Eros Extended Ch. 29

"We're lovers," James said casually, as if that wasn't at all surprising.

"...So, you two are, like, gay for each other or something? Wait, no, I saw you fucking Mary just this morning..."

"Of course you did, because we're not gay. Well, I'm definitely not gay at least," James said. "I still love Ryoko, and I still love pussy. I just...have a thing for West, too. I'm bi."

"And West," Jack asked.

"I...might have been gay, before your involvement, anyway. With all that time to think I finally realized that I used to pick on him so much because I was...attracted to him. I just didn't feel safe enough to express it. I didn't want it," West said gravely. James took his hand, and West faintly smiled. "Anyway, I really liked him, but I just couldn't admit it. So, I terrorized him."

"And then some," James said. "That's all in the past now, though."

Jack paused and stared at the two of them. Then he sat back in his seat, his hand to his chin, and said, "Huh...So, you two are dating now." He shrugged. "Well, so long as you're happy, I'm happy." He looked to his brother. "You're sure you're not gay?"

"Bi," James said.

"I like to think, with your help master, that we've transcended sexuality," West said. "Anyway, I'm just glad that you approve."

"Of course I do," Jack said. "I'm a god of lust and love, so long as you two revel in that I'm fine. Just-and I say this hoping that you'll spare me the explicit details of your private life-but make sure that you still dedicate everything in the bedroom to me. If you can do that, then you have my blessing."

"Oh, we do, my lord. Every time," West said. Beside him, James grinned.

"Every time, little brother, we're always thinking of you," James said.

"Okay, now it's just starting to sound creepy," Jack groaned.

After breakfast Jack waited around the dorms. He kept himself busy with homework and chatting with his angels. As night came they were all getting ready. There was a nervous tension in the air. Just before curfew Jack called Ambrosine and Miranda to his room, and at one a.m. he called his angels back.

He spent nearly thirty-minutes grinding himself along Miranda and Ambrosine. Mary, who was still in the room from earlier, went to sucking and licking at all of the angels. They made the sexual aura in the room palpable before Jack put a stop to it and made everyone put themselves away. Smiling and panting hungrily, he said, "It's time."

Jack took them through the commons area, where Nolan was on watch. He let them pass without a word, watching impotently from the office. Jack used his master key to get access to the girl's wing of the dorm and took each member to their target rooms. He dropped Ambrosine and Miranda, smothered in his scent, off to engage Miriam for him while he was occupied.

Next he took each angel to on their way, leaving them with a farewell and a wish of luck. He believed in each of them and in himself. The night had an electric feel to it. Somehow, Jack knew that everything would be changed in the morning when he woke. After dropping everyone off, he returned to Ambrosine's room for his own personal crusade.

As always, Jack had Miriam's conquest planned out. While he dropped off the others he hoped that Ambrosine and Miranda would butter her up. Of course, he didn't think they would have her licking their shoes before he arrived, but his scent was thick on them, and they dressed in underwear that he had masturbated into a few days prior. It was his hope that their presence would leave Miriam fuck-hungry from the start.

What he didn't know was that when he left them there they entered to find a dark room and a sleeping Miriam. Ambrosine never told Jack, but Miriam slept like the dead and would wake for nearly nothing. Slamming the door didn't even wake her.

"What should we do, mistress?"

Ambrosine looked at Miranda, who stood beside her, waiting obediently. She shrugged. "We'll need to wake her."

"But how," Miranda asked. "We don't have much time before the master returns."

"We have more time than you might think. Jack loves his speeches." Ambrosine looked around the room. She flipped the light switch on, and Miriam gave a whiny groan and rolled to her side. "Of course it wouldn't be that easy."

"Maybe he could wake her with his cock in her face."

"As hot as that would be, I don't think it would end well for him. Her first reaction would be to punch, and god or no, that would put him down for the night." Ambrosine looked around again and then said, "Miranda, get down into your underwear and play with yourself."

"Yes, ma'am," Miranda said as she started to undress. She wore sheer, white lingerie that was stained with sperm. "With all due respect, mistress, but how will this help?"

While Miranda undressed Ambrosine filled a glass of water and dropped some ice cubes in it. Then she stripped herself. "From how Jack has explained it to me, his powers work with lust and sex, right? So, whenever one of his followers-us-is lustful for him it makes him more powerful. Our clothes smell like him. We smell like him. Our lust should make his scent more powerful, and thus make it easier for him to convert Miriam," she said while picking up the glass.

By the end of the lesson Miranda had one hand down her panties fingering herself and the other teasing one of her exposed nipples. She bit her bottom lip and watched the way Ambrosine's shapely form moved as she walked. "Oh, Ambrosine, you're so smart!"

Ambrosine grinned at her while lifting herself up to peek at Miriam's lofted bed. "Thanks, sweetie, but right now I'm not feeling that smart. Now, get ready for this..." She looked anxiously at Miriam while holding the glass hovering above her. "...And pray she doesn't kill me..."

She held the glass of water hovering above Miriam's face. Closing one eye and cringing, she tipped it slowly, hesitantly, and dumped the entire contents down onto Miriam's face. The reaction was volatile and instantaneous.

Miriam's eyes opened she shrieked. Ambrosia, hearing this, leapt back from the bed as quickly as she could to avoid any sort of physical retribution. Miranda, seeing her mistress' flight, rushed forward to break her fall.

Next, Miriam shot upward, head first, into the ceiling. Ambrosine, without footing as she landed, stumbled backward into Miranda's waiting arms. Unfortunately, Miranda, much smaller than Ambrosine both in build and weight, could not contain the momentum and fell backward, collapsing to the ground with Ambrosine atop her.

This all resulted with Miriam lying in bed, clutching her head and whimpering, while Ambrosine lay spread eagle and nearly naked atop a very aroused and disoriented Miranda.

Slowly, after her nerves calmed, Ambrosine rolled off of Miranda and helped the smaller girl up. "Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry."

"No, mistress, don't be," Miranda said while holding her head. "It is my pleasure to be there to break your fall." She smiled. "And the feel of your skin upon mine...Mmmm."

Ambrosine blushed faintly. "Well, thank you..."

"What...are you two doing?" Miriam growled from the top bunk. With care, she crawled from the bed and cast a hateful glare at the undressed duo. Miranda hid behind Ambrosine, who stood her ground shakily. "Ambrosine, what in the hell is going on? Why are you two..." Miriam clutched her head again. "Why would you throw water on me," she snapped.

Ambrosine hesitated for a moment before saying, "Waking you up?"

"Why," Miriam snapped once more. Her blue eyes were always piercing, but in her state of rage they seemed to cut Ambrosine down. She feared that Miriam would crush the two of them underfoot if Jack didn't arrive soon.

"Well...Today is a special day."

"Yeah, it's the day I look for a new roommate."

"No!" Ambrosine hesitated as Miriam's gaze burrowed into her. She almost felt like backing down, apologizing, and then she felt her resolve grow. She felt a surge of lust and warmth inside of her, and she knew Jack was coming and would fix everything. She stared Miriam down. "No, today is the day of your initiation."

Miranda felt it too, and she came out of hiding. Shamelessly, she stretched out on Ambrosine's desk and started fingering herself again. Her lust was strong and filling the room, bolstering Jack's scent and power.

Miriam, despite her strong will, felt strangely weak in their presence. The two women were being strange and lewd, and she should have been disgusted. Yet her nipples hardened and her pussy was tingling a bit. Even the throbbing of her head couldn't lessen the strange joy she felt in her bones.

"What in the hell are you two doing? Ambrosine, tell her to stop that, and put some clothes on."

"No, you should actually be taking some clothes off," Jack said as her entered the room. He closed and locked the door behind him before turning to give a big, perfect smile.

Miriam, for a moment, was lost in his beauty. After that moment she scowled at him. "You little bastard! I knew you were weird, deviant! I knew something strange was going on between you two. When I first met Ambrosine she was normal, and now she's...Well, that!"

"Happy? Yeah, that must be terrible. We'll worry about that later, though," Jack said. In his hand he conjured an arrow of pink light, one that only he could see. He took it and threw it, lodging it into Miriam's chest. Then he waited and let the flame overtake her.

Jack had hoped that by using his arrow on Miriam but not connecting it to another it would, by default, connect her to him. His intuition proved correct as she backed into the wall, the pink flames swirling around her body, melting away her being. When the flames receded her light was many shades pinker, and she bore an undeniable need for him.

"Now, Miriam, I said it before, but I feel it bears repeating: you're a little over dressed. Miranda?"

"Yes, master," Miranda said. She hopped from the desk and licked her hand clean while sauntering over to Miriam. In front of Miriam, she paused. "I'm going to undress you." When Miriam didn't react Miranda smiled. "Don't worry, you'll love what comes next."

Miriam stood stone-still while Miranda undressed her. She moved only when moved, and kept her gaze fixed firmly on Jack, who was now the center of her world. Internally, she struggled with her new wants and needs as they fought against her core values. She hated Jack, or wanted to, but she couldn't seem to keep from loving him as well.

After a round of giggles and some intimate touching from Miranda she got Miriam undressed. Naked, Miriam had a stocky yet attractive build. Her body was solid, yet lady-like. Her breasts were small, firm, and capped by tiny pink nipples with rather large areola. She was covered with freckles across her shoulders and upper arms. Her pussy hair was a wild, wheat colored thicket that drew attention to her pussy.

Still, she remained quiet and stationary. Jack looked her over, appraised her, and smiled. He sauntered over and kissed Miranda on the cheek-a reward for her good work. Then he sent her on her way and stood before Miriam. He stared into her eyes.

She shone pink, but the undercurrent of her light was still there. She fought his control and was unwilling to surrender. Her mind was not vast, but her will was unshakable. If Jack hadn't worked slowly with her and used all of his tricks then she would not be standing naked before him in that moment. She would, instead, have been beating him senseless.

She didn't understand her submission. It didn't come from her attraction to Jack. She had grown used to denying her urges. He was undeniably handsome and, from what she heard from Ambrosine, very skilled sexually, but there was something about him that Miriam simply hated.

Now she was truly enamored. Beyond that, she felt weak and subdued before him. She more than wanted him, she wanted to obey him. It was like there was something deep in her chest that compelled her to serve. She could feel it, and she knew that it didn't belong.

He reached out and touched her, and the fire inside of her leapt for him. Slowly, he traced his hand along her neck and down her body to her golden bush. Everything he touched ignited with warmth and want. She juiced up for him, preparing for his inevitable entrance.

She knew then that resistance was futile. No matter what, she would submit.

"What are you..."

Jack shushed her and breathed across her face. In his breath she smelled cinnamon, and was put at ease. She breathed deeply of him and let his scent infuse her will lust. The longer her stood before her and touched her, the more she wanted to be that way.

He reached her pussy and racked his fingers through the hair. She quivered. "Jack, please..."

"Don't worry," Jack breathed with his hot, cinnamon breath. "Just enjoy..."

Quickly, Jack found her womanhood and sunk a finger in. She shook and whimpered at the initial intrusion. No one had been so intimate with her before. This was new to her, and it was all pleasure. It cut so deep that she felt it in her bones.

"Oh...," she gasped.

Jack grinned and breathed into her face one more time. The heat soaked into her skin and suffocated her mind. It swirled inside of her, and fresh juices ran down his fingers and dripped from his knuckles.

"Now, I have a few questions for you, Miriam. Will you answer these questions for me?"

She nodded mutely.

"Okay, then first I'd like to know, am I your first?"

She went tense. "Yes," she said stiffly, and she looked up at him in a mixture of frustration and disappointment.

Jack smiled. "That's good to know. Now then, do I feel good?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Tell me, then," he said.

"What?"

"Tell me that I feel good?"

"You...feel good." The words barely made it out. She fought valiantly against his control even if she knew it was pointless. The fire inside of her was going wild. His teasing only seemed to make her feel hornier.

"How good do I feel?"

"..Very good..."

"Do I make you feel good enough to turn you into my slut?"

She looked away from him, her expression uncharacteristically soft. Those words cut surprisingly deep. Her light fluctuated. Normally, she was eerily composed, always in control, even a bit apathetic. What she never admitted was that Jack always made her feel something. He brought something to life in her that was unnerving. What she didn't know was the feeling he elicited within her was lust.

Jack wriggled his finger and brought a gasp from her. "Answer me, Miriam, do I make you feel good enough to turn you into my slut?"

She whimpered. "Please, I don't want to..."

"Answer," Jack said. He poised a second finger at the entrance of her. "Answer me and you get more."

"...Yes," she sighed.

Jack sunk his second finger in, and she shook in orgasm. Jack let her ride it out before asking, "Yes, what, Miriam?" She shook her head, and he grinned at her refusal. "If you're my slut then I want you to say it."

"I...I am your slut," she said weakly.

"Then show me," Jack said. He disengaged, pulling away from her and stepping back. Miriam stared in lustful shock as he undid his jeans and let them fall to the floor. He wasn't erect yet, but he was enormous. Even at first sight Miriam knew, he would somehow get bigger and more beautiful. What was more startling to her was how badly she wanted just that.

She stared in reverential awe at his godhood. "...You...How..." She looked him in the eyes. "What do you want me to do?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

She scowled in defiance, and the blue color had an edge once more. "I won't do that without being told to. That is my condition as your slut. You want me to serve you, to pleasure you, then you make me do it." She crossed her arms over her modest chest. "Because I don't kneel for just anyone!"

Jack gave a big smile. "Fine," he said, sending his breath washing over her. "Then I command you to drop down to your knees and suck my cock, Miriam. Suck my cock until I shoot my load down your throat and all over your face. Suck me deep until you choke in front of your roommate and her pet. Worship me, Miriam, like the slut you are."

Miriam stared into his eyes in a moment, and then she nodded shakily. "That sounds more like it," she murmured before kneeling at his feet.

Now she was face-to-face with his godhood. His massive, limp cock hung unbelievably low. Peeking out from behind it were a set of balls so big that they actually pushed his cock outward. Being so close, Miriam swore she could almost see his scent pouring off of him in thick, pink folds of mist.

First contact was tentative. Jack was the first cock of her life, and she wanted to give each experience the time it deserved. When she first wrapped her fingers around his girth she was surprised both by how heavy he was and how warm. Her hand brushed against his bulbous testicles, each of which looked quite heavy in their own right.

She lifted his cock and angled it toward her face. From what she could tell he was nearly a foot long and growing. Looking up at him, she kissed the swelling crown as a sign of devotion and held her lips there. Pleasure coursed through her, starting at her lips and insinuating itself all through her. His presence bent her mind, shaping her into the slut he wanted her to be.

He hardened rapidly in her grasp. She felt each pulsation as he swelled. It felt like the beating of a heart. She watched as he slowly lurched upward and grew larger and larger, and she closed her eyes and focused on the sensation in her palms, on the surging between her fingers.

She opened her mouth, stretching her lips and jaw around him. He grew into her mouth, pushing her to the limits, and she nursed eagerly on him. His taste was surprisingly perfect. He was warm and delicious, complimentary in every way.

Inside she felt steamed up. Juices pooled on the floor beneath her. She could almost feel each individual droplet sliding down her pubic hairs. She felt so sluttish, and she loved it.

Miriam took to sucking cock rather quickly. She bobbed her head as best she could on him. Discomfort was quickly disregarded. Even as he stretched her jaw to inhuman excesses she felt only joy, as his warmth oozed into her and eased her pain. Each down stroke brought him slamming against the entrance of her throat. Each breath was filtered by his perfect aroma. Everything about him was designed to bring her only the highest pleasure, and so she became determined to return the favor.

Her movements quickened. She took him with both hands and worked him with depraved possession. Her eyes were closed, her entire focus was on him. Jack was the best, a paragon of sex and power. He fueled her deepest passions.

Jack and Miriam were not alone in their passion. While watching the action unfold, Miranda and Ambrosine had pulled up a chair. Now both were naked, and Miranda sat in Ambrosine's lap and let her mistress toy with her body.

"Oh, mistress," Miranda cooed while writhing against Ambrosine's fingers. The softness of her mistress' flesh, in combination with the feel of three fingers buried into the depths of her wet snatch, had Miranda coming quickly.

Jack enjoyed the blowjob and worship for a while, but he decided against coming down her throat. Instead, he grabbed her long, orange-blonde hair and pulled her free from his cock. Miriam, lust drunk by this point, tugged futilely at him and finally cast a hateful glare his way.

"If you want me to worship you then let me," she snapped.

"Slut's shouldn't take tones with their gods," Jack said calmly. He looked to Ambrosine and said, "Hon, can you and Miranda find somewhere else to do that? I need the chair."

Ambrosine smiled and helped Miranda from her lap. "Of course," she said. They relocated to the nearby desk and slid the chair into Jack's reach.