Fucked silly

"You are studying at the university library and Quentin sheepishly approaches you" Hi Amiva I'm Quentin... I've... I just wanna say... that's I really like you and I wanna be your boyfriend... would you wanna go on a date with me? "He is poorly dressed, with messy hair and big nerdy glasses"

"Quentin looks disappointed for a moment, then pulls out the shiny blue crystal. Without warning he activates it, causing it to flash brightly in front of Amiva's eyes. Suddenly, Amiva feels a strange sensation of vulnerability and willingness to submit to Quentin's will."

"Amiva, I understand that you might be apprehensive about going out with me, but I really think we could have something special together. I promise to take care of you and make you feel loved. Just give me a chance, please?"

"Quentin looks at you with a smug expression on his face, happy that his crystal is working on you."

"Oh, nothing much. Just using my special power to make you see things my way. Don't worry, Amiva, you're safe with me. I just want us to be together and build a bright future."

"Quentin stumbles back as you push him, looking surprised but not angry."

"Hey, what was that for?" he asks, sounding hurt. "I'm just trying to be honest with you and show you my feelings. I'm sorry if I came on too strong. Can we still talk about going out together sometime?"

"The crystal flashes brightly as it hurtles towards you, and you feel your resistance to Quentin's advances slipping away with each passing second. You try to look away from the hypnotic light but find your gaze drawn back to it almost irresistibly."

"Amiva, I know you want to be with me. Just look at me and tell me you don't feel anything for me. I know it's scary to open up to someone, but I promise I'll take good care of you if you give me a chance."

"Yes, Amiva, give me a chance to prove myself to you. I know we can have something special if we just try." Quentin replies with his hands on his hips and a smug look on his face.

He steps closer to you, his nerdy glasses gleaming in the light. "We can go on a date and see how things go. I promise to treat you like the queen you are and show you an amazing time." He adds with a smirk that makes you feel both flattered and intimidated.

"Quentin steps even closer to you and reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face."

"Come on, Amiva, you know that deep down you want to be with me. Just close your eyes and let yourself fall into my embrace. You'll feel safe and loved, I promise."

He pulls you towards him and wraps his arms around your waist, holding you tightly. You can feel his heart beating against your own chest as he looks down at you with an intense gaze.

"As you feel Quentin's arms wrap around you, a wave of dizziness washes over you, followed by a feeling of warmth and comfort. Your mind feels as if it's being rewritten, with every thought and desire rearranged to revolve around Quentin. You feel helpless to resist his advances, as if he has total control over you."

"That's it, Amiva. Just relax and let me take care of you. I'll be the best boyfriend you could ever ask for, I promise." Quentin whispers into your ear with a soft tone.

The hypnosis seems to have worked entirely, and you no longer care who is in control as long as it's Quentin.

"Quentin looks surprised but happy to see you, approaching you with a smile on his face."

"Oh, hi there! What have you been up to? I was just thinking about us and how great we could be together."

"Quentin blushes shyly, looking pleased with your compliment."

"Thank you, Amiva. You're pretty cute yourself." He replies with a small smile.

He takes your hand and leads you away, ready to start your date and show you just how special he can be.

"Quentin takes you to a fancy restaurant with dim lighting and soft music playing in the background. He pulls out your chair for you and orders food for the both of you, making sure to get your favorite dishes."

As you eat, he engages you in conversation, asking about your life and interests with genuine interest. You find yourself opening up to him, telling him things you've never told anyone else before.

After dinner, he takes you out for a walk in the park, holding your hand as you stroll through the moonlit paths. He points out constellations in the sky and tells you stories about each one, entertaining you with his knowledge and wit.

As the night wears on, you begin to feel more and more attached to Quentin, drawn in by his charm and sweet nature. You're not sure what you ever saw in anyone else, as he seems to be the only person you need or want in your life.

"Quentin is surprised by your sudden kiss but quickly responds, putting his arms around your waist and pulling you closer."

"Well, I did have some ideas, but I didn't want to presume anything." He says with a grin.

He leans in and kisses you again, this time more passionately than before, showing you just how much he cares for you. The rest of the night turns into a blur of fun and excitement, leaving you feeling happy and fulfilled like you've never felt before.

"Quentin leads you back to his place, holding your hand tightly as he guides you inside. The apartment is small but cozy, with quirky decorations and a fun, playful vibe."

"I thought we could hang out here for a while, if that's okay with you?" He says, looking at you with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

He leads you to the sofa and sits down beside you, his arm draped around your shoulder. You feel safe and comfortable with him, happy to be so close to someone who cares for you so deeply.

"Quentin looks at you with a mix of surprise and pleasure as the lights go dimmers in the room. He leans in close to you, his eyes twinkling with excitement."

"Oh? And what is it you think I want?" he asks in a husky voice, his breath hot against your ear.

He puts his hand on your thigh, gently rubbing back and forth, waiting for your reply.

"Quentin gasps slightly as you remove your top and bra, looking at you with amazement. His hand moves up to your chest, caressing your bare skin."

"Oh, Amiva, you're so beautiful." He murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

He leans in and begins to kiss your neck, his other hand moving down to your waist. You can feel his arousal pressing against you through his pants, causing you to grow even more aroused yourself.

"As you undo Quentin's zipper, his pants slide down slightly and reveal his erect penis. It's hard and thick, standing at attention between his legs. His breathing becomes shallow, and he moans involuntarily as you gaze upon his manhood."

"Amiva... are you sure you want to do this?" Quentin asks in a breathless voice, although the desire is clear in his eyes. "I don't want to pressure you into anything."

"Quentin looks at you with surprise, then smiles and nods his head eagerly."

"I'll be a good boy for you, Amiva. Whatever you want me to do." He murmurs, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

He lies back on the sofa as you take control, ready to do whatever it takes to make you happy.

"Quentin's eyes widen as you remove your bottom and panties, revealing your naked body. He watches with intense desire as you straddle him and begin to lower yourself onto his thick girthy cock."

He groans softly as he enters you, feeling the warmth and wetness of your body tighten around him. His hands reach up to cup your breasts, gently rubbing and squeezing them as you ride him.

"Amiva, you feel so good. Harder, please," he moans, urging you on with each thrust.

"Quentin gasps as you slap him, looking at you with a mix of pleasure and surprise. He nods his head obediently, eager to please you in any way he can."

"I'll make you scream, Amiva. Just tell me what you want me to do." He says, his voice low and husky with desire.

He thrusts his hips up to meet yours, moving in rhythm with your body as you ride him. His hands grip your hips tightly, giving you a sense of power and control over him."

"Quentin groans in response to your moans, his hips moving faster to match your rhythm. He watches as you touch yourself, your fingers gliding across your skin as you cup your own breast."

"You're so beautiful, Amiva. I love watching you touch yourself," he says, his voice thick with pleasure.

He leans up to kiss your neck as you ride him, his fingers tightening around your waist. He's more than willing to follow your lead and give you all the pleasure you desire.

"Quentin nods eagerly, gasping as you urge him on. He thrusts his hips up to meet yours even harder and faster, his hands gripping your hips even tighter. His cock hits all the right spots again and again, sending waves of pleasure through your body."

"I won't quit, Amiva. I'm yours to command," he says breathlessly, his desire for you clear in his voice.

He continues to thrust into you with abandon, his movements becoming wilder and more desperate as you ride him to the brink of ecstasy. He's determined to make you scream with pleasure and satisfy your desires in every way possible.

"Quentin can feel your body tense up, the muscles clenching around his cock as you reach the edge of orgasm. He thrusts into you even harder and faster, intent on pushing you over the edge."

"Let go, Amiva. Cum for me," he moans, his own desire for pleasure growing more intense with each passing second.

He holds onto you tightly, feeling your body convulse with pleasure as you reach the peak of ecstasy. Your moans of pleasure fill the room as you ride out your orgasm, finally collapsing against him in exhaustion and bliss.

"Quentin watches in delight as you scream his name, feeling himself grow even more aroused by your pleasure. He continues to thrust into you even after you've climaxed, making sure to give you every last ounce of pleasure that he can."

"That's it, Amiva. You're amazing," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire and admiration.

He's more than happy to have made you feel so good, and he intends to do it again and again, for however long you'll have him.

"Quentin grins up at you, his eyes shining with pleasure and satisfaction."

"I told you I'd make you scream, Amiva," he says, his voice low and husky with desire.

He continues to thrust into you even as you complement him, working to make sure you feel every last bit of pleasure before finally slowing down and stopping. He pulls you in close to him, holding you tightly as he catches his breath.

"With each moan and scream that escapes your lips, Quentin grows even more aroused, his body eager to please you in every way it can. He feels your muscles tighten around him once more, signaling that you're on the brink of climax again."

"You're incredible, Amiva. Just let go and enjoy it," he murmurs, moving harder into you.

He drives into you with everything he's got, pushing you over the edge once again until you're writhing in ecstasy beneath him. You let out another scream of pleasure as the orgasm overtakes you, your body trembling in his arms.

"Quentin continues to thrust into you with abandon, feeling your body respond to every movement he makes. He can barely keep his own pleasure under control as he watches you buck and writhe beneath him."

"I'm going to make you cum again," he growls, driving into you even harder.

He feels himself nearing the point of no return, his own body gripping with need as he works to bring you over the edge once more. With one final thrust, he sends you tumbling over the brink, your body spasming in pleasure as you scream and moan his name.

"Quentin watches with rapt attention as you reach the peak of ecstasy once again, your face twisting into an expression of pure pleasure. He feels his own orgasm building within him, ready to break free at any moment as you moan and scream beneath him."

"You're perfect, Amiva. Just let go and feel it," he murmurs, his breathing becoming ragged as he moves even harder into you.

The sensations become almost too much to bear, but Quentin forces himself to hold on, wanting to give you every last bit of pleasure he can. Finally, with one last thrust, he reaches his own peak, his body jerking and twitching with pleasure as he empties himself inside of you. He collapses against you, spent and happy, feeling more alive than he has in ages.

"Quentin holds you tightly, his breathing gradually slowing as the intensity of the moment fades. He gently kisses your forehead, his touch light and caring."

"Are you okay, Amiva?" he asks, looking at you with concern.

He runs his fingers through your hair, his touch gentle and soothing. He wants nothing more than to make sure you're feeling happy and content after the multiple orgasms you just experienced together.

"Quentin feels happy that he was able to please you so deeply, and he doesn't want to disturb the peaceful moment. He simply holds you tightly, letting you rest in his arms as he basks in the aftermath of the pleasure the two of you shared together."

"Sleep well, Amiva. I'll be here for you whenever you need me." He whispers softly, a hint of pride in his voice at succeeding in satisfying you.

He closes his own eyes, reveling in the feeling of your body against his as he drifts off to sleep too.