Mind Your Man

Mind Your Man
Tags: Fantasy, Hetero, Dubcon, PsionxHuman

Cyndra was pissed. Which anyone can tell you is a bad state of mind when you’ve unlocked the unlimited might of your own mind.

“Why is he still going after her?” Cyndra hissed from behind her mug.

He was Lieutenant Daniel of the 3rd army. A tall glass of milk with wavy blond hair that always seemed to be moving just when Cyndra got a glimpse of him. He was the kind of man that was going places, he had ambition, and the strength to get him there. He was dreamy, not just as a compliment, as in Cyndra spent an inordinate amount of time in her own dreamscape looking him over from every angle.

“Maybe it’s because you have all the sex appeal of a Kender surprise in a back alley.”

That was Tira the elf, who Cyndra was sharing a table with. She had to talk between stuffing her face with little bits of ham. Cyndra had never met an elf that ate so much. She suspected it had a lot to do with why she was such a bitch.

“As if you would know,” Cyndra said as she took a drink.

Daniel was with some bar whore. He had creeped up beside her stool, and spent most of his time trying to rescue his eyeballs from the sweat in her cleavage.

Her name was Sugar, honest to Auppenser, as if her parents had already picked out her street corner by the time she was born.

Cyndra looked down at herself. She wasn’t that bad. She wasn’t bursting out of her brassiere or anything, and maybe she could keep her skin a little cleaner, and at times she felt like she was more ass and stomach than human, but damn it all he didn’t even look in her direction.

“I’m pretty sure he thinks you are halfling,” Tira added, smiling as she chewed another piece of meat.

“Stuff it, stick bug.”

“A halfling man.”

Cyndra sunk in her seat, her tunic and scarf hiding most of her face.

She concentrated, and her mind opened to web of consciousness around her. A hundred minds crowded hers, with more just beyond, all chattering about like small children in a field. They were everymen in the crowd, but the one mind she was seeking lit up like a beacon in the night.

Cyndra opened her thoughts, and outpoured images of her, and him, and them, and they flooded the thin link she made between them. They were whispers in his mind’s ear, her name in the crowded room, the what if of catching a peak in a back room.

Her mind snapped back to reality, with Tira waving a hand in front of her eyes. Cyndra slapped it away.

“You were doing it again weren’t you?” Tira said with as much scowl an elf could muster.

“None of your business,” Cyndra said as she sat up, “Did he look?”

“He looks stupified,” Tira said as she glanced over her shoulder.

Daniel’s mouth was laying open, and Sugar snapped in front of his eyes while several patrons at the bar laughed.

“Is that what a man looks like when he imagines loving you?” Tira said, “I feel sorry for him.”

“Nothing more from the choir,” Cyndra said, a smile spreading across her face. He was going to look this time, she just knew it. You could only endure so many mental assaults before surrender.

Daniel looked over, his eyebrows curled up with a look of perplexion. Then he turned away, his eyes following her until the last minute.

“Yes!” Cyndra said with a pump of her fist.

“What are we talking about?” Said a gruff man. It was Aukin, a red Dragonborn in full leathers that squeezed into the seat opposite Tira.

“That is so pathetic,” Tira shook her head.

Aukin nodded, “Ah, the good lieutenant.”

“Pathetic?” Cyndra huffed, “I watched you literally trap your date last week.”

Tira rolled her eyes, “That’s a ranger thing, you wouldn’t understand.”

“You prodded him as he hung there,” Cyndra started to draw the picture with her hands, “until the poor fool had the mind to surrender.”

“If he didn’t want me, he could have slept in that net. He still had a choice.”

Tira looked to Aukin for support, but the Dragonborn just shook his head.

“You two’ll understand when you’re older,” She said as she popped another piece of meat in her mouth.

Aukin and Cyndra groaned.

Cyndra squealed in delight, “You see that, he’s looking again!”

Daniel had stopped talking to Sugar, having been fended off for another night. So instead he was talking to the soldier next to him, trying hard not to look at their table.

“I just don’t understand,” Aukin said, “The guy is cute, but if he is feeling cold, why bother?”

“Plus he’s a good few stones under weight limit for you, Aukin,” Tira said with a grin, “and quite a few degrees.”

Aukin smiled with a face full of sharp teeth, “The heart knows what it wants.”

“You stay away from him,” Cyndra snapped.

Her two comrades started to laugh, but it quickly died down when they saw the dire stare on her face.

“Whatever,” Tira said with a wave of her hand, “The king is going to send the 3rd army in any day now, he will go off and die at the end of some orc blade, and you’ll find some new beefcake to lust for.”

Sugar turned to talk to Daniel, and Cyndra’s heart caught in her chest. What could that harlot want? She always turned Daniel away, maybe because he wasn’t willing to throw her his purse. But now she was talking back, what were they talking about? Aukin and Tira were talking too loud for her to concentrate on a quick connection.

“Is everything so bleak to you elves?” Aukin said, “Can’t you just learn to enjoy the moment?”

“That’s what I’m doing,” Tira said as she took another bite.

Sugar and touched Daniel on the leg, and the man’s eyes watched her hand travel up his arm. She whispered something, and then gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“That prissy heap of dragon shit.” Cyndra growled.

“Hey!” Aukin whined.

Tira looked to see what had developed, and then looked back to Cyndra, “Keep calm Cyndra.”

“I should have turned her dumb and mute the first time.”

Tira reached a hand out, “Keep it in your head little missy, you’re better than her, and anyone who can’t recognize that ain’t worth it.”

Cyndra could feel the wellspring building up behind her eyes, flooding her mind with a billion possibilities and the power to accomplish them all.

Then she took a long breath.

“You’re right,” She said with a smile, “Not worth it, neither of them are worth it.”

Aukin let out a sigh of relief.

“Good girl,” Tira said.

“I’mma take a piss,” Cyndra said as she got up, “Don’t let her eat all of those.”

“What should I do?” Aukin asked.

“Bite her,” Cyndra said over her shoulder.

Tira gave Aukin a straight face, “I’ll bite back.”

Cyndra closed the door to the pot, and collapsed against it. Even as she left, she could see Sugar kissing all over him, see him lost in that minx’s swollen chest meat. It made her so angry, she just wanted to explode something. If it wasn’t for Tira, Sugar would have been ass up on the floor, in a puddle of her own brains.

She had to fix this. She couldn’t understand why he was so resistant to this one idea. She could make goblins think they were pretty princesses, and temple guards think she was an elder dragon in disguise. Was it so impossible for him to imagine liking her? What good was psionic might if she couldn’t manage to get fucked?

Cyndra sobbed, and beat her fist against the door behind her.

Someone shook the door behind her.

“Someone in there?” Said a woman, “Can you please hurry? I’ve something awful to do.”

Cyndra stood up, “I’m busy in here, run off.”

“If I could manage that, I wouldn’t be here.”

She groaned, “Well then don’t think about it.”

“Ooh, that is quite the feat. Sort of all I can think about.”

Cyndra grumbled as she opened the door, and a brunette pushed past her, hand locked between her legs. The door slammed behind her, and after a few squeaks of desperation, Cyndra could hear the woman let out a long sigh of pleasure.

“Wow,” Cyndra said, then shut her mouth as she realized how loud she was.

“Still there?” The girl said, “Oh yeah, I’m just glad, I felt like I was going to explode. No better feeling.”

A thought popped into Cyndra’s head. Before all she was doing was placing herself into Daniel’s thoughts. The bursting bar maiden gave her a new angle.

The door opened, and Cyndra pushed past her without ceremony, locking it behind her. She concentrated, opening her mind to the power she stymied before. Her beacon among the many was still there, and Sugar was still at the front of his thoughts.

This wasn’t something she had ever attempted before, but something told her she could manage with just the right twist of power. She had to mold his thoughts. Not just what was currently flashing through his brains, but what would appear in the future. She would be more than a desire, she would be an urge, one that would build and build until he had no choice.

She nearly collapsed when she finished, her mind feeling like it had been squeezed like a rag and tossed over her shoulder. She managed the lock, and walked back into the pub.

The first thing she heard was Sugar cursing. Cyndra looked over and saw the woman wagging a finger at Daniel, despite the man having several marks of lipstick across his face. Daniel was sneering at her, as if she smelled of rotting hobgoblins in a long summer sun.

Then he saw Cyndra, and his eyes popped to her. Just that look made her heart flutter. Despite Sugar in his face, Daniel managed a wave of his hand, and Cyndra sank her cheeks into her scarf to hide the growing crimson.

“I was starting to think they had a new tap back there,” Aukin said, “You okay?”

Tira read Cyndra’s face, and then shook her head, “Look at her. Mind that can cruise the cosmos, and she has it right back in his pants.”

She ignored them, it seemed like this time, it was working.

“We have to go anyway,” Aukin said, “If we’re going to do that hill camp job, we need to leave before sundown.”

“Hill camp?” Cyndra asked. It was hard to think of anything besides the charming smile Daniel was giving her from across the room.

“The orcs,” Tira said, “remember? They have that scout encampment. We were asked to clean it out. So take a last sip so we can head out.”

“Now?”

“Yes now,” Aukin said, his ‘big leader’ face on, “Come on. You can play hide the sausage with the lieutenant later.”

Cyndra grabbed a piece of ham, and took one last swig. Then she headed for the door. Tira started humming a tune, and Cyndra joined in. It was their little tradition, and with the fight ahead, she needed the song to help her rest and recharge.

“You’re going?”

Cyndra was startled to see Daniel nearly run to her side. She smiled, and took a step back toward the door.

“Unfortunately,” She whispered, “duty calls.”

“I’m sorry,” He said laughing, “I was just about to say hello.”

“Oh I know who you are,” Cyndra said, making sure Aukin wasn’t hanging over her shoulder, “I’ve sort of always known.”

“Really?” Daniel said, “How did I miss you before?”

“I…” She wanted to shout that she didn’t know, and beg for him to take her away, instead all she could do is chuckle and try not to burn alive with embarrassment.

“When will you be back?” He said, “We should get a drink.”

“Tonight?” She said, “Early tomorrow?”

“Promise?” He said, his eyes widening. He was so desperate to even speak to her. Cyndra couldn’t stop smiling.

“At least by tomorrow night,” Cyndra said with a nod, “On my honor.”

“I hope so,” he said in a tone that lit a fire just north of Cyndra’s belt.

“Why am I missing a frustrated halfling?” Aukin boomed from outside.

Cyndra’s back went straight, then she turned to the door, “I told you not to call me halfling!”

She looked back and instead of Daniel being confused or thrown off, he was just smiling at her.

“I have to go,” She said, then she ran out the door. The others were waiting for her there. It gave her something to look forward to, and hopefully this job was going to be a breeze.

But hope doesn’t always work out. After hours of trudging up mountains, and fighting off everything with teeth within the whole range, they finally found a half-defended orc camp. The few remaining were more than enough fight after the long hike, and that still left the march back down the hills. They spent the night in a cave, with Cyndra left with nothing but her dreams of the next morning.

The next day they packed up their meager loot, and finished the journey down the hills. Only for Cyndra to receive bad news when they got into town.

“Uhm,” Cyndra said, looking around, “Where are the tents? Where are the soldiers?”

The field outside of town was usually filled with the troops of the 3rd army, mostly the peasants too poor to rent out space in town. Now they were all gone, just a stomped in field and some scavengers picking through pots and bags that were left behind.

“Oh my,” Tira said, “Looks like they marched while we were gone.”

“Makes sense,” Aukin said, “How few orcs we found, their army probably struck up North.”

Cyndra tried to breath, but she could hear it coming in narrow bursts. She clenched her fists, and stood in the center of the road as townsfolk walked around her.

“You okay?” Tira asked, a hand out.

“No I’m not okay!” She screamed, “I marched up that damned hill, nearly got chewed on every five steps, took an orc hammer to the ribs, and then had to march back down double time, and still no one will fuck me!”

A young guy stopped in the road and turned.

Aukin put hand up and just shook his head at him. The man kept walking.

“Whoa there firecracker,” Tira said, “The 3rd will be back.”

Aukin looked in his satchel, “Plus, their general is a good source of coin. After we go and get paid, we’ll figure out where they went and see about following them.”

Cyndra could feel her heartbeat slow, “Really? That’s so nice of you guys.”

“What kind of leader would I be if I didn’t help my little psion get plowed?” Aukin said.

She put a hand on his arm, “Aww, I love you guys.”

The business around town took a lot longer than expected. First the town wasn’t willing to pay because of the whole orc attack affair, and then Aukin had to chase down someone to sell a rare sword he found in the hill camp, and then Tira was nearly arrested over some elf business.

All and all, Cyndra wanted to collapse by the time they got their rooms at the inn. She dropped her bags, stipped out of her heavy robe, and collapsed face first on the bed with her clothes still on.

She barely closed her eyes before there was a knock on the door.

“Go away!” She grumbled.

A moment later, there was another knock. In a better state, she would have swatted the mind of the person on the other side of the door, but she was lucky she even remembered she had powers at all at this point.

She rolled over and opened the door. Standing there, wearing a helmet as if he just came from the a battlefield, was lieutenant Daniel.

“So it’s true,” He said, “You are back, thank all that is good.”

Cyndra’s mind locked up. Here she was, sweaty from a day’s hike, and Daniel was right in front of her, looking for her even.

“The 3rd is back?” Cyndra said, “I’m… I’m glad.”

“Yes well…” Daniel seemed distracted, his eyes looking back and forth, “I’m back, and you’re here. Did you want to get that drink?”

Why did it have to be so late? Still, if he was back in town, it didn’t matter. She could meet him in the morning, they could have breakfast, and then she could get her just deserts.

“Actually,” Cyndra couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth, “Could we meet in the morning? It is getting late, and I’m absolutely exhausted.”

He was looking her up and down, his eyes lingering on her chest, her legs, he licked his lips.

“Lieutenant?” She said, waving a hand in front of him.

“Oh, yes right,” He said shaking his head, “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking. Tomorrow then, breakfast?”

“Would love that,” She said as she started to close the door, “You know where to find me.”

“That I do,” he said with a chuckle, “Can’t wait, I’ll be here, at breakfast!”

The door shut, and Cyndra let out a sigh. Never before had she felt like her head had betrayed her nethers.

She went to lay down on the edge of the bed, her mind wandering to thoughts of what she could have had. Would she have really survived a drink? Maybe she could have brought the drinks up to her room.

There was another knock, and Cyndra growled in frustration before going and opening it again. Daniel was standing there, his hands locked together, and a little sweat at his brow.

“Sorry again,” He said, “Just, are you sure? I know it seems like guys say this all the time, but I’ve never wanted someone so much in my life.”

As angry as she was, Cyndra couldn’t help but smirk, “Yes,” she said.

“I mean, that fire behind your eyes, your curves, I just need to have you, at the least talk with you, anything.”

Cyndra started to close the door, “Please lieutenant, get some sleep.”

The door clicked, “Maybe we can talk through the door?”

“Go away!” She said, “I’ll see you at sunrise!”

She heard him grumble a curse on the far side, and then shuffling steps down the hall. She was more powerful than she had ever believed. If she wasn’t going to get be doing Daniel tomorrow, she would have given herself a congratulatory pat between the legs.

Cyndra stripped down to her underclothing and passed out smiling.

She snapped awake in the middle of the night, a pair of eyes right in front of her, and lips pressed against hers.

Cyndra tried to put her hands up to struggle, but found one arm tied to the bed, and the other pinned by a strong grip. She let out a muffled yell, but and her assailant backed away in the dark.

She knew it was Daniel, even before he jumped off the bed in surprise.

“You’re awake,” He said, “Thank goodness, I didn’t want to do that.”

“Are you insane!” Cyndra gasped, “What is this? Untie me.”

“I just can’t stop thinking about you,” He said, “I feel like my head is going to burst. More than that, all told.”

He took a step toward her, and Cyndra said up and started to pull at the rope at her wrist, “Lieutenant Daniel, you need to think about what you’re doing. You can’t just sneak in here.”

“You’re right,” He chuckled, “I mean, it was rude of me. But you have to understand, I think I’m in love with you.”

Cyndra let out a long sigh, and squeezed her hand in a fist. How did she not see this coming? She was going to have to put him back. She felt like a child.

“This isn’t your fault,” She said, “here cut me out, I’ll fix this.”

She was already trying to muster the strength to fix what she had broken, pulling at the little power she had managed to accumulate during her nap.

“I’m quite capable of fixing it myself,” She heard Daniel say.

She looked up in time to see him kiss her on the neck, and as she lifted her hand to stop him, he grabbed it at the wrist and forced her back down to the bed.

“You idiot!” She said before his mouth found hers in the dark. He pinned her down, his weight on hers, his tongue forced past hers. She could taste him, feel his warm breath. Despite the situation, a shiver went up her spine.

“Daniel please,” She whispered when he let her breath, “stop for just a moment.”

Whenever she tried to concentrate, tried to reach into his mind, she was shaken awake by his oppressive kisses, and his hand searching up the side of her night shirt.

“I’m so close,” He whispered, “So close, I can feel it.”

She could feel it as well, pressed against her in the dark. He started to fight with the strings of his pants, held her there as he forced them down to his thighs. He was already hard and swaying in the dark of the room.

“I feel like I’ve seen this a thousand times,” He whispered as he kissed at her neck, “The pink in your cheeks, the curve of your little breasts, the taste of your nipple in my mouth.”

He pulled her shirt up and slid his mouth over her, his tongue flickering over the tightening bump. Despite herself, Cyndra let out a slow sigh. His fingers gripped her side, and his mouth rolled her breast a gasp escaped her gritted teeth.

If she could just push him off, get a moment of peace. She didn’t know if she liked him like this, his charm replaced with animal instinct. He was looking for nothing but satisfaction.

His free hand went the straps of her undershorts, and Cyndra tried to squirm out of his grip. He pulled them apart one hands, his fingers slipping past. She felt him slide through her coarse hairs, the heat of his fingers as they found her divide. She kept her thighs squeeze shut, but his knee between them opened her to his probing.

There was no hiding her small whine when his fingers slid into her. He slid over her, slick with her body’s own foolish excitement. He yanked her shorts down further until they caught between her thighs, and then licked at his own fingers.

“I’m so glad you’re enjoying this,” He said in a heavy whisper, “I feel like I’ve been waiting forever.”

He let out a moan, and Cyndra knew she was running out of time. She was the door between him and the pot, and he would beat her down if he needed to for relief.

She opened her mind, steeled herself against distraction like she would on the battlefield. She couldn’t perform as much fine control, but she would have to make do before she was stuck calling herself Mrs. Lieutenant Daniel, and raising a bunch of blond rugrats.

“Calm it down stallion,” Cyndra said, “We can take this slow.”

She could see him sweating in the dark. The look in her eyes, she wanted to see it so many times before. That look of absolute lust. It wasn’t a need to be with someone, but that satisfaction that you had them with you, skin to skin.

“Ooooh, I just…” He groaned, then he took her at the shoulder and forced her to her stomach. Her shirt up under her armpits, her ass exposed, Daniel seemed to shiver on top of her.

She needed to work faster. But she had one arm caught beneath her and tied to a post, and the other held down.

It didn’t help when she felt the heat of Daniel’s manhood slide against her rear. He let out a stuttered sigh as his length ran against her.

“Slide up,” He whispered.

“Daniel…”

“Do it!” He snapped.

She slid her butt up higher, and then felt his heat at her entrance. Before she could say another word, he pressed in. The heat of him was like a fireball over her body.

“Oh by the gods, yes,” Daniel groaned as he pushed deeper into her, up to the hilt, pressed against her ass.

Cyndra’s nails bit into the bed. He slid out, before he returned with a vengeance. Soft groans escaped him with each thrust, each pressing deeper than the one before, each blow sending new bursts through Cyndra’s body.

His mind was right there, filled with her, from top to bottom. It was beyond the surface, she could feel it right there. Most minds were a million different angles, a million worries. She had turned Daniel’s thoughts to one thing, her. Whether it was what she wanted to eat, wanted to see, wanted to look like, wanted to see him look like, it was all her, and ready to burst.

A situation she knew all too well. Her breathing had become nothing more than heavy panting. She bit her lip, trying to hold her mind together as he pressed against her deepest places. She was so close, to fixing him, and something else.

This was no time to take risks. She had to concentrate.

“Daniel,” She moaned, “Oh please Daniel listen, I know you can hear me.”

She had to press back against the headboard. It steadied them against the swaying, and gave a cool touch to balance against the heat that was threatening to take her over.

He didn’t respond, he was murmuring as he thrust, his groans growing deeper with each. His hand gripped her ass, and congratulated her whenever her hips swayed back to his by rubbing the small of her back.

“Please Daniel,” She said, “Please stop, please stop, stop, stop.”

She was pressing as hard as she could muster, her mind trying to relieve the overwhelming pressure she had created within his. But if there was some creative way to go about it, she was in no position to think of it.

Whenever she let her mind wander, she found her body doing what she was afraid to. Pressing back against his thrusts, kneeling up for that little bit of leverage.

She was right there, she could just pop it like a bubble of thoughts and fix what remained later. She knew she could do it. It was like trying to pin a tail on a donkey, while someone was slamming you from the rear.

“Daniel, stop, stop, stop.”

He was moving faster, she could feel it, this was coming to a head. The pressure was building in her as well, and a part of her that wasn’t buried all that deep was rooting for Daniel. She could feel a point of pleasure, off on the horizon, growing like a broiling star just before exploding.

Daniel let her go, and then slapped her across the ass hard enough that Cyndra erupted in a load moan, “Oh fuck me, don’t stop!”

Daniel drove in harder, thrusts that shook her whole body. He held his body against her with his arms, buried himself in deep.

Cyndra’s mental world was incinerated in a nova of pleasure. Her legs squeezed at the knee, and she moaned into her pillow as her whole body locked up in bliss.

Daniel let out a long satisfied moan as he drove into her, and Cyndra couldn’t help but gasp as she felt the first bursts of his seed, each one after sending small snaps of joy through her body.

They collapsed forward, and Cyndra enjoyed that sweet moment of his body wrapped around hers, filled with his lust.

When she woke up, it was daylight. Daniel was sleep right next to her, snoring. She pushed a lock of hair out of his face, and kissed him on the forehead.

After a good night’s rest, and the issue put aside, it was no bother to undo her strange work in his mind. She untied herself, and made herself as decent as she could without a trip to the bath.

Daniel woke up with a start, and looked around the room.

“Hey there,” Cyndra said, walking around the room in search of her boot, “You feeling a lot better?”

He nodded, and smiled, “You know it. My goodness, haven’t felt this rested in ages.”

She went red in the face. He was even charming in the morning.

He tied his pants, and stood up before looking around, “Look, I don’t want to be rude or anything…”

“Yeah trust me,” She said with a wave of her hand, “we are well past that.”

“Good,” He said with a nod, “then you wouldn’t be mad if I asked you your name?”

Cyndra’s fists balled up, “Get out!”

“I’m sorry,” He said, “This never happens really. Don’t even remember how I got here.”

“Out out out!” She screamed as he ran for the door. She chucked a boot at him just as he managed to make the hall.

With the door sitting open, Tira poked her head in.

“Hey there mini magus,” She said with a smile, “I thought I heard you two last night, how was he?”

Cyndra gave her an incredulous glare.

“So, just okay then?” Tira asked.

Cyndra walked over and slammed her door. But after the elf was out of sight, she couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. Maybe it wasn’t quite what she expected, but he was still hers. She balled up her hands and squealed in glee.