Path of the Chosen Pt. 01

There was no doubt in his mind that she would have left the lights on if he asked her to. "Yeah, I'm good."

She didn't smile. She just nodded at him and slid underneath the sheets of my bed.

I was in his mind. Kimberly's arms braced her as she laid over me and looked me in my eyes. I wasn't trying. I wasn't pressing my power onto her. I didn't want her to do this. But I could see that she didn't either, and she was still doing it. I couldn't stop her, not with Nick there. It would just be too weird.

No, that was an excuse. The truth is, deep down, I didn't want to. I had seen her body. I had experienced the pleasures of it. And... I wanted more. I wanted all of it... And I hated myself for it.

I pushed against her again, sending her mental commands to stop, go home, be herself. She kissed me while her hands slipped under the covers and pulled my boxers down. Her tongue toyed with me, excited me against myself, while she laid her body against me. The heat of her soaked into me.

"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you," she thought at me.

Her hand gripped my cock, I moaned into her mouth as she stroked me to hardness. I was ready to wipe the memory of this from Nick. And then I forgot all about him. She kissed my cheek and worked her way up to my ear. Her hot breath stirred against my skin as she kissed her way down my chin. Her hand worked my cock, pushing me, driving me. With her other hand, Kimberly interlaced her own fingers with mine and held it above my head.

"Stop. Go home. Stop this," I ordered her, mentally.

She didn't. She was responding to something deeper in me. Harder.

Her lips found my neck. Worked their way to my throat, down my chest, her right hand still worked my cock, her left hand immobilized me, kept me prisoner. As if I had any right to the word. My stomach tightened as her tongue worked its way down its paths.

"Kimb---"

Her tongue slid along the lines of my genitals. Between my cock and him, beneath my sack, sucking me into her mouth, suckling me.

Oh fuck.

Oh Eris!

Her hand still worked me. I couldn't talk, I could barely think. And the entirety of my mind was given over to the pleasure she gave me. She slid her tongue along the underside of my cock and took me into her mouth.

I heard myself moan as her left hand still held mine. I felt her tongue and mouth working me as she moved along my shaft. It didn't last long. My cock came out of her mouth with a "pop". I felt her body purposefully slide against it as she drew her face back up to mine. She let go of my hand and reached behind her, grabbing my cock. She looked me right in the eyes. I saw her hatred of me. It was behind lust and desire and order and command. But I saw it, true, pure, raging hatred, and I couldn't deny it.

She grabbed my cock and slid onto me.

I gasped at the pleasure. She moaned. He gasped.

Wait.... What--

She slid back down and I forgot. FUCK! ERIS! SHIT!

I cursed with every movement she made along my shaft.

I brought my head forward for just a moment. And it was only out of the corner of my eye that I saw him. Nick sat at his desk, watching us, jacking his dick.

I was ashamed. Not for me, but for her. For her lack of shame. Because I had taken that from her.

FUCK. She slid down along me again and again. Her hand reached down and turned my head back to her. She stared down her pleasure and her hatred into me. Her pussy slid up and down along the shaft of my dick.

I was planning on wiping Nick's mind. And I still had no idea what I had done to hers. My powers were useless to me. Eris! I thought as her pussy tightened against me. Her hand snaked around my neck, pulling me into her kiss. I couldn't resist her.

I heard Nick coming on his own stomach. I felt sorry for him. Because I came. I came inside her. Her pussy milked the entirety of my cock, from root to stem. I came. I felt her coming with me. I heard her moaning into my mouth.

Kimberly collapsed onto me. Without my cock ever sliding out of her, she turned the two of us, me lying on top of her, and we drifted off to sleep.

"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you."

It was my lullaby.

She sang it to me as I drifted off to sleep.

It was horribly amazing. Her mind was tethered to mind. The moment I felt myself getting hard, I would feel her turning towards me. I delved into her mind. I didn't keep track of her, but she always knew where I was, down to the millisecond of longitude and latitude. I was forced to keep track of her out of necessarily. I figured that out on that second day, when I decided to go to my classes.

She came to find me. It was ten in the morning. She came to me and dropped to her knees. There was a girl in my creative writing class. She was cute. She had written an amazingly erotic story. Thank Eris she decided to read towards the end of class. I felt Kimberly's approach.

I left the class. Kimberly found me in the hallway. She fell to her knees and grabbed my belt buckle. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bathroom. I threw her in behind me and locked the door.

"You don't want to do this," I told her.

"You're making me!"

She pushed me against the door and fell to her knees again. She sucked me. I dived into her mind, trying to find what I had fucked up, trying to fix it. I could feel her humiliation. The cold tile on her knees. She had even dressed thinking of what I would find attractive.

"I- I don't- I don't want you to-"

I came in her mouth. She looked up at me. My cum dripping from the corner of her mouth. She looked up at me. Her tongue darted out and licked up the last of me. She looked up at me, and swallowed. She looked up at me. And I saw nothing but her hatred.

That night at dinner, I thought I'd do my worst. Nick sat with me. Nick seemed to attract more girls than the jocks or the frat bro's. And none of them seemed to mind. I sat with him. Cute and fat and weird girls seemed to surround us. Conversation flowed. The cutest sat right at Nick's right hand. I was just getting ready to make a pass at her.

"Hey," she said. She pushed at my chair, turning me, and sat down in my lap, her arm draped around me. She stabbed her fork into a salad and shoved it into my mouth. "No way I let you do this to them." Her other hand guided my hand under the table.

She wasn't wearing panties.

She wasn't wearing panties.

She wasn't wearing pantes!

Sh wasw't wanre pnets!

OH MY ERIS!

SHE WASN'T WEARING PANTIES!!!!

My fingers slid under her skirt, into her, pure her, pure Kimberly.

She gasped.

The others at the table looked over at us, but we were in our own world.

She didn't pay them any attention. "Make me," she whispered as she shoved her salad into my mouth again.

I worked my fingers inside her while she kept up conversation around us. Nick winked at me. He clearly knew what was going on. How, I had no idea. Then again, it had been a long time since I had kept a friend's secret, or had any need to honor bro code. My fingers delved into her, looking for her pleasures, and the odyssey inspired me. I dived in and out of her, searching her, exploring her. I heard her breath hitch here and where I touched there. Nick covered with a smile and smart-ass comment.

We were the VIP's of a private party.

Finally, she turned and dived into my shoulder, biting me to keep from screaming out. Her pussy convulsed on my fingers. Girl cum ran down my hand. She breathed hard I stood the both of us up. E walked away from the table without saying anything.

I thought about sex and she came to me. Now, I was as hard as I had ever been.

I didn't say anything as I pulled her away with me.

"I'm going to fuck you," I said.

"I know."

"Do you want me to," I asked.

"No."

"Will you stop me," I asked her.

She pulled me to a stop just outside the meal hall. Kimberly reached into her purse and placed something into my hand. It was soft and silky and tender. "No." I opened it up and realized.

I couldn't wait anymore. I pulled her to the side of the science building. The evening sunset bore witness to our coupling. I slid myself inside of her with no courtesy or foreplay. Her arms wrapped around my neck. Her legs pulled me even deeper into her. And her pussy.

Eris, her pussy!

It invited me deeper and deeper with every thrust. She kissed me and sucked at my neck. I pushed myself deeper and deeper into her, while her tongue played with mine.

Her melody played in my head. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." I felt her cunt tighten against me. She was coming. She was coming on my dick. Where anyone could see us. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." She bit into my shoulder, again, to keep from screaming out. Her pussy milked me, but I pulled out. I wasn't done. I felt her mind scream out at the lack of me. I turned her around and, of her own volition, she poked her ass out towards me. I smiled and sent the image of it to her. She hated me even deeper. She hated me for the pleasure she felt. She hated me for the pleasure I gave her. She hated me for her own pleasure. She hated herself.

But I was gone. All that was left of me was power and force. And I did as I would. I had no control. I pulled my cock out of her and turned her, holding both of her hands above her body with one of my own. Her ass poked out towards me, offering herself to my pleasure. People were still walking by us on the main street, but none of them seemed to notice us. I didn't care either way.

If I needed them, I'd deal with their minds when the time came. If I didn't... Fuck 'em.

I slid my cock underneath her, into her, and I started. I fucked her. This wasn't the slow, gentle fucking we had back in my room. I didn't care today. She had started this. I was hard. My cock was hard. I was powerful. And I had a powerful cock. I fucked her. I thrust myself in and out of her with no care. She drove me to this point. She had done this to herself. I could have had any girl, but she had volunteered. So I fucked her. Hard. Fast. Deep. And meaningfully.

If I had only known.

It wasn't conscientious, but I was pushing other minds away from us. And, at the same time, I was digging deeper into her mind. I already owned her. Now, I was taking possession of her. Her cunt tightened on me, but I didn't stop. I held her there, even as she tried to push herself onto me. I held her there, and fucked her. I fucked her for my pleasure. I didn't care that she came. I fucked her. I heard her yell in pleasure. I didn't care. I forced my cock past her pleasure. And I fucked her. I fucked her until I felt my balls tighten. I fucked her until my legs wobbled. I pushed myself into her one last time.

And I came. And she came. She came for me. Her cunt milked my cock. Draining me. Begging me.

I let her go. "Clean me," I said. I don't know where it came from. But I won't deny that I enjoyed the results.

Kimberly knelt and took my cock into her mouth. She didn't even use her hands. She kept them by her sides. I linked my mind to her. "Damn him. Damn him. Damn him. Damn him. Damn him." The dirt was hard against her knees, but my cock slid gracefully into her mouth. She grabbed me and lifted me up. She was starting to like the taste of her off my balls. She jacked me, hoping I wouldn't hard again. And still hoping I would. A part of her wanted me to fuck her.

She didn't love me. There was no doubt of that.

But she liked how I fucked her.

And that was confusing.

Did she like it because she liked it.

Or because I made her like it.

Shit.

For the last few nights, she had stayed over. She came. Nick opened the door. Once he left to spend the night at another girls room, so he said. She came, and she would make me come, usually more than once. I kept trying to stop her. I did my best. I put all my power behind it.

It didn't work. Not once. It didn't even slow her down. There was a part of her now that didn't want this to happen to anyone else. She was sacrificing her self, and unwilling martyr. She died every second she was on my cock. Driven to it my my will. Forced by my power.

The night finally came. She finally came. I finally came. In her mouth. She had sucked me off to finish me. Her hand stroked me, her tongue licked at me, her mouth suckled me. And I came. She swallowed every drop. I felt her silky skin slide against mine as she wrapped her body against mine.

I hated to admit it. But this was my favorite part. Kimberly laid her head on my shoulder, entwined her legs with mine, and fell asleep.

I held her there.

I ignored Nick as he cleaned himself up.

Focus.

Concentrate.

Focus.

Concentrate.

My spirit began to lift itself away from me.

Focus.

Concentrate.

Focus.

I felt the last of me lift away. I was free. Free of me.

I wasn't done.

Focus.

Concentrate.

Focus.

Concentrate.

I held onto the last thread. Life to life. My safety thread. Binding soul to body if either should be threatened.

Focus.

Concentrate.

Focus.

Concentrate.

Focus.

I gathered my power, balanced my spirit, waiting for the moment I aligned with the universe.

NOW!

I sent myself flying, through reality, through truth, though everything.

I walked. Eris only knew where I would find them. But I did know I would find them together. The worse part was wondering if I would find them at all. The Chaotic Plains. They were always shifting, no place was ever in the same place. They could sit still from the moment I left until the moment I returned and be somewhere completely different.

I walked, hoping I would find someone. If I could find one of them, besides Eris, they could call for the others, except for Eris. Eris knows, if I stumbled my way upon her, she'd send me right back down, with no answers.

I walked. A Scribe owl found me and began to follow me. I smiled. He was hoping to steal some secret and horde it over his brothers and sisters. It would never leave the plains, but that wasn't their concern. Scribe owls horded knowledge. And mice. They wouldn't share their knowledge freely, but they would trade it. It was one of the reason's I was so powerful. Eris had loaned a few of them to me for a few months. And they had found secrets that, when added to my own knowledge, had unlocked unknown potential inside of me.

"Younger Brother!" I heard her and stopped. I placed my raised foot next to my settled one. I had learned better. Moving even an inch could transport me miles. I looked around and saw Lysande. She smiled and walked over towards me.

I still didn't understand how they navigated this realm. I assumed it was because they were already apart of it. I was still living.

Lysande snapped her fingers and the others appeared.

Including Eris.

Shit, we weren't in the forest where I found her anymore. We were in the broken throne room. I had long since learned it was Eris's favorite place. She had drawn us to her.

"I have to set her free," I blurted out.

Eris laughed. She didn't need an explanation. She had been watching me. Hell, she had probably pushed me to do it.

No one else did.

Morgana walked over and set a hand on my shoulder. "For me, it was Merlin."

Claude came next. "You wouldn't know her name. But she was the great granddaughter of Arthur, King of Camelot."

"The daughter of Puck," Lysande smiled at me. "And, since you're a magic user, she won't be the last, or the only. She's only the first."

Surprisingly, Morgana took me into her arms and hugged me to her. "I'm so sorry." She didn't let me go.

Claude sat down cross legged. "We had hoped you wouldn't endure this. We know you're soft-hearted, bred for softer times. More humane. We hoped. So we didn't warn you."

I felt Morgana's tears running through my hair, down my head, down my neck. "I'm so sorry," she cried. "I hoped so hard!"

My arms wrapped around her, forgiving her, beseeching her. "Can I-." I sucked in air, trying to speak. "Can I free her?" It wasn't really a question. It was. But it wasn't. Because I knew the answer. Because I could see the result. It was there. In front of me. Holding me.

Morgana's eyes were closed against me, her head resting on mine. Claude sat, his face turned away from me. Lysande also turned her face away from me, but I could still see the trail of tears tracing their way away from the truth in her eyes.

Eris didn't choose cruel servants. She chose those who power would conflict with. And they cried with me. Every eye was wet, even Eris's.

At least she was entertained. I didn't think that in the moment. I only say it now. Honestly though, that's the only thing that moves her. Its her only motivation. The quest for novelty and entertainment.

In that moment, I only thought that my goddess loved me. "Eris," I beseeched her, "Free her from me! Please!"

The truth came to me in an instant. Her tears were gone and I watched a smile spread across her face. She was truly beautiful. And in that moment, I realized something else. We weren't in the ruined palace anymore. We were in her Perfect Palace. Eris sat on her throne, her scrying pool between us. She turned and draped her leg over the arm of the throne and smiled at me, her chin resting on her hand. She was so terrifyingly beautiful. "Absolutely not."

I was shocked. I couldn't believe it. I was sure this was some kind of test. "I'll give anything! Anything! Just tell me what I need to do!"

Eris's smile only spread. "I said absolutely not." I could feel her pleasure. We all could. The room warmed with her denial.

"Please Goddess! I don't want her! I promise I don't want her!"

Eris smiled. An image of Kimberly blossomed in my mind. At her will, my pants were gone. Eris blossomed as I hardened in front of them all. I tried to move to cover myself, but her will held me still. The women held their own expressions behind their hands. Claude's head was facing down as he began to stand. "Truly," she smiled at me. Her head tilted back against her throne as she laughed in her cruel, beautiful tone.

I heard his sword slide into it's sheath as he spoke, "Allow me to speak with him, Goddess." It was a demand. Only We, her chosen, could make demands upon her.

"Do so. And see that he understands."

Claude bowed low.

We ran. Well, I ran. His horse trotted. "You fool," he finally said.

"But she's my Goddess," I protested.

"So. She's still a goddess."

"She should care about how I feel!" I was starting to get winded. We were a good distance from the palace.

"She's a goddess. One of the few who survived the Christ. She didn't give a damn about her chosen before his birth, what the hell makes you think she'd give a damn after?"

"I follow her," I yelled at him. "I'm one of the few! ONE OF THE CHOSEN!"

He turned his stead and stared down at me, his face hardening against me. "THE CHOSEN OF CHAOS! Of ERIS!"

I fell to my knees, from the force of his words as much as from my own exasperation. "I serve," I said.

Claude drew his sword and threw it down to the ground between us, the point sank into the ground. "Many a man has said that and ended up on the wrong side of that blade. Even those who served her." He stepped down and knelt before me. "You heard. We each have a story of how our powers overwhelmed us. She's a victim of your power. All you can do from this point is to try, TRY, not to make any more victims. Because we all have multiples." He stepped down from his steed and stood in front of me. "Fourteen people fell victim to my power. And I don't mean they died. Against their will, and their honor, they served me. Even against my will. They served."

He grabbed me and pulled me to him. I wrapped my arms around him. "I'm so sorry, brother."

I cried into his armored shoulder. I felt the others wrap their arms around us. "I'm so sorry, brother." "I'm so sorry." As I cried into Claude, they cried into me.