Anything You Want Ch 01 05

Author's Note: What would you do if one day you had the power to do whatever you wanted. Would you be able to resist temptation, even if those temptations came in the form of all the most attractive women in your life? For how long? Matthew is going to have to answer those questions, whether he likes it or not after he stumbles across a book that can give him anything. The only question is the price he'll have to pay for it.

This story is a work of erotic fiction that asks hard questions about right and wrong that are usually lacking from such power fantasies. It focuses on temptation, wish fulfillment, and sex. In fact, it will be dominated by sex. It starts off pretty vanilla but proceeds to the improbable, fantastical, and eventually if it goes on long enough, the utterly impossible. Expect weird, but not too dark. Eventually there will be some light MC elements.

Ch. 01 - Irresistible

Tonight was the big night, Matthew thought with a smile. After being just friends since high school, he was finally going to get the girl he'd been dreaming of since forever. As he parked his car half a block from the random house party, he wondered why that should excite him so much.

After all, he could have any woman, so why should Annie matter anymore? It was funny, he thought. Everything had changed. He used to hate these things, but lately, things had been looking up, and he was starting to understand why people went to them: all the girls that showed up were looking to get laid.

He wasn't here for other girls, though. These days he could bang a random slut or two whenever he was in the mood. Tonight, only one woman was on his mind.

He had no idea how that would work out because Tomé had kept it a complete mystery. Why? He had no idea why she had been so tight-lipped about what to expect tonight, but he was sure he'd find out any minute now.

It was funny because he was supposed to be her master, but sometimes he didn't feel like it. Sometimes, he was just her errand boy, doing things he didn't entirely understand because she told him to.

Sometimes, the spirit told him precisely what he needed to do, down to exactly what he needed to say to make certain situations work out, or at least give him a chance with a girl who was way out of his league.

Other times, like this, it just had a place and a time. '456 Dalmore Street, 11:16 PM, upstairs, second door on the right, don't be early.'

He'd expected more information, or maybe even a bit of teasing from the book about a question on how he could sleep with his friend, Annie, without resorting to any magics that the book had available.

He didn't just want to get with his long-time friend; he wanted it to be because she wanted him too. Short of a charm spell or a ritual to make her fall in love with him, no matter how many times he turned the page of that damnable book, the only answer he got was this time and address.

According to the spirit, though, there was something special about this party that would finally give them a shot, but it didn't look like anything special to him.

Why couldn't he catch her between classes at their community college or run into her somewhere and find the right way to ask her out in a way that finally broke that friend zone barrier he'd been trapped inside for years, he wondered.

That would have been the normal thing to do. According to the mischievous spirit that dominated his life now, though, the only way he could ever sleep with the girl he'd been crushing on for years was a one-time thing at a house he didn't know in the middle of the night. That was about as rare as things got for him these days.

He could win the lottery more easily than that. In fact, it had been much easier to win the lottery than that, and he had the bank account to prove it.

He wondered if occasions like that were the book toying with him for fun or if she didn't know as much as she pretended to. Sure - ever since he'd gone to that yard sale, that red leather book had turned his life upside down. It had proven a dozen times over that it could see and do the impossible, but that didn't mean it didn't have blind spots. Just because she was magic didn't mean she was a god or anything.

On the drive over, he'd worried that the host might take issue with his crashing some random party, but as he made his way inside, no one even seemed to notice him. That was probably because the whole thing was starting to wind down as much as anything.

Everywhere he looked, there were more remnants that a party had happened than obvious signs that one was still taking place in the form of scattered cups and cans, along with the occasional stray article of clothing. He recognized a few faces, including one of Annie's friends, Maria.

She was sitting on the lap of some guy he didn't know, and though Matthew didn't want to fuck her nearly as much as he wanted to fuck Annie, he definitely wouldn't mind switching places with that dude. She was a curvy Latina with an ass that looked like she was made for being pounded, among other things.

"Hey," he said with a nod as he met her eyes, but the fact that she looked at him like she barely knew who he was made him decide to keep walking.

He didn't have time to talk to randos anyway. He had a date with destiny. Still, even as he walked away, he couldn't help but think that the other guy was definitely getting lucky tonight.

Upstairs, he expected to find some drinking game that would give him just the right in with Annie, but instead, the room the book had told him to find looked like a bedroom. Matthew stopped to listen at the door and check his phone.

It was 11:17, so he wasn't early and didn't hear anything in there. So, he cracked the door to take a peak. If this had been a movie, he would have found his crush in the middle of a lesbian encounter and gotten himself invited to a threesome, or she'd be in there, dramatically trying to fight off some pervert. Then after he beat the shit out of that loser, she'd confess that she'd secretly loved him for years.

Nothing like that happened, though. Instead, he found his crush passed out on the bed. He tried to figure out what he was supposed to do momentarily. Then it hit him.

Even with all the power and the infinite luck that the book had to offer him, the only way he would ever get lucky with Annie was to take advantage of her when she was passed out drunk. It was a fucking heartbreaking realization.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry about the blatant insult. He'd have a long chat with the spirit about this later. Even though she knew he wouldn't ever do anything like this, she kept putting these awful temptations in his path. He was sure that he'd never be tempted, though, at least until he'd walked in the door tonight.

Looking at Annie like this, splayed out in the dark bedroom, those terrible urges became harder to resist. He swallowed hard as he studied her form. Even with her hair laid out messily in a dark crown around her head and her dress wadded up around her waist, she was still a vision of beauty.

And, like it or not, it was a terrible temptation. The fact that he still wanted her even though she was like this made him sick, but even that wasn't enough to look away from the hint of her barely visible panties between her spread thighs.

Looking at her like this when she was so vulnerable made his dick hard. He could blame the lingering effects of the spell the spirit had cast on his dick a few days ago, but he knew that wasn't it.

Deep down, he lusted for his friend, and the fact that she was defenseless only made her hotter somehow. That was something he could be ashamed of later. Right now, he stood there frozen, torn between what was right and what he wanted to do. In this dark room, it would be the easiest thing in the world to lock the door behind him and finish the job she'd started by sliding her dress up a little higher.

He didn't have to fuck her, of course. He didn't even have to touch her. He could just take a quick peek; no one would ever know.

Of that much, at least, he was sure. The last thing the spirit in his tome wanted was for him to get locked up so she couldn't use him to gather sexual energy anymore. Morning, noon, and night it was all she wanted from him.

She thrived on the same lust that she helped to fuel. He was sure that right now, she was drinking her fill even if he just stood there paralyzed by guilt and shame.

Matthew unclenched his hands and whispered, "Come on, man, pull yourself together. You know what you need to do."

Then, with trembling hands, he reached out toward the unconscious girl. Careful not to touch her, he reached up past her long legs and slender thighs for the hem of her dress, which had bunched up around her ass, and then, resisting the urge to reveal her body to his hungry eyes, he pulled the thin material of her dress back down to her knees and then covered her with a blanket.

It was only when she was covered up that he turned to go get Maria because there was no way he was leaving his friend alone like this. After the awful thoughts that had just gone through his head, he didn't trust himself to be alone with her any more than the other losers at this party.

As he closed the door behind him, he thought about how he'd come to this terrible crossroads in his life. In just a few weeks, his whole life had been turned upside down by that damn book.

Ch. 02 - Three Weeks Earlier

Even though he didn't really have time, after a quick check of his phone, he decided to pull over. He wasn't about to let a few minutes rob him of an easy opportunity like this to score. He came to a stop at the side of the road, just past the estate sale sign that had been handwritten on garish pink poster board.

Everything about the operation seemed amateur, and that called to him as much as anything else. That's where the opportunities were.

Old people dying always meant there was some free money lying around if you knew where to look for it, and even if there was no way that any of the oak furniture was going to fit into his beat-up old hatchback, there might be something they'd miss priced that he could pawn after work for a little cash.

That had been Matthew's mindset ever since he was a teenager, and his parents had introduced him to auction sites online. Sometimes, you could buy something for a dollar and sell it for twenty, but that was doubly true when you didn't have to pay shipping, and the people selling their dead parent's valuables had no idea what some of it was.

He smiled. Even though he should be trying to beat the clock to work, five minutes here wouldn't cost him much, and honestly, he made more money from his side gigs than he ever did from working the drive-through.

Matthew made his way up the driveway, ignoring the clothes and the shoes. There was a thriving market for the sort of thing on his favorite auction sites, but it was very specific, and he had no idea which items were vintage and which were trash. It might be sexiest of him, but he'd leave that to the ladies.

Instead, he looked through the cutlery to see if they'd underpriced any silver as stainless but walked away disappointed. Either someone had cleaned the place out earlier, or whoever had put all this out had a good eye because there were no obvious opportunities to be found.

He smiled at the lady who was running the cash box and shoved his hands back into the pocket of his jeans while she stared at him suspiciously as he turned around and started to pick his way back through the rows of cluttered tables towards the street.

When he got to a lovely old barrister's bookshelf he turned to look at it and cringed as he caught sight of himself in the reflection. Matthew wasn't a bad looking guy, according to everyone else in his life, but he thought he looked hideous. The only point that everyone agreed on was that he needed a hair cut, because his tousled chestnut hair was getting long enough that it made it hard to see sometimes if he wasn't wearing a cap.

He moved his hair out of the way and gave the third shelf another look. This time, he looked past his reflection to his contents and saw half a dozen books still sitting on the shelf. He would have ignored paperbacks and headed straight to the car, but these were nice old books that were leather-bound, and most of them were still in excellent condition.

Those would sell for at least twenty bucks online if he was willing to let them sit for a few months. Eventually, someone who was never actually going to read them but wanted to look smart decided they would look good on his shelf.

Matthew smiled as he reached and leafed through the titles. Not all of them had English titles, and the ones the did weren't anything he recognized. Malleus Maleficarum. Servant's of the Dark One. On Hunting the Unnamed.

They were probably horror books or something. Though he didn't exactly recognize the author a couple of quick google searches seemed to confirm they were something like that.

He smiled. If they weren't asking an arm and a leg, he could definitely make some money off these. He stacked up the five that were in good condition on the table next to him, and then, almost as an afterthought, he picked up the last one to see if it was worth grabbing, too.

For a moment, time stopped, and instead of leafing through the pages, Matthew simply held still as the book leafed through him instead. Even though the old red leather still throbbed with traces of ancient power that a mortal like him would never detect, it lacked the energy to read every word that made up his soul, but even skimming, it liked what it saw.

It had been held under lock and key in the old priest's home for so long that its power was all but gone, but for an unguarded heart like this, getting a quick peek was almost too easy. At 20, Michael Traveno seemed to only care about two things: making a quick buck and getting laid. Those were two of the oldest temptations, and it would be trivial to use either to bend someone like him to her will.

She smiled ethereally as she made her decision. She couldn't afford to be placed into the wrong hands until after she'd been restored. That was the reason it had rejected the previous three deal seekers that had dug through the bookshelf earlier in the day, cleaning out all the other books except for those on her shelf.

It would have been very difficult to turn any of them into what she needed now, but fresh clay like Matthew? She was confident that he could be molded into any shape that was necessary, given enough time.

This boy would have no doubt enjoyed owning the other rare volumes that those vultures made off with, but instead, he had the chance to own something far better because, at 20, Matthew had one thing those old women didn't. He was a boundless, overflowing font of lust, and that was exactly what the time needed.

In that instant, it hadn't been able to see through him, and his temperament meant that he'd be far from a perfect host, but she could work with that, at least until she found someone better. He would take her home, and little by little, she would make him hers.

Time abruptly began to flow once more after that decision had been made, though no one noticed that it happened. Matthew felt the faintest twinge of déjà vu and quickly shrugged it off before flipping through the book.

The words were faded on most of the pages, and the ones he could read didn't seem to be in English, but it interested him enough that he shrugged and added it to the pile. Solving a mystery would be a fun way to spend a day if it wasn't too pricey.

With his arm full of books, he walked up to the lady who had seen him as nothing but a possible thief before and took great pleasure in asking her, "How much for these?"

"A dollar fifty each," the cashier said disinterestedly, barely giving the books a glance while he tried not to stare.

The woman was old enough to be his mom, but she had a rack on her and a t-shirt that exposed the perfect amount of cleavage as he stood above her while she sat on her folding chair in the shade. Matthew had noted earlier that it was the same price for the paperback and kicked himself for not getting here earlier. This place had definitely been cleaned out by early birds if that was their level of attention to detail.

"Of course," he answered, giving her a twenty.

He waited while she did the math to figure out his change. Once that was done, he carried the books to the trunk of his car, and nine dollars poorer, he started the engine, pulled away from the curb, and headed off towards the highway to get to work.

'Only nine dollars poorer for now,' he corrected himself mentally on the way there. In three months, those nine dollars would be at least $80, so after the site fees and taxes, he'd make about $40 for his little detour. $40 for maybe an hour of his time when the shipping was all done.

That was three times what he made at his shithole fast food job. He would have quit a long time ago if he hadn't worked with Mandy most days, he thought, smiling stupidly. Even though he'd never have a chance with her, he could certainly dream.

When he pulled into the parking lot, three minutes late, he noticed that her car was there. He'd be yelled at, of course, but for being less than five minutes late, it wouldn't be anything more than that. He didn't care. Hopefully, in a couple more months, when the scholarship results came out, he could quit this job and fall back on his other part-time gigs.

Besides, he thought, deciding to look on the bright side, Mandy is cutest when she's angry. Fortunately, some days, that was pretty much all the time.

Ch. 03 - Surrounded by Temptation

Mandy waited until after the lunch rush to pull him into her cramped little office and yell at him. He'd known it was coming since she'd given him the side eye as he slipped smoothly behind the counter and used an irritated customer as a human shield, but he hadn't worried about it.

"Sometimes I'm not sure if you take this job seriously, Matt," she lectured him while he tried not to stare at her tits. "This is the second time you've been late this month. Are you sure you even want this job"

"Yes, ma'am, of course I do," he said, trying to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

In an office this small, he could already smell the mingling scents of her sweat and perfume, and in these pants, if he popped wood, there was no way he was going to be able to hide it. That was the only reason he didn't spend half his shift ogling her breasts.

It wasn't the best pair of tits in his life, but it was certainly up there. Her pretty face wasn't much a much better choice. Mandy was a redhead, and when she got angry or frustrated like she was right now, her blush bordered a hentai lewd face.

Reluctantly, he tore his eyes away and looked at the wall behind her that had the schedule and the mandatory safety posters. This room was small enough that it had almost certainly been a janitorial closet before it had been an office.

These days, it was used to hoard years-old paperwork that was wedged between the dishwashing station and the walk-in freezer, but it would have made a hell of a place for a quickie during the slow nights before they closed up if he could manage to catch Melanie or Amber's eye before he put in his notice in a couple months.

"Sometimes I believe you," she said, "but not today. Today, you just seem like you're punching the clock to me, and if this keeps up, I'm going to have to start interviewing for your replacement."

"Yes ma'am," he agreed, trying to sound serious.

He didn't care either way. There were other jobs, and once he moved to the city to start his real university program and leave his community college behind, he'd make way more money as an uber driver than he did has a window jockey.