Gwen Tennyson and the Domi-Matrix - Sex Stories

Gwen Tennyson and the Domi-Matrix

... her fifth orgasm when Charmcaster pulled away. The cock was still buried deep within her. Ribbons of magical energy moved across her hips. Forming a web of underwear. Pulling taut she felt the magical cock lodge itself deeper as the new underwear pinched her skin. Charmcaster was already pulling on her pants.

“Enjoy yourself, Gwen. That cock will fuck you for hours. Without your magic or that fake Omnitrix, you’ll be helpless. Remember, you're not even a real sorceress. You're barely an idiot savant!” She pulled on her long jacket not bothering with a shirt. “I’ll tell Ben you said, ‘Hi,’ while I’m sucking his cock.” She slammed the doors. She rubbed her pussy as she walked to the Battle-Car.

“Urr wrronnt torrrc rim. E-ll grr free ahr strrop urr, War!” Translation, “You won't touch him. I’ll get free and stop you, whore!”

The web-like underwear kept pulling and pushing on the cock. Driving it in and out of her. The first orgasm came seconds after Hope left.

“GU UUH. gu uuhhhh…” Translation, moans.

The constant grind of the cock, the underwear wrapping around her wide hips, and the wiggling ribbons riding down her buttcrack like a g-string made her cum again.

“Ang! Whaert! Augah! Aaugah! …Aah!”

Another orgasm rocked her body, the third since Hope left her half floating, held by magic cuffs “aug… uuggh. …auh-gh!” Gwen’s mind cleared as she bit on the ballgag, just long enough for a thought to form.

Fuck, if only I had the Domi-Matrix,

she ...

... thought,

wait if I don’t have it… do I have...

Magic flares to life. She was free in seconds. Her cuffs fell off as she spit the gag out. Landing she rolled to her feet. Gwen reached between her legs pulling at the underwear. The cock refused to move as she pulled on it. The intensity building in her loins continued.

Shoving the van's rear doors open, she scans the parking lot for her Domi-Matrix. Her eyes catch on a dildo a few feet away. Her legs still quivering from orgasmic bliss she moves toward it.

“CUMMI-IN'~! CUMMIII-ING~FUUcckkk!” The pleasure and the trembling coming from her loins dropped Gwen to her knees. Stopped by another orgasm her hand creeps out searching. The Domi-Matrix was inches away laying on a shrubbery. Recovering, she presses the pink and mint neon dildo with its thick veins, and multiple lumps all adorning its surface to the magical one. Nothing happens.

“Fuck.” She shoves the device into her mouth. Expanding it slides down to her stomach. She starts running, running for home. A pink and mint neon medical mask wraps around her face. Hugging her ears. The ***********or dial is faintly visible.

Give me clothes of some kind,

she targets her thoughts at the Domi-Matrix.

Her mouth, throat, and entrance to her stomach vibrate with acknowledgments. Her skin is tickled as a bikini matching the Domi-Matrix creeps across her flesh. Gwen starts pulling off her tattered shirt and yoga pants as she runs to save her cousin.

She felt a war on her ...