Here is a story I did about 6 years ago under the Purple Herald name. I always intended to do more with this character but it wasn’t till recently that I knew what those stories could be. Enjoy.
The flight attendant was looking down Catalina’s shirt again. That was all right. It was why she left the top three buttons undone in the first place. Her dark breasts were about to overflow out of her bra, and the flight attendant had the most perfect view. He kept making excuses to check on her, which resulted in very attentive service. The power she gained from his libido was almost secondary to the delight of his keeping her water topped off.
Across from her, the man in the cheap suit was checking out her legs. She crossed her legs again to give him some variety. His eyes never left her long legs and the subtle shifting of her black skirt. He couldn’t see up her skirt from where he was, but Catalina did let the skirt ride up to give him a glimpse of her lovely thighs.
Meanwhile, the woman next to Catalina was pretending to be asleep. She was a pretty blonde who didn’t seem to notice that Catalina’s hand was on her thigh. The blonde was bi-curious, something Catalina could tell by looking at her as easily as you could see that someone has blue eyes. As the woman pretended to be asleep, Catalina rubbed her thigh with a gentle touch. The woman was too unsure of herself to let Catalina go any further, but the simple touch would be enough to fuel her fantasies for months to come.
All around her, the sexual energy flowed into Catalina’s body like a hot-oil massage. Her own body was becoming more and more aroused to the point that she just wanted to take herself right here and now. She held off, though, for releasing the energy now would leave her drained and exhausted. Instead, she kept absorbing the frustrations, the fantasies and the desires until her body was tingling with the power.
Catalina was a voluptumancer, a gatherer of sexual energy, and today she had clients to impress.
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The plane landed, and the passengers disembarked. Catalina easily picked her clients out of the crowd. There were three nervous ones and one excited believer. She approached them slowly, letting them get a good view of the person they had hired. She let them see her long black hair, her exposed bustline and the swishing of her skirt. It was important to look the part, and Catalina could never be mistaken for anything but a highly sexual person.
“Greetings, Councilman Brown,” Catalina said as she offered her hand. She recognized the senior member from her mother’s photographs. He was a distinguished man despite the sloping of his back. He kissed her hand and somehow made it look natural.
“Welcome to Charlotte,” Mr. Brown said. “Your mother recommended you highly.”
Catalina smiled. “She was sorry she couldn’t come herself, but since retiring, she finds it hard to leave her new husband. Mother did ask me to give you this.”
His eyes sparkled as she pulled out a letter. Catalina almost laughed, but politeness won out. She was always amazed by the way her mother could enchant people thousands of miles away.
A cough from one of the others interrupted Brown’s memories.
“Oh yes. I should introduce you to the rest of the council,” he said. Indicating a stern woman with steel gray hair, he introduced Councilwoman Meisel. Mrs. Meisel was polite but nervous about something. Catalina looked into her soul and saw that she was having an affair with her aide, but that wasn’t what was bothering her. Whatever it was, Catalina made her forget it with a brief vision of her aide kneeling before the older woman. Mrs. Meisel smiled at her private pleasure.
Next was Councilman Donner, a nice, friendly man with a fetish for shoes. He was nervous but also relieved to see her. Catalina tapped her heel on the ground discreetly, drawing his attention to her new shoes. She didn’t do it to gain any more power; she just hated to see someone that anxious.
Last was Councilman Moore, and Catalina felt the distrust in his handshake. He was an attractive older man, with a solid tan that came from years of farm work. Mr. Moore had no secret fetishes for Catalina to discover, and she found it disappointing. A man without a fetish was like a dinner without dessert.
“Let’s take Ms. Morado to my van before any reporters ask why the city council is gathered like this,” Mr. Moore said.
The others agreed quickly. Catalina found their apprehensions amusing. Mr. Brown took her luggage, and Mr. Donner was eager to help her into the van. Once they were all locked in and Mr. Moore was driving, they relaxed enough to talk.
“You see those marks on the trees over there?” Mr. Brown asked. “That is how high the water rose during the flood. For a week and a half, we were completely cut off from the rest of the state, hemmed in by the river.”
“They called it the flood of the century,” Mrs. Meisel said. “But they were wrong. The last flood was fifty years ago.”
“Right before you hired my mother,” Catalina said.
They nodded, except Mr. Moore, who snorted. Mr. Brown shot him a dirty look, but Catalina placed her hand on his and smiled. He instantly relaxed. Her mother would have been proud.
“My mother was curious why you didn’t request her aid four years ago when the spell wore off.”
Mr. Brown scowled. “Because of that bastard Charles. He was Ned’s predecessor, and he was dead set against paying your mother for something he didn’t believe in.”
“Oh he believed in it,” Mrs. Meisel said. “He believed she was a witch and an abomination to God. When he found out that we had disguised past expenditures under the label ‘environmental Adviser,’ he gave us a speech about God and nature right there. He said it would damn all of our souls if city funds were spent on a witch.”
Mr. Moore laughed in the front seat. “No, he said he would damn our souls by making it public if we did hire her. None of us was willing to explain to the voters that we wanted to hire a witch for a rain spell.”
“I’m a voluptumancer, actually,” Catalina said. “Witches are something a bit different.”
“My apologies,” Mr. Moore said, clearly amused. Catalina didn’t need magic to see that he didn’t believe. She was curious about why he had gone along with her exorbitant fee.
“Anyway,” Mr. Brown continued. “that was when Hurricane Floyd hit. God damn, the river just kept rising and rising. The airport, the bridges and most of District Seven were under water. Your mother had warned me that something like this might happen, and damn if she wasn’t right.”
“Something you kept telling Charles the entire time,” Mrs. Meisel said in such a way that Catalina knew it was a fond memory. “I’m just glad he left town when the waters dropped. The chicken shit was terrified that it would flood again — a judgment from God.”
“We all were,” Mr. Donner said, and the laughter died. “The flood drained every penny we had and after we pay Ms. Morado’s fee, we’ll barely have enough to put another police department in my district.”
“Now, Carl, you know we need that money to go toward the school we’re building on Tenth Street,” Mrs. Meisel said.
The discussion would have turned irrevocably toward local politics except for the timely and unexpected intervention of Mr. Moore.
“So what does Ms. Morado need for her spell?” he asked. “Jerry mentioned that your mother used the entire city park.”
“Just a part of it,” Catalina said. “I’ll need four walls of cloth, like a tent with no top, to enclose an area 20 feet square. It’ll have to be around a picnic table where I can do the ritual. I will also need you to keep the public away, but that shouldn’t be a problem since it is going to rain that day.”
That prompted Mr. Moore to look at her in the rearview mirror, but he kept quiet.
“Ms. Morado, when can you start?” Mrs. Meisel asked. “I’m not trying to rush you, but hurricane season starts Sunday.”
“And you would also rather not have me in town for too long, in case people ask questions,” Catalina said. “I can do it tomorrow afternoon, if you like. I need at least a night’s rest before trying this for the first time.”
“First time?” Mr. Donner asked. “You’ve never done this before? How will we know if you did it right?”
Mr. Brown blushed, while Mrs. Meisel and Mr. Donner just looked at him. They suspected something, and there were embarrassing questions about to be asked. Catalina released a little of her power to draw their eyes back to her. It wasn’t professional to use her power like that, but she had a soft spot for her mother’s lovers.
“Trust me, if I don’t get it right, I’ll be dead and then you’ll know.”
That satisfied them or at least kept them quiet. They reached her hotel, where Mr. Brown tried to apologize for the situation, but she waved it off. She even kissed him on the cheek, which straightened his back momentarily.
“I’d like to watch,” Mr. Moore said.
Charged with as much sexual energy as she was, Catalina took a moment to realize that he meant the ritual.
“Now wait a minute, Alex,” Mr. Brown said. “I know you’re skeptical, but you agreed to this. You can’t back out now.”
“I’m not backing out,” Mr. Moore said. He looked straight at Catalina, so there wouldn’t be any doubt about his sincerity. “I’ve talked to the other former council members who are still alive, and they all believe in the beautiful woman who kept the floods away. Granted, this is just her daughter, but if she says she has the same ability, I want to see it. We’re paying an awful lot of money for this, and I would like to be able to tell voters — if they ever find out — that I believe it was money well spent. For that, I need to see it.”
“That would be perfect,” Catalina said. “I could use a Watcher for my first time.”
Mr. Donner laughed until an icy glare from Mrs. Meisel silenced him. They were all thinking dirty thoughts. Catalina had that effect on people.
“Pick me up at 11,” Catalina said.
“The tent is perfect,” Catalina said, and it was. The green material was faded, and she knew they had found the original tent her mother had used. The cloth had been enchanted so it could not rip or tear during the ceremony, and once planted, it would stay in place for years if left alone. She was confident it would last one day.
Mr. Moore nodded, but he wasn’t paying attention. The poor man couldn’t keep his eyes off the voluptumancer. The Hispanic beauty was wearing a white bikini top that barely held in her large breasts. Around her waist, she wore a matching sarong that clung to her shapely hips and didn’t cover half of her thighs. Her hair was loose and came halfway down her bare back. Considering that it was the middle of October, she caused quite the scene in the hotel lobby, but the woman acted without shame. Even now, in the park, Mr. Moore couldn’t believe how at ease she was. It was as if everyone else had the problem.
“Let’s get into the tent before people begin to wonder,” Catalina said, and Mr. Moore was only too happy to agree. She brought in her bag while he hastily zipped the tent behind them. Catalina took out a bag of green powder and sprinkled it in a circle on the ground.
“You’ll have to sit here,” she said. “And no matter what you believe, don’t break the circle until I say so, OK?”
“All right,” he said. He still didn’t believe, but he was playing along. The skeptic sat down on the grass and crossed his legs inside the circle. There was something genuine about Catalina that convinced him that she at least believed in this weirdness. He watched as she took out a bag of purple powder and sprinkled complex and somewhat pornographic images into the grass around the picnic table. She then took out a stone phallus that was nearly a foot tall and set it on the table.
“Holy Christ,” Mr. Moore said.
Catalina laughed. “No, Christ is a lot smaller,” she said.
“What the hell is that for?”
“It’s to help nature take on a male form,” she said. As she poured a purple liquid over the gray phallus, thunder rolled overhead.
“Male? I though nature was a mother.”
Catalina smiled. “Nature is a hermaphrodite, actually, but you can coax one gender over another.”
Before he could ask another question, Catalina removed her bikini top. There were no tan lines at all on her golden dark body. The sight of her bronzed breasts silenced him, but when she poured a little of the purple liquid over each breast, he couldn’t help sighing. The purple liquid bubbled on her skin and stuck to her breasts like lover’s hands.
She stripped off her sarong. She wore nothing underneath, which didn’t surprise Mr. Moore at all. A dark patch of pubic hair covered her sex, and he lost his breath when Catalina sprinkled a gold powder between her legs. When she turned around to paint images onto the table, her wonderful round ass was right in front of him, and he had to fight the urge to reach out and squeeze.
After the table was done, Catalina took a purple jar of paint and using a tiny brush, she painted her own body. She drew a stick man with two heads on her belly. On the inside of her thigh, she painted the number 6. Finally, on each cheek, she painted a tiny pentagram as easily as some women put on lipstick.
Above them, the first drops of rain began to fall. Catalina looked up and stuck out her tongue to catch a raindrop. Mr. Moore wanted to believe, just to believe in her.
“The spell is working faster than it should,” Catalina said. “Nature remembers. The pattern was broken, and Nature took out its frustration with Hurricane Floyd.”
“The whole East Coast was devastated because we didn’t hire your mother?”
“Of course not,” Catalina said. “Hurricanes happen regardless of little magics, but Nature has a memory, and Nature can play favorites. What my mother did was keep this town on Nature’s good side. If she had done her spell, Nature would have held back on the town that gave it so much pleasure.”
“Pleasure?” Mr. Moore said in barely a whisper.
Catalina still heard him even though the thunder was getting louder. “Oh yes, pleasure. Pleasure is the first magic, the strongest bribe and the oldest form of diplomacy.”
She climbed onto the tabletop and laid down on her back. Catalina parted her legs, and Mr. Moore stood up inside his circle to watch her. It started to rain harder as she chanted something too strange and exotic for him to understand. It was only after a full minute of raining that he realized that he wasn’t getting wet.
On the other hand, Catalina was getting soaked. The purple potion that she had poured onto her breasts was quickly washed away by the rain, leaving her dark globes in tiny rivers. The rain flattened her pubic hair until the folds of her sex were revealed in all their secret glory. She couldn’t keep still as the rain increased in intensity and temperature. Each drop of rain was like a tiny kiss, and it sensitized her skin wherever she was struck. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table while her heels dug against the hard wood. Catalina opened her mouth and spoke the final words to the spell.
The stone phallus crumbled under the water as if it were made of sand.
Lightning flashed in the sky, and the downpour began. A solid wall of water fell onto her and somehow stayed on top of her. Water surrounded her completely, washing over her round breasts and hard nipples like the waves of the ocean. She felt hands made of water squeeze her breasts, thighs, buttocks and everywhere else until she was twisting under the force of Nature’s desire. The water was hot and tingling, so Catalina felt as though she were submerged in freshly ejaculated semen.
She shuddered as the water entered her sex with a solid thrust. Her hips rose to meet her elemental lover, and she felt the press of the rain push deep inside her. In and out the watery phallus fucked her, pushing deeper than any mortal lover. A whirlpool centered on her clitoris, and Catalina moaned under Nature’s attention. It was like 1,000 tongues were on her clit, each one licking her hard nub until she was ready to be driven mad.
Something forced open her mouth, and Catalina accepted Nature with her throat. The water rushed in but stopped short of drowning her. She relaxed her jaw as the water fucked her mouth, rolling in and out of her lips like the tide. She could feel the rain washing through her hair, pulling and twisting her long locks as the water fucked her body. She ran her tongue through the water and licked the liquid phallus between her lips.
Underneath, her buttocks were slowly forced open. Silently, she urged the invasion on until she felt the solid push of water enter her anus. She groaned as her tight ass expanded to accept the watery cock. The first thrust lifted her from the table, and she couldn’t believe how large nature was inside her.
The liquid cocks in her ass and sex fucked in rhythm together. Catalina was choking on the phallus in her mouth, but it was a good choking. Her breasts were being pummeled by the rolling waves that had her nipples rock hard. She was in the center of a fuck-storm that drove her body wild. Catalina had her first climax, and she screamed her pleasure through the water. She came again and again until she could taste her own cream mixing with the water that surrounded her.
After a lifetime of sensation, Nature finally climaxed as well. The water within her sex and ass finally exploded, flooding her with the heat of orgasm. The phalluses melted inside her, pouring out of her body in imitation of the weakness of flesh. The cock inside her mouth exploded as well, gushing down her throat and pouring out of her mouth in a relentless flood.
The water that had encased her suddenly fell away from her body, soaking the table and the grass around her. Catalina gasped for air and sat up, choking. The rain slowed to a small drizzle, and she knew that Nature was satisfied for another few years. Catalina’s body was aching with the craving of being submerged again. After being so completely penetrated and embraced, her body was going through a supernatural withdrawal.
She looked at Mr. Moore. He was standing in the circle, eyes wide and mouth open. There was not a drop of water on him, but the ground around his enchanted circle was muddy and wet from Nature’s orgy. What he had seen had wiped all doubt from his mind. Perhaps he didn’t fully understand what he had seen, but he knew that Catalina was exactly who she said she was. She didn’t need her powers to notice the bulge in his pants or the wish that was in his eyes.
“Come here,” she said.
Mr. Moore broke the circle and came to the table. He didn’t say anything as she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was only half erect until Catalina expended some power into him. His cock hardened in her grip till it was a nice thick seven inches.
Laying on her stomach on the tabletop, Catalina took him into her mouth. The taste of his salty flesh helped wipe away the memory of flowing water. She sucked him hard, wiping her tongue all over his shaft while he hit the back of her throat. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair as she breathed in his human scents.
Mr. Moore gripped her shoulder in one hand and a hanging breast in the other. Catalina moaned around his cock as his fingers squeezed her tit. His hand gripped her wet hair as he pumped against her mouth and his balls slapped against her chin, but she didn’t mind. He was exactly what she needed: a human lover with human needs.
He climaxed in her mouth, and the sticky semen obliterated the last traces of water in her mouth. Catalina swallowed it all. She sucked down hard as her tongue pulled every strand of seed from his body. Mr. Moore groaned, and his knees shook, but the dusky beauty kept swallowing until she had everything he could offer.
“That was unbelievable,” he said when she finally let him go.
“You’re not done yet,” Catalina said in a husky whisper. She spun around on her back and parted her legs. The long calves wrapped around his waist and pulled him to her. She stroked his cock and aimed him for her sex.
He laughed. “There’s no way. I’m not nearly as young as I used to be.”
“You are now,” Catalina said, and she took the last of her hoarded power and gave it to his cock. Mr. Moore whimpered as the sensitivity and endurance of youth returned to him. His cock ached with the need to fuck, thrust and come.
“Yes,” he growled as his hands grabbed her waist. He slammed into her sex hard enough to make her large breasts jiggle with the impact. He laughed lustily as he fucked the exotic enchantress. His cock felt huge and his strength limitless. Mr. Moore fucked her with a pounding force that mirrored the thumping of his heart.
Catalina squeezed her breasts as he fucked her. She twisted her nipples between sharp fingernails, and she strove to remove the memory of water. She clenched around his cock, enjoying the feeling of something solid between her thighs as she crossed her ankles. The lure of Nature became a distant dream as she surrendered to the beauty of a throbbing cock and the stickiness of sweat.
He ejaculated again, and when his seed shot inside her, Catalina felt the last traces of water being pushed aside. She climaxed with him, her pussy tingling around his hard and solid shaft. Her sex milked his cock, craving his body as an anchor to reality.
“Thank you,” they both said together. They laughed, and Mr. Moore slowly pulled away. A string of seed fell on her thigh, and Catalina scooped it up with her fingers and put it back in her. Every little bit helps. The sky above her was devoid of any clouds, and the sun shone down brightly on her wet body. For the first time since taking over her mother’s business, Catalina really understood the powers she commanded and how much they were needed in this repressed world.
“I see now why Nature appreciates this town,” Mr. Moore said. “For that matter, I can see why we appreciated your mother and now you. We can rebuild now from the flood without the fear of the river turning on us again. You’ve given us our future back.”
His flattery warmed her better than any lover’s cuddle. “Come on, let’s get dressed and clean up our mess, so I can get back to the hotel.”
He looked at beautiful sultry body and sighed. “What’s the hurry?” he teased, reluctant to return to the world outside the tent.
“I want to get you back to my hotel room so I can show you how a voluptumancer really thanks her friends.”