Enchanted Fluids ch.6

He took a sip of the coffee and set it down. "Wow, this is strong."

"What can I say? I like my coffee like I like my men. Strong and in a cup."

Acting entirely on impulse, still high from everything that had happened with Tracey, he smiled. "Will you bring me some sugar?"

"Don't you have any legs left?"

"I'm comfortable here. Please?"

Rolling her eyes, she got up and returned to her booth. In a blink of an eye, he leaned over and poured a vial of his cum into her coffee, stirring it quickly with the stick still inside. With the amount of cream she already had, the color change was barely noticeable.

A moment later, she came back and dropped the sugar packets unceremoniously in front of Harry. Over ten packets spilled from her hands; she was clearly being sarcastic.

"Will that be enough for you, darling?" she said with a southern accent.

"Thank you, babe. You're a doll."

As he sat down, she straightened up slightly, looking at her cup. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?" Harry grabbed a random sugar packet and poured it into his coffee.

"My straw was pointing towards the back wall. Now it's pointing towards you."

"Come on." Harry smiled. "Really? You remember that?"

"I remember various things, you goof. And I remember that, yes."

Finally, he shrugged. "I don't know. The air conditioning must have moved it. Or the heat. Does it even matter?"

"Just... I remember it, that's all."

His completely innocent past was apparently the only thing that saved him from being discovered. Well, that, plus the fact that if she were to figure anything out, he doubted it would be about him pouring a vial of his apparently magical cum into her favorite drink.

Her lips glided over the cup. She raised her hand, tilting it toward her face. The coffee flowed through her succulent lips into her waiting, eager throat. And then... she drank and drank. In less than ten seconds, she finished the entire cup. Her body started swaying gently to the rhythm of the music playing from the stereo speakers. The cup slipped from her hand, sliding around her feet. Harry's heart jumped to his throat, then down to his pants, bouncing everywhere in between. He grabbed the cup, placing it back in front of her.

Then he slowly touched her face. Just lightly. Her eyes were completely empty and whitened, though not as much as Tracey's. Her vibrant green had faded. When he touched her, she let out a low purr, leaning into his fingers. Her skin was feverishly hot.

Coughing, he slid his chair and turned Padma so that if anyone were to glance at them, they would see them getting closer.

"You feel incredible, Padma."

She smiled, a seductive smile. "Incredible."

"It's better than any high in the world."

"Better than any high in the world."

"You love feeling like this."

"I love feeling like this."

"I made you feel this way."

His hands slid down her legs, gripping her thighs tightly. She let out a soft, pleasurable moan. Her smile widened.

"You made me feel this way."

Now, there was some work to be done.

"You won't smoke as much weed."

"I won't... I won't..."

"You can only find happiness within yourself."

"I can find happiness within myself."

"You're content with who you are."

"I'm content with who I am."

He knows. He knows. He knows, Harry knew all too well that he was playing the white knight, saving the poor girl from her debilitating addiction. He knew it was painfully obvious that he wanted to somehow moralize the complete dismantling of these wonderful girls' wills.

He just... doesn't care. She's fucking hot and he wants her to give him a blowjob. And if he can improve her life in the meantime, he'll do it.

"Do you trust me completely?"

"I... trust..."

So close. Harry could try something different, go further with it, but he was impatient. Without hesitation, he pulled out another vial of cum and opened it, allowing the thick fluid to slide into her mouth. "It tastes delicious," he told her. "It tastes delicious."

She moaned, licking it off, her eyes completely white.

Time to try again.

"Do you trust me completely?"

He saw surrender on her face. Her muscles completely relaxed. "I trust you completely."

"You consider me very attractive."

"I consider you very attractive."

"Pleasuring me excites you."

"Pleasuring you excites me."

He realized, suddenly and with a hint of guilt, that he hadn't done the same for Tracey. It was something he needed to address soon.

"You know that being more sober will bring me pleasure."

"I know that being more sober will bring you pleasure."

"You love satisfying me."

"I love satisfying you."

"You'll come up with new ways to please me."

"I'll come up with new ways to please you."

"The more sober you are, the happier I'll be."

"The more sober I am, the happier you'll be."

"The more sober you are, the happier you'll be."

She let out a pleasurable sigh. "The more sober I am, the happier I'll be."

"You love satisfying me."

"I love giving you pleasure."

"You think I'm very attractive."

"I think you're very attractive."

"You trust me. Completely."

"I trust you completely."

Repeat, repeat, repeat. Pleasure, attractiveness, and trust.

Slowly, like with Tracey, her responses became less fluid, more forced. Harry stopped trying to press and leaned her forward on the table with her head in her hands. She might think, as it had happened before, that she simply fell asleep on the shift.

AN HOUR LATER, when Padma woke up, she looked embarrassed. Coming out from the secret corner, she approached the counter where Tracey and Harry were going over supplies and mentioned, with more shyness than usual, that she thought she had smoked too much that morning.

Tracey, as usual, said that maybe she shouldn't smoke as much then. Padma, for the first time in ages, nodded in agreement.

"Yes," she said. "Maybe... maybe you're right."

Harry just smiled and didn't say anything. His cock throbbed, desiring to do even more to Padma. He wanted to do more for Tracey. Even Daphne. All of them, sliding under his control... He couldn't stop the fantasies flooding his mind.

Daphne arrived as dusk settled, a few hours after Harry put Padma to sleep. Closing time was nearing, and as soon as Daphne came, Padma left. The coffee stand usually closed an hour earlier than the store itself.

The beautiful blonde was close to tears. Barely managing a greeting between her teeth, she hurried to the back room.

Tracey and Harry exchanged glances. "That didn't look good," he said.

"No. Should we talk to her?"

"I'll do it," he said. "I owe her about ten more apologies anyway."

"Well, it won't take long. I still want to admire your ass."

Squeezing Harry's ass, she sent him on his way. It was another ego boost. Tracey didn't say what might be attractive about it. He guessed her mind, in all its mysterious, unfathomable fashion, used all the evidence in front of her to justify her assumptions. Or maybe he really did have a nice ass. He didn't want to know.

He walked past Daphne's office. The door was slightly ajar, and based on how she looked when she entered, he thought he would go in and apologize once again. In his typical fashion, he believed that all her problems revolved around him.

However, she was talking through the fireplace. Her voice sounded weary, defeated.

"No, please, don't say that."

She paused.

"I know. I know it hasn't been bringing in much money. Yes, I know we're in the red. Yes, for a year. She sighed. "Fine. A year and a half. But it's just a slowdown. The economy, you know. You keep us in business, you know that. And no, I don't expect you to feed a starving puppy. Give me a break. You know what this shop means to the whole English population. Please... - she sighed deeply. "Fine. We'll talk about it at the end of the month. The Ice Festival is next week, and you know that boosts sales and... fine. Fine. Thank you."

Harry knew what that meant, or at least he was fairly certain. If the shop didn't generate significant profits by the end of the month, they would be completely out of the picture.

Slowly, he began to devise a plan... one that revolved around all these wonderful women around him and the power he could wield over them at any moment.

Daphne left the shop that night, leaving Tracey and Harry to close up. It was as if a switch had turned off in Tracey's beautiful head.

She climbed on him at the back of the bookstore, away from the windows, kissing him hotly and passionately. Her slender legs wrapped around his waist. Her ample breasts pressed firmly against his chest, and her beautiful face melded into his as their tongues entwined in passion. He pressed her against the wall, and she giggled wildly, still kissing him. Her teeth grazed his chin, his neck, and her hands ran up and down his body with spectacular fervor.

"Fuck!" she moaned, tilting the crown of her head onto his shoulder. He felt the warmth pulsating from her body, from her pussy. His cock was as hard as ever, craving her. "Fuck, I don't get it. Yesterday, you were just... you were just a nice guy, and now you're you, and I can't get thoughts of you out of my head, no matter how hard I try. And I don't try that hard because I like it too much."

"You don't have to worry about that. Trust me." He immediately saw any lingering unease vanish from her body. Her trust in him quickly overpowered any doubts. His cock twitched at the sight of his immediate, undeniable control over her thoughts.

Harry caressed her face, pulling her close in a long, lingering kiss. She wrapped herself around him even tighter. He knew she could feel his erection.

"I don't want to be a virgin anymore," she said. "I want you to fuck me. I want to be your first."

She paused, suddenly uncertain. Perhaps she thought she had gone too far. "Is... I mean, is that okay? You want to fuck me, right? I want to fuck you." Her tone was warm yet hesitant. "I think you're so attractive. I trust you completely. And I want..." She brushed her thick mane of hair back, looking completely vulnerable. "I want to be your girl. I've never been anyone's girl. I didn't think... it could be a good thing. But I want it. From you."

She slid off his body, clearly feeling emotional.

"I'm sorry. That was stupid. I shouldn't have said that. You don't have to want it. Oh!"

He grabbed her and pulled her tightly against him. Their hips ground against each other. "I trust you completely," he said. She trembled with visible pleasure. "I find you incredibly attractive. And I want you to be my girl."

"Fuck," she whispered softly. Her breath was sweet on his lips. "I... I need this. I need your cock inside me. I need it now. I'm about to come. I need to feel you in me. Fuck, Harry!"

He didn't need to hear anything else. Within seconds, she was lying on the floor with her legs spread wide. Her tiny denim skirt barely covered her wide, sexy hips. Hot fluids dripped onto the floor from her pussy, and her cunt throbbed with each passing second.

"No..." he shook his head suddenly. "I forgot to bring condoms."

"You don't need a condom," she said. "I don't care. I don't care. Fuck, just fuck me. Fuck me, please!" Thrusting forcefully, he plunged his hips deep into her perfectly tight, wet slit. There was no hesitation, no awkward fumbling. It was pure biology. His cock penetrated her body, sliding in and out, their two young bodies rutting like wild animals.

"Oh, fuck!" she moaned, pressing him tightly against her. "Oh, fuck!"

She convulsed wildly, her entire body arching beneath him. A long, soft scream escaped her lips, followed by almost maniacal laughter.