[Chapter 80: Turning Megan's Luck]
Daniel froze for a fraction of a second in surprise, then lowered his head and responded to her kiss.
Megan's lips were softer than he expected, tentative at first -- then bolder when he didn't pull away. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, gripping as if afraid he might change his mind.
Daniel's hands slid from her waist to the curve of her lower back, drawing her closer until there was no space left between them. The oversized shirt she wore shifted beneath his palms, thin cotton doing little to hide the warmth of her skin.
"You were testing me," he murmured against her mouth.
Her breath trembled. "Maybe."
He tilted her chin up, studying her flushed face, the mix of boldness and uncertainty in her eyes.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
Megan swallowed -- but didn't step back. Instead, she leaned in again, kissing him deeper this time. The hesitation melted away as her arms slipped around his neck. When he walked her backward, she went willingly, stopping only when her thighs brushed the edge of the sofa.
Daniel's hands slid up Megan's bare thighs under the oversized shirt, fingertips tracing the damp warmth of her skin where fabric had clung from earlier exertion.
He lifted her easily, setting her on the sofa's arm, standing between her knees. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling his clothed erection firmly against the heat between her thighs. Even through layers of clothing, the friction drew a ragged groan from him as she ground down experimentally.
His mouth moved from hers to her jaw, then lower, leaving a slow trail that made her head fall back. Her breathing grew uneven, chest rising and falling beneath the loose shirt as his left hand explored, while unzipping his pants with his right hand.
"Fuck, you're soaked already," Daniel growled against her neck, dragging his teeth along her pulse point while one finger started moving over the lower lips, then added another finger.
When he withdrew his glistening fingers, she whined at the loss. "Daniel-" Her voice was a breathy whimper, fingers digging into his shoulders.
He silenced her with another kiss, and pushed her towards the sofa. She fell onto the cushions with a gasp, legs splayed, her shirt rucked up to her ribs. The sight of her -- her wet folds, chest heaving -- made his mouth water. Megan's virgin pussy glistened under the dim light, her lips swollen and parted, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. Daniel groaned, spreading her wider with rough hands, then leaned down to lick a slow, wet stripe from her entrance to her clit.
She cried out, back arching off the sofa. "Oh god-!"
He didn't let her adjust. Wrapping his arms under her thighs, he pinned her hips down and devoured her, tongue plunging deep inside before circling her clit in tight, relentless strokes. Megan writhed, her thighs clamping around his head, her moans pitching higher as he sucked her sensitive bud between his lips.
Her orgasm hit suddenly -- a sharp, gasping cry as her cunt clenched around his tongue, wetness flooding his chin. Daniel didn't let up, licking her through it until she sobbed, tugging at his hair.
Panting, Megan stared down at him with dazed eyes. "I-I didn't know it could feel like that..."
Daniel smirked, wiping his mouth before crawling over her, his cock heavy against her stomach. "Then you're gonna love what comes next."
Her breath hitched as he positioned himself at her entrance, the thick head pressing insistently against her tight hole. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside - just an inch - and felt her walls flutter around him, impossibly hot and tight.
Megan whimpered, nails scraping down his back. "It's-it's too much-"
"Shhh." He kissed her throat, rocking deeper, her virgin cunt stretching obscenely around him. "Just relax..."
Then, with one brutal snap of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt.
Megan screamed.
Daniel groaned at the exquisite pressure of her clamping around him, her inner walls pulsing violently as she adjusted to his girth.
"Fuck," he hissed through clenched teeth, hips stuttering. "You're so goddamn tight-"
She was panting, tears in her eyes, but when he withdrew slightly and thrust back in, she arched beneath him with a gasp.
Daniel grinned. "Ready?"
Her shaky nod was all the permission he needed. Gripping her thighs, he fucked her in earnest -- deep, relentless strokes that had her keening beneath him, her breasts bouncing with every snap of his hips. The wet slap of skin echoed through the room as he drove into her, her tight little cunt gripping him like a vice.
Megan's moans grew louder, higher pitched -- her orgasm building again -- and Daniel felt his own release coiling low in his gut.
"Cum with me," he growled, thumb finding her clit and rubbing tight circles.
Megan shattered instantly, back bowing off the couch as she screamed his name, her cunt convulsing around him in rhythmic pulses. The sensation was too much -- Daniel groaned, burying himself to the hilt as his own orgasm ripped through him, hot spurts of cum flooding her tight channel.
Panting, he collapsed atop her, still buried inside as her legs trembled around his waist.
Megan blinked up at him, lips kiss-swollen, her body limp with exhaustion. "So...that's what sex feels like."
Daniel chuckled, nuzzling her throat. "And we're just getting started."
...
After a long, exhausting session, Daniel leaned back against the headboard and said softly, "Speak up -- what is it you want?"
In this world, nothing ever came for free, especially not the first time.
Megan shifted closer, half her body pressing warmly against Daniel's. She met his gaze, her eyes sparkling with quiet hope as she asked, "Someone in the industry said you can actually turn people's luck around. That you even helped someone land a coveted role. Is that true?"
Daniel was unsurprised by the question. Amanda had already mentioned that word of his ability to influence fate was spreading through the industry like wildfire. For ambitious actors, the temptation was irresistible.
Daniel replied coolly, "What if I told you it wasn't true?"
"How could that be?" Megan's disbelief was clear. "If I'd heard that before today, I might have been skeptical. But now? I see just how powerful you are."
Their eyes locked -- hers filled with hope, his calculating. 'It's true,' she seemed to silently plead.
Daniel considered her career prospects carefully. Even without intervention, unless he acted decisively, she was likely to land the female lead in Transformers. He might as well go along with it.
"Alright," he admitted finally, "I do have a certain chance to turn your luck around."
Megan punched the air excitedly. "Then please, turn my luck around!"
Daniel smiled, amused. "Do you know who the last person was to ask me for a luck-turning ritual?"
"Who?" Megan asked eagerly.
"It's kind of inappropriate to say his name. But I can tell you what price he paid."
Her heart skipped a beat. "What price?"
"The minimum was three million dollars. But he didn't settle for that -- he went for the deluxe package."
"Three million dollars?" Megan gasped. "And that's just the minimum?"
Daniel nodded. "Exactly. So, do you think what you've already given is enough?"
Megan fell silent. No matter how confident or arrogant she was, she couldn't imagine one night's offering being worth that astronomical amount.
"I only have a few tens of thousands left," she admitted bitterly.
Suddenly, her eyes darted around. "But the most valuable thing I have is my youth. If I charged a million a year for three years, that'd be three million. That should count, right?"
Daniel blinked in surprise. 'Why is this always the first thing they think of? And always three years? Is that some kind of weird rule?'
Still, he had to admit the proposal was tempting.
Seeing him hesitate, Megan pressed herself closer, her hands starting to wander. She pleaded softly, "Please... just this once..."
Daniel finally relented. "Alright, I agree."
Megan's face lit up. "Thank you, thank you!"
She lowered herself onto him, flooding his lips with kisses. Her body melted against his as her hand slid down to his lower body.
...
The next morning, after the previous night, Megan's body was already aching. But youth was on her side, and she forced herself to move.
Daniel noticed her discomfort but said nothing. "Go make breakfast. I'll prepare the ritual. After breakfast, we start."
Megan's eyes brightened, the pain suddenly seeming more bearable.
While she moved to the kitchen, Daniel pulled out the paperweight. With a subtle gesture, he summoned Flesh-Mangled Face. The grotesque spirit floated away swiftly, carrying out his orders.
...
Around 10 a.m., a ritual similar to the one performed for Robert Downey Jr. began.
After the opening ceremony, Daniel led Megan to the basement door.
Seeing him unlock it, Megan's nerves surged. "Didn't you say it's dangerous down there? You said people could die."
"As long as you don't go in, there's no danger. This is the last step of the ritual. Let's start."
Thinking of her future, Megan gritted her teeth, pushed open the door, shoved the cardboard box inside, and hurried to close it again, as if afraid some monster might crawl out.
In that tense moment, her expression suddenly froze. Her mind reeled with shock: The pain that had plagued her body vanished like smoke. Not only the aches from her first time but even lingering minor ailments simply disappeared.
"This..." Megan looked at Daniel, stunned. "Is this the real luck-turning ritual?"
Daniel smiled faintly. "How does it feel?"
Megan gasped. "It's miraculous. Honestly, it's the first time I've felt anything like this. Damn, you're ridiculously powerful."
With excitement, she threw herself into Daniel's arms, pressing kiss after kiss to his lips.
"Wait a moment..." Daniel pushed her gently away. "Let's finish the business first."
"But didn't you say this was the last step?" Megan pouted.
"The ritual is over, but I still need to clarify your luck."
Megan nodded, her expression turning serious as they both sat down on the sofa.
Daniel began, "Your luck has started to rise after the ritual, but it'll take some time for you to truly become famous. There are some key details you need to know."
"What details?" Megan asked eagerly.
"Transformers," Daniel said bluntly.
Megan's brow furrowed in confusion. "Transformers? Isn't that a cartoon? How would that make me famous?"
Daniel smiled softly. "Can't a cartoon be turned into a movie?"
The words hit Megan like a thunderbolt. After a stunned moment, she jumped up.
"Transformers is going to be made into a live-action movie?"
Daniel, sounding like a mystic, replied, "That's what I saw."
"But there's no news about a live-action Transformers anywhere," Megan protested.
Daniel smiled, saying nothing further.
Megan understood immediately. 'If it wasn't secret, why would I need someone like him?' she thought.
"Oh my God, but that's going to be super hard. How much will it cost?"
"That's not your concern," Daniel replied flatly.
"Right, not my concern," Megan repeated, pacing the room. "So, you want me to get the female lead in this movie and become an overnight sensation?"
"That's right."
"But I..." Megan's confidence wavered.
"You need to believe in yourself -- and in me. You just need your agent to get you an audition; the rest is on me."
"Oh, and I have you." Megan threw herself on Daniel again, tugging at his belt with playful urgency. "With you here, what do I have to worry about?"
"Slow down. You're more eager than I am," Daniel teased.
But Megan didn't stop, her face alight with desire, nearly frantic with anticipation.
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