She smirked at him. "Heck no! I already spoiled you with too many pop offs last month! That block's staying on till next month, no matter how hard you get! Besides, if I made you pop now, it wouldn't stop the signal, and you'd be tense as ever! In fact, you'd probably feel a sort of post-orgasm torture from it. I used to do that to the boys in college, too, to punish them for cumming. I'd make them blow their load all over themselves, then just blast pure, uncut arousal at them, and they'd cry and writhe and—"
Paul writhed and wailed. "Aaah, stop! Baby, it's getting worse! Please!" His penis was dark red with tension, the veins bulging, his testicles swollen taught. She could see the signals were just relentless, and were still growing in intensity.
"Oh, fine, here," she said, and wiggled her fingers over his organ. "This should ease some of the aching a bit for you. But I love how hard your getting! The lust you're giving off feels so good!" She wasn't wrong. The warm, wonderful energy of male desperation was flooding her body, making her flush with a feeling of happiness and relaxation. She could feel her body tingle, absorbing so much energy from him. She felt herself moisten between her legs, and a tremor of pleasure thrummed through her. As much energy as he was throwing off, if she just let it flow through her, she could easily climax herself, just laying here next to him.
Paul had reached his limit, however. "Rrrrraaah, I can't take it! Please!" He thrashed on the bed, very nearly feel off the side!
"Tough!" she said. She quickly caught him, pulled him back, and pushed him onto his back again. Then, she send a command of magic for his body to freeze in place. Now, all he could do was blink, breathe, and slightly twitch and shiver. Only his cock retained full mobility, jerking and clenching in its mad dance of need.
"Nnn... guh... aaaah!" Unable to speak now, Paul grunted and moaned under the assault on his organ, while Janey just smiled and watched. She reached out and grasped him, feeling the throb of his energy like an electric pulse. The mere touch of her made him edge fiercely, repeatedly, and every one of his edges was like a hard jolt of uncut pleasure running straight through her core. She curled up against him, held his cock tightly in her hand, and bucked against him. It only took a minute before she cried out and shuddered in orgasm, just from pleasure of sensing his torment.
She held on and came thrice more before she finally pulled back and let him go. She sighed with the bliss of pure contentment, looking to the ceiling, one hand on her forehead as she calmed her breathing. Beside her, Paul was in agony, tears rolling down his cheeks. The forceful teasing spells were still going! Even if he could talk, he'd just be babbling at this point.
Janey smiled sympathetically, and kissed his cheek, licking a tear off her lips. She snuggled against him, careful not to touch his cock this time. She let her hands roam elsewhere, petting his body soothingly until she drifted in a heady haze of half-sleep, half-euphoric meditation, soaking in his energy.
Finally, after over an hour, the signals faded, which ever woman broadcast them reigning her energies in. Paul slowly calmed down, and the aura of his need cooled. Janey roused from her daze and frowned. She felt so good, she didn't want it to end. She glanced at Paul's cock, finally starting to return to a "normal" erection, instead of the magical priapism it had been suffering.
She frowned, then reached down, and gave his cock a few quick flicks. As she did so, she jolted his organ with commands to stiffen, returning to the unnatural hardness it had been at. Then, she blew a kiss at it, and her magic surged around his organ. With a precision of years of practice, and the brute force of desire, her phantom blowjob spell sucked his cock in ways no woman was physically capable. Paul let out a choked groan and shuddered as his cock jerked its fruitless dance of denial once more. The energy swelled off him and flooded her with euphoria once more.
Janey turned to her side, then used to her power to command his body to turn with her, spooning against her, clutching her tightly. She made Paul slip his diamond-hard, twitching, teased cock between her thighs, where she trapped it just an inch away from her pussy. Her own organ, still wet with her climaxes, drizzled warm, arousing pulses at him, keeping him ever more agonizingly tense and sensitive, even as her pleasure spell slowly intensified, sucking him into oblivion. As Paul's mind and body fried in his wife's divine sexual hell, Janey chuckled and drifted to back into her blissful trance of pure euphoria, wondering why she didn't do this more often.
