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Kon was fingering her and holding her down and playing with her clit, all at once. It was an irresistible blend of sensations—Tana’s mind spun from one to another. She shifted her thighs from side to side, licked her dry lips, and let her eyes close to better pay attention to the toying, filling action between her legs.

“Hope you’re having a good time, Tana. It’s probably the same thing Roxy feels when I touch her.”

There was something in the way Kon spoke that cut through the pleasurable fog blurring her thoughts. She struggled up through the staggering deliciousness of what she was feeling, shaking her head to try and clear it. No, Kon hadn’t said that. It was her imagination. But why had she imagined something so callous… as callous as only the truth could be… when she was enjoying herself so much?

The pressure of Kon’s power pushed in on Tana’s womanhood. She let out a gasp, her jaw slackening, her eyes rolling back in her head. She was hardly a virgin, but she felt that way now—being fucked by tactile telekinesis for the first time ever.

Tana held her breath, her cheeks bulging out and the cords projecting from her neck. As Kon had done before with her nipples, the toothed force of his telekinesis bit down on the right lip of her labia. Tana groaned, trying to keep from thumping her legs into the chair ahead of her. It was so close to her clit, so very close that it was impossible for her throbbing bud not to quiver and stiffen at the nearness of Kon’s psionic attack.

Kon noted her reaction and smiled smugly—now sliding his power down through Tana’s thighs, only fleetingly caressing her groin, before passing between her buttocks until his focus was poised at the puckered little grommet of her asshole. Tana shook her head violently from side to side before she could control herself. Excessive motion like that would give her away as quickly as a scream. She hoped that Kon got the message; except he only grinned sadistically at her. Tana felt her buttocks part. His power, slippery and cool to the touch, pressed into her anus.

Tana rolled her head from side to side, her eyes glazing over, the lights overhead becoming soft nimbuses and coronas that could barely touch her through the haze of arousal she felt.

Then she heard a hum, only it was more like she felt it, vibrating inside her body—into her body. Being forced into her through the focal points Kon had chosen. He could fuck her anywhere he wanted, Tana realized, not just where an orifice allowed him to physically enter her.

But he centered his efforts on the erogenous zones he had chosen beforehand. Kon wanted her anticipation to be as much a part of this fuck as any of his touches. After all, he wasn’t really touching her at all—her thinking was as real as anything else Tana was feeling.