Eros Extended Ch. 21

Chapter Twenty-One: Homecoming

After weeks of stressful contemplation the fated weekend finally came. Jack was no closer to having a solution to his god problem and didn't feel as if he could put it off anymore. Something pulled him home. Somehow he knew that hiding would only result in bringing the battle to him, and he didn't want to risk any of his subjects.

Ambrosine drove him home. They spent the entire ride in silence. While she drove Jack stared out the window despondently, certain of his own doom. There seemed to be no way a god of lust could defeat a god of war.

When Ambrosine pulled into his driveway they found Mary already waiting for him. Her car was outside, and she was already in the house.

It felt strange returning home. He had been away for a while and now it felt like an entirely new world. The dormitory had a pale light to it. It felt sterile, alien, while his home had the warmth and comfort that one would expect. Light abounded there. His energy was soaked into the walls.

Jack was welcomed with open arms. His mother was waiting for him in a low-cut top and a pair of form fitting jeans. When she saw him she gave him a long and surprisingly motherly hug. Even then, Jack could feel her hardened nipples through her shirt.

"Oh, Jack, my master, my baby boy! I've missed you so much," she said. She smoothed back his hair and kissed his forehead. After that their embrace became far less familial. She pressed tight against him and ground her crotch against his. "It is wonderful to have you, and your cock, back home. Speaking of which, how are the girls treating you up at the school. I've been worried that all of your needs haven't been met."

Jack laughed and kissed his mother deeply. "I'm doing fine, mother, and I promise to answer all of your question later. First, let me greet everyone properly."

"Oh, of course, of course, I am so sorry!" She bowed out of his way as he passed. As was custom she would remain kneeling until told otherwise.

Julie was the next to greet him and had come home specifically to see her master again. She was wearing a skin-tight black shirt that revealed her deep, tan cleavage, and a pair of yellow shorts that rode high enough to expose her muscular thighs. Her hug was just as tightly as her mother's, but she didn't even try to keep it from being sexual.

"Master," she purred seductively. "It's been so long. Are you going to fuck me tonight? Or later this weekend?"

Jack chuckled. "Later, maybe, if I have time. I'm going to be pretty busy though."

Julie pouted. "I see then. I understand, I guess, but I came all this way..."

"We'll discuss this later."

She sighed. "Of course we will."

After Julie took her bow Jack was greeted by his grandmother. Unlike his other sluts, she dressed conservatively. Even in all of his debauchery, Jack appreciated his grandmother's chaste appearance. There was a thrill in degrading his mother and Julie, but there was an equal thrill in having his grandmother look so demure up front and be such a cum-slut underneath.

Her outfit was still flattering and fit her well. It was a knitted white sweater that hugged her bulbous breasts rather tightly. Blue pants accompanied her outfit and fit her rear snugly. She adjusted her glasses and blushed when she saw him.

"Hello, master..."

Jack took his grandmother's hand and kissed it. "It's good to see you, my slut."

She smiled bashfully. "I brought you a cake, if you would like to have it, that is." Her blush intensified. "You could always eat the icing off my breasts if you prefer though..."

Jack laughed. "Maybe later," he said, and she nodded and bowed like the others.

Mary came up to Jack next. Seeing her outside of the school was a bit disorienting for him, and solidified the fact that the two disparate realms of the dorms and his house actually coexisted in one world.

She was wearing an absent minded smile when she saw him. The changes that he brought about in her were quite dramatic. Before she was a Jesus freak who dressed down her good looks but Jack turned her into his loyal slut with relative ease. She wore a nearly transparent, very tight white shirt with no bra underneath. Her nipples were quite erect at the sight of him and protruded from her small chest.

Aside from that she wore only a thong that showed off her beautiful rear. Jack was surprised with such audacity from her, considering she was meeting his family for the first time. She greeted him with a slow, measured twirl that gave him a good view of her backside.

"Hello, my master."

"My slut," Jack said, and he brought her in for a kiss on the cheek. "I trust my family has been treating you well?"

"Oh, they're great. Since they're all your slaves like me we get along really good."

"They're sluts, not slaves," he corrected. "Remember, there is a difference. None of my followers obey against their will. Each and every one of them is happy to serve me, and have willingly dedicated their lives to me."

He cupped her face and shoved his thumb into her mouth. She sucked on it hungrily while staring into his dark eyes.

"Just like you."

"I'm sorry, I understand now," Mary said when he released her. She then took her position kneeling before him just like his other sluts.

Jessica was the last to greet him, and she did so with tears in her big blue eyes. Her hair was done up in cute pigtails, and she was wearing a pretty, white blouse with buttons strategically left undone to give the most cleavage, and a pair of jeans. Her make-up played up her full lips and long lashes. She had obviously put a lot of work into her appearance and was embarrassed about crying.

"...Master," she murmured.

"Jessica," Jack sighed as he pulled her into a hug. She collapsed into him and hugged him more tightly than everyone else had as she bawled.

"Oh, Bubba, I've missed you so much. It's not the same when you're gone. It feels all wrong."

Jack smoothed her hair and held her while she sobbed. "I know, I know, but I'm back for now. So let's try and enjoy ourselves, okay?"

Jessica swallowed hard and looked up at him. "Okay," she said through a few weak sniffles. "I'm really glad you're back."

Jack smiled at her. "I'm glad, too, munchkin." He stepped away and looked at his kneeling sluts. "Now then, you may all rise and get to work. Tonight I want a feast in my honor. Grandmother, I'm putting you in charge. Mom, Julie, Mary, Ambrosine, I expect you four to help her however you can."

"What should I do, Bubba?"

"You are going to sit with me in the living room and tell me everything that you've been up to while I was away."

At supper the family gathered around for their meal. Jessica sat to Jack's right and Ambrosine was at his left. The meal was exquisite and left their stomach full. After eating Jack stretched out at the table and wiped his mouth clean. He threw his napkin on the table.

"That was delicious. I'm lucky to have such a warm reception after being away for so long."

"Master, you've always been in our hearts and in our prayers," Victoria said as she cleared away the plates. Rebecca helped her while wearing a smile.

Julie leaned against the table. Her heavy breasts rested against the surface. "What mom is trying to say is-and excuse my French-but we're your sluts, and no matter where you go or what you do, we'll be waiting for you to come back and fuck us senseless."

Jack laughed. "That's classy, sis."

"She's right though," Jessica said while wearing a big smile. Jack smiled back at her.

"You have all been so loyal though, and that is why I consider myself lucky. Now, as a reward, how about I give you all a show?"

Movement ceased in the dining room. All eyes turned to Jack, looking curious and anxious. Each and every one of them wanted to be fucked, and all of them thought they deserved it.

Jack stared across the table at Julie. She was blushing excitedly. He broke the silence by saying, "Julie, get in the living room and get that shirt off. Your tits have been distracting me all day, and I just have to shove my dick between them."

Julie bounded from the table. "It's about fucking time!"

They followed close behind Julie. Jack walked at the front with his arms hooked around Ambrosine and Jessica. He stepped in the doorway of the living room and looked back at his mother and grandmother, who were going to finish cleaning before joining them.

"Hurry up you two or you'll miss the show!"

"Of course, master, we'll be right there," Victoria said. She and her mother went to quick work clearing off the dishes and putting away the leftovers. When Jack left the doorway Victoria turned to her mother and said, "Come on, let's finish this up so that we can see. I can already smell our master's god-like cock from in here."

Rebecca nodded in agreement.

Julie stripped entirely naked and laid back on the couch. Jack had mounted her and was fucking her tits. He held her dark nipples like reigns and pulled on them while he fucked. His huge balls rolled along her trim stomach. Juices ran from her pussy, soaking into the couch. All of the women in the room were awed by this display of sexuality, and were jealous of Julie's part in it.

Jack's potent musk filled the air. All of his women were filled with arousal. Each of their pussies overflowed and everyone watched as their god used his slut. They all knew that only one man could satisfy them, and it was Jack.

"I've missed this," Julie said as his huge cock slapped against her face. It was moving too quickly for her to get a good grip on it. So she settled on licking the tip and shaft whenever she could. His taste was more arousing than his smell and the combination of the two made her hunger for him.

She remained active while he fucked her body by using her huge, gleaming tits to massage his thick shaft. Being a house of sinful lust, they kept lubrication nearby for just such occasions of unexpected sexual congress. She hadn't even taken gotten her pants off before Ambrosine and Jessica took to juicing her up for their master.

"Tell me the truth, Julie. You fucking love being my slut, don't you?"

Julie nodded and kissed his cock. The taste of the strawberry flavored lubricant was overpowered by him. She preferred it that way, because deep down Julie believed in the traditional taste of a man. Cocks were supposed to have a fleshy taste to them, and Jack's tasted the best.

"I've missed you, master, we all have. We've missed your handsome face and your perfect cock. You're the only one who can pleasure us. You complete us. You complete me."

She sat up and, in the process, nearly toppled him over. While he staggered backward she took hold of his shaft with both hands and stroked him lovingly. "Tell me, my lord, how many more women have you converted with this pussy pleaser? How many ripe, young cunts have you destroyed with this magnificent cock of yours?"

Jack pulled Julie's head down and thrust into her throat. "Actually, I'm ashamed to say that I've only ruined a handful of pussies so far, Mary being one of them. I've gotten a lot of hand and lip service though."

Julie pried herself free from his cock and licked down the shaft while stroking him. She had missed him so badly that her stomach hungered for his thick cum.

"That's a shame, master. You should be popping cherries left and right. What's wrong? Are there nothing but prudes and whales at that school of yours?"

"Please, there are considerable amounts of talent. Ambrosine and I are just taking it slow. It's different from home. There I'm surrounded by strangers. I have to move slowly, play it smart."

Julie nodded and looked adoring at his shaft. It was swollen and red now. Thick streams of spit ran from her stretched lips. "Well, if you find yourself needing release you can always come home. I'm sure you'll find yourself neck deep in pussy in a matter of seconds."

On that note Jack glanced around the room. All of his women, his sluts, were in various states of undress. Jessica was buried knuckle deep in Ambrosine and Mary. Victoria was watching while rubbing her nipples slowly, and Rebecca sat red-faced and watching. Each held a lustful stare on the couch.

He chuckled. "I think I'm already neck deep in pussy?"

"Then why not partake?"

She stood and bent herself over the couch, displaying her firm ass to him. At this angle her pussy was perfectly lined up with his enormous hard-on. Jack looked down and couldn't help but smile. She looked back at him. "You know you want to, master."

He shrugged. "Why the hell not," he muttered, and he sunk in to the deepest parts of her.

Jack kept a firm grip on Julie's hip while he pounded her into the couch. She was like a woman possessed once he was in her and met him with frightening vigor. Her pussy clamped so tightly onto him that he feared for the health of his godhood.

Her first orgasm came swiftly and was enough to knock the air out of her. She arched her back, let out an ear cutting yell, and then fell face first into the couch. Light filled her senses and was hot in her veins. Ancient pleasures from primordial times filled her. Jack was god. Jack was pleasure. These were truths, and all of the nerves in her body knew it.

This same sexual rapture filled the air. Everyone was overcome by euphoria as they watched. Jessica had released Mary and now pinned Ambrosine down. She licked hungrily at the young woman's smooth, glistening womanhood.

Beside them Mary watched her master while abusing her own sex. She couldn't decide what the most erotic thing about her master was and so kept her gaze firmly affixed on him while he fucked.

Victoria and Rebecca had both lost composure and devolved into masturbating heaps on the floor. They forcefully fucked themselves while watching their master's perfect form flex. Between his spread legs they could see his swaying balls and enormous shaft, which was buried partway inside of Julie's tight womanhood.

Julie straightened up and reached back. She pulled her master into a kiss. "Oh, fuck me, master. Fuck me and own me."

"Have you missed the feel of a real man, Julie?"

"Yes! Yes, I've missed it so very much!"

"I'm surprised you haven't just went off and found another prick to release you." While he spoke Jack was fucking more roughly, sending her into another set of powerful orgasms.

"Oh, master, you're the only man for me. You're the only man I want. I need you!"

"So, you're actually telling me that the self-proclaimed connoisseur of cock is now hooked on one man?

He was swelling inside of her. The veins on his cock bulged. The desire in the air was growing thicker, growing from the rapidly from the lust of his followers. Something possessed the women. They crawled toward him with hungry, lustful gazes.

"N-No, master...No, my pussy...My pussy..."

Fire was inside of Julie. Her brain was lost in pleasure. Series of powerful orgasms washed over her and bled together, growing into one giant swell and release. She crooned loudly and gripped the couch.

"My...My pussy belongs to you...because you're not just a man to me...You're my god!"

He jerked once and felt the surge coming. Withdrawing from his sister's abused womanhood, he pulled back and started fisting his gleaming shaft. His sluts gathered around with their mouths open and their breasts heaving. Jack growled once and then had a spasm.

Thick streams of hot cum rained down on the women. Their faces, breasts, and bellies were all coated beneath each viscous layer. It ran down them, settling on their thighs and oozing down into the cleft of their wet pussies.

Each of them had their own orgasms once bathed in his essence. Rebecca and Victoria curled up and rubbed sperm into their breasts between the enormous mouthfuls that they ate. Julie, who was too tired to move, simply rested against the couch and enjoyed even more mind blowing pleasure. Jessica and Ambrosine, who sat side by side, embraced and rubbed their sticky bodies against one another. Mary, seized by her own orgasm, continued to finger her pussy with newly sperm soaked fingers.

After this Jack's legs gave out. He staggered back and collapsed onto the ground. Julie was nearly blacking out and too tired to do her duty, so Victoria took her place and started cleaning his cock.

"We've missed you so much," Julie muttered from her sex-drunken stupor. "I...I'm so glad you're back."

Jack smiled at his women, each covered in cum. His mother hugged his cock into her sticky cleavage and kissed the shaft lovingly. The women around her were now recovering and each closed in to place a kiss on his cock as well. Jack watched this with a tearful smile on his face.

"Thank you...It's good to be home."

Shortly after Jack finished fucking Julie he went to bed. The confrontation with this new god had him anxious and wanting a full nights rest. Unfortunately for him, sleep did not come easily that night. Images of a war god kept flooding his mind and each time they stared at him with hungry, red eyes.

Late in the night when everyone was sleeping, Jack was still awake and staring up at the ceiling. His breathing was growing more violent as fear seized him. Up until now this battle seemed somehow fictitious, like it was happening inside of some ridiculous story. Only on the precipice of the battle did Jack come to recognize the very real threat this new enemy posed.

He sat up in bed and stared at his limp cock. It seemed so small and weak at that moment, in the dark. What could that do to a man of pure muscle?

The problem was that he had no plan. Jack was a lover and not a fighter. That was how he had beaten Jillian. It was how he had seduced his entire family. He didn't feel like he could seduce a god of blood lust, and if he couldn't then it would ultimately cost his life. That was much higher stakes than he was willing to place.

Someone knocked at the door. Jerk jerked back into awareness and stared at the door. He didn't feel up to entertaining visitors, but he also didn't feel comfortable alone. He cleared his throat. "Come on in."

Jessica opened the door and entered the master bedroom. She was wearing a tight-fitting pajama top which showed the shape of her breasts, which jiggled without the restraint of a bra, and a pair of tight fitting panties. In the semi-darkness Jack could clearly make out the shape of her pussy.

"Oh, Jessica, to what do I owe this late night visit?"

Jessica smiled at him and fiddled with the hem of her pajama top. "Well, I was just thinking about you. I missed you so much while you were gone and I..." she sighed, "I was wondering if I could sleep with you tonight."

Jack looked up from her tight pussy, past her sizable breasts, and up to her eyes. It was then that he could see, by the dim light in the room, that she was teary-eyed. "Are you okay? You look like you're about to cry."

Jessica didn't speak, so Jack peered past her physical body and into her being. He felt her emotions. She was guilty, which came as a surprise to him.

"Jessica, please, I want you to tell me what's wrong."

"I'm sorry," she said just before breaking down into tears. "I'm sorry! I just feel so bad because I doubted you. I was afraid...I was afraid that you had abandoned us!"

She started crying hard after that. Curled up on the floor, she hid her face with her hands and wept loudly in front of him. Jack watched silently, feeling uncertain and impotent. After some time he stood and went to her. He kissed her on the forehead.

"Don't you cry," he said while embracing her. She hugged him back and cried onto his shoulder like a child. She was so guilty that her presence seemed to fill the room. It made the shadows darker and the atmosphere empty.

He held her until she stopped crying and then he looked into her eyes. "Listen, munchkin," he said with a smile, "You should never have to feel that way. I promise you, I'll always be there for you, no matter what. It might sound sappy, but I mean it when I say this: I'm always with you, in your heart and your mind, and I promise that I'll be here in body, too, as much as I can. I love you so much, Jessica, and I would never, ever leave you behind."