The Tiyanak

The Fantasy

Alicia closed her eyes and saw Matt; just as he had described himself moments before. She saw him standing out of the shower, his bronzed body glistening with moisture and heat. His body was like a mountain range, his pecks and muscles chiselled and curved – promising safety and protection to all who would attempt to climb them. Not an inch of flab graced his perfect form – Superman himself would be jealous of a body like this. His dick was like the largest sword, standing to attention and ready to plunge into anything that would take it.

Alicia slid her right hand underneath her bikini bottom, pushing two fingers through her fleshy curtains. Alicia took a large breath and exhaled with a cry of both pain and pleasure. Her fingers tunnelled deeper and deeper and Alicia lost her breath more than once. She kept Matt's image in her mind the whole time, his angelic body forcing her to pleasure herself in this way.

She then heard what sounded like a squeak to her side. She would have ignored it, where it not so persistent that it burned her ear. Angry at having to turn away from the divine form that was Matt, she turned slowly towards the sound. Alicia saw Joe squatted over in pathetic posture that tried to convey some pathetic contrition, but each time he spoke it sounded more like an annoying squeak – like a mouse. Alicia scowled, furious that he would dare force her to turn away from her beloved – how could he even think he deserved to be with a goddess like her? No, he was not worthy of her; and she wanted rid of him once and for all.

From where she stood, Joe seemed so small; and she towered over him like a giant. His squeaking was really starting to burn her brain now – he may have been begging for all she knew. But Alicia had no more mercy for him, Joe was wasting his breath if he thought he could appeal to her.

Wasting his breath?

And once more, she thought back to Ms Pott's class.

Breathe in strength to blow away the bad.

She may have had trouble visualising during the exercise, but now she had an actual target. And looking at Joe and his piteous stance – the very sight of him making her sick to her stomach – she couldn't have a better target.

Then she thought back to the Darna video – how Black Darna looked so powerful blasting away those pathetic men like they were leaves. The idea of doing that to Joe brought the biggest smile to her face that she had ever had.

She turned back to Matt for just a moment, smiling at his direction. "Wait for me, will you?"

Matt smiled in such a way that angels would weep from perfection. It broke her very soul to turn away from Matt, which only spurred her anger when Joe entered her field of vision once again.

All you had to do was stay away, and you couldn't even do that, Alicia imagined herself saying. I am so sick of you; all you do is complain. You're like a squeaky, little, mouse. I'm going to get rid of you once and for all.

Then again, I do feel sorry for him...

Alicia's momentary mercy vanished.

No. He made his choice.

Breathe in strength to blow away the bad.

Ok, Ms Potts – you wanted me to try it, so here I go.

Alicia breathed in slowly and deeply. With each breath she took, she did indeed feel empowered, just like Ms Potts said would happen. Her lungs felt larger somehow, allowing her to take in more air. Could this have been the power Ms Potts spoke of?

I wonder if SHE felt this powerful when she tried it?

She drew in more air, wanting to see how much power she had.