AGENT OF TILTH

INTRODUCTION

While Ash gathers information, James takes strides in the application of his magic.
James sat in the car outside his house and reflected on his options. He needed to fix his mistakes and change the husks back to their original state, but he was unsure about how to do it. He considered giving them the sexual energy he'd taken from them when he'd turned them into husks in the first place. But he had no idea how to give his energy to anyone other than his mistress. Besides, Lilith had recommended avoiding sexual magic for this task, as it had been that magic that got him into this situation.

James let out a deep breath and closed his eyes as he attempted to concentrate on his own magic. Focused as he was, James didn't see the unfamiliar car pull into the driveway behind him and block his car in. He reached out and touched the power that lurked within him, slowly drawing it out in preparation for the task at hand. In his mental state of supreme concentration, he didn't hear the car door close somewhere behind him.

It took a considerable amount of patience and skill to carefully separate his own power from Lilith's sexual magic. The two energies seemed to seek each other out inside him; drawing on one without the other following was something James would need to work at. Unfortunately, this time he was unsuccessful in completely dividing his magic, and a small amount of lustful energy tagged along for the ride as he gathered his magic.

CLACK. CLACK. "Hey, James, I-"

The tapping at the window shattered James' concentration and his grasp on his power was quickly lost. The magic that had been at his fingertips moments ago, primed and ready, now surged forth from him. In a panic, James reached out mentally and attempted to suppress his power before it did any damage. He succeeded in restraining it and drawing it back into himself.

The sexual energy that James unwittingly summoned along with that magic, however, shot out from James and sought out its target – the only target it could find.

Two minutes earlier:

Lindsay sat in her beige sedan, parked behind James' red sports car. Struggling with her own emotions, she tried to deal with her conflicting thoughts. "What are you doing, girl…" she said to herself. "You're obsessed with this guy, and now you're following him home from school? Get a grip."

She watched James' motionless silhouette in the car in front of her. Had he fallen asleep or something? Lindsay, growing impatient and beginning to second-guess herself, shored up her resolve and stepped out of the car. She walked slowly up the driveway; James still didn’t move. "Okay, just talk to him. Ask him why he hasn't texted you. Don't get clingy, or needy… or horny…"

Fighting subconscious desire, the brunette bit her lip and approached the red coupe. Inside, James sat with his eyes closed, chest rising and falling evenly. "Wow he really did fall asleep," thought Lindsay. "I'll just wake him up…"

CLACK. CLACK. She tapped her knuckles against the window to get the man's attention. "Hey, James, I-"

The words died on Lindsay's lips as an oppressive wave of heat and lust fell over her. Her hand fell back to her side and her mind began to grow heavy. "What did I come here for…?" she asked herself slowly, all reason being forgotten. Wetness grew between her now-trembling legs. Hard nipples strained against layers of fabric. She stared blankly forward, through the window, at James. The man looked back at her, surprise on his face. That surprise turned to confusion when he saw Lindsay's worsening state.

When he opened the car door, she took a few shaky steps backward to make room. But as soon as James stepped out of the vehicle, Lindsay stumbled back into him, pinning him against the side of his car. Her hands went straight to his groin, feeling the outline of his dick and fumbling with his belt with numb fingers.