Eros Ch. 11bykotochaos©
Chapter Eleven: Conquest
It was dinner time at the Kernberry's house. Normally that meant everyone gathered around and shared their day's events in a calm and polite manner. No harsh language, no loud chewing, and no raised voices were permitted in the Kernberry house.
Ambrosine was there to visit her family for that particular meal. She got out of classes early and returned on that particular Friday to see her family, as she always did. She did not have many friends at college, and it was due to her strict upbringing. No men were permitted to get very close to her, and no women had the desire to hear her preach on and on about religion and morality.
Normally Arthur Kernberry was the leader of the conversation. He was a tall, thin man with a thick black beard that was graying on the edges. He dressed in conservative brown button up shirts and jeans. Being a preacher he did not want anything that would ruin his image of the image of his family. Image was everything, which was why he insisted that the women of his house towed the line. Neither dressed nor thought out of line. It was almost like he had them held in a form of mind-control.
That was what concerned Ambrosine so much about that particular meal. Not only was it subpar by her mother's usual standards, but her mother had a look on her face of sinful delight. Martha Kernberry, mother of Ambrosine Kernberry and wife of Arthur Kernberry, did not little more than pick at her food during that meal. Most of her time was spent with a dreamy gaze to the sky. This was a drastic change from her normally very tense behavior.
Ambrosine sipped her soup silently and watched the events played out. She dare not speak with out being spoken to. That was poor etiquette for a female. She was supposed to be quiet, sophisticated, and responsive, but not asserted in the least.
Normally her mother was the perfect example of this. She was witty and well-liked, but did not pursue others. That was not the way of a lady. So the sight of her mother leaning on one hand and staring off dreamily into space was strange to say the least. Ambrosine even found herself feeling somewhat envious, but she quickly reminded herself that envy was a sin.
Arthur Kernberry ate bitterly. His wife's arm on the table ruined a perfect picture. His daughter, the image of perfection under God, sat quietly, speaking only when spoken to and sipping on her soup like a sweetheart. His wife's unintentionally negligence of all who surrounded her left him in a sour mood.
"How was your day, Martha," Arthur asked his wife in an even tone.
She didn't respond. A lazy smile sat on her face as she stared into space at some strange distraction. She was blushing and had no interest in her food. She looked like a contented strumpet, and Arthur seethed at the sight.
Ambrosine ceased eating. She glanced between her two parents, and she noted her father's anger as well as her mother's ignorance.
Arthur tightened his fists to white knuckled anger. He glared at his wife. Watching, Ambrosine gritted her teeth, expecting a coming explosion of rage. He wouldn't dare hit her mother, no, that was not the way of the gentleman. Instead he would shout. He would repeat the scriptures and harass his wife into compliance. All happiness in her mother's features would fade away and everything would return to being sterile and controlled.
For a moment Ambrosine thought things were better for her mother with the happiness. She resented her father briefly, but caught herself. Resentment was a form of wrath and wrath was, of course, a sin. She checked her guilty, punishable emotions and reminded herself that her father was in the right.
Martha was unaware of the whole problem. She was too busy dreaming of her meeting with the mysterious man from days before. On that day she was liberated. She no longer cared for the sterility of her former life and realized the mistakes she had made. From that day forward she dedicated herself to building a new way of life, one which was happier and brought her to a better ending.
After the big initiation ceremony Jack went to his room and slept for eleven hours. He woke to a huge, aching erection. Even after all that sleep he felt exhausted. Sitting up, he stared at his cock with apprehension. Despite all the pleasure he got from the damn thing, sometimes he wished it were back to normal.
He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Then he got out of bed and stretched, limbering his muscles. He had to be ready for the day, and based on his status as a sex God, he had to be ready for a full schedule of vigorous fucking.
Once stretched up, he grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom for a shower. He still smelled like sex after the night's events, and he needed to be squeaky clean and nice looking for what he had planned that Sunday.
Jack set his towel on the sink counter and turned on the shower to let it warm up. As he did this the door slid open, and Jessica entered the bathroom. She was dressed only in a pair of panties, and her breasts jiggled as she stepped toward him. She smiled at him and his stiff cock. The two kissed lightly.
"Looks like you woke up in a good mood," she said happily as she stared at his penis.
"This is not for you yet, so you'd best run along.
Jessica pouted at her master. "Why do you think I came here for your cock?"
"Because you're always after my cock, munchkin."
Jessica wagged her finger at her master. "First off, I blame that on you. I wasn't so horny until the day you made me your slut, mister. Secondly, I only came in here to help you wash up."
Jack cast a doubtful look on her. He peered into her soul and was surprised to find that she was completely sincere.
"You're my God, bubba. I want to worship you in whatever way possible. So, if it would please you, I would like to wash your back and get you all squeaky clean."
Jack smiled at his sister. He realized how honest and devoted she was to his cause and accepted her. She had completely taken up her role, fulfilling it above and beyond the call, and she deserved a reward. He nodded at her. "Get those panties off and get in the shower," he said, "But no fucking."
"That's fine with me," she said as she stripped off her panties. "I just want to be with you, master!"
The shower was nice. His sister did as she was told and didn't try to be sexual with him. She merely washed his back with loving care, and then let him wash her back. It was a wonderful, affection filled experience with nothing sexual about it.
Of course, due to the size of Jack's cock, he did poke her every once in a while, but he was proud that they were able to maintain control. Every once in a while they would kiss or press their bodies together, but it progressed no further.
After his shower Jack decided it was time to get to work. That is, if what he had planned for that day would be considered work. For his Sunday he had two major chores to attend to. First was the further acquisition of Ambrosine, who was home for the weekend. The second was his father.
He dressed himself in a simple outfit, a pair of loose jeans, a green t-shirt, and a red hoodie. With the hood flipped up, he slipped out of his house unnoticed. Autumn was settling in quickly. The trees were turning colors, turning the neighborhood into a tapestry of Earth tones. His house was decorated for Halloween, as was every house on the block other than the Kernberry house.
All of the planning for the Kernberry's seemed to be useless. Jack didn't possess patient enough to wait for the slow process to go through. The fence was a bust, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. It was Sunday and church would've just gotten out. That left the women home alone while the man of the house was still at work. It also meant that it was the perfect time for Jack to strike.
With the tomatoes in the house Jack already had a foot in. He could only imagine the sexual frustration both Ambrosine and her mother were feeling. Just one bite of the mystery vegetables, and they would be left craving a man they didn't even know.
That meant that Jack merely had to go over and let his presence be known. He imagined that each woman was driven wild with desire. They would be his for the picking, and his little harem would expand by two before the day was even over. Hell, he figured little Ambrosine would even offer herself over to him for a sweet release.
He stepped onto their small porch and stopped before their door. Their house was painted a sick pea green color. Four large, square pillars held the canopy up above him. Two chairs and a long swing chair sat to the right of him.
Jack stepped up to the door and rapped twice. A very sweet, yet stern voice said, "Coming." Someone scurried to the door and opened it for him.
Mrs.Kernberry stood before Jack. She was looking fairly attractive on that day. Her small breasts and average frame were draped in an absolutely gorgeous sundress which was blue and white with little silver crisscrosses. Her glasses were perfectly placed on the center of her face, while her caramel locks were teased into subtle curls.
To his surprise she looked absolutely delighted to see him. She swept her arms wide and said, "Oh, Jack, do come in!"
Jack couldn't move or think clearly when he saw Mrs. Kernberry. She was completely oozing sex. It was obvious that she had recently eaten on of his tomatoes, and she was more than ready to give herself to him. If he wanted, he could've thrown her down and fucked her on the floor. Internally, he wondered if she realized it was him whom she had serviced only days before.
Reverie broken, he shook his head at her. "No, thank you. I'd actually like to see your daughter if you wouldn't mind. I'd like to ask her about the college she goes to."
Mrs. Kernberry was shocked with this revelation on two accounts. The first was that Jack had never spoken with her daughter. The two had never been friends, nor had they ever spoken in all the years that the families leaved next to one another. They were very different people, completely separated by religion, interests, and class.
To the Kernberry family, the Hillton family was wild and obnoxious. They were little more than an eye-sore. On the other side of the coin, the Hillton family saw the Kernberry family as joy-kills and snobbish. To them, the Kernberrys were too busy preaching to realize what they were missing out on.
Furthermore, the mere suspicion of the youngest son, Jack, to ask about college was a delightful joke. From what she knew only two of the Hillton children were in college, and it was a financial strain on the family until their father landed that new job. The rest of the family was all a bunch of college drop outs.
Jack had actually dropped out of college from what the rumors said. She remembered him being a fairly bright boy, but in second grade it was hard to know those things. So when he asked her if he could speak with her precious, brilliant Ambrosine, Mrs. Kernberry was truly shocked by his misplaced curiosity.
Despite the discrepancies she found with the situation, it was still a real fact that he stood at her door step, asking to see her daughter. He even said it with a straight face, and he looked in the eyes as she spoke. His lips, so delicate and full like a woman's, curved into a soft, reassuring smile, and she could smell his scent from the door way. It was a mixture of soap and musk.
She felt her vagina convulse suddenly. Lubrication lined her inner walls. She was overcome with a sudden feeling of want, and she imagined him with the mystery dick that she found so enticing. The new and improved Jack, with his new cock attached, threw her down on the floor, hiked up her flimsy little sundress and drove himself deeply inside of her.
She shouted and whined, she pleaded with him to stop, and she complained that he was just too big. No matter what she said he wouldn't stop. Finally, she submitted to him and got the fucking that she deserved. All of this said and done, she admitted to being his slut.
"Mrs. Kernberry," Jack said inquiringly.
She awoke from her fantasy to find him staring at her. He had a knowing look in his eyes. It was almost as if he could read her mind. She blushed and laughed nervously. "Right, right, I'll go get her for you. Wait here, please," she said, and she rushed into the house's interior.
Jack leaned against one of the posts and waited outside with his eyes closed. With his mind he reached out, allowing it a chance to wander. He tried to feel his way around the neighborhood, seeing if he could pinpoint his women and feel them out. He easily found his sisters, both of whom were very loyal to him. He also found his grandmother, who was furiously finger fucking herself to the thought of him, and his mother, who was trying ignore her husband's inane rambling.
With effort he was able to find Mrs. Kernberry. Her mind was rushing from one point to another. Mentally she was moving through the house, imagining Jack fucking her in almost every room in the house.
She moved up the stairs and went through a scenario where Jack took her on the stairway. Then she imagined him pushing her p against a wall, penetrating her deeply, or fucking her against the doorway to her daughter's room.
Finally she entered the room and spoke with her daughter. As they spoke Mrs. Kernberry imagined Jack fucking her deeply in front of her own daughter, and she nearly came from the thought of it.
Inside of the room Jack tried to branch out and reach into Ambrosine's mind. He was quickly shut out. Suddenly he found himself inside of his own body, staring at the house across the street.
Both of his sisters had strong wills, but it seemed that they were still the daughters of Victoria. That meant that they both sought to be dominated by a young, virile stud. Ambrosine was different. She may have the same desires, but her will was strong and her intellect was vast. Both things gave her great resistance to Jack's control.
Jack turned around and waited for Ambrosine to come down. The door opened, revealing Ambrosine's beauty to him. She looked wonderful. Her long, honey blonde hair was tied into a high ponytail. It swished as she came through the door way. Her skin was perfectly smooth and accentuated by only a light amount of make-up. She had teal eyes which deep like his that were also large and expressive. Dark brows framed those eyes, and full red lips were straight-laced and apprehensive.
She was wearing a light sweater that hugged her torso and jeans. She had a nice body, which wasn't toned like his mother's but kept in shape. Her breasts were large, especially for her small frame, and she had very large hips. Those hips were wide enough to give her a fuller butt, which seemed somewhat out of place on her tiny body. Large hoop earrings hung from her ears and gleamed in the mid-day light.
"Jack?" She said his name as if it were a question and rightly so. They had never really spoken. Even in high school he showed no interest in her. To see him at her front door was certainly a shock.
"Hi, Ambrosine. Can we talk for a moment," he asked with a smile.
She stepped out and closed the door. Her face was flushed, and she seemed nervous around him. She had obviously eaten one of the tomatoes.
Jack caught a glimpse of Ambrosine's mother peaking through the windows. She watched the two of them, more specifically him. He returned his attention to the lovely Ambrosine, who looked rather strange to him. His memories of her were pristine and perfect, with out a hair out of place.
The Ambrosine that stood before him was sick with arousal. She swayed her hips and looked at him with a hint of longing. Despite this she still fought his invading mind. He could get nowhere in the labyrinth that made up her psyche, no matter how hard he tried.
"What did you need," Ambrosine asked impatiently.
"I wanted to come over and talked to you," he said vaguely and turned his mental link off. He felt as if he had made some headway, but he wasn't sure how.
"I assumed as much," she said casually, pressuring him to continue. She felt uncomfortable in his presence. His stare felt like he was trying to borough into her head. Beyond that, she also felt hot and aroused in his presence, like the produce his grandmother had given her family. It was a powerful feeling, one which was unforgettable and completely addictive. She liked it, but she hated how much she liked it.
"It's about the college you're going to," he said, and he paused. He wasn't sure where to go from there. All he could think of was that once he got a hold of her, he was going to make her worship his dick more than any woman before her. She was going to be his most difficult conquest yet.
She stood there, wondering why he was so awkward. If he had something to say to her, she wished he could just say it. That is, she thought that until their eyes met. Then she felt eclipsed.
Jack blanked upon eye contact. His whole subconscious was swallowed up, eaten by hers. He sat inside of her mind, his whole body made of pale light. All around him light shimmered in the form of a field of flowers. The sky had a hazy pink glow to it, and it looked like the glow was being held at bay by something.
He looked around. The flowers were all yellow, with six petals each. He wandered through the field, looking at all the flowers, until he found a pink one that stuck out. It wasn't like the other flowers; it was shaped like a rose. He grabbed it and felt his finger prick. He retreated from the flower, and examined his finger.
Blood beaded from the wound, and then dripped off. It hit one of the yellow flowers, which was stained by his blood. Another drop hit the soil. The flowers in his proximity turned pink. Each droplet of blood stained the yellow flowers pink.
Ambrosine saw Jack blink, and then blinked herself. They had both dazed off, lost in some sort of strange reverie. When she returned she found herself comfortable around Jack. She was more willing to wait on him and speak with him. It was almost like they had always been life-long friends, not mere acquaintances.
"Are you okay, Jack?" Ambrosine's tone was filled with genuine concerned.
Jack shook his head clear of that fake world. He wasn't sure what had happened, but he had somehow made progress with out trying. It wasn't anywhere close to enough control to conquer her, but he was closer. He did his best to smile a normal smile and said, "Yeah, sorry. Can we go back to my place? I want to show you something and get your opinion on it."
She felt suddenly uneasy. Her stomach did flip-flops as he looked at her. Jack looked at her face, down her neck, at her breasts, down her stomach, and to her crotch. He was appraising her, and the attention made her a mixture of uncomfortable and highly aroused.
When their eyes made contact again she felt like he approved of her. A sudden jolt of pride hit her. His approval made her happy, and she was so happy and proud that she had to remind herself that vanity is a sin.
With some trepidation she agreed. Jack led him to the house and through the living room. The rest of the family gathered, all of them staring curiously at the new visitor. His mother and two sisters looked at her strangely. It was like they knew something that she didn't, and his father just seemed baffled by her appearance.
Jack led her down the hallway to his room. It was smaller than she had expected, and it was very messy. Clothes of all sorts were strewn about. The walls were lined with posters of video games and movies. He had a computer set up in one corner, and a television with a video game system hooked up across the room. Near the window is where his bed sat, and it was just as messy as the rest of his room.