. He wore a form fitting, three-piece suit, and I couldn't help but notice his package pressed against his tight pants. He had the intimidating look of a nightclub bouncer at a higher end club.

He held out a hand to me. "ID," he said in a very smooth voice. I almost got hard at that word alone and would do anything to hear him talk to me like Elias and Sammy did.

I quickly complied, handing him my ID, thankful I did not leave my wallet in the car.

He scanned it, and me, with his dark brown eyes. "Reference," he commanded.

I assumed he was asking you sent me, so I replied "Elias Graves."

He nodded and pulled out a phone, which had to have been custom built to fit in his massive hand and dialed a number. After a moment, someone answered. "Hello Mr. Graves," the minotaur said. "This is Luthor from the Midnight Dream. I have an Ezra Anderson here claiming you sent him." He paused for a moment. "Of course, sir, and your code word for the month." Another pause. "Very good sir. Thank you for your time, sir. Have a pleasant evening." For a second, the professional tone dropped as he added "tell Caroline my wife enjoyed dinner immensely. Thank you, I'll pass along the message. Good night, sir."

He hung up and handed me back my ID, in addition to I simple, matte black card with no discernable words or designs on it. "Welcome to the Midnight Dream, Mr. Anderson. You have just been issued an entry pass, valid until your death. Do not lose it, it will not be reissued without a secondary reference." He held out a hand to me, which I shook, my own hand getting lost in his grasp. "I am called Luthor, guardian of this establishment and of Madam Circe. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask." He stood to the side and held an arm out, ushering me into the building. "Welcome to the Midnight Dream."

The interior in the building looked nothing like a sex shop. In fact, if I had to make a comparison, I would say it looked more like a bookstore. There were no windows, but a dull light shone from somewhere, reminding me of a summer sunset. There were shelfs laid out in neat rows, but rather than any actual sex toys or porno mags, small white cards were displayed, each with the name of an item on them. The only physical items on display were clothes, displayed on mannequins peppered throughout the shop. A counter dominated the far wall with a door marked "Private Area," off to the side.

"Hi there," a cheery female voice said next to me, and to my credit, I managed to avoid flinching...too much.

Standing next to me was a young woman, maybe in her late teens to early twenties. She had short, green hair, pulled into a tight ponytail, light green, or were they blue, or maybe brown, eyes, and plump, full lips. The top of her head came to my shoulders, and she had a perfect figure, smaller, perky breasts leading to a slim waist, and one of the most delicious bubble butts I had ever seen. She wore a simple pink dress ending in a short skirt.

"Hi," I replied, holding a out a hand. "I'm Ezra."

She looked at my hand as if considering an eternal conundrum, before shrugging and, instead of shaking my hand, wrapped her arms around me in a hug. "I know who you are. You're Eli's new slut." She released me and bounced a few steps away from me before dipping into a curtsy. "I'm Circe, proprietor of this fine establishment." She waved a hand, gesturing grandiosely to the shop. "The Midnight Dream, where you're deepest, and darkest, fantasies can come to life."

I laughed. I couldn't help it, something about her bubbly personality, coupled with the ridiculous situation I had found myself thrust into. I had never set foot in a sex shop before. Now, not only had I willingly entered one, But I had also done so because the man who had made me his slut and wanted to take my anal virginity wanted me to train my ass for others that wanted to fuck my ass. The laughter, quickly grew to full blown hysteria, and I quickly found myself bent over, clutching my sides in uproarious laughter.

After a few moments, I finally managed to contain myself enough to straighten. Circe stood there, seemingly nonplussed by my outburst, a small smile across her lips. "What was that all about? You know what, hold that thought." She grabbed my arm. "Come with me." She dragged me through the door marked "Private Area," into a long hallway with four doors on either side. Opening a door, she led me into a dimly lit room, furnished with a long, plush couch, an end table, and a pole jutting through the floor. She released me and sat on the couch, patting the seat next to her. "Sit next to me."

I obliged, and she immediately snuggled up to me, wrapping her arms around mine. "So, explain it to me. Out of nowhere, my old friend Eli calls me, saying he had found a new sissy, years after releasing his last. When I asked how that happened, he only said 'It's one hell of a story, you'll have to ask him about it.' So, now I'm asking. What's your story? And spare no juicy details." She punctuated her last three words by poking me in the chest after each word.

So, I did, I told her everything. Starting with the night at the bar and ending with the events of this afternoon. She listened in rapt attention throughout my whole story, and once I finished, she nodded thoughtfully. "That's very...interesting." Without warning, she waved a hand and uttered a word. I felt magic wash over me, and I felt warm inside. "Stand up." She commanded.

I did so, standing in front of her.

"Strip," she ordered.

I arched an eyebrow at her. "What? I'm flattered, but I don't really know you all that well."

Her jaw dropped. "How is that possible?" she whispered.

I sat next to her again, confused. "What's wrong?"

Her demeanor changed; the bubbly personality gone. "Kid, I've been a sorceress for almost two thousand years. Never, in all my years, has a man been able to resist my magic. That spell I just cast was a suggestion spell. You should have done anything I asked without any question. And I felt the spell take hold, and in fact is still active on you." She stood. "May I try something? It might make you feel a little uncomfortable."

I shrugged, mentally preparing myself. "Go ahead."

She stood and shrugged, dropping her dress to the floor. As I watched she suddenly grew, both in height and figure, growing to almost six foot four inches tall. Her breasts swelled and her hips widened. The green faded from her hair, replaced by dark brown, almost black hair. When her eyes opened, they were a kaleidoscope of colors, shifting colors in an almost hypnotic pattern. She held her hand over my head. "You. Will. Obey." She said, and her voice twisted and overlapped with itself, and though her command was quiet, I felt it ringing in my ears.

There was once a legend about a powerful sorceress by the name of Circe, made famous by Homer's the Odyssey as someone who aided the story's protagonist Odysseus, on his travel. She lived on the island of Aeaea and was known to turn the men who arrived on her island into pigs, which she did to Odysseus' companions when they arrived on the island before he convinced her to change them back.

I was never particularly adept at feeling the flow at magical energy, or Ley Energy, as it was called. Most people had the ability to feel it, and some could tap into it, performing feats not thought possible before the break, which is what people refer to as magic. In this moment though, I could feel the magic pouring off her, flowing like the roaring ocean into me. This confirmed two things, one was that she was indeed powerful, and the other that she was indeed the same Circe from those stories.

I felt her magic try to overpower my will and submit me to her will. For the briefest second, I wanted nothing more than to obey her, to beg her to dominate me and bend me to her will. Then, there was the sound of shattering glass, a scream, which I later realized came from me, a thunderous boom! And Circe was thrown back into the wall, her magic vanishing completely.

There was the sound of thundering footsteps, and the door flew open, Luthor filling the entire frame. Seeing Circe on the floor, moaning weakly, he grabbed me by the collar, lifting me off the floor. "What have you done to Madam Circe," he roared, but it sounded muffled, like he was calling me underwater. I realized that my head was pounding. "I...don't...know," I muttered weakly before my head slumped forward and sank into the dark oblivion of unconsciousness.

When I awoke, I was immediately aware of three things. Firstly, that my head rested on what had to be the softest, most comfortable pillow I had ever laid on. Secondly, a soft, feminine voice was humming above me. And finally, that someone was running soft, slender fingers through my hair.

Opening my eyes, I was greeted by the smiling face of Circe. She had assumed her more girlish appearance, her green hair dangling in her eyes as she hummed a quiet, mournful tune, running her fingers through my hair. "Look who finally decided to join us." She cooed.

"Us?" I asked. It was then that I noticed two other figures in the room with us. The first, kneeling in the corner looking quite demure for his enormous size, was Luthor. And the second, standing with his arms crossed, looking worried, was Elias. "Dammit kid," he said when our eyes met. "When I got the call, you almost gave me a heart attack."

"The fault is mine," Circe said before I could reply. "His story sparked curiosity in me, and you know how I get when I'm curious."

"No!" he shouted, causing me to flinch. I had only heard him raise his voice once before, and it scared me shitless. "You don't get to talk your way out of this! Dammit you immortal bitch, you almost killed the kid!"

"It's fine," I said quietly. "I gave her permission. I just don't think..." I sat up, groaning as my head throbbed. "We were prepared for the consequences."

"That's not the point," he said, his voice lowering. "Do you have any idea what it felt like, seeing you unconscious? Wondering if you were ever going to wake up?" He sighed and rubbed his eyes, and I realized there were tear stains under his eyes. "You don't get to leave me, not until you're old and grey."

"Don't want your plaything to go to waste," I chuckled, but my smile vanished when his eyes flashed.

"It's not about that," he said. "You're my best friend dammit. Over the years, I've come to think of you as the son I was never able to have. I hate not being able to keep you safe."

"Then I'll make an agreement with you," I said, standing. I heard a mewl of disappointment from Circe, but I ignored it, walking to Elias and wrapping my arms around him and resting my head on his chest. "I won't put myself in a potentially dangerous situation without thoroughly considering all the potential consequences of my actions."

He grunted and returned the hug. "I'll hold you to that," he said. He let out a sigh and sank deeper into me. "I missed you today. I was going to have some fun with you during my lunch but..." he pinched my ass playfully. "You were otherwise occupied."

I chuckled and, after another minute, pulled away from him. "I missed you too. We'll make some time tomorrow, I think I'm going to take the day off, give myself a long weekend." I grabbed his arm and pushed him toward the door. "Now get out of here. Your wife probably misses you, and I still need to finish my shopping before I head home."

"You don't have to do that," Circe said. "You've just been through an ordeal. Go home and get some rest. We still don't know if what happened might have affected you in other ways."

"It's fine," I said. "I feel fine now." And it was true. My headache was gone, and in fact, I felt great, like I could run a marathon and still have energy to spare. "Besides, if there are any lingering magical effects," I turned to her. "Who better to help than an eternal sorceress."

"He's got you there," Elias said. He sighed. "I'm still upset, but I understand why you did what you did. To be honest, I was curious myself." At my curious glance, he said "Have Circe explain it to you, you'll understand why things aren't adding up." With that, he left, leaving me with Circe and the still kneeling Luthor.

After he had gone, she stood. "Now," she said. Stepping to Luthor. "What to do about you."

Luthor lowered his head apologetically.

"You manhandled one of my clients without first ascertaining the situation and attempted bodily harm on him."

"I offer my sincerest apologies to you, Mr. Anderson," he said. "And to you, Madam. I failed to understand the truth of what had happened and allowed my emotions to overwhelm my senses. I beg your forgiveness, both of yours."

She glanced back at me. "Well, he apologized, which I suppose is the best we can hope for. Unless" her eyes twinkled. "You may do whatever you want to him," she said. "Or, given your tastes, you may have him do whatever he wants to you."

My cock jumped a bit in my pants as I imagined Luthor's enormous cock, erect and standing tall. I imagined him shoving it past my lips, spearing my ass, and covering me with his cum. "He was just doing his job," I said instead. "Don't beat him up to badly about it. I probably would have done the same in his position. Though, maybe in the future, I may take you up on that offer."

I couldn't help but grin as Luthor's cock twitch at my words. Noticing my look, Circe smiled. "It's an open invitation. I'm sure Luthor would do anything to make up for his mistakes, wouldn't you Luthor?"

"Of course, madam," he said. "I will do whatever it takes to atone for my grievous error."

"Fair enough," she said. "You may leave. I still need to have a conversation with the young man."

Luthor stood, finally looking me in the eyes, and I swear I saw a glint of satisfaction in his eyes, like this was the result he had been expecting. As he passed by me, he leaned down. "By careful what we wish for, sir," he whispered. "Minotaurs can go for hours daily, and I haven't had a good hole in years. I'll make you incapable of speech."

I patted his arm as he passed. "Looking forward to it, big guy."

As he exited, I noticed Circe smiling at me. "You organized all of this, didn't you?"

She shrugged. "Luthor's been looking for a good bitch for years, and giving your...condition and tastes, I figured you'd be perfect to fill that role."

I laughed. "You sneaky bitch," I said, sitting back on the couch.

She chuckled as she sat beside me. "So," she started. "We need to have a conversation about...all of that." She gestured, and I knew she was referring to the failure of her magic.

"What exactly happened?"

"You resisted me," she said simply. "The spell took hold, I felt it grab you. But even using all my power, I was unable to make you submit. It nearly killed you but resisted."

"What made you want to test that in the first place?"

"Your story," she replied. "There were a few inconsistencies that piqued my curiosity."

"Such as?"

"For starters, your recounting of your time with Kyree. Put simply, when it comes to half-breeds, there are always specific non-human beings whose traits are dominant in the offspring. Incubi are one of those. So even though he is only half Incubus, he is only marginally weaker than a full-blooded incubus."

"Your point?" I asked.

"When you walked in on him in the shower, given the fact he had just finished masturbating, your reaction should have been completely different."

"How so?"

"You should have fallen over yourself to please his cock. You should have given yourself to him completely and utterly, doing whatever you had to please him, becoming nothing more than his sex slave for the rest of your life. Then there is your time with Elias."

"Oh? I quite enjoyed my time with him."

"That's the point. Did you feel any urges afterward? Any desire to be always with him, that being apart from him was torture, and that just seeing his face would be enough to satisfy you?"

"Not particularly," I answered. "I don't like being away from him. I feel safe with him, and enjoy his presence, but I didn't feel any of what you're describing."

She frowned, placing a finger to her lips. "Do you know why there aren't many human/non-human hybrids, and why you don't see to many relationships between humans and non-humans?"

I had thought about it. Besides Kyle and Sammy, I had never even seen another relationship between humans and non-humans. Additionally, in the case of half-breeds, some scientist had worked it out that for every thousand half-breeds, only one of them were between a human and a non-human. "In all honestly, I never thought about it."

"It's because there is something about non-humans that most humans don't know."

"What?"

"Non-human sexual fluid is addictive to humans. A human with a strong will can resist it for a time, but the more fluid a human consumes, the more dependent on it they become. And considering how much non-human cum you've consumed in the last two days; you should be going through horrible withdrawals from going so long without your fix."

"Why didn't Elias say anything?" I asked, then realized he did. When he gave me an out, he warned that I would become dependent on him. That's what he meant. "Oh."

"Yeah, so imagine his surprise, when you weren't throwing yourself at him the next day, begging for his cock."

"What exactly does all of this mean?"

"Honestly," she sighed, slumping against me. "I have no fucking clue. I tried to root around in your memories while you were asleep, and it was like trying to breach a fortress single-handedly. In short, your brain is locked up tight, not allowing any entrance from any overt physic influence. The only reason Kyree's influence worked on you is because it was subtle enough to slip behind your defenses, like a spy behind enemy lines."

"So, I'm not able to be affected by mind control unless it's subtle?"

"Even then, unless it's something you want to happen, I'm sure you can choose to block it out. I'll be honest," she began trailing a finger up my arm. "I have never met a human like you. And it's fascinating." She threw a leg over me, straddling me. "And there's nothing more arousing to me than a mystery."

I chuckled and patted her bare ass, barely covered by her dress's skirt, and realized she was not wearing any panties. "How about this, we get me shopping done, and next time, you can investigate me to your hearts content."

"I'll hold you to that," she leaned up and whispered into my ear, nibbling on it playfully, causing me to let out a small moan. She hopped off my lap, and I noticed a wet mark on my crotch that, for once, was not from my leaking cock.

"Come then," she said, grabbing my arm and pulling me from the couch. "Let me show you the wonders that the Midnight Dream can offer."

"I've noticed that there aren't very many customers here," I said as I perused the wares the Midnight Dream offered.

Thus far, it had all been standard affair. I had found a butt plug perfect for beginners and some lube to go with it. I had also purchased a manual regarding all things oral, from giving the best blowjobs to using your mouth to pleasure women. In addition to these items, I had also chosen a length off soft bondage rope. While I was not into hardcore bondage, I would readily admit that the thought of having my hands tied behind my back while pleasuring a cock was a bit of a turn on, though I did not know if it was something I would be into.