Chapter 9 – Mal vs the World
NOTE: Taking a little jump backwards in time, just to clarify.
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It happened while Mal was drawing.
Mal accomplished a lot of useful things when she was sketching – it helped her process, helped her think, and in Auradon, it helped her settle. She needed to stay focused in order to achieve their goal, because it was so easy to get sidetracked here. Easy to get lost in how nice things were, the luxuries they were allowed now that they were off the garbage heap that was the Isle.
It made Mal burn, thinking of what they had been deprived of for so long, things they deserved, that her mother had deserved, because she was the most powerful Fae in the land. Obviously, that was why they had locked her away. I mean, it wasn't like her reaction was unwarranted. Who snubbed the most powerful Fae in the land and expected no repercussions? Only an idiot would do that. They'd deserved the hand they had been dealt, and they'd responded by locking up Mal's mom and anyone too powerful or unique to threaten Auradon's picture of cookie cutter perfection.
It was sickening, Mal hated it.
So she ended up drawing a lot.
There was nothing wrong with it, nothing indulgent – it helped her think.
That was when she felt the first hint of something wrong.
It was a sudden thing, something that made her jolt away from her desk, made her stare down between her legs with a look of confusion. Because it felt like she was naked, that her groin (and just her groin) was being bared, but she was definitely still wearing clothes. She definitely had on the pants and underwear she'd been wearing earlier. She just didn't feel like she was.
It wasn't comforting that it was focused on her crotch. Everything else – her rear, her legs – that all felt covered, which meant…
Someone was casting a peeping tom spell, and that someone could be Jay, but he supposedly had gone on a nature hike or some shit because he could do that now, but maybe that was just his stupid horny cover. Ugh. It was enough to have Mal throwing down her sketchpad and crossing to her bed, perching on the edge while she looked through her mother's spell book for possible explanations.
And then she almost dropped that spell book, because something wet was pressing against her groin.
In fact, she was wet, dripping and flushed and distinctly aroused when she hadn't been a few minutes earlier, and that was terrifying in itself, until-
Mal jerked back onto her bed with a cry, her leg seemingly grabbed by an invisible force and pushed wide so that she was sprawled out in a V on her side. She fought against whatever it was to no avail, the thing jerking her down until she grinded against that wet thing that wasn't there again. She was smooshed against it, and it was so wet, it kept twitching, rutting against her so steadily and accidentally grazing her clit to make her gasp, her own folds getting wet and loose and overall like some kind of nightmare while she was pushed harder against the whatever it was.
"Oh," Mal gasped, eyes falling shut after a delicious grind. Whatever the fuck this was, it felt good, it felt-
Was she rutting against another girl? Like, a phantom girl? That seemed like a Jay thing to do, to try and rock her world with some kind of sexual fantasy even though Mal had never expressed interest in girls before (but maybe she'd stared too much at Evie, had been too aggressive with Uma to cover up her want, and that in itself had her twitching, leaking anew until her panties were soaked).
And then, with no amount of warning, Mal's leg was suddenly dropped, the wet contact pulled away, leaving Mal flushed and wanting.
"Shit," she muttered as she rolled onto her back, trying to collect herself. She needed to talk to Jay about boundaries. Talk to him about trying to appease her (which was admirable) without running it past her first.
It was sweet, the way he tried to be a good henchman, tried to please her, and he mostly did, but this wasn't-
"What?!" Her eyes flew open when she felt a sort of bluntness press against her folds, felt it urge her wide before pushing into her, fucking her-
It was so big. Thick and solid but it didn't hurt, sliding in. Mal seemed prepared to take it, stretching around it in an easy accommodation while it filled her up. She found her legs sprawling wide, a hand dropping to her groin but there was nothing there, she could feel nothing and yet she was definitely getting filled inch by inch in a terribly slow tease that made her pant, had her arching in a horrifically needy way.
She was going to kill Jay after this. He'd never pressed her for more during their sexual forays – he'd always let her decide what she wanted, offered her a list and never pressured her for what choices she might make (though he seemed disappointed that she didn't want to kiss, then embarrassed by that disappointment), but this was- they'd never gotten to this.
He had to be crazy to try it, unless-
Unless he'd lost control of the spell, unless this was an accident, unless his walk was a cover for testing out something he thought might make her happy and it was affecting her in ways he hadn't anticipated. Maybe he hadn't intended it to affect her at all.
Just her fucking damn luck. She would have to wait to see if he brought it up. Jay was weird when it came to bragging. He'd do it for some things but not for others. If Mal pressured him enough, he would gush about his sex magic exploits to her if he had been testing something with the intention to pleasure her, otherwise…
It was an accident, albeit a very extreme one.
"Fuck," Mal gasped as the invisible dick started rutting into her in earnest.
It had somehow managed to swell inside her, making her moan furiously, and the drag of the thick, invisible thing was practically rocking her against the bed.
"Oh," Mal moaned, flushing when her legs were held up, were pressed higher so the invisible person could do a better job of rutting into her. She was being manhandled and she liked it, which was- it was preposterous. She should be furious. This was her first time and it was being committed by magic, but-
But maybe that was the most appropriate way. She was a Fae, she naturally called to the wild magic of Auradon as a sort of lightning rod. This spell- maybe it wasn't intended for her yet, but she had called to it and here it had come, eagerly pushing her wide.
"Jay," Mal gasped, back arching, because this was- she was pretty sure it was his. And that was something to imagine, Jay grinding into her, boxing her into the bed all shy like. He tried to be suave but for her he was putty – he was bashful and eager and tried to pretend he wasn't. She could imagine pressing him onto his back, riding him like a damn horse while he moaned under her, and afterwards he'd look up at her in that hopeful way of his before asking if he'd done a good job.
If this shit was any indication – he had done a fucking great job, no question.
She could feel herself dripping steadily, gushing as she was held wide by the invisible force that stroked her insides. A furious thrust, and she felt something unload into her, felt a distinct slickness coating her insides. It was hot, undeniably so, and she was still trying to adjust to that when she felt delicate fingers wrap around her clit. Until this point there had only been accidental brushes. This was the first time it had been done with real intent, and the pointed contact made Mal croon, had pleasure surging through her in such a forceful way that she fell apart, gushing her own slickness while the length seemed to slowly diminish inside her. Slowly, ever so slowly, it receded until Mal was empty once more, flushed and wet and very much spent, bamboozled by the sudden sexual attention.
When she felt like she was covered once more, when her heartrate had settled again, she pushed herself up, wincing at the telling squish of her panties.
Yeah, bath time it was.
Evie wouldn't think anything of it – they both liked to indulge in the amenities they were now given access to, so Mal grabbed up a quick change of clothes (loungewear – she'd fucking summon her own food today instead of braving the dining hall) and made a beeline for the bathroom. She started a bath before turning to her clothes, shedding them in hasty movements until she got down to her underwear. As she suspected, they were soaked through, but it was an even bigger mess than she thought when she pulled them away. The material clung to her, dripping excess slick, and there…
She paused, hiking her leg up onto the counter so she could stare at her groin in the mirror, as stupid as it made her feel.
White slick oozed out of her folds, and when she toyed with them, more urged out, so-
The dick had been invisible, but the cum was real.
Good thing she took her herbs.
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The second time it happened came later that day, when Evie was working steadily at her sewing station and Mal was pretending to sketch in the windowsill. Really, she was keeping an eye out for Jay, who was still communing with nature or some shit, which left Mal alone pondering the extent of her weird sex magic encounter.
"Keep frowning like that and you face will freeze that way," Evie sang as she pinned some material together.
"I think I can live with that," Mal drawled, a smile tugging at her lips despite herself. She was grateful that in all this she was allowed Evie, her rock and maybe a bit more, though Mal tried to ignore that. "Remind these Auradon kids not to mess with me."
"They already don't mess with you," Evie hummed, making a face as she likely thought about that stupid pink princess, Audrey.
Mal hated that bitch, and also hated how fucking pretty she was, because while Mal should coolly view her as an enemy alone she couldn't help but dwell on the curl of her hair or the thickness of her eyelashes or her dumb pretty lips, couldn't help but want to ravish her in a stupidly aggressive way, to show her who was fucking boss. Mal wanted her to whimper for showing up Evie that first day, but mostly she wanted Evie to have her due.
Strangely enough, she seemed to have found it in Prince Chadwick James, the weird recluse that Evie could barely get to talk to her. At first, Mal had thought he was stuck up, but apparently he was just like, a mess. And now he was Evie's mess, but she seemed cheerful about tackling the problem that was flighty princes, so Mal let her have at it.
"Mal," Evie groaned, eyeing her frown with a distinct unhappiness. "Come on, can't you focus on the positive stuff?"
"I'm looking at the positive stuff right now," Mal said, sure to keep her gaze locked on Evie, and just like every time she kind of managed a successful flirtation, Evie blushed, ducking her head so she could return to her work.
"Flatterer," Evie muttered, but that blush didn't fade, and that was all Mal cared about.
It was enough to make Mal throw caution to the wind when she felt a distinct change – another surge of magic that she wouldn't recognize if she didn't feel topless, except she was very much still wearing a shirt. Mal looked down just to be sure and, yep- there was her shirt, and she could feel the straps of her bra against her back, but her boobs definitely felt like they were out, which was something she got to deal with for all of a second before they gave a pointed jiggle.
She didn't jump, but she might have startled, because that was- yeah, that wasn't natural, that was something else.
Mal cleared her throat. "I think I'm going to take a bath."
"You do like your baths," Evie hummed, giving her a knowing look before returning to her dress or whatever.
Mal deigned to ignore her before retreating to bathroom, locking herself inside and starting the bath on low to cover up the sounds of whatever was going to happen. She was in the process of adjusting the water when she jolted, because that was- there were hands on her boobs, she could feel them, cupping and squeezing them in clumsy movements.
Mal stumbled towards the mirror and froze because she was- her chest was following the motions of the invisible hands, lifting and squeezing until that force clamped around her nipples, making her legs almost crumble under her.
"Fuck," she hissed as she collapsed against the counter. She hadn't known her nipples were that sensitive, but now she could feel them popping out of the top of her bra, could see them straining against the fabric of her shirt while they were toyed with. A steady warmth was building inside of her, going straight between her legs, and it was something that only worsened with each flick and careful rub.
Just when she thought she was about to lose it, it stopped, leaving her panting in a desperate effort to catch her breath.
And then there was a lick.
There was the only way to describe it. It was just a weird, warm texture that slid against Mal's breast in a sort of awkward way, like whoever was on the other end had no idea how to approach ravishing a woman. It was enough to have Mal rolling her eyes, because of course Jay was being a weirdo about her chest, he got strangely noble about the dumbest shit, but then-
More gasping because that mouth had figured shit out. A clever tongue was attacking her right breast, swirling against her nipple until it was at a fine point, jumping at the contact while fresh urges of arousal went straight to Mal's groin.
A suck, and Mal could feel herself get wet, wetter, before the mouth switched to her other breast and attacked her with seemingly less confidence.
"Fuck," Mal groaned, fumbling to undo her pants so she could shove a hand into her underwear, wanting to tease herself the way her breasts were getting played with.
It felt so good, and they kept sucking and flicking their tongue and using their free hand to squeeze her until she was a whining mess, fingers cautiously stroking her wet heat that was eager for more.
And then it paused again.
"Come on," Mal huffed, toying with her clit while she stared at her abandoned nipples. "Don't leave me-"
She cut off with a croak, grateful the running water was loud enough to cover the sound because her breasts seemed to swell, spilling over the top of her bra and her nipples – fuck they felt even more sensitive, enough that Mal found herself crumbling to the ground, her back against the tub because the scrape of material against her swollen nubs was driving her crazy.
And that was before the hands grabbed her again, squeezed her generous mounds before something started rutting between her cleavage. Her breasts were squeezed together around the thing, leaving a distinct well, and it was hot and wet, not like the tongue, but a-
A dick. Jay was fucking her cleavage. And Mal couldn't even be mad at it, because her chest was so fucking sensitive that her groin ached from it, flushing steadily open like a sort of invitation, and-
Mal was blindsided by the spurts of milk that seemed to pulse from her breasts. They shot out of her in a torrent, surging through her nipples with an aggressive curl that had her moaning, soaking through the material of her shirt. That was bad enough, but each gush was mimicked by Mal's um- groin, meaning she was- she was spurting down there too, slick bursting out of her in a dangerous rip that had her head thrown back, rocking through her like a furious orgasm.
"Shit," Mal groaned, legs spreading wide as she soaked through her panties, her fingers easily siding inside herself to tease at the hot, oversensitive skin. "Fuck, fuck-"
It kept coming. He kept fucking her and she kept spurting and it wasn't stopping. It was ludicrous, but it was- it felt so good, and Mal couldn't shake it. She barely noticed her breasts shrinking back to their normal size until it was done. By the time it was finished, the front of Mal's shirt and bra were soaked through. The crotch of her pants was a lost cause, as were her panties, and she had three fingers buried into her heat, toying with herself lazily as she tried to catch her breath from some of the best releases she'd ever had.
Alright then, she was definitely talking to Jay about this later. They needed an intentional repeat of this situation. Naturally, they wouldn't tell Evie or Carlos about it, because Mal couldn't be known as a distracted horny piece of shit, even if that was what she was. She had to be better than that, stronger. She had to be strong for them.
So… a secret.
Obviously.
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Jay didn't check in that night, but he was flaky about that kind of thing when he was working on his magic. Not that he ever openly owned up to working on his magic. He'd seen what it did to his father so he tried to avoid it, but some things, Mal knew, came naturally. Magic called to Jay whether he liked it or not, so he'd take frequent trips off by himself to manage the random bursts as he naturally accumulated more energy just to work them off, and Mal allowed it because at this point it hadn't distracted them from their goals.
So she tried not to think much of it when she and Evie got ready to bed after Carlos's status update (where he casually mentioned that Jay was still out, meaning Mal would have to get on him later for worrying the young De Ville, even if he hadn't expressly said he was concerned). She didn't think about it as they settled underneath their stupidly comfortable sheets on their stupidly comfortable beds and tried to make the most of what they were offered.
She didn't think of it later, when she found herself waking up in the middle of the night, because she had other things occupying her attention.
Such as the fact that while she had definitely fallen asleep underneath her comforter, she now woke up on top of it, the rest of the bed seeming perfectly made. That in itself was a concern, but not one Mal registered immediately because the comforter had been replaced with a large, fuzzy blanket of some kind that definitely hadn't been there earlier.
That was… weird, but ultimately harmless. Maybe Mal had fallen asleep on top of her sheets and Evie had gifted her this thing, though that didn't seem likely. Evie was more for look and protection over comfort, and this thing was all comfort, all weird, and-
Pushing up her shirt.
It took Mal a few moments to realize that the blanket was moving on its own, and by the time she did, her shirt was gathered under her armpits, pushed up over her breasts so that they were directly against the soft material, which immediately seemed to tease and flick against Mal's nipples.
A sex blanket. Was that what Jay had been working on? He spent all day hiding in the woods so he could sneak in and leave Mal with a sex blanket? Without telling her about it? They were going to be having words about this, only Mal couldn't focus on that because her sleeping shorts and panties were getting tugged off as well, in seemingly practical movements.
Fucking shit. Mal tried tugging at the blanket, but found that it wouldn't budge. She couldn't get her hands under it either, and couldn't seem to move any part of her body trapped under its clutches, which meant she could do a grand total of jack shit when the thing seemed to start mouthing between her legs, the fabric molding to her groin but somehow feeling wet and hot – pointed, delicious movements that felt like a mouth-
She was being eaten out by a blanket. A blanket was eating her out while Evie was like, eight feet away, and she could do nothing about it but lay there and take it.
Mal swallowed a gasp when the fabric around her breasts shifted, moving so that it was cupping the pale mounds and leaving her exposed as it gave her nipples the occasional tease. If Evie woke up, she'd be able to see Mal easily, and worse, maybe she'd think Mal had done this to herself. Maybe she'd think this was a thing Mal did regularly, that she got off on tempting fate, and while the thought infuriated her, it somehow triggered the blanket to eat her out with renewed fervor, the wet heat licking deeper, thrusting into her and continuously rubbing against her clit while Mal grew more and more wet.
"Fuck," Mal hissed when she felt her ankles get snagged, her legs drawn up and spread wide so that her knees were bent and her groin – still being ravaged by the blanket – was on display. Her hands, which had been tugging at the fabric that cupped her breasts, were grabbed, her wrists wrapped in fabric before they were dragged down towards her crotch.
She was at a loss before she felt the wet fabric get dragged up her stomach, exposing her flushed folds to the room until the blanket was easing her hands between her legs. Did it want her to masturbate? Mal had done it before – usually alone in the privacy of the bathroom, but never like this, with Evie there-
The slickness the blanket left behind felt like fire when the first of Mal's fingers was eased inside her. The blanket pumped it in and out at a steady speed, had her other hand hovering near her clit, and it was natural for Mal to toy with it, to increase her pleasure while more fingers were curled into her heat, until she was steadily fucking her fingers, chest bouncing and moans swallowed in her throat as she tried to keep from waking Evie.
She was so wet, it kept getting hotter, delicious thrills of warmth sliding through her as she imagined doing this with Evie on purpose, imagined the princess urging her on because Mal looked sexy, because she enjoyed seeing Mal be vulnerable for once, and she wanted to see Mal stretch herself just for Evie's strap-on, the princess prepared to fuck her into the mattress-
Mal probably got too into it, had to bite her lip just to keep the noises from spilling out. It was all a mess, and she continued chasing it, spurred by the blanket, until she felt herself fall apart, the blanket pulling her hands away so she could spurt hot trails of slick with a swallowed cry.
Fuck. Fuck, she felt lewd, spread wide while her groin throbbed. There was a sort of thrill to being this vulnerable, to the fact that anyone who walked through that door could see her at her weakest, but it was a passing fancy. The door was charmed, Evie was asleep, Mal was alone. It was fine.
She did need another bath, though.
Seeing as she'd already gone this far, Mal went ahead and tugged off her shirt, flushing when she was essentially naked with Evie in the room. It wasn't a fantasy, exactly, and not on purpose, but still, there was a sort of excitement to it.
She pushed the blanket down and was relieved when it deigned to release her legs, letter her shove it down to the foot of the bed.
At least, that was the plan.
Mal got the bunched material to her crotch and it latched on with renewed fervor, licking at her oversensitive folds. Mal had been in the process of sitting up when it happened, so she ended up resting her entire weight on the blanket now eating her out again, knees bent and legs spread wide behind her while she just sort of rocked in place.
Okay, this was- not ideal, because she was naked now, because she was almost entirely exposed while she was getting eaten out by a blanket, her chest bouncing with each intense lick as the blanket thrust up into her. Mal dug her fingers into the material, trying to tug it up, but the blanket wouldn't budge, wouldn't let go of her as it tried to rock her world once more, which left her with limited options.
"This is not the path I chose, give me back some fucking clothes," Mal hissed, creating a new spell on the fly because the blanket seemed determined to get some kind of noise from her, and if Evie woke up, she wanted to be covered.
Of course, she probably should have been more specific, or less expletive, because while new clothes did materialize around her, they sort of took the 'fucking' thing to heart. Meaning Mal ended up with some weird lacy panties that didn't have a crotch, thus allowing the blanket to continue its attack on her. She also seemed to have acquired thigh high stockings and stiletto heels for some damn reason, as well as a bra that had cutouts for her nipples, leaving nothing to the imagination.
"I have had enough today," Mal tried. "Make this blanket go away."
There was a pause where Mal could only linger on the effects the blanket had on her, the steady buzz of pleasure and the heat, before she felt the thing getting dragged away.
Unfortunately, it dragged between her legs back towards the head of her bed, making contact with her groin the entire way. Which was fine, it was fine, Mal could survive that, at least until the very edge of the blanket got to her groin, stopped, then started dragging back the other way, towards the foot of Mal's bed.
The hot, wet slide was like nothing Mal had experienced before. She couldn't help but twitch and grind against it, rutting forward and gasping the few times her clit accidentally caught against the material. She knew this was a stupid sight, knew this could be an enemy trying to get her at her weakest, maybe make a fool of her, but it felt so good, and she couldn't stop it, couldn't move while it continued sliding and working into her. By the time she surrendered, things changed yet again, the ends of the blanket seemingly picked up by invisible hands and lifted until Mal was hanging on the material like a sort of swing, only it was digging up into her, licking deeper-
And then the fabric started swinging back and forth, leaving Mal no choice but to hold on for the ride. Her spells just seemed to be making things worse, if this was what she'd come to-
There was nothing she could do but try to bear through it.
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She ended up coming two more times before the blanket let go of her, and it was sort of relief when she finally stumbled onto her feet. She turned to glare at the thing, maybe set it on fire, but it seemed to have vanished from her bed entirely, leaving Mal in her new pinup outfit, slick smeared down her inner thighs and entirely oversensitive and spent.
She would have words with Jay later, probably. She wasn't sure how much she wanted to reveal about the fucking sex blanket.
With a sigh, Mal marched off to the bathroom, content to console her woes with a bath.
At least Auradon could offer her that much.
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Endnotes:
This was originally the last part of the trilogy, which is why we have the abrupt shift to Mal's POV. I'm pretty sure I always planned to have Mal mystically connected to the Book of Lust, mostly because it was delightfully absurd ;)
Thanks for the feedback and support, everyone! I was worried about this little chaos gremlin of a story, but the enthusiasm its receive has been a large comfort :) This upcoming Sunday's update is likely going to be far later than it usually is due to scheduling things – I'll try to get it out on that day though, and if it doesn't happen, I'll definitely post it on Monday.
Until next time :)