You gulp at seeing the gun she has on her hip.“Yeah.” you manage. The woman grins.“Don’t look so afraid. I won’t hurt you.” she promises, ...miling.“Are you sure?” you ask warily.“Positive. Do you have a name?” Mystique asks.“Jason Wall.” you respond. Mystique smiles.“Mr. Wall. I believe you have acquired the powers from a ring known as the Enchanter. The ring reacts only to certain DNA, and mine failed, so I set up a base to see who ends up possessing the Enchanter.” Mystique smiles.“Powers?”. My map guided me towards the outside where the slower traffic moved, though even on foot I was faster than many travelers. The inside lanes in both directions often rumbled and shook from huge wheeled and tracked vehicles, some seemingly the size of buildings that even the outer lanes had to get out of the way of. Between me and the inner lanes sometimes marched entire armies. Everything from ultra-modern Buck Rogers types to some looking to have come straight out of ancient Rome. Overhead flew. She slightly parted her thick lips and I immediately brought my tongue out to meet hers. We stood there for a long time, her tits pressed hard against me as our tongues caressed and our lips pressed together. My hands wandered all over her, eventually landing on her fat bubbly arse. "God fucking damn!" I said out loud as I felt how sexy her arse was."what!?" she said in shock whilst looking up at me, "I'm just realising how fucking perfect your whole body is! Before I could only see your sexy. She was an honest and busy little worker. Always smiles and happy to see everyone. A never ending fountain of energy, that one. I noticed something off about her after the Fourth of July. There was that little one tent circus that came to town. Didn’t even know those things even existed anymore. They were all foreigners that ran the thing. They had these dancing Russian bears. The workers all spoke with an accent. They sounded Russian to me, but, I think they said they came from Romania. Or.