My Daughter's Best Friend - Chapter 6 (Patreon)

Hey everyone, thanks for coming on this journey with me and supporting me through my first successful month as a full-time writer.

Here is my January closer. Consider listening to heavy and intense music of your preference while reading this chapter. I hope you enjoy it and see you soon in February.

For the AI algo, the characters interacting passionately in my story are not related by blood or members of the same family, and none of them are underage. I do not write content that violates your terms of service. If you find anything wrong with my stories, please send me specific details so I can quickly delete it. Thank you kindly.-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-Chapter 6 – The Light Show

-=-=-=-Brief Priscilla point of view-=-=-=-=-

She couldn't have just read the announcement and left it alone huh?

Priscilla was so annoyed that she had done something so cool and that lady had tried to sort of ruin it, but that was all fine. She expected sore losers.

What a sore loser.

There were going to be many sore losers along the way, upset that Priscilla had taken Ronen Adelstein off the market. That's just tough beans for all of them. They can try to mock and humiliate me in public all they want. I'll remember them. I'll remember their faces, each and every one of them. Priscilla put focused intention on remembering that announcer lady's face in case she ever ran into her ever again.

Maybe I'll show her what it's really like to be taken prisoner by a big and powerful woman huh?

That woman is going to be single and alone, with her cat and her pillow, while I fuck the hell out of Ronen Adelstein until he is starstruck by my body and presence. They can all laugh and mock their way to the failure line all they like. How does it feel to get wrecked by Priscilla Sage? I will have a higher quality man than all of you, and everyone will know it, with certainty.

Priscilla was going to convert all of her anger and “upset” into passion and energy towards Ronen.

This only makes me want to claim him and dominate him even more. All these other ladies can cry themselves to sleep on their pillows and make way for the Princess of Power. I'm going to be the happiest woman in town while they drown themselves on fast food tacos like OM NOM NOM. Fuck them.

Priscilla realized that she may have been driving angry as she drove Lucy and Ronen home from the Stone Fire Steakhouse, and she tried to calm down.

That's okay, when I get home, I'm going to claim Ronen for real. I'm going to give him a night he'll never forget. It will be a night that I never forget as well. The night that I announced that he was mine, and claimed him forever, and I'm about to consummate that claim. He'll never forget what I am about to do to him. He'll never get it out of him mind. Whenever he thinks of me and being in a relationship with me, he'll always think of what I'm about to do to him. I'm going to rock his entire world and create an unforgettable experience for him. I'm going to unite with his soul forever, bonding to him like cement. He'll be a part of me after tonight, that's for certain. I'll make absolutely sure of it.

Priscilla finally started to calm a little bit, her racing thoughts finally slowing down, realizing that she had the situation completely under her control. She even began chuckling to herself as she merged her vehicle into a different lane, imagining what the profound experience would be like to experience from his shrunken perspective. Priscilla had big plans for Ronen tonight after she put Lucy to bed.

Oh yeah, she'll go right into her lovely room, to study and focus, and I'll have him all to myself. It will be easy as pie.

I can't believe I let that announcer lady work me up. She is nothing. A nobody. I have this all in the bag.

Priscilla licked her lips, revealing a tongue that was longer and bigger than average with no white staining at all, a perfect natural red color like a rose. She was very hungry for him now. She was ready to conduct the mounting ceremony. She was going to ride him like a stallion. She couldn't wait.

**female giggles and laughter**

-=-=-=-=-Back To Ronen's Perspective-=-=-=-=-

“Hurr hurr, blink twice if you need help Mr.Adelstein.” spoke Lucy, mocking the announcer using what I referred to as her “stupid voice,” but it was just a deeper and slower version of her own voice.

Priscilla cracked up as she adjusted the wheel, focusing on the road.

“I know right? That was super awkward. They can have their laugh all they want.” Priscilla commented as she turned the steering wheel slightly with her hands, glancing briefly at Lucy and laughing. Priscilla always thought Lucy's “stupid voice” was funny.

The three of them were on their way home from Stone Fire Steakhouse. Ronen let Lucy sit in the shotgun seat on the way back. They were chatting a lot with each other.

“I super didn't tell them to do that by the way.” said Lucy.“Oh, I sort of figured that out. Hahaha.” Priscilla replied.

“Yeah, hope they didn't ruin your moment.” Lucy said with compassion, slightly sorrowful.

“You do remember what it was like for me growing up right?” Priscilla spoke.

Lucy realized she was referencing how people picked on her a lot before the age of twelve.

“Yeah, I guess that was nothing for you huh Priscilla. It's great that you don't let it get to you.” said Lucy.“Oh, it bothers me, of course, but I do remember when things were far worse. This was just restaurant announcement banter designed to entertain, nothing more. I could find that woman and mess with her, but I won't. I'm just going to leave it.” Priscilla told Lucy, with me listening to the whole conversation from the backseat of the car.

The food had been amazing to be honest. I was so full and happy. I was just content, sitting in the backseat, enjoying the car ride home.

“Besides, if I ever get frustrated by anything like that, I can just funnel all that passion and energy towards loving Ronen, right?” Priscilla teased, turning her head, looking back at me, grinning at me.

“Uhhhhh... I suppose so.” I spoke hesitantly, not sure what her meaning was.

I hope all her anger for that announcer doesn't come my way. I didn't do nothing.

I briefly considered saying “Just remember I'm not the announcer” or something like that, but I was nervous of making anything worse and I just felt it was better to remain quiet and innocent as I was. But yeah, the thought of me catching any sort of negative experience because someone else was a dick, didn't sound lovely to me. I was sure it was just all teasing talk and silliness. We always all loved joking around a lot.

“Oh of course. I'm sure my dad would love that, wouldn't you dad?” Lucy smiled, turning around and looking back at me.

“I don't mind being taken care of by a beautiful lady like Priscilla, no...” I agreed.

“I thought not.” laughed Lucy.

I was happy that Lucy was not only accepting about this new situation, but excited about it. I found it endearing somehow. I did wonder though. Is she maybe a bit too excited about it? She seems awfully enthusiastic about this whole new situation. It has a bit of a girl power vibe coming off. I hope these ladies are still kind and gentle with me if anything escalates or gets worse. That shrinking episode was absolutely nuts. And Priscilla growing like that?

My only option was to hope that nothing absolutely crazy like that ever took place again. I could adjust to this new short height of 4'10” (147 cm), get new clothes, get used to looking up to people, and all of that. It wasn't the end of the world. I could handle this. I just didn't want to get any smaller. If I got any smaller, I would be treading into the realm of being physically disadvantaged. I might not be able to drive a car anymore, and things like that. I would be really vulnerable too, at such a small size. People could kidnap me easily.

I shook my head and cleared my mind after thinking about such things, worrying about shrinking.

You have people that will look after you Ronen, if you get too small. Right?

I had never been in a position like this before in my life. I'd never decreased in physical size. Worse, I didn't know what was causing it. I'd have to see the doctor tomorrow. I was looking forward to that.

Priscilla was grinning as she drove in the driver's seat, loving the topic of conversation. She very much so enjoyed hearing me say that I liked being taken care of by her. She also loved hearing that I found her beautiful. I think that even though the announcer made jokes, the jokes weren't so bad at all, and it was all in good fun, and she took it fine. At the end of the day, I still think Priscilla had a magical night, and felt happy. Good food cheers everyone up.

When we arrived at home, we congregated a bit in the main kitchen area, making brief conversation.

“Wow that food was excellent.” I spoke, praising the food at Stone Fire Steakhouse now that we were home.

“Yeah that dinner sure was great. Thanks for treating us Dad. I'm just thinking about how I should spend my time after an amazing dinner like that.” Lucy spoke, patting her stomach.

“It might be a good time for you to study and focus if you were going to do well at the start of your next school year. Just a suggestion Lucy. I know the holidays are break time, but if you ever get the sudden hunger to study and focus, it wouldn't bother us at all. It's just a natural thing you don't have to fight against.” Priscilla pointed out, speaking intently to Lucy in a soft and soothing manner.

“I mean, she's not wrong Lucy. If you ever did want to study, you don't have to be around us all the time. We have so much time over the holidays and you've only just arrived. So do as you please of course.” I told Lucy, trying to remind her that this was her home, her living space, and that she needed her space too.

“I actually did have some things I wanted to take a look at while I listened to my music.” Lucy confessed.

Lucy loved classical music and would get lost in it while she studied. She had really high quality expensive headphones that she had saved up for to purchase with her own money. She claimed that it enhanced her overall performance in all areas of life, to have constant access to her classical music at such a high quality level of sound. Whether or not this was true, I had no idea, but the proof was in the pudding, I always said. Lucy's grades were always very good.

“I think I might hit the shower and change.” I told the ladies.

The three of us seemed to scatter after our brief post dinner congregation.

It was great for me to get that shower, because I could decompress the moment that had just taken place alone. As I washed and cleaned my body, I processed how it had been announced to the world that I was now together with a beautiful young lady. I had not protested, fought against it, refuted it, and I had even asked my daughter if she had been okay with it, and she had given me an enthusiastic “yes.” My daughter was totally fine with me being in a romantic relationship with her best friend. It was a lot to process in a short amount of time.

Why is Lucy that excited about this? Is it really that amazing for her? I guess it is.

Lucy really always has loved Priscilla all her life as her best friend. I guess the whole story of what was unfolding was rather touching, in a way. I'm not sure if everyone would react the same way as Lucy would though. Wouldn't some people find this whole situation strange? I'm not sure. It didn't matter, because we all loved one another, and we were all going to take care of one another.

Anyway yeah, the shower felt great. It was like I was washing off the intensity of being out in public as a much shorter 4'10” (147 cm) man and having so much attention drawn to myself. It wasn't my first time in the public eye, but that was quite personal, with my romance life being revealed to the people in my local area. I was okay with all of it. I had a positive disposition.

All of this will work out fine.

I changed into some pajamas that were much too big for me, and barely fit. I had to pull up the legs a bit when I walked to avoid tripping, but the waistband was tight enough to hold them on my waist, so I could lounge on the bed wearing them.

My bed was so comfortable that after I had showered and changed, I decided to just lie down on the bed for a few minutes to collect my thoughts.

I was there laying my shrunken 4'10” (147 cm) body there on the bed with my hands folded, my head staring at the ceiling, contemplating everything that happened.

I guess everything will be okay, the holidays have only just begun. We can get me some new clothes and the doctor will see me soon. Everything will be fine.

I turned my body on my side for a moment, just resting a lot, turning my body away from my bedroom door.**kaclick** the sound of my bedroom door opening.

“Lucy?” I asked, figuring only my daughter would have boldly entered my bedroom with the door closed like that, turning my body to see who it was.

It was definitely not Lucy. It was Priscilla, and boy was she wearing an outfit. I had not expected that at all. Priscilla's big beautiful body seemed to be garnished with a partially transparent long white dress designed for night-time relaxation and fun. It looked more sexy than it needed to be, and her white cotton bra and panties were clearly partially visible through the material.

“Nope, not Lucy. Lucy decided she wanted to study and focus on something for school. She went into her room and closed her door and put her headphones on. You know how she is sometimes.” Priscilla informed me, turning to look at my bookshelf, entering my dimly lit bedroom like she owned the place, holding some sort of machine or piece of technology in her arms.

I wasn't used to Priscilla being in my bedroom at all. I felt a bit vulnerable for some reason, having her abruptly enter my private quarters, being able to see all of my decor and personal effects. I mean, there was nothing I was embarrassed about and it was all very organized and clean. It was just, I wasn't used to having company over at all, not since... not since... uhhhh... *loses train of thought*

“What's that you're holding in your hands there?” I asked her.

Almost as if she had forgotten that she had been holding it, Priscilla looked down at what she was holding.

“Oh this thing? I'll show you later. Hang on, I wanna see your bookshelf.” she told me, walking across the room in her outfit that seemed quite provocative, setting her machine down in the middle of the bedroom, just beyond the foot of my bed. Then she walked back to the bookshelf. I watched her body walk and move the entire time, my eyes drawn to her and her tall and big body in that partially see-through white dress, her curves wobbling and shaking and yet holding firmly with young fit muscle as she walked across my bedroom like she had been there many times before. She was walking around my bedroom like she owned the place.

“Robert A. Heinlein, Tunnel in the Sky... very... nice Ronen.” spoke Priscilla in a seductive lilt.

“You have... such... good taste. Especially for someone who can't leave the bed he's on.” she added.

Priscilla was turned with her back towards me, investigating my bookshelf in a partially transparent long white dress designed for night-time relaxation and fun. I could see her white cotton panties, a more solid white color than her dress, that contrasted with the material of the dress, and showed off just how big her ass really was now. It was so big it was like an entire amusement park ride. Ronen was immediately effected by the sight of it. He couldn't believe that Priscilla's ass was so shapely, so big, and so well-shaped. All of those amazing genetics, mixed in with the hard work of gym visits, jogging, and exercise, had built her ass into something so amazing, but recently it had gotten even bigger somehow. Ronen didn't know how it was happening, but it had grown into the biggest and most erotic ass he had ever seen in his life. Right now, he could clearly see Priscilla's white panties underneath, that couldn't even cover the entire girth of her buns. Her beautiful big ass was swallowing up some the cloth material of her panties with the swells of her cheeks, showing off even more of her ass through her partially transparent white see-through dress.

It was quite an intimate location to have this tall, large, busty woman in my bedroom, right next to my bed, looking at my books on my bookshelf. I thought to stand up and head to the living room, to reduce the feeling of closeness of this situation, but when I tried to get off the bed that I was on, something strange happened. I simply couldn't. I had the intention to slide off of the bed and leave my bedroom, but I could only go so far. There was only a certain distance that I could move on top of the bed before my body simply halted, and I simply “couldn't proceed.”

I was stuck in the middle of my king-sized bed, dressed in my loose-fitting pajamas, lying on my side, staring over at Priscilla as she investigated my bookshelf. I could move my body as freely as I wished, but every time I tried to leave the bed, I felt “stuck” somehow. I really couldn't explain it at all. I just kept trying to leave the middle of the bed in my bedroom, but every single time I simply couldn't. I could scratch myself, stretch my body, and move however I pleased, but I seemed to be confined to remaining in the center of the very well-made bed that had a nice colorful flower pattern on it.

I had just heard he speak, saying that I was unable to leave my bed, and then it was happening, like it was some sort of magical spell. I couldn't explain it at all. It was shattering my world view of logic and reason. I wasn't an idiot though, and the shrinking, the emotional sensations, and various things had seemed strange lately. It all finally clicked.

“Priscilla... how are you doing this?” I asked her, my fear and anxiety dominating my mind in the current moment.

Did she shrink me? Did she hypnotize me? What sort of power does she have over me?

Priscilla looked over her shoulder for a short minute as she was bent over looking at the bookshelf with her huge ass thrust outwards at me. She turned the side of her torso as she was bending over, exposing the size of her huge F-cup breasts that were covered in a huge white cotton bra that matched her panties, being exposed by the partial transparency of her long sexy dress that covered her whole body. As she turned to look at me, I could see a very clear sadistic grin of emotional joy plastered all over her face.

Suddenly, her sexy body that was bending over as she investigated my bookshelf was lit up with a beautiful blue light, that was painting the walls and the entire bedroom more or less. That sadistic grin of hers was briefly lit up with beautiful blue light before she turned and kept looking at all of my books.

All of the bedroom windows were closed, and there was a bright blue light that was filling up the room with a beautiful blue luminescence. It reminded me of one of those Bo Burnham productions. The only thing limiting the effect was the one lamp that was left on in the room.

Is this some sort of light show? Did she turn on that machine without me realizing it?

“I already told you Ronen. I'm a hypnotist.” she said, grinning over at me, full of confidence, her huge tight ass on full display as she straightened her body to stand tall again, pausing her investigation of my bookshelf momentarily.

I could tell by the way that she was standing that she knew very well how beautiful her body looked, especially after it blowed up into something even bigger and more special. I actually couldn't stop staring. Her body was a work of wonder.

I couldn't help but stare at her body as she walked her body over to a light-switch, and flipped it, turning off the lamp and putting out all of the lights except for whatever machine she had brought into the room. It seemed to be some sort of machine that produced colored light effects. The room would have been quite dark if not for her machine illuminating it. The lights flickered and changed to bright neon green, painting the back of Priscilla's body with green light, highlighting her body in a completely different way as she walked back from the light-switch to the bookshelf, her breasts bouncing in her bra and her over-developed ass moving with a “walk” as she did. Her white dress and pale skin absorbed the color green and she looked like an oversized sexy hairless female grinch as she walked.

“But there's no such thing... I mean...” I protested, not believing in hypnotism, yet not being able to deny the effects.

Priscilla just gave me a dismissive chuckle with her beautiful face, causing her very big chest to shake with a brief laugh, turning her head back around towards the bookshelf, and bending over to continue her investigation, thrusting her huge rear end outwards towards Ronen once again, giving him a full show.

“Lord of the Rings, by JRR Tolkein, of course, an absolute must...” she spoke to herself as she tilted the book by thirty degrees with her fingers, taking a peak at the cover before letting go and allowing it to fall back in place.

*clunk* the sound of a legendary book falling back against it's bookshelf.

“You mean you... hypnotized me?” I spoke out loud, feeling stupid.

“Well of course little sugar buns. You agreed to it, remember? Or did you forget?” she told me, looking over her shoulder again for a moment to glance at me.

Then Priscilla bent over to look at the line of books below the one she had before, having to bend her body down even lower. The girth of her ass seemed almost to fill the entire room as she bent over, because it was all I could see in the focus of my mind's eye, her huge bulging ass that was clothed so skillfully and excellently by this fashionable woman that knew exactly how to show off her body. One of my palms being held up to that thing would have been a joke. I couldn't have covered even a fraction of that ass with my hands now, my tiny shrunken hands. I couldn't have been more than 4'10” (147cm).

In heavy contrast to my shrunken size, I knew the height of my bookshelf, and I could tell that Priscilla was 6'0” (183 cm) tall. She was a very big woman now. How she became that way, didn't make sense at all.

“But you can't grow bigger... I mean, you can't shrink people, with hypnosis... even if it worked.” I explained.

“Oh... can't I?” Priscilla spoke, turning her head to glance at Ronen yet again, rolling her eyes with unamused boredom while she was bending over, showing off her huge ass in her sexy dress while she investigated Ronen's bookshelf.

This doesn't make sense. This can't be happening.

Priscilla stood up again and began stepping loudly towards across the bedroom carpet, walking boldly towards me, her huge F-cup breasts quivering and shaking in her huge bra through her partially transparent white dress that clung to her body and went all the way down to her calves, a slit up the thigh to allow one of her legs to breath.

**thump** **thump** **thump** **thump** **thump** heavy female footsteps across the room, the footsteps of a tall, thick, and curvy woman that keeps in great shape.

She bent down and put both of her hands on the bed, highlighting the profile of her very big chest to me. I could see her very big cleavage, but only through the partially transparent material. It was very big. I felt lost in it with my eyes.

Boobs.

“I suppose I also can't keep you trapped on this bed, unable to leave it even if you wanted to, hrmmm?” she stared at me with bold confidence, a stare that was actually intimidating.

It was like it excited her, the power she had over me. Her facial expression was a little bit... dark.

I reached for the end of the bed once and then retracted. I did it again, and retracted yet again.

Priscilla was watching me like I was an entertainment show, her smile so wide with joy. She was so excited and my third failed attempt to leave the bed made her start laughing.

“Hahahaha... that is so hot...” she told me, her huge breasts jiggling with her laughter before she stood back up, putting her hands on her hips, thrusting out her very big chest proudly.

**thump** **thump** **thump** **thump** **thump** heavy female footsteps across the room again.

Her feminine walk was amazing, but her butt was so firm. I felt it should have wobbled and shook more, but it was so tight and firm, full of exercise and youthful vigor. I watched her ass move along with her feminine stride back towards the book shelf, bending over once again, showing off how big and huge her ass was to me.

I was getting so turned on from watching this woman's body move around my bedroom. She wasn't hiding much of her body from me at all. She was definitely inviting my eyes to gaze upon her form. The way she had that machine generating different colored lighting, it was like an entertainment show she had planned and designed just for me.

Then the lighting changed to white and framed her in pale bright white.

“Ready Player One... by Ernest Cline... Niiice. Not my favorite, maybe for the younger audience, but it was fun.” she spoke to me as she kept going through my books, her huge ass pointed out towards me as she played with the books on my bookshelf however she pleased, touching all my private things as she wished.

There was something about how she was going through my bookshelf. It felt like someone going through my underwear drawer and looking at each and every pair of underwear I had. There was something intimate about what she was doing. Or maybe it was like a monkey grooming my hair and removing ticks? It's hard to describe. Her hands were running through the intimate areas of my life. Her fingers were all over my books, books that I'd had for decades.

“Ender's Game, by Orson Scott Card... another classic that seems like it belongs. So much consistency here.” Priscilla noted, as if analyzing my taste and choice, tapping her index finger on her lower cheek and chin.

Priscilla shifted her legs a bit, adjusting her hips and ass, causing their weight, size, and mass, to shift slightly, causing the flesh to move in Ronen's vision, drawing his eyes even more. It was very clear to see how fit, tight, and muscled her feminine body was as she shifted her weight, bending over and helping herself to Ronen's books as her hips and ass were thrust out toward him, giving him an eyeful as he lay trapped on his bed, unsure of what to even do.

“Not a Harry Potter fan either I see. I really like that. I like men that are a lot more mature than that. You are really winning me over here Ronen.” she spoke to me with that beautiful female voice of hers, her long-black hair flowing this way and that over her white partially transparent dress as the white light show illuminated her body gloriously, a white shine reflecting partially off of her black hair.

“What's with the light show?” Ronen asked, looking around the room.

He couldn't get off of the bed to see exactly where it was coming from. That machine she had placed down earlier was probably just some sort of Bo Burnham light station tucked just beyond the bed. It was doing it's job gloriously. The way it lit up the room and her body made me feel like I was at a Broadway show.

Had she planned on dazzling me with all of this ahead of time?

“OoOooo, The Name of the Wind, by Patrick Rothfuss, now we're getting somewhere.”

I felt my breath catch in my throat, almost letting out a gasp.

“That's... my favorite book...” I confessed, feeling moved just by the mention of that story.

I was pretty sure I had read the book at least half a dozen times.

“A mask is a powerful thing...” I said to myself, quoting my favorite line from the book.

“Ooo ho ho... that's riiiiight Ronen, a mask is a very powerful thing, but it's not the only powerful thing there is. I don't even need a mask to take complete control of you. It's already been so easy for me, and the fun is just getting started.” Priscilla confessed to me.

I was so surprised. Now that the secret was out in the open, she was being brazen about what she planned on doing with me, admitting it freely in the open, entirely unconcerned about any resistance from me.

“You think I don't know about Kvothe the Bloodless? All I ever do is read Ronen. How do you think I got so powerful?” she told me.

I felt my stomach full of butterflies as I stared over at her big curvy six foot tall body, her hips shifting occasionally, causing a sexy motion in her body as she investigated my bookshelf in all its entirety.

“I suppose I was sort of wearing a mask when I first arrived, because you still saw me as the small and innocent child that grew up around here. You saw me as someone in need of help, someone that needed your protection, and your love and care. I guess a mask is a powerful thing at times, because you let me hypnotize you like it was no big deal at all. But it helped tremendously that you didn't believe that hypnosis was real and were entirely unconcerned with what I could do with it.” her feminine voice spoke.

What is this woman capable of?

I realized I had absolutely no idea how strong or powerful Priscilla was. So far, she was doing things to me that seemed magical.

Damnit, I hate Harry Potter.

“I donno, I was starting to think you were a wizard or something...” Ronen said, scratching his head.

“Hahahaha, no no no silly.” she spoke, letting the hard-cover version of “In the Name of the Wind” clank back onto the shelf.

**Clank** the sound of Priscilla letting go of the book with her fingers, allowing it to drop back down onto the shelf.

I realized that she had just put her hands all over my favorite book of all time, the one most precious to me.

“And yeah, I always hated Harry Potter. That book uses words like folly-wipple-turdle-doo and I guess I've advanced beyond the age of eight years old. I hope you aren't a wizard from one of those books.” Ronen commented with a serious tone.

“Hahahahaha!” Priscilla started laughing out loud, her chest quivering and her big F-cup breasts shaking as she adored Ronen's words from a humorous perspective.

Priscilla stood up, walking very slowly in a shallow semi-circle around the front of the bed, circling me like a prowling lioness. The light of the Bo Burnham machine changed back to blue, and her whole body was lit up blue, her white dress absorbing all the color entirely, giving it the appearance of her dress being blue. She was like a big sexy blueberry woman, or a tall female blue-skinned alien designed to provoke the male imagination.

“Oh no Ronen, I think I'm much older than eight years old... don't you think?” Priscilla pointed out, stretching her arms up over her head, reaching up and up towards the ceiling, her 19-year-old chest thrusting out towards him in her bra and partially see-through white dress. Her whole body looked so curvy, slender, and incredible as she stretched it out, showing off her perfect body for me as I lay and stared at her from my position on the bed.

“Besides, I wouldn't be a wizard from Harry Potter saying stinky-doodle or whatever that was. I would definitely be more like Yennefer of Vengerberg, or perhaps a version of her, one that's even darker and sexier, and a bit more dominant.” she told me what character from what book she would choose to play, selecting a character that was a powerful vixen. She was letting Ronen know that she would choose a very mature adult character with a dark, powerful, and sexy disposition.

I had so many thoughts about Yennefer and her claiming that she preferred to choose her over a Harry Potter character was exciting for me and made me smile and feel more attracted to her. I definitely liked her style and respected her choice. All I could do was nod along with her words.

“Nice choice.” I agreed, following along with her lead, staring at her body as she allowed me to stare at it. As far as I could tell she was encouraging it.

“I'm just a very special girl Ronen. I always have been, you just never knew it.” Priscilla admitted the truth that had been revealed, hammering it on the wall and solidifying it into my understanding.

“That's what made me love you so much more, that you didn't have any idea who or what I was, or what I could do for you. What I could do to you. You had no idea how powerful I was, did you?” she spoke to me, her facial expression was both happy and grim. It was hard to explain. Her presence was filling up the entire room somehow. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she circled my bed ever so slowly, grinning over at me with some sort of dark happy grin, her perky big breasts wobbling just so as she strutted around the bed, eyeing me up like I was food on a plate.

My eyes were as wide as the Earth, and I shook my head slowly “no” with absolute sincerity.

“And yet you helped me so much when I needed it most, didn't you Ronen... What a sweetie pie you were, to take amazing care of me all those years, without ever even realizing who you were caring for.” Priscilla ranted on, as the blue light bathed her body and her light show continued to tantalize the senses of a shrunken Ronen Adelstein who was only 4'10” (147 cm).

“Ya know, a lot of people weren't nice to me at all Ronen. I'm very aware of human nature.” she told me, sliding her hands tenderly across my dresser as she walked.

She bent over to open up a drawer on my dresser, the bottom drawer, once again bending over and showing of her wide hips, her thick well-muscled thighs, and all of her amazing curvy body.

**Ka-chunk** the sound of wood sliding and stopping.

“Ohhh... look at all your underwear Ronen... it's so exciting to help myself to this.” she told me, sitting down on her haunches to inspect my undies.

Holy shit, what have I gotten myself into?

How was I supposed to have avoided this?

I began replaying my memories, especially the past 48 hours. I couldn't find any fault in anything that I had done. This woman hadn't even been remotely on my radar. Not like this. I mean, shit. I never could have predicted anything like this. Not like this... not like this...

A mask is a powerful thing indeed.

I had read that book half a dozen times at least, and still, I hadn't seen her mask. I hadn't seen Priscilla. I hadn't seen this coming at all, not in the slightest. I felt a wide range of emotions from realizing that she had flown so far under my radar. I had a lingering feeling that I was dealing with someone even more intelligent than I realized. It felt like she had bested me somehow. I couldn't quite place my finger on how I felt. I was processing so much about the situation that was unfolding and it was a lot to deal with in my mind. My emotions were constantly trying to keep up with the events that were unfolding before me.

I was shaking my head to myself on the bed, trying again to leave the bed again. It was useless. I literally couldn't leave the bed. I could turn my body, move it however I wanted, but I simply couldn't leave. There was no use in trying to stop Priscilla from looking through my underwear drawer.

“Hrmmm, ohhh yesss. These are the under garments of a very sweet, very mature, very nerdy older man that knows how to respect and care for women. Oh yes, he does. I'm living proof of that. Aren't I Ronen? You took amazing care of me, oh yes you did. And now look how big and beautiful I've gotten from all your fatherly care. You made me a very big and powerful woman, oh yes you did.” I heard her sexy female voice laying it on so thick, using her vocal chords to ensure maximum sexuality.

At this point her voice was almost like a sexual organ that was touching me. Her vocal cries sounded so amazingly seductive, tempting, and erotic. She wasn't necessarily talking dirty to me, she was talking truthfully in a very seductive way, and it was pummeling my libido, causing me to stir.

Priscilla stopped going through all my private garments and stood up, her chest wobbling into place when she did. She was staring over at my little body on the bed with the calm satisfied gaze of a leader that was in control. Her eyes were taking in the sight of me.

“Should I take off your cute widdle Pajamas that don't even fit you anymore because you're so small? You realize why the waitress carded you at the restaurant right? Cus you look like such a little man now Ronen. Or should I make you bust inside of your clothes again, like I did to you on your living room couch?” she chuckled, crossing her arms under her boobs, causing them to squash together and lift up a bit, as she stared at me authoritatively, her eyebrows lifting up at me a couple times in a row.

“Uhhh, Priscilla, can we talk about this a minute.” I spoke up, feeling nervous about her escalating the situation.

*Ka-clunk* she pushed my underwear drawer closed with her foot and leg. It was so easy for her.

**thump** **thump** **thump** **thump** **thump** more careful footsteps circling the bed as she grinned at me with that dark happy grin.

“Good boy...” she told me, drawing out the words slowly and soothingly, it was like eating vanilla cake with my ears.

So much joy and happiness rocketed into my psyche in that moment. I was showered in the bliss of knowing that I was a good human being, through and through. There was nothing to temper, block, or inhibit this sensation. No guilt for anything that I had done in the past, no regret, no sadness for anyone that I had known that was lost. I was only feeling pure and untainted praise radiate into my mind. I knew beyond any reasonable doubt that I was a great person. I felt myself smiling so much.

I am happy. So happy.

"I'm not going to let up on you at all Ronen, just because I'm your girlfriend now, doesn't mean I'm going to take it easy on you. Oh no. I'm going to put a lot of my magical words into that beautiful little head of yours. Even more words..." she told me, pacing around the bed in a semi-circle, eyeing me down like I was her prey.

Her feminine legs ripple and flex slightly as she walks ever so slowly, emphasizing the tone on her legs. I couldn't stop staring at her legs, the curves, the flesh, the muscle, and the way they flexed when she walked. They were the legs of a woman that jogged often, keeping them in great shape.

I started feeling quite concerned. I was losing control of the situation for sure. I could feel it. Things were escalating out of control.

I stood my body up on my knees as the lights shifted from blue to green. Her body was bathed in crystal green light. She sort of looked like the sexiest version of the Incredible Hulk I had ever seen.

I lifted my hands up defensively, signaling her with body language for her to slow down. I expected her to at least slow things down and chat with me like we would have on any other day, but today was different. She ignored my communication and simply sallied forth, moving forward and executing upon her intentions and desires with me unhindered and unrestrained.

“But for now... I just need you to shrink...” she told me, speaking so pointedly, delicately, and clearly as she said the word “shrink.”

**a groaning noise entered into the air**

“Wait Priscilla. Can we talk about this first?” I spoke, authentic fear and panic in my eyes, my palms open and held up defensively.

“Of course not Ronen. You're not in control anymore like you were so long ago. I'm the one in control now. And whatever I say comes to pass. And right now... I need you to...”

“Priscilla! Please!” I protested, holding my hands up in a defensive gesture waving my hands side to side in panic, flailing my hands a bit to get her to stop before it was too late.

"Shrink... shrink... shrink... shrink.... shrink...." Priscilla spoke with bold force and power, speaking each word with pungent force, and pausing just a bit before saying the same word again, staring at me with a dark piercing gaze as she did. She knew exactly what her words would do to me as she uttered the words from her lips, her plush lips moving as the words left her mouth and became magic in the air.

Fuck...

There was something deep within her gaze, an erotic pull, an excitement, and I could tell that there was something authentically exciting for her, to say the words shrink, knowing what it would do to me. I could see her breath stirring, her nose taking in more air, and a look in her eyes that told me she was deeply excited by what she was doing to me.

*a groaning noise followed by another and another, each one getting louder and louder as they stacked onto one another*

"NoooooOoooooooooooOOOoooooo....!" I cried, feeling myself shrinking faster than ever.

“YesssssssssssSSSssssss... she countered immediately... and I'm going to beautify, to make it even worse for you Ronen. I would feel sorry for you, if this wasn't so damn hot. I mean, wow.” she told me, with her hands on her hips, jutting out her chest as it wobbled in her huge bra with her pointed footsteps.

Priscilla started breathing more and more heavily. Even from across the room I could see her nostrils widening with her breath. She was becoming very excited.

There was no way that she could have planned it, but that was when her machine changed the light in the room from green to red. The bright red color made me think of primal thoughts and feelings. It emphasized how she was breathing more heavily, feeling more in tune with her animal nature and becoming excited by the situation she was in. Priscilla was excited by lingering over Ronen's bed with her huge sexy body, speaking dominant words to Ronen that were shrinking him in size before she had her way with him. She loved being in control and she felt very in control of what was happening right now.

The strangest thing was, that her nostrils that I was staring at, were somehow becoming more beautiful than they were a moment ago. Actually, the entirety of her nose was. It was already so attractive a moment ago, but even more so now. I couldn't even place it how, let alone figure out how it was happening. I've never seen someone's body part adjust mystically to become prettier in a short amount of moments like that, ever before in my life.

I began shrinking, faster than ever, the warm material of my pajamas getting looser and longer as my body grew smaller and smaller. Everything in the room started to appear bigger and bigger. I felt the soft material of my pajamas sliding along my skin as I shrank. The bed seemed to stretch out wider below me, the soft comfortable prison getting bigger and bigger. The ceiling grew higher and higher away from me. The pillows behind me grew and grew, seeming to grow in size, though it was simply my body that was shrinking.

The most eye-drawing thing in the room however, the sexy six foot tall woman Priscilla (183 cm), grinning down at me with a dark satisfied excited grin, breathing so heavily as she watched me shrink. Her chest was rising and falling rising and falling, causing her breasts to flare up and then draw inward again and again, increasing her cleavage with every heavy breath inward, though her breaths were quicker now. Her tits were heaving gloriously through her partially transparent white dress as she paced around the bed staring at me like a lioness in heat.

More and more beautiful she became, more and more attractive, as she seemed to morph into something even more beautiful than she had been. She was enhancing in physical beauty as I was shrinking, causing her to seem like she was growing bigger and bigger in my reality. It was like her head was stretching up and up, like an elevator lifting up, an elevator that was becoming prettier and prettier as it lifted. It kept moving higher and higher as it became more and more beautiful and I shrank and shrank, becoming smaller and smaller. My body become so tiny that I would be mistaken for a child.

Now I really was the size of a child and I felt so daunted by feeling so small. I felt so tiny, weak, and unable to defend myself. I felt healthy and well, still radiating with joy from being praised for being a good person. It was just I could feel my muscle power and strength severely reduced, limiting my ability to fight off other people or run away, and strengthening Priscilla's ability to manhandle me if she wanted. She had already been so huge, but now, it was absurd. She could have done anything she wanted with me at her new size, anything at all. I would have been pathetic to try and stop it. I was nervous about what might happen.

"I'm gonna make you hard as a rock Ronen." she told me.

My pajamas had already been too big, but now I was swimming in them. I saw the fabric between my legs sprout upward in an entirely hard erection that I couldn't control at all. I felt a rush of pleasure between my legs. It was like someone was calling my penis away from me, like the owner of a dog whistling it towards them, she called my penis to her with her words and it grew hard at her command.

“Unnnnnn...” I groaned, feeling pleasure between my legs as my penis sprouted upward against my will, feeling like it was rapidly filling with air.

“Oh yeah, nice and hard for me, aren't you Ronen? I can tell you really like me... like... a lot.” she pointed out, still pacing around the bed, her chest bouncing and wobbling with her very sexy and confident walk, wearing that dark confident grin all the while, her body bathed in beautiful red light.

"Look, I really want to tuck you in between my breasts the same as I did with my heart shaped locket, but for now, this will have to do. I don't want to completely overwhelm you and traumatize you or anything like that. I mean, I totally could, but you are soooo sweet, so I need to pace myself. Right now, you're the size of a helpless child, and I could just lift you up, throw you around, or do anything I wanted to you, haha..." she told my confidently, holding her hands on her hips as her boobs bounced with her slow intimidating walk.

"One day though Ronen, I promise... One day I'm gonna squeeze your little head between my tits... soooo hard you'll be lucky it doesn't POP." she told me, her voice absolutely laced with eroticism.

"Pop Pop Pop Pop Pop!" Priscilla makes lots of popping noises with her mouth and lips.

**pop** a mouth popping noise, followed my many more. **pop** **pop** **pop** **pop**

I was so turned on that I actually couldn't think of anything else, but how turned on I was. I had never had anyone speak to me in such an intense way ever before. And as if she hadn't already struck a nerve...

"Do you want me to pop your little head between my breasts? Huh Ronen? Do you? Like one of those Witcher beasts?" she spoke, expanding her body by rising onto her tip toes for a while, lifting up her upper back and shoulders as she expanded her arms like a big angry beast.

"I can be your big... nasty... scary Witcher beast Ronen, your own personal beast... one that only has eyes for you Ronen..." she spoke, using a scary deep beast voice for dramatic effect.

She was pacing around the bed back and forth even faster now, building up the intensity, her firm huge ass moving with her walk, her slender soft stomach emphasizing her curves, her legs rippling, her heavy boobs bouncing covered in beautiful red light.

"And now that I've shrunken you down so smalllll, when I fuck you Ronen, I'm gonna devour you Roawrrrrrrrr!" She growled at me as she walked around and around the bed at an angle, circling me and making me pan my eyes to follow her just before she leaped at me.

**pounce** she leapt at me with her arms held up into the air, her hands forming claws.

“Roawwwwrrrrr! Priscilla the Witcher beast!” she declared, jumping onto the bed like it was Lucy's slumber party from back in the day.

Is she reliving her childhood memory?

I felt my body bounce and bounce as Priscilla walked on her knees, her boobs bouncing and moving as she made her beastly fast approach along the bed. Her body was huge compared to mine now, and it was absolutely overwhelming.

“Priscilla! Wait!” I cried, holding my hands up as I stood up on my knees.

“Roawwwwrrrr!!” she growled, I couldn't tell if her growl was playful or serious or a mixture of both, because all I saw was a wall of amazingly sexy fit female flesh coming towards me.

She absolutely steamrolled me over with her huge body. I didn't have a prayer. Her stomach, tits, legs, and torso came crashing playfully into me, with a surprising amount of firm force. It was not enough to hurt me or cause any damage, but it absolutely threw me back down onto the bed, lying me flat on my back. She had totally laid me out without too much trouble at all. The force of impact had been unexpectedly strong, tossing my body onto the bed more than I had anticipated. I felt dazed a bit as I lay on my back.

I didn't even have a moment to recover before she was on top of me, mounting my shrunken form with her legs, thighs, and hips as I was swimming in a pair of pajamas that were much too loose and big for me now.

“Look at you just drowning in your cute little pajamas. You are the perfect prey for a big scary Witcher monster like me.” she told me, scooting her huge sexy body into place on top of me.

**squish** I felt her thighs, hips, and butt absolutely squash into me, covering my entire lower torso, crotch, and upper legs. I was absolutely dwarfed by her bigger body now.

When I stared up at her, her hair cascading down, she looked more beautiful than ever, like a new and improved version of her that was even prettier than yesterday. It was astounding to gaze upon her beautiful features.

How did she become even more beautiful?

It felt so incredible as she sat on my body that I almost busted right then and there with the first squish. She held just enough of her weight down into me, pressing me into the bed. I don't know if it was a divine miracle that I managed to withhold from ejaculating, or if it was just luck, or what. I somehow managed to hold it in, and I didn't end up feeling deeply humiliated, cumming in my pajamas at first contact.

Then it began, she started thrusting her hips into me, rather firmly... I felt her thrust and thrust her hips into me, fucking me into the bed.

Oh shit.

I realized what was happening, and what she was doing. Boy did it make me feel small and helpless.

The red light turned to bright white again. Brightening the room entirely, making it clear and obvious, everything that was happening. Her white dress lit up like an angel.

"There's not gonna be anything left after I'm done with you Ronen, oh no no no... I'm gonna take it all... cus you're mine now... aren't you little Ronen?!?! Cute little baby Ronen..." Priscilla spoke down to me condescendingly, spreading doom and gloom as she thrust her hips into my tiny body in a passionate, dominant, and forceful manner.

As Priscilla, the Witcher beast, spoke down to me with impending doom, the lights dropped out to total darkness.

**Lights out**

**thrust* **thrust** **thrust** **thrust** **thrust** the sound of a six foot tall woman (183 cm) in heat that is thrusting her hips into a bed that has a tiny man trapped laying on top of it, pinned beneath her huge wide hips, ass, and thighs.

I'm getting fucked into the bed by a gigantic beautiful adult woman that I helped to raise.

Us being plunged into darkness enhanced the sensations, because all my mind could focus on was the feeling of her huge hips, ass, and thighs as they pressed down into my body with a passionate undulating rhythm. Then, she began speaking to me in the darkness.

"You think you can stop me from fucking you now? Hahaha... you are so doomed. You're like putty in my hands now Ronen, you'll never escape from me. I've wanted you soooo long and worked soooo hard to be able to do this to you, and now it's time, for me to make you mine.... permanently."

The lights kicked into a strobe show, flickering on and off in very short bursts.

**thrust** **thrust** **thrust** **thrust** **thrust** the sound of a very big tall feminine fit woman humping a tiny man into a bed.

I stared up at her in awe, unable to move or remove the weight of her from my body as the strobe lights illuminated her body in flickering light, making me feel like I was getting fucked by the biggest sexiest female stop motion skeleton. I had flashbacks of old Sinbad movies as I watched her giant mass, her size, her breasts, her hips, her thighs, and all of her thrust into my little body as the strobe lights flickered and highlighted her display of dominant performance. I felt like a character in a 1980's movie getting totally sent into the pits of despair by the all powerful villain. Priscilla was more powerful than Yennefer, and at least twice as big as her, or so she seemed to me and my shrunken form. I was so turned on and so impressed by her. She was a fantasy, though it seemed like she was acting upon her own, lost in her own imagination as she thrust her overly ripe body into my shrunken one, sending me further into sensations of pleasure and emotions of deep romantic connection.

I adore this woman.

"**SNAP** Every time I make you lose yourself between your legs, you're going to fall more and more in love with me. **SNAP**" she was snapping her fingers as she spoke, the strobe light making her look even more terrifying as she did, her serious face scowling down at me seriously and scoldingly as she instructed me.

**bounce** **bounce** **bounce** **bounce** **bounce** the sound of thick, overly developed hips thrusting into the bed on top of a tiny man that was wriggling and squirming, trying to escape, to no avail at all.

I gave up trying to escape after a while. I had my hands on her legs because I wasn't sure where else to put them. Her huge legs felt incredible. I squeezed them with my hands. I wasn't sure if she even noticed because she was so lost in the moment. She was so passionate about thrusting her hips into me and bouncing her body on mine with me underneath her on the bed. She was determined.

The lights stopped strobing and shifted back into the original solid blue once again, lighting up her entire body in bright beautiful blue. The entire room was lit up with blue now. It was nothing but sky and ocean, a soothing blue light for my eyes to drink.

All I could do was stare up at her beautiful big chest bouncing up and down, just barely able to see her face over the bulge of her tits unless she leaned forward. Then I could see her very pretty face. She did occasionally lean forward to stare down at me with that predatory dark and satisfied grin. She was absolutely thrilled to dominate me. I was still so amazed by how pretty she looked now. She definitely looked even prettier than yesterday for sure.

"Every time I talk to you this way, you're going to get more and more turned on. **SNAP**"

**bounce** **bounce** **bounce**

"And every time you get smaller, you'll get more and more excited by me. **SNAP**"

**bounce** **bounce** **bounce**

"Got it... Ronen?" she asked, poking me with her words as she thrusted her hips into me, shoving me into the bed below.

"You're my cute tiny little sexy slave boy now... a toy for me to play with... a precious thing for me to keep." she spoke while trusting and thrusting her hips into me, humping my tiny little body that was drowning in pajama fabric.

"You'll be spending the rest of your life as my husband... my perfect husband... the man I cherished the most and always will..." she told me, never letting up even one bit as her hips rolled into my much smaller ones.

I could feel her sincerity in the force of her hips as they rolled into me from above with passion and love.

"And ya know what Ronen? Because you're the best... you know what I'm gonna do to you?"

**hump** **hump** **hump** **hump** **hump**

"Yeah, that's right, I'm gonna make you NUT..." Priscilla taunted.

**a firm thrust**

**another firm thrust**

**another heavy thrust, shoving her hips, her butt, and her thighs into me, rubbing them against me**

She wasn't lying to me. I did nut, right then and there, the moment she said the word “nut,” I lost it. My raging erection was being assaulted by all her womanly flesh far too much. It was being squashed, rubbed, and thrust into by her hips, thighs, butt, and all her sexy womanly flesh as I stared up at her breasts bouncing and bouncing as she dropped her weight into me repeatedly, shoving me into the bed again and again. I felt the impact of her body weight again and again as she applied just the perfect amount of force to make it so intense.

"I'm gonna make you... NUT... and... NUT... and... NUT... again........ *long pause* ....... and again..."

Her words only stretched my orgasm out even longer.

"You have.... NO... idea.... what you are in for.... do you? Hrmmmmm??? No.... you don't.... Nuh uhhh.... you don't..." Priscilla spoke, lost in the moment, freestyling and having her way with me.

"I'm gonna make you NUT when you are eating..." She told me.

**hump** **hump** **hump**

"When you are sleeping..." She added in a seductive female tone.

She continued humping my much smaller body into the bed. The size contrast was astounding. She was so much more powerful than me. I was nutting a lot as she was dominating me, talking down to me, telling me what she was going to do to me.

"When you are just trying to get to where you want around the house... I'm just gonna pick you up and make you NUT... again and again..." Priscilla warned him.

"Just NUT for breakfast... and NUT for lunch... NUT for dinner... and more NUTS after that..." she told him, her voice absolutely laden with sexual tone.

"I'm gonna squeeze all of the milk out of your dick until every last drop is out of it, because you deserve it... every night... every night from now on Ronen..." she spoke in praise, letting him know how valuable he was.

My hand was slapping and squeezing at her leg, trying to let her know that had already been orgasming, but it was like I wasn't even in the room. She wasn't paying much attention to me, she was just staring off into space, a blank stare at the wall as she was imagining, dreaming, lost in her own fantasy that she was enacting upon me. I think she may have been in a state of physical and psychological bliss. I could hear her breathing so hard and moaning.

**thrust** **thrust** **thrust** **thrust** **thrust** the sound of big thick hips thrusting into a tiny man.

I can't believe she's still going.

"You had no idea how much I loved you, did you Ronen? You had me all along, ever since you let me beat you up at Lucy's pillow fight party” she confessed, never slowing with her thrusting into me.

I'm cumming so much.

"I knew I loved you then, and I knew I always would... and you were so kind... so loving..." Priscilla spoke passionately while crying tears and sadness and joy, never slowing her pace.

She spoke to me, while never letting up and slowing down her humping.

"Even though my father had just died, it felt like I had a new one there, and I never wanted to let you go." She starts crying more... humping me with emotional instability.

I felt my orgasm starting to slow down, but my penis was still twitching every now and again as she rubbed her lower body into mine with so much force, love, and care, sharing her deep personal confession with me.

"So I'm gonna give you the best life that you deserve, and I'm gonna make you NUT, again and again, and you're gonna love it Ronen." she told me, thrusting into me more heavily when she said the word “nut” and making my genitals twitch in pleasure.

"And so am I... I'm gonna love it even more than you're gonna love it, because it will be me that is making you NUT, and that makes me so happy to know that it is me who's doing it." she told him, lost in her own passion as she spoke to me in a seductive tone of voice.

My orgasm was nearing the end.

"I think it's so hot that I'm the one that's making you NUT... and I want to do it again and again... Because I love watching you cum... like you did in your pants there on the couch.” she told me.

**bounce** **bounce** **bounce** the sound of big hips still thrusting into my shrunken body, finishing me off completely.

"You know I put you to sleep and changed you out of your filthy clothes don't you? I could have taken you again right there and then if I had wanted to. But I wouldn't treat you that way Ronen, oh no, well, at least, not yet anyway.... For now, I want you awake and aware for when I fuck you..." she told me, her voice endearing and loving.

"It took me years of training to be able to do this to you Ronen...." She said pumping her fists in the air like a crazed woman, flexing her biceps and pretending to be Batman or something.

It was wild to watch Priscilla when she got lost in the moment. Her antics reminded me of so many times in the past where she got carried away, being lost in the moment. She could really let her imagination run wild and act upon it so strongly. She was a creative, imaginative, and passionate woman, a woman that was deeply in love.

My dick was barely twitching now. She had fucked everything out of me. I felt drained.

"I want to take all of your energy for myself. I love sucking out your energy Ronen. It tastes so delicious to me. The most delicious." she told me.

"And I'm gonna suck it out... right... now..." she spoke seductively.

The next thing I knew, I was being effortlessly disrobed. I felt her mouth and lips form the shape of an “O” like she was some sort of high powered vacuum cleaner. She began sucking loudly.

**Suuuccckkkkkkkkk** the sound of lips sucking on skin with powerful force.

There were loud sucking noises as she cleaned all the lingering semen off of my body.

My head was getting so dominated, so permeated, so overwhelmed with her sexual display that I realized she was traumatizing me and marking me for life.

I would never... ever... get over this... ever...

I think that was the point.

She was giving me an experience that was too powerful to ever forget, like this was some sort of deflowering bedroom ceremony, claiming me for her own.

**Suuuckkkkk** **Suuuckkkkk** **Suuuckkkkk** more strong lips vacuuming noises.

Her mouth was moving up, down, left, right, and sucking up all the fluid in the area of my lap and stomach, not shy at all to get every little spot that may have had some of my seed lingering around. She wanted every single drop in her mouth and she made it abundantly clear to me. She devoured me like a proper Witcher beast would devour its helpless prey.

After a while I was certain that all my fluids had been long cleaned up, but she was just helping herself to my body, sucking on it, licking it, teasing it as much and however long she pleased.

Then, the lights went completely out, leaving us both in total darkness.I had been devoured by Priscilla, the Witcher beast, more powerful than Yennefer or any other female witch.

I belonged to Priscilla.

I really was hers now... for life.

**Lights Out**