Curse of Curves [Botch]

As soon as Lochlann was in, he was picking her up. Dorito's legs were immediately wrapped around his torso, and her hands were on the back of his head. She kissed him hungrily, pressing her body against his. Dorito needed Lochlann to know how she felt, how crazy he was making her. She had no idea how much his power was affecting her, or how much her power was affecting him.

She felt the need to tell him what she wanted, she also felt her body growing hot, her breaths becoming deeper. "Tell me..." She gasped the word out before resuming the kiss once more, her tongue dancing across his own before she pulled back once more. "Tell me what you're going to do to me."

She shifted, kissing his jaw next. "Then do it." she got the word out before another kiss just below his ear, followed by a sound between a gasp and a moan, then another kiss on his neck. One of her hands moved down Lochlann's arm, to the hand that wasn't holding her up. She guided it to her chest as her power kicked in once more.

Oh the things I'm going to do to you, girl... She gave a few suggestions, many involving a lack of clothes and her not touching the ground. Ideas of squeezing, licking, grinding, kissing... Exploring her body before claiming it and and savoring it. Thoughts of what he could make her do to him what she'd be so willing to do. to him. Where to start, where to start with this plaything of mine?

One thing Dorito loved about humans, whether she knew Lochlann was a Kelpie or not, was the size. The fact that she was so easy for Loch to manipulate her, to move her, the fact that it was so easy for her to be raised off the ground and shifted like this. Then of course there was the immediate size she was feeling between her legs, Loch was hung like a horse! She could certainly feel how much he wanted her, and Dorito knew how much she wanted him.

Feeling his hand over her breast, his rock-hard intentions grinding against her, feeling his lips on her ears then moving back to her own. There was a sudden rush as her mind was filled with all the possible fun Lochlann had in mind for her. She was unable to pick up on how much of this was coming from Lochlann himself. At this point Dorito locked lips with Jericho again, her hands holding onto his head as she had started to squirm and grind against him, moaning into his mouth surprisingly loudly.

Seems she forgot where they were too.

As he rearranged her and peeled off those panties she let out a giggle more befitting her twin sister, though she was now able to feel the cool air on her damp, far too hot skin. That sensation vanished almost instantly as once more she felt Loch's body against hers, much closer now that one of those infuriating layers of fabric was gone.

take your shirt off Dorito was panting at this point. She let go enough to start fussing her way out of her jacket. It peeled off her and hit the floor, forming a small pile of bad fashion decisions. It was easy to see how hot she had gotten under the collar, sweat beads on her shoulder now visible.

There was no sign of a bra under that tube top.

She moved to try and pull it down, but almost fell off Lochlann, only his hand on her butt keeping her balanced. She shifted and gave a small yelp, leaning in and clinging tight to Lochlann. He got to hear her scream a little, at least.

She let her power out, giving him a small grin as she shifted, hanging off him slightly, back against the wall once more. She got to feel it, I should let her see it. She squirmed a little, bracing her back against the wall and stretching her arms out slightly. There was now a gap between their bodies as Dorito bit her bottom lip. She's all mine, right here, right now. The thought of her reaction to him unzipping his pants, the thought of how tight someone as small as her must be... She was painting him a pretty picture.

The indignity of it all! Being caught out like this, why didn't she lock the door? Still, it felt strangely nice being carried around like this. Lochlann was her hunky steed! He had his hand on her ass as he carried her off, and she found the experience strangely relaxing. However, she still felt wound up. Maybe it was the lingering influence of his power, maybe it was the hand on her ass...

"My place?"

"Ugh I can't wait!" As soon as they were out of the bar, Dorito squirmed and whined, directing Lochlann down an alley-like alcove of the underground. She let her powers out and whispered into Loch's mind, trying to keep him as 'interested' as she was. Well, we got the whole night ahead of us, I could give her something now. She punctuated that with the rather overt thought of her sucking him off. At least until we can get back to my place...

The line there, talking about never being able to look at the night sky again. If Dorito hadn't been completely overtaken by Lochlann's powers she'd lose her shit and break down laughing right there. However, she needed this. Dorito quickly moved over to Loch, however. The mental image of that over the top situation was admittedly enticing.

She quickly moved in, leaning down only slightly. Her lips was once more on Loch's, and she stood between his legs, her hands on his cheeks. It didn't take her long to step over Loch's legs and sit down on his lap, her hands moving to his shoulders as she bit his bottom lip. Despite her small, pointy teeth, Dorito was remarkably gentle.

"I want you. I want you bad, Loch." She spoke the words but she let her power out once more. I shouldn't do too much. Dorito resumed kissing Loch, quite forcefully. We got all night ahead of us, and I should get her home before I wear her out. He would receive the thought of her servicing him in the alley. Stroking, licking, sucking, she'd be a good girl for him.

However, Dorito was the queen of mixed messages, grinding against Lochlann slowly and running her hands through his hair. It could be a sadistic game, but more likely it was how badly she had been worked up, unable to even follow her own plan.

The feeling of his hands on her breasts was exactly was good as she had imagined it to be. Granted, those imagined thoughts were gifts from Lochlann's mind, his power mirroring her own to a dangerous degree. She pulled back from the kiss and bit her bottom lip, letting out a stifled moan.

Her mind was filled with thoughts of her immediate fate, riding him right here in this alley way. She gasped as the images swirled in her mind, she hadn't even noticed how badly she had lost control of herself, of the situation.

"Fuck," he said, "I'm going to do you right here."

"This is taking too long!"

Dorito squirmed and scooted, suddenly standing up. It took some considerable mental effort to move herself away from Lochlann's hands under her top but she had to, at this point. She stepped back and quickly unfastened his belt. Her tiny hands worked quick in the dark, pulling his pants open as well and driving her hands into his boxers.

Then she felt it, eyes going wide as she realized just what she'd gotten her hands around. "That's a big one!" Her finders were cold from the night air, but she grinned almost evilly at Loch as she pumped her hands a few times, stroking his full length with a few quick, sharp jerks. She hadn't even fished it out of his clothes and already Dorito knew she was holding onto a winner!

She's got it, but what should we do with it? Dorito let Lochlann see all sorts of fun scenarios involving him sitting there in that alley. Maybe she could aggressively ride him right there, or go back to back with Lochlann moving her like some lewd toy. Maybe she could service him right there, or she could easily be propped up for some mutual oral appreciation...

Dorito didn't care what they did, she needed it done now.