A Strange Sensation: Ch. 2 (LilyPichu) (Patreon Exclusive)

Alright. Let's find... someone.

You walk around, looking over people's shoulders as you stroll around the airport. A few people give you strange looks as you scan the environment for a target, but you ignore them as you make your way toward the airport exit.

Wait! That voice? Is that…?

You turn around and see a woman sitting a few seats away from you watching a video, from which the familiar voices of the OfflineTV members were audible.

Oh. It’s just a video.

You decide to approach her anyway.

"Hello?"

She looks up. “Oh, I’m sorry, was it too loud?”

“Oh, no, it’s alright. I just recognized those voices. That's OfflineTV, right?” You ask, sitting down next to her.

“Yeah, I love their videos. I’m so excited I’m actually getting to meet them.”

“Meet them!?! How?” You blurt out in shock.

She gestures to the seat beside her, where a large camera bag was propped up.

“I’m a photographer. My team and I are doing a photoshoot for them later today.”

Your mind starts swirling with possibilities, and your heart starts to race.

“So… is someone going to be picking you up from the airport to take you there?” You ask.

“Yup! They should be coming very soon!”

Alright. This is my chance. I have to do this quickly.

You loosen your shoulders and close your eyes as you reach into her mind, altering her thoughts accordingly as your neck tingles. She almost slips away, but your adrenaline and excitement let you keep your hold on her, and you finish the job.

Oh, wow. I think I’m getting better at that.

“Could I come with you?” You ask, hoping to see the fruits of your labor.

“You know what? I was just thinking that! I’ll let my team know to expect another,” she casually replies.

You nod in appreciation and sit down next to her.

“Are you ok?” She asks. “You look really tired all of a sudden.”

“Oh, I’m fine. Don’t worry…”

…

“You’re telling me you just picked up some guy at the airport and you want to bring him to the shoot? That’s fucking weird, Jenna.”

You stand back and watch as one of her team members eyes you up with disgust.

“He’s my friend! He won’t touch anything, I promise,” she argues.

“Goddammit, we’re already late! Fuck it, get in, and don’t say a word,” he resigns.

He shakes his head as you climb into the car, but quickly drives off.

…

You sit idly in a chair while the cameras and lighting gets set up. Your knee bobs up and down nervously.

OTV… are they all really gonna be here? That’s surreal.

You wait a few more minutes, feeling your heart jump in your throat every time the door opens, only to be let down.

But finally, you hear a commotion outside, and you stand and stare as all of OTV arrive together and greet the team.

Pokimane is the first one through the door, and the sight of her in person makes your eyes widen in disbelief.

You instantly will yourself into her mind, and you feel an unexpected shockwave of pressure as she instantly forces you off and slips away, leaving you feeling nothing. Her smile never leaves her face, and you get the feeling that she didn’t even notice your presence.

Woah, she resisted really hard, and so easily, too! How could she…?

Maybe it has to do with their psychological toughness. Shit... if that's the case, live-streamers are gonna be the hardest to get to - they’re used to dealing with all kinds of shit. Dammit, maybe I should've thought this through...

Although… if that's the case, who out of OTV could I go for? All of them are very tough women...

The members arrive back on the scene, and the crew sets them up for their first group photo. You stay in the back and slowly feel around all of their minds without trying to influence them.

One sticks out in particular, and you focus more energy on Lily, trying to see if you had a chance to get in.

Hmm... it's almost as if I can start to get a feeling of her weak points...

Let me try something.

You reach into her mind ever so slightly, and you try to make her think she has an itch.

You watch as she scratches the back of her head a few times.

Yes! Now…

You make her feel like her legs are sore, and you watch as she stands up and shakes them out before sitting back down again.

Aha! I’m getting closer!

You continue trying to alter minor parts of her thoughts in slight ways, aiming to figure out how to get through and alter her deepest thoughts and emotions.

They take more photos, and then change into different fits and take another set of photos. The entire time, you focus all of your energy on Lily, not wanting to waste such a perfect opportunity.

After nearly an hour, the photoshoot was starting to wrap up, and you get ready to make your move.

They look over some of the pictures, showing grins of satisfaction. After shaking hands with the crew, they start to exit the set.

Here goes nothing. This is my last chance before they leave.

3... 2... 1...

You push as forcefully as you can on Lily's mind, twisting her emotions and thoughts as you had practiced.

She feels a striking headache, and she holds her hand up to her head.

"Lily? Are you ok?" Michael asks, putting his arm around her in concern.

Her headache quickly subsides, and you’re left with a comfortable tingling in the back of your neck.

She looks in your direction, but you immediately snap her head back to Michael and let her answer the question.

“Yeah, I’m fine… I feel a little weird, though…”

You call your breathing, doing everything possible to ensure the control didn’t break.

“Do you want to sit down?”

“No, no. I… maybe I should just use the bathroom. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Ok. Let me know if you need anything.”

You gently will her to walk toward the bathroom and enter it.

Now, the question is… How the hell do I enter the women’s bathroom without anyone noticing?

You inconspicuously walk closer to the bathroom, pretending like you were heading to the man’s bathroom.

As if on cue, a crashing sound comes from the other side as a lighting lamp falls and shatters on the ground.

“What the fuck are you doing?” One of the crew asks another, who profusely apologizes for the accident. 

"That's coming out of your paycheck!"

By the time everyone looks up from the incident, you’ve already slipped inside.

You quickly find the right stall and have her open the door.

Your heart jumps in your throat as you see Lily with a neutral expression on her face, standing in front of you in a bathroom stall as if it was a completely normal occurrence. Despite her being under your control, it felt as if the opposite was true, as her steady gaze and perfect smile made you weak in the knees.

“Hi!” She says, cheerfully.

“Hi.”

You shape her emotions with ease, and a faint blush comes to her cheeks.

“Wow, look who we have here…” She says as she runs her hands through your hair. “Quite the man…” She whispers into your ear.

You know you don't have much time to waste, so you speed things along.

Her hand moves to your crotch, and your breathing shallows as she gently strokes you, while her warm breath hits your neck.

“You like this?” She seductively whispers, showing a greater display of dominance than you expected.

Dominant, eh? Well… we can change that. How about… a submissive slut?

You alter her once more, and she immediately fishes out your cock. She squats down and gets on her knees in front of you, silently waiting for your command.

You don’t need to say anything in words, as you put the instructions directly into her mind.

She holds your thighs and dives deeply onto your cock, sliding her lips and tongue from the tip to the base in one long motion. She pulls back out and does it again, taking your entire shaft inside her.

You groan, not expecting such a deep blowjob from someone with such a small mouth.

The tightness of her throat gives you an incredible feeling, and you lay back for a minute as you let her continue her work. She doesn’t let up for a second, and she keeps her pace as she bobs her head back and forth, occasionally looking up at you with her large, distracting eyes.

She holds back her gag reflex as you grab the back of her head and force her even deeper. 

You start to pump her head up and down, and she easily lets you use her like a toy as she loosens her throat and allows you complete access. You revel in the feeling, as your wildest fantasies start to come true.

She tucks fallen strands of hair behind her ear as you continue pumping her up and down. She starts to sweep her tongue along the tip of your shaft, making you shiver from the delicateness.

Your fingers intertwine with her long locks, and you start to feel your loins getting ready.

“Get up,” you command, and she obliges, pulling away from your cock with a large gasp. She leaves the stall and places both hands on either side of a sink, propping her butt out for you. You get behind her and fold up her dress, rubbing her opening and wettening it for you.

You look at her face in the mirror as you insert yourself into her. She bites her lip and inhales sharply as you push in, and she visibly struggles to take it all. Her pussy was even tighter than you expected, but you pushed through it, molding it to your size.

You gently grab her hips and pull out and back in, the gentle thrust already enough to elicit another moan from her.

You look toward the door, realizing that anyone could walk in at any moment.

Fuck it. I’m not leaving now.

You continue, upping your pace until you were pounding her. Her grip on the sink tightens to prevent her from being slammed into the mirror, and you watch in awe as her breasts bounce around with each stroke. Her ass jiggles with each stroke, turning you on even more.

Her body convulses as you shape her insides, and the slapping sound of your hips on her ass fills the room.

How about a little slut-talk, hm?

"Oh, please, master... fill me up with your cum..." She whispers, not wanting to alert anyone outside.

"I've been a good girl... please..." She squeals, unable to even finish her statement as her orgasm dissolves her into a quivering mess. But she remains on her feet, now panting as she tries to help you reach your release.

The exhilarating experience brings you closer to the edge sooner than you expect, and you decide to make the most of it.

You pull out your phone from your lowered jeans and start recording, watching as Lily’s horny body thrusts her hips back on you. The sight in the mirror captures just how much she was enjoying it, as she was struggling tremendously to keep her voice down.

You finally pull out, and she gets on her knees to jerk you off with both hands, sticking her tongue out to catch it all. You throw your head back as you cum, releasing rope after rope of your pent-up release onto her tongue, while a few strands land on her face. Your video catches the entire thing, and she seductively stares into the camera as she swallows your semen, feeling no shame from the act.

You stop the recording as she stands up and smoothens down her dress, then washes her face in the sink.

You realize that the sensation was gone just like last time, and you watch her in worry.

But she doesn’t react at all, and instead starts silently walking toward the exit.

“Hey!” You call after her.

“Hmm?”

“Can I have your number?” You blurt out, almost forgetting to ask.

“Um… I have a boyfriend.” She casts you a disapproving look.

What the fuck?

"Um... please?"

“Jeez, fine… just don’t do anything weird…”

She grabs your phone and puts in her number, completely ignoring the fact that you had a video of her jerking you off onto her face pulled up.

She hands it back to you with a neutral expression.

“Bye,” she briefly says before leaving.

Man, I really need to figure out how this works.

But that can wait. Now that I have Lily's number, I can get her address, and that means... I know where I'm sleeping tonight.

The only question is... with who?

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I plan to make this a 4-chapter series, so things are gonna ramp up quickly next chapter!