Category: The God’s Gene

by Writing Shark

Set free what you love

You can’t remember your dreams, but the next morning you suddenly open your eyes. After two seconds, you quickly turn your head to the side.

There’s Cassie. She’s lying on her side, her head turned towards you, her hands folded under her chin, fast asleep. A smile on her face.

“My God…” you breathe, but get no answer. Maybe that’s because you’re the one answering prayers now.

You carefully swing yourself out of bed and the mere fact that you have to do this and not roll out of bed like a fool puts a smile on your face and warmth in your heart.

This warmth fuels your determination and after dressing quietly and carefully, another smile on your lips, you sneak out of the room.

It’s still early in the morning, the sun is only just creeping over the horizon, but you’re already rested and full of energy. And you need to use this energy for the angel in your bedroom.

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“What do you want?” Tiredness is written all over Jackson’s face, but he’s not surprised that you’re suddenly standing in his room unannounced.

“Wake up, get dressed and then follow me,” you order simply. “And be quiet. Cassie’s asleep.” Your best buddy just scowls at you, but of course does as you say.

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“Where… are we going?” You can understand the concern in his voice since you haven’t said anything for twenty minutes. But it’s probably also the fact that Jackson knows you heard the argument yesterday. And he knows how you feel about Cassie. And he knows that you’ve changed. “Finn…” At that moment, you turn into a deserted forest parking lot, the edges of the city miles away. You turn to face him.

“It’s time to make a decision,” you say. Jackson doesn’t understand.

“I’ve already made up my mind,” he says a little confused, not enough willpower left in his body to be angry with you. Just defiant like a petulant child. “I love Cassie and you’re ruining everything.”

“That’s not what I mean,” you say matter-of-factly. “But you’re right. We both love Cassie. And I’m an asshole for doing this to your relationship.”

“Yeah. Right. And besides…” You raise your hand and Jackson falls silent.

“But it’s not us who have to decide. Jackson. You’re my best friend. And no matter how much we’re alike and different, we’ve always been there for each other somehow, even if we’ve argued sometimes.”

“Yes. You’re right. But Cassie…”

“It’s Cassie who has to decide now,” you say, matter-of-factly. “Get out and go to the trunk.” Jackson follows your instructions. And opens it.

“Finn… what the…”

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On the way back, you open the door to the apartment and listen. Not a sound. You quietly sneak into your room.

There’s Cassie. She’s lying on her back. Hands at her side. A smile on her face. Deep and sound asleep.

And you smile too as you approach her. But you don’t sit down on the bed.

“Cassie?” you whisper. “Cassie?” You touch her gently on the arm. After the third attempt, she grumbles slightly, turns around and sleepily opens her eyes.

“Nmorning” she mumbles sleepily and yawns. Then she smiles at you and you fall in love with her even more. “What time is it?”

“That’s not important,” you explain gently, handing her a drink and a sandwich you’ve fetched from the kitchen. Cassie sits up, thanks you and takes a sip of orange juice.

“Hey you.” She smiles at you again, in love. “I’ve been dreaming about you.” Your heart beats faster. This girl is so perfect. “We had a great time and then…” Then she remembers the evening and her face darkens. “Thank you for letting me sleep here tonight,” she mumbles, nibbling on her sandwich. “I’m sorry we…”

“That’s okay,” you say. Then you rise and Cassie sees you dressed and ready for the day. “I took care of the problem.” Cassie blinks and looks at you questioningly. “I took Jackson to the woods and told him to go camping for a few days,” you explain. “To clear his head. I let his work know.”

“Okay…” At first she doesn’t understand, then a thought occurs to her and she smiles happily. “Hey. How about we go into town together today? Like we used to. Have you eaten anything yet? We could have brunch and then…” But you shake your head.

“I’m disappearing for a few days too.”

“What?” Your dream girl shakes her head in confusion. “Why would you? You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Maybe.” You don’t know yourself. “But that’s not the point. Me and the girls might go to the seaside… or something… Or Jessica might take us in. I don’t know.” You’re a little surprised that you’re the one having trouble finding housing. “Maybe I’ll move in with the girls.”

“Why?” Her voice is dry. You shrug your shoulders.

“I don’t have to pay rent there,” you smile. “And Paula and Miko…”

“That’s not what I mean,” Cassie tells you sternly. Your face briefly contorts into a pained grimace. You can see it clearly. She was relieved with Jackson. With you… “Why are you leaving too?”

“Cassie… I…” But it doesn’t help. She’s more important than you. “Cassie, the situation we’re all in is fucked up, you know that too. And I’m to blame for it. Also for the fight with Jackson.”

“Yeah… okay… but…” She’s adorable.

“But. But I’ve decided that you’ll only suffer because of it. And I don’t want that. And neither does Jackson.” Cassie reaches out to you, something you’ve always wanted. But you reject it. “Jackson and I will give you space. For as long and as much as you need.” Your face softens while Cassie’s goes puffy.

“Jackon and I… we… we both have feelings for you, you know that, right?”

“Yes,” she mumbles as her eyes moisten.

“But if we don’t work this out, you’re going to get hurt.” And with that truth, you turn away from her. You stop at the doorframe. “Take as much time as you want, then call one of us. Our friendship isn’t as important as our relationship with you, Cassie. You decide.” You activate your powers, focus on Cassie. “And you will decide. And you’ll be happy with your decision for the rest of your life.”

You want to say so much more. You want to tell her that you love her. You want to use your powers to make her choose you. You can do it. You can tell her to love you. But if you force this girl to do something, then your powers are wasted. No. Cassie is too important.

You walk out of the room without looking at her.

by Writing Shark

Fucking the most beautiful cunt

Noelle Moore is yours. You can do anything to her. And you do. Her pink pussy is wet and shining in the light of her room. Her labia opens slightly as she spreads her legs, giving you an insight into her pink hole. You see how tight she is and any other girl would be scared at the sight of the tree trunk between your legs. But Noelle knows that she will only feel pleasure, believes your words and quickly pulls her red bra off her body. You do the rest and pull the piece of fabric off her body after she has unfastened it and look at your alpha cunt lying willingly and smiling underneath you.

“Fuck you are beautiful you little slut” you breathe.

“Thank you Ihaaa…” Your fingers dig between her thighs as you lean down and take her breasts in your mouth. “Oh god Finn yes! Oh my god! Yes! Yes!” It doesn’t take long before you start to lose control. Thousands of times you’ve imagined what it would be like to be with this girl and now it’s happening. You don’t hold back and where Lynn is eager but a little overwhelmed, her sister seems to be completely in her element. “Finn… your tongue is so good…” A lusty giggle as your tongue glides over her nipples turns into a throaty moan as you suck her flesh into your mouth. Her back bends upwards and her legs begin to tremble. Noelle, naked except for her socks, lies beneath you and lifts herself up towards your body. She presses her breasts into your face and holds on to you, just the slut you want her to be.

Then you feel her cunt tighten around your fingers. You look into each other’s eyes and Noelle giggles happily while her inner muscles squeeze your index and middle finger together. Her nose wrinkles cutely as she casts her spell, then she gasps as you push your fingers even deeper inside her.

She wants to say something but you take the opportunity to press your lips to hers again and this time the girl lets you guide her completely, moving her head slightly to the side to give you better access and moving her hips along your hand. Her moans fill the room and her hands move over your back but you only feel her hot, wet flesh against your fingers. With uncontrolled lust, you spread her insides, moving your fingers back and forth, rubbing over her skin and feeling her insides begin to leak with wetness. Her juice runs over your knuckles into the palm of your hand and soon Noelle accompanies you into the realm of uncontrolled lust.

“Fuck… Fuck… Fffff… huck…” Her breath goes faster and faster and you don’t even think about having fun.

“You’re mine now,” you breathe into her mouth, then you kiss her again. “All of you. Your body…” You bite her lips, Noelle moans.

“My body.”

“Your soul.” You nibble on her ear.

“Soul… Oh fuck!” And then you suck on her neck with all your might.

“And my mind,” she finishes the sentence you don’t say. “Fuck Finn! Yes!” With a loud ‘plop’ you separate yourself from her neck again and look at the big red spot with satisfaction.

“I love you.”

“And I love you.” And you believe her. “I want to be your alpha bitch forever Finn. I love you so much. Thank you for…”

Noelle screams with pleasure as you begin to move your fingers, fast, hard and with fierce determination. Her pussy contracts and squeezes her juices out of her as loud smacks fill the room.

And then she comes. You can feel it in her movements and the hot wetness inside her, but also in her stuttering breath. Noelle comes through your fingers and something inside you stops.

“Oh my God! Oh my God…. Ho!” She can’t react, you’ve pushed yourself into her twitching cunt so quickly. Your cock sinks into her, pushing her throbbing tightness apart with all its might. You move your hips, push yourself further into her and lean close to her ear.

“Cum.” It’s an experiment. Girls do what you tell them. And even now, Noelle does exactly what you tell her. As she comes, a second, even stronger orgasm washes over her, mixing with her own and making her go crazy.

“Fuckinggod! Fuckingfuckinggod! Fuck!” Noelle screams loud and long.

“Cum!” And another orgasm washes over her body. Noelle twitches under you, claws at you and wraps her legs around you while her back pushes through and her nipples stick out, razor-sharp.

“Fuck! Fuck! Finn! Fuck!”

“Cum.” You start pounding into her with all the strength you have. Noelle isn’t the only one losing her mind. You only know one word and you say it over and over again, spurring yourself and her on, driving you over one mountain after another, from one cliff to another. One orgasm chases the other. Noelle just babbles to herself, twitching as if she’s electrified.

Then she surprises you. Like a zombie, she stretches out her hands and rises upright from her back. She hugs you, presses herself against you and as you drive her to another incredible climax, she kisses you on the mouth.

You come in your crush as you kiss each other like lovers and it’s heaven. You fire three, eight, twelve, fourteen shots and pump yourself empty into Noielle. Her cunt immediately overflows and your cum mixes with her girl cum to form a delicious mixture that runs in streams between your thighs onto her bed.

You feel her tongue in your mouth one last time, weak, loving and willing. Then Noelle collapses in your arms and you too are overcome by an infinite tiredness. It is as if you have woven your lives together, made you into a single whole. You want to tell Noelle that you love her, that you want to be with her forever. But she has already fallen asleep in your arms, red in the face and her hair disheveled, too exhausted and too happy.

You lay her down next to you, press her warm body against you, then you fall asleep too.

by Writing Shark

You undress Noelle

“I’m so happy,” your dream girl grins as you stand together at her bedroom door. You can still see the insecurity you conjured up in her eyes, but where Lynn is insecure on the outside and content with her role on the inside, her sister is the opposite. Noelle tries to cover her concern about her past mistakes with an eagerness that surprises you. You feel her hands close around yours and the girl pulls you into her room with a grin. You decide to let her have this eagerness, as it suits the role you have planned for her. “And I can’t wait to show all my friends that I’m finally yours.” Once again she hugs you, presses herself close to you, rubs her body against yours and presses a big, loving but also demanding kiss on your cheek. “But now…” She smiles cheekily and moves into her room, motioning for you to sit down. You let yourself fall onto her soft, untidy bed and feel like you’re in a dream. Then Noelle stands in front of you, looking incredibly good in her cheerleading uniform. “Now tell me what to wear when you make me yours.”

She puts her hands on her hips and pushes one leg out. Her white skirt hugs her skin and her blue top ends just above her belly button. Noelle sees your reaction and rolls her eyes, but smiles at you.

“The classic, right?” she asks, running her hands over her body. “How many times have you looked at me over the years?” You can only shake your head, Noelle looks so beautiful. “And I’ve never noticed. Well, sometimes I did. But I’m here for you now. Will you take me in this uniform? I’m the head cheerleader. Everyone at school would respect you in a heartbeat.” Then her fingers hook under her skirt and pull it up, exposing the space between her thighs, and finally you see a flash of red. “But of course you don’t need that. I’ve noticed that you’re a great guy and the others will see that too.” She turns around and slips her skirt down, exposing a pair of red lace panties with silk edges. “You can just take me naked,” she says with satisfaction. “Finn Lynchwood doesn’t need a cheerleader. Everyone should see that I’m your slut.” She turns around again. Then she pulls off her top. She has prepared herself well. Her red bra must have been expensive as hell. “No one has seen me in this,” she whispers as she walks towards you. “My body is all yours. Do you want it naked?” But you can’t answer. Noelle is so beautiful and somehow you’ve forgotten that you have divine powers. “Or in my underwear?”

She deftly swings her slender legs next to you, sits down on your lap and presses her red panties against your mighty tent in your pants. Her eyes flicker as she touches you, feeling you against her, and a fleeting smile flits across her lips.

“My God…” she breathes, moving her hips slightly in a circle. “That I missed that all the time…” She increases the pressure on your cock and you feel her heat through the three layers of fabric between you. Then her forehead touches yours, warm and a little damp. “I can wear my school uniform too if…”

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You don’t have to wait any longer, you can’t. You’ve been in love with Noelle for too long and now she’s willingly sitting on your lap and offering herself to you. You don’t care if it’s immoral. It’s just right for you and you love the powers you have.

You press your lips to Noelle’s and kiss your girl wildly and passionately. The girl flinches in surprise at first, but then she squeals with delight and wraps her arms around your neck. Her lips part willingly and her nose presses against yours as her hot breath flows between her lips. Then your tongues meet in an intense wrestling match. Noelle captures your tongue with hers and you hear her wanton moans as your hands lift and wrap around her body. She is so hot and willing, pressing and rubbing against you as your tongues tackle with each other. Your mouths are wet from saliva and you feel the cool air of the room on your skin as you feel Noelle’s heart pumping in her chest.

“I love you, Finn,” she breathlessly squeezes out from between her lips as you hold her to you. “My God, I love you so much. Thank you for… Thank you…” She can’t finish the sentence, you become more and more demanding. And finally, you remember who you are.

“I love you too my dirty little alpha slut.” Your girl giggles happily and in love, then your lips press together again. But soon you realize that Noelle is letting you lead her more and more. She remembers her role and now that you’ve made her happy she can fully take on the role you intended for her.

Her body bends under you as you lay her back on the bed. Then you kneel over her and contemplate the wonder that is this girl. She looks at you expectantly and excitedly. Then her eyes grow wide as you take off your shirt and pants.

“Oh… Lord…” Your underpants almost tear as your massive cock pushes against the fabric like a wild animal.

“Don’t worry,” you remind yourself, “this is going to be the best sex of your life. My cock is the best you’ve ever felt.” Noelle blinks and swallows hard, but doesn’t move as your pants fall down. Naked and in full splendor, the girl can admire you.

“Wow,” she breathes. You lean forward, driven by the desire for paradise. Your fingers wrap around the fabric of her red panties, silky and delicate, and tug hard. Noelle presses her legs together as you quickly and firmly tear the piece from her legs. And then she spreads her legs for you.

by Writing Shark

Isabel gets introduced

“My lord,” says Lilian, nibbling on her god’s neck.

“Who is this?” he asks, looking to Isabel who begins to tremble with excitement. “Do I know her?” As his eyes turn to her Isabel as if she can fall into her warm, soft bed and relax after a long day in the cold. Being near him makes the girl happy.

“Not yet,” her sister breathes. She crouches in front of him, turning around to Isabel while her hands are on his shoulders.

“She looks beautiful.” Isabel can’t suppress a longing moan. Everything in her screams to rush to him and offer herself. “Did you get her? As a gift?” He gives his girl a friendly wink.

“N…” Lilian almost chokes, “No my lord. This is… this is Isabel. She is… is…”

“Hey, what’s wrong?” The man strokes Lilian’s cheek and his girl also whimpers contentedly.

And then she grabs his arm and pulls his hand away.

Thank you, sister, thinks Isabel who now sees what a monumental effort it is to resist the lord. I’ll never forget about that.

“This is Isabel,” Lilian begins again. “My… s-sister.” Now it’s out.

The young man, still held conseled by his bedsheet, raises his eyebrows, looks from one girl to the other, then back again.

“Okay…” he says, slightly doubtful. “You know that we… have been here for a long time… right?” Lilian already takes a breath but Isabel rushes forward.

“My lord, may I speak? It is a long story that connects me with Lilian but it is almost a truth. Lilian and I are family, but…” Then she tells the story of her life. She speaks quickly, swallows her words at several points, wants to protect Lilian, to show her that she is a good sister, that the age difference is not important. “So it doesn’t matter which generation I belong to. What matters is that I want to serve you, voluntarily, without magic or manipulation.” Astonished, Isabel feels a tear running down her warm cheek and quickly wipes it away. Lilian, on the other hand, looks at her icily while her hands rest feather-light on his shoulders and massage him. The younger sister knows that she has done a lot wrong, especially not to submit to him. Maybe her plan to see the man in the god will work. Or she will be destroyed. But one night with Lilian was simply not enough to make her so humble. She just wants to protect her.

“You want to be with your sister” the god states and hugs Lilian intimately who melts against his body and hums softly.

“I’ll pay any price for that.” But the man looks to Lilian.

“Please do with us what you think is right my Lord” she whispers and she too has a tear on her cheek. “I have failed you. I am so sorry. I wasn’t strong enough.” She sniffles softly. “I was only supposed to serve you but…” Then his lips press down on hers and her body stiffens in a small but intense orgasm.

“Lilian, please don’t be such a stupid thing” he laughs and nudges her nose with his. Isabel is not the only one who can’t breathe.

“I only serve you” stammers her big sister.

“And I want you to be happy” he grins and shakes his head slightly. “Are you happy with her near you?” Isabel stiffens as well as their gazes turn to her. She’s so hot, her pussy throbbing like hell, the blood racing in her veins and her breath rattling. She wants to sleep with this man, fuck him, be taken by him, serve at his feet. She almost comes at the thought of serving him together with her sister. United for all eternity.

“Yes.” It’s almost a whisper. “Yes, I would be.”

“Fine!” He straightens up so quickly that Lilian bolts from his lap and remains seated in her wet robe. “Then let’s begin.” In his robe, he swings himself out of bed, circles the bodies of the girls lying on the floor, and saunters toward Isabel. Lilian has trouble moving, but is soon at his side.

It is so hard to resist him. Isabel’s legs grow weak, she almost falls to her knees. The place at his feet. Isabel moans lustfully.

“Then you already know all the conditions that come with living here.” Isabel can only nod. She has spent a lifetime preparing for this moment but now she is lost in his eyes. He is so much stronger than in her wildest imagination. “I like that you want to be with her. Lilian could use a real friend.” Then he stands in front of Isabel, she looks up at him with wide eyes. She wants to reach out her hands to him. She wants to finally give up, throw herself around his neck and make him fuck her for years. But she has to be strong. She must resist him, not fall for him. Not completely. She has to… “And I like that you don’t want to submit to me.” Then he smiles kindly but Isabel sees the power in his eyes. “Let’s see if you can stay true to your principles”.

Then he pulls the robe off his shoulders.

by Writing Shark

Isabel meets her new god

“Good morning my lord.”

Lilian pays no further attention to Isabel the second the two enter the huge room. While Isabel remains standing at the door, scared to death, Lilian strides through the already familiar chaos of an all-day fuckfest, prancing over senselessly fucked and confusedly babbling girls.

“Ah, Lilian my beauty” Isabel hears a cheerful male voice. She has imagined the voice of God differently. Curious, she takes a step into the room but bumps into two naked and sticky bodies. Fascinated, she sees the two cum-covered bodies lying in front of her, intimately intertwined and breathing softly. Then a shrill scream from the bed draws her attention.

Two girls have just tumbled out of the huge, soft bed and are lying on the floor at Lilian’s feet. She looks at them and points to the door.

“Go to the infirmary.” The two girls hurry quickly across the room, past the shocked Isabel. As they limp past her, Isabel sees the sore bottoms of the two girls, but also notices their tear-streaked but satisfied faces. She guesses what fate may befall her, but she notices the plump buttocks and knows what her new god likes to do with them. She has to swallow hard.

“My lord, I have something to confess to you,” she hears her sister’s voice from the bed. Isabel gets ready. Still she doesn’t see who Lilian is talking to, something that only makes her more nervous.

“That can wait” she hears the man’s voice. Then she sees two big, muscular arms wrapping around the slender figure of Lilian. “I’ve missed you.”

“My lord I…” Then she sees her sister’s long, pure legs fly into the air while the young man pulls her on top of him. Her thin robe flies up and Isabel sees her sister’s perfectly shaved cunt for the first time. “My Lord… I… Oh God… Oh my God…” perplexed Isabel watches from the doorway as Lilian begins to writhe in his grip like a possessed snake. “I serve you…my God I serve you…you are everything to me…”

“Come for me my beauty.”

“Gooood! My gooood! My goood!”

Isabel slaps her hands in front of her mouth as she watches her sister come to an orgasm only through foreplay that she has never even dreamed of in all her nineteen years. Transparent juice squirts out in several spurts from between Lilian’s legs, across the bed and into the sheets as her legs twitch and Isabel gets a glimpse of her gushing opening.

Lilian, meanwhile, seems to have forgotten everything around her, clings to the man still covered by her and the sheets as if her life depended on it and experiences another, then another and, Isabel is sure, a fourth divinely intense orgasm.

While she stands dazed in the room, the six maids enter but remain standing against the wall waiting, while kissing and smacking sounds emanate from the bed. Isabel sees several more naked bodies but none of the two kissing on the bed pays any attention to them.

The lovemaking of the two continues for several minutes until Lilian can obviously think so clearly again that something other than him has room in her head. Now Isabel understands somewhat what her sister meant.

“My lord, I… I have to tell you something.” Isabel sees Lilian sit up. And then she sees the young man below her. An incredible body rises. Steel-hard muscles, perfect physique, full hair, striking features, clear, shining eyes, pure skin, perfect teeth and an incredible smile. In a second Isabel feels the dull throbbing between her thighs. In an instant she becomes hot and cold. Her skin tingles, her lips get wet from saliva and her mouth is slightly open while her breathing accelerates. Her heart races, her feet soften and her hands begin to tremble slightly with adrenaline.

She knew roughly what to expect, processed and analyzed what little she could glean from the confused but happy returnees from the domicile. Then she spent years preparing. She trained, perfected her skin. She learned manners and acquired every sex position imaginable. She has focused her life on one purpose, to be the best possible fuck and companion. She is an angel on the street and a whore in the sheets, or wherever else. Or she is an angel in bed. She is flexible, not only in body but also in mind. She can adapt quickly, is sexy and chaste, kinky and educated. She has trained her mind and body to be the perfect girl.

Now she sees his body and everything in her is thrown into confusion. The fact alone of being so incredibly unprepared is what throws her off her game. Just the sight of the man she has been preparing for since the day she learned she had a sister makes her wet and willing. The sight of him sets animalistic, primeval urges in motion inside her and suddenly it’s not her sister or the world outside that counts. Isabel feels the all-consuming need, the urge to submit to this man and become a part of his life.

And then she fights down the urge.

She almost doesn’t make it but she sees how happy and content her sister is in his arms and Isabel doesn’t want Lilian to take the risk of bringing her here and end up with a disappointment. No, she has a plan. Isabel must not become just another number on a list. She must become someone for this divine man Lilian is proud of. Only then can Isabel unite her sister’s happiness with her ambitions and Isabel’s.

by Writing Shark

Noelle is yours

“Noelle honey!” Your heartbeat still speeds up a bit as you hear her adorable voice.

“What Dad? I’m busy.” Quite the bitchy teenage girl. Her father giggles at the foot of the stairs.

“Finn’s here to take you!” There’s silence for a moment, then you hear rumbling in her room, a door flies open, and then you see her. Noelle is coming down the stairs. She’s wearing her cheerleading uniform, tube socks and Keds. Her ponytail bounces over her shoulders and she skips down the last few steps of the stairs while you stand next to her father. The girl barely knows you and for most of her life, she didn’t care about you a bit. But now you see the blush on her cheeks, the perfect makeup and her bright smile. She’s come out of her shell and made an effort to look adorable for you.

“Hey Finn,” she says, narrowing her eyes and smiling at you almost shyly. You know her manner from school, and there’s nothing genuine about it. Lynn’s devotion is absolute. Noelle is just doing everything to please you. But right now that’s enough for you, you would never have dreamed that those beautiful eyes would one day be directed at you with such a look. But then they turn to her father and darken. “Damn, dad! How long has Finn been here?”

“About half an hour,” her father growls, rubbing the back of his head. “We’ve been talking and Lynn has been satisfying his penis.” Mister Moore sounds a little indignant. Apparently, Noelle’s beauty has gone to her head and she’s let Lynn play the role of the well-behaved daughter. That’s just fine with you.

“Hey, sis,” Noelle gushes. “Then you’ll get some dick too. Good exercise.”

“Finn’s dick is all I need,” Lynn says for the first time somewhat since she’s been in her parents’ house. “He’s going to decide my life from here on out.”

“Good for you,” Noelle says with a shrug. “I’m looking forward to walking you through it. I’ll be happy to give you pointers.” Then she looks at you. “So, here I am, at your disposal. What can I do for you, Finn?” You look at the girl and see an eagerness in her eyes that you don’t know from her. It seems that Noelle really takes you seriously, but you also recognize a self-assurance in her movements that you could already observe. Noelle knows about her beauty and her influence on boys, including you. You can’t let your dream girl think she’s earned her place next to you.

“As for that Noelle,” you say, clenching your jaw for a moment. But it doesn’t help. You’re the one in charge. “Yes, I’m going to take you as my possession. You’re too hot to just walk around free like that.” Noelle stretches proudly, presenting you her tits under the thin shirt of her uniform. “But I haven’t decided what I’m going to do with you yet.” At first, the girl hesitates, looking to her sister.

“But you’re fucking my little sister, aren’t you?” You nod your head. “Then you can fuck me, too. I’m much prettier than she is. And besides…”

“You’re not going to decide which one of you I fuck and which one I don’t Noelle,” you say sternly. Then you wave her into the middle of the room. As dishes clatter from the kitchen you circle Noelle and look at her.

“Sorry,” the girl says a little meekly. “I just thought after you told me this morning… And with my sister…” You put your finger to her beautiful lips and silence her.

“That’s okay. I’ll do the talking for you from now on.” She nods and your finger glides over her supple lips as you literally see her beautiful head empty, just waiting for you to fill it with the right things. Under the eyes of her parents and sister, you gladly oblige. “It’s actually quite simple,” you say, watching the girl relax. “You’ve always had a mayor crush on me, ever since you first saw me at school.” Noelle’s eyes widen and her mouth drops open but she remains calm as you said. But her eyes get moist as the big secret comes out finally and she doesn’t know what that means. But you help her. “You always liked me and secretly wanted to be with me. But you’ve just been too stupid. One stupid thing after another. You could have just asked me. Or you could have realized how I felt about you. But unfortunately, you chose the wrong way and got together with the losers from the football team. You had a lot of friends but secretly you only ever wanted me.” Noelle begins to tremble slightly as you continue to look at her and you notice your words gnawing at her. Good thing. She should feel what it’s like to desire someone unattainable. But unlike her, her former ‘self’, you are nice. “You thought you were making an impression on me with your manner, but you had the exact opposite effect. And now you’re ashamed. You’re so ashamed that you already have so many boyfriends and can barely offer me anything.”

“Yes…” is the only word that breaks out of her. Her despair is so great that even your powers can’t hold back her grief, and even Lynn raises her head while her father presses his fist to his lips. Noelle’s eyes well up, her lips tremble and she looks miserably pale as she tries to make eye contact with you, failing every time and looking down at her quivering fingers.

“But you can make it up to me. Do you want me to tell you how?” Noelle drops to her knees all by herself and wraps her arms around you. She presses her firm body against your legs and rubs her cheek against your pants in a desperate move to be close to you.

“Yes, my god yes! Please tell me what I can do! I’ll do anything for you! Anything at all! Please, Finn! Tell me what I need to do! Please!”

“You put all your energy into the only task that matters to you anymore. No more friends, no more family, no more sister. I’m the only thing left in your life.” Noelle nods wildly and presses herself even closer to you. And you are happy. “You know you blew your chance at true love when you chose those jerks over me. But you want to make it up to me. You finally got the chance to prove yourself to me.” You take a deep breath, think about it for a moment, and then come to a decision. “And that makes you happy. I don’t like unhappy sluts. But you’re a happy slut, aren’t you Noelle?”

“Yes! Yes I’m the luckiest slut there is! Thank you, Finn! Thank you!”

“Whose slut are you?”

“I’m your slut. Yours alone! Thank you for letting me be your slut.”

“Not only that,” you say, allowing yourself a satisfied smile as Noelle looks at you out of teary happy eyes. “You’re going to be my alpha slut. I’m going to have lots of sluts.”

“You deserve all the sluts you want Finn. And I’m going to be the very best slut ever! Because… Because… Because I love you.” She starts to cry bitterly. She has finally revealed her true feelings to you. You could have had Noelle as a girlfriend. But to do that, she could have just taken you. You would have loved to become her little puppy. Now the roles are reversed. That gives you an idea, but you pursue it later. Now, with Noelle Moore at your feet, there’s only one thing you want to do.

“Stand up Noelle,” you say and she obeys immediately. She sways a bit, but then she stands in front of you in her uniform and looks at you expectantly. She smiles a smile you have never seen on her before. It is honest, loving, trusting and filled with desire. You are Noelle’s world. You put your hands on her chest, leaving it over her uniform. A comforting shiver runs through Noelle and she closes her eyes.

“I’ve waited so long for this” she breathes and as she looks at you she says, “I love you, Finn.” You win.

“Surely you want to try your girl out, don’t you boy?” her father asks helpfully. “You can take her upstairs and test her out at your leisure.”

“A good idea” you say without taking your eyes off the girl of your dreams. She giggles excitedly.

The truth is that now, you are not so sure what girlfriend even means. Yes you are angry at Noelle, but you although don’t wan’t Lynn to feel unhappy. Or any other slut you will get. For now, girlfriend is a word which value you need to find out in a world where you can take everything you want.

“Can I come with you?” Lynn asks quietly, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Oh you’re cute” you grin and move your hands from one sister to the other. “Unfortunately, no. I want to see Noelle’s body alone first.” You look over at the older girl who smiles at you happily. “Sex with her can take a while. I’ve been waiting for this body for a long time.” Lynn pouts. “And I have an extra task for you.” You pull out your phone and text her a few things. “Go into town and buy the things I sent you. But no contact with other men.” Lynn nods eagerly and hurries out of the room without even looking at her parents.

“How long will it take you with my daughter?” her mother wants to know from the kitchen. “The food…”

“Can wait. Her cunt has done without my cock for too long” you reply matter-of-factly.

“Mum, I belong to Finn now” explains her daughter. “Food and all that other stuff don’t matter.” She rolls her eyes and turns back to you. “Would you like to inspect me here or upstairs in my room? I’ve always dreamed that you fuck me on my bed. Jet was never allowed to do that.” She looks at you submissively, apparently hoping to comfort you with that. Successfully. You put your hand on her ass and lead her upstairs.

by Writing Shark

Family business

Finally, the time has come. You’re standing in front of the house next door, Noelle’s house, ready to take a small step for you and a giant step for all the nerds and losers who want to bang a cheerleader. Okay, that step might be bigger for you than it is for everyone else. And because of that, you might puke with excitement. You haven’t had your powers long, and as pompous as you talk, it’s Noelle waiting for you behind the white-painted wooden door.

But you’re not the boy you used to be, living in the shadow of the girls you can’t reach. You have changed and it’s time you realize it. The best proof of your newfound superiority is Lynn. She stands next to you, still shaking in the aftermath of the last orgasm you gave her. Behind her ruffled look of satisfaction, concern flickers about what will happen to her when you claim her big sister as yours. But as you put your hand on her shoulder you also see the unconditional loyalty to you and your cock twitches in your pants. Maybe it’s because of the skimpy outfit she’s still wearing from school or because she doesn’t have any underwear on or just because her clothes got messed up from the last time you had sex with her. Everyone who meets her immediately sees what she has done and shame and pride can be found in her behavior as well as lust and desire.

No, you are not the person you were a few days ago and this is not about a nobody who wants to ask the most beautiful girl in town out on a date. With that thought, you enter Moore’s property, Lynn obediently one step behind you, and knock on the door. The girl at your side has a key but you have it all planned out. One last moment of hesitation, but that’s when Mister Moore opens the door. He looks at you, then at his daughter, then back at you. He’s big, strong and would kill you if he knew what you’ve done.

“Finn,” he says, smiling. “What brings you to us? Are you bringing our daughter back to us?” He gives you a friendly grin and says nothing about the fact that his youngest looks like she’s been through a meat grinder. Lynn says nothing as well and stands behind you. It’s clear who her loyalty belongs to from now on.

“It is indeed about your daughter Mister Moore,” you say.

“Come in then.” The man waves you through the door. “Take off your shoes please.” You are happy to do that for the man, having taken his youngest daughter from him. The fact that he says nothing to Lynn is a good sign. She has spread your virus far and wide and apparently enough time has passed to make you unassailable in this house. Mister Moore leads you into the living room and offers you a seat on the sofa. Lynn obediently sits down next to you and lowers her gaze. After Mister Moore has offered you and Lynn a glass of apple juice each, he sits down as well and his eyes fall on his daughter.

“It’s good to have you back,” he says to her, but Lynn just looks to the floor, then to you, then back to the floor. She still has to get used to her position but is making great progress.

“Oh, excuse me, Mister Moore,” you say kindly, taking the pressure off Lynn as you promised her. “Lynn has sworn not to look at any other man, not to talk to any man, and not to touch any other man but me.”

“Oh… I… understand…” mumbles Lynn’s father as your newly created reality burns itself into his brain. Then he shakes himself and addresses you. “I thought something like that when she didn’t come home. I take it you two are…together now?” You can’t blame him for turning to you.

“Not really. Your daughter is mine from now on, yes. But I’m not sure yet how she can best serve me.”

“Of course. Well, my princess…”

“She is my princess now sir, please respect that.”

“Oh yes. So, your princess is a neat, tidy girl. Maybe she can clean your apartment? Or do your homework?” You can’t believe it but here sits a father helping you make his little princess your slave. “I have always treated her properly and fairly, but I have also expected a lot from her. I’m sure she won’t give you any trouble and will always listen to you.” In fact, you see pride in his gaze as he looks at Lynn and talks about her. Then he clears his throat. “Have you two had… if you don’t mind me asking…”

“Sex? Oh yes of course.” You can’t believe it but must do so if you want to continue.

“So… how was my daughter for you? Was she… satisfying?” Mister Moore’s face actually turns red. “Sorry to ask, boy, but a father’s duty, after all, is to prepare his daughter for the world out there.” Your cock throbs wildly as you think of Lynn’s twitching body on top of you.

“Don’t worry Mister Moore, Lynn is tight and wet and I have nothing to complain about.” At these words you gently stroke the girl’s hair and she smiles in satisfaction. Then you gently push down her torso. You are no longer surprised but Mister Moore says nothing as his youngest daughter unbuttons your fly, but then his jaw drops.

“Oh… okay…” he mumbles as his princess tries to force your massive stiff member into her small mouth. “Aren’t you hurting her with that… I mean, if that’s the way you want it…”

“See here” you laugh and force your hand under her short school skirt and lift the piece of fabric upwards. Out of instinct, Lynn spreads her thighs, letting her father see everything. Your fingers run through her wet opening and as you show the man the strings spreading between your fingers he exhales in relief. “My princess is an obedient well-behaved girl. She’s sweet and I like her innocent ways. So don’t worry. I don’t think I’ll be pushing her too hard anytime soon. But I’ll certainly dress her a little more daringly.” You pat one of her ass cheeks with your hand. “I like to show off my toys.” Mister Moore nods with satisfaction.

“Thanks kid. I always knew you were a good one.” You nod amicably across the table while Lynn bends her petite body over your lap, licking and sucking absentmindedly. Then it’s time.

“But, Mister Moore, I’m actually here for a completely different reason,” you say, pressing Lynn’s head a little lower on you. As her body tenses, her father pays no attention to her and just looks at you.

“Are you here to pick up Lynn’s clothes?” he asks curiously. “I know she has sexy lingerie,” he says, chuckling. “She thinks she can hide it from her parents but her mom found the clothes recently and…”

“No, no Mister Moore. I prefer my Lynn naked at my house.” You take a breath, but you have no more worries. No more worries in life. “I’m actually here for your other daughter.” The scales fall from Mister Moore’s eyes.

“Of course,” he exclaims loudly as Lynn’s lips close around your shaft and she begins to gag wildly. “I had a feeling something had happened” Mister Moore laughs. “Noelle came in all excited from practice and disappeared right into her room. I figured it had something to do with a boy.”

“Yeah,” you shrug. “Noelle has a lot of admirers at our school. Has she had many boyfriends? And how many times has she had sex?” The man’s expression darkens a bit.

“Well, Noelle is a pretty girl… That’s probably why you want her.” Interesting. So her father thinks Noelle is the pretty one and Lynn is the good one. “I always try to keep her friends to a minimum. I’m sure you know Jet.” You both roll your eyes and share a manly moment while the young girl is fellating you with religious devotion.

“I also think Noelle deserves someone better.”

“You must mean you.” You nod. “I have to say it saddens me to lose both my daughters at the same time. I’m sure their mother will be heartbroken.”

“No need to worry, Mr. Moore. It’s only right that I take your daughters as my own.”

“Yeah boy, you’re right. At least Noelle will be staying with a friend.” He grins and eyes you. “Maybe I’ll get grandchildren, too. That would help my wife, too.”

“That depends on how well-behaved Noelle has been so far. So you’re saying she’s had a lot of boyfriends?” You talk with the man while holding Lynn’s head down with one hand while sipping on your apple juice with the other.

“Yes, unfortunately. I know of four over the last few years. And as for sex, we try to keep our house clean.” He looks at Lynn who isn’t paying attention to him and continues to struggle down your cock. Your hand is on her head, absently stroking her hair now. You click your tongue in disappointment.

“Your former daughter turned my head quite a bit, Mister Moore. But she never paid any attention to me. As for Lynn, I quickly knew what place she would have in my life. With my other Moore girl, that has yet to be seen. Please excuse me a moment…” Noelle’s former father nods in understanding and waits patiently as you place your hands on Lynn’s head and with a deep groan, empty yourself inside her in several hard thrusts. Under her father’s gaze, the girl swallows as much as she can, then coughs and catches half of your juice in her dainty hands. Mister Moore says nothing as his former daughter licks her palms with her pink tongue, taking in all your juice while you coat her forehead with your three last shots. When she’s finished you rise, letting her rest on the sofa, “I think I’ll take a look at Noelle first and see how she reacts to me before I decide what she’s going to become for me.”

“Understandable,” Mister Moore says, rising as well.

“Lynn,” you address the girl and she stands next to you, her head lowered again, cum dripping don’t he neatly cleaned ruck. Then you both hear a key turn in the front door and another person enters the house.

“That’s my wife!” says Mister Moore, hurrying past you and the fuck that used to be his youngest daughter. “Elenor!” he calls out. “Elenor honey come here!” His voice even sounds cheerful and he hugs the woman who comes into the room moments later. After Mister Moore separates from his wife, he looks at Lynn.

“Honey, you’re back. And…” Then she sees Lynn’s cum-smeared wobbly body and glazed lips. Your girl looks her mother in the eye and smiles overjoyed, just not for the reason Miss Moore suspects. “What happened to you?” Then the woman looks at you. “Finn? What…” Her husband puts a hand on her shoulders reassuringly.

“It’s all right honey,” her husband says. “We didn’t had to worry about Lynn. It turns out Finn has taken ownership of her.”

“Finn owns my daughter?”

“She’s not our daughter anymore, honey,” Mr. Moore says calmly. Always having to explain everything twice to women. “She belongs to Finn now. And he’s here to take Noelle as well.” You see the struggle in the eyes of the loving mother, but your powers win and simply rewrite her worldview as well. You see the fire of affection go out in her eyes as she looks at Lynn and indeed your girl reaches for your hand pleadingly as she sees the affection go out in her mother’s eyes.

“I understand,” Miss Morre says, looking at you. She swallows hard but then nods her head. “I’m sure you’ll take good care of my… your girls.” She almost exhales in relief. “Then we’ll have two more rooms at our disposal now.” You pause. “You’ve always wanted a hobby room honey, and I can set up my gym in the other room.” Blinking several times, you wipe the surprise from your face. “Just please make sure your girls behave properly and listen to you, okay? Lynn is an angel and you’ll have a lot of fun with her but Noelle…”

“Yes Miss Moore, her husband already told me that. Where is Noelle anyway?”

“She’s upstairs,” says her father. “In the shower I guess. She said she wanted to make herself pretty for someone.”

“Do you like make-up Finn?” asks Noelle’s ex-mother. “Then I’m sure you’ll appreciate Noelle. She always dresses like a whore.”

“Elenor!” her husband exclaims, somewhat indignantly. “Finn will dress her up as he sees fit.” You put an arm around Lynn. The girl has behaved well and left your dick clean but you’re already so stiff again you can barely hold yourself together.

“I think it’s time Mister Moore,” you say, looking up. Lynn follows your gaze.

“Of course Finn my boy. Shall I call Noelle down or would you like to surprise her in her… my new hobby room?” He winks at you. “She runs around there in her underwear all the time.” You think about it and realize that your powers have opened up a whole new dimension. Taking the Moore’s mere two daughters turns out to be as easy as buying groceries on sale at the supermarket. All you have to do is grab it. You just have to make sure it’s as convenient as possible for you.

“I want to give Noelle a chance to say goodbye to her family. Call her down, please.”

“Sure thing, kid,” Mr. Moore says, heading for the stairs.

“And I’ll make us something to eat,” says Miss Moore. “Would you like some, Finn, or do you want to go straight home to try out your new girl?” You smile at her kindly.

“Thank you, Miss Morre, I would love to have dinner with you and your husband.” The two girls won’t see their parents for a very long time and you want to make their parting as easy as possible. After all, they are following you blindly and if they are dedicating their lives to you, you might as well be nice to them instead of just ordering them to forget about their parents.

by Writing Shark

Isabel is shown around

“Hey! Get up!” Roughly, Isabel is jerked out of her wild, confused dreams. Standing over her is Lilian, looking at her with barely fading disdain. “Time to start your new life, doll.”

“Doll?” Tiredly Isabel straightens up and rubs her eyes. She feels as if she has slept only a couple of hours. Lilian tosses her some clothes. “Until we know what the lord makes of you, you’re just a meat doll to me. Put this on.” Annoyed, Lilian watches Isabel trying to say something. Her mouth opens, but then she decides otherwise and quickly stands up.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Maybe there is hope after all” Lilian quips and watches disinterestedly as Isabel peels herself out of her pale nightgown. With a little more interest she looks at the girl’s firm body. It is well-trained, flexible and certainly fuckable enough to please her lord. But somehow she would still appreciate it if he would just turn the brazen little girl into a drooling something and bring the matter to a close. Lilian was also having a restless night. “Follow me.”

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Lilian bolts swiftly and gracefully through the estate’s long, sumptuously decorated corridors, Isabel always a step behind her. While the (perhaps decades) older girl looks at her tablet and plans the day, Isabel looks around the estate conspicuously.

“Good morning Mistress” is the most common greeting, uttered by the many maids in their skimpy black and white outfits who are already buzzing around the estate like humming little bees. Isabel is astonished.

“People respect you.”

“I make sure they have access to their god,” Lilian says absently without looking up. “They are grateful to me for that.” Isabel nods, but sees several other girls besides the maids. Blinking, she sees through several wall-high windows a large group of cheerleaders doing their warm-up exercises. That doesn’t surprise Isabel. But the next one is.

“Why are they doing that?” she asks as they pass a human checkerboard. Several dozen girls stand in makeup and whorish costumes, dressed as chess pieces, in a sprawling park. Isabel stops at the railing of the skywalk through which she and Lilian are passing and looks at the scenes. A girl with long white boots, skimpy panties with a long tail on them and a rein in her mouth is bending over a girl lying on the ground wrapped in a black linen bag. All girls are holding oversized dildos or wear long strap-ons in the appropriate colors.

“Horse beats pawn,” Lilian says. “Are you that stupid or do you have no sense of classical thinking?” Isabel shakes her head and tears herself away from the scene, but can’t get the pained/lustful look of the pawn girl in black out of her head.

“I mean, why do they stay like that? Isn’t the master…” Isabel falters as Lilian turns abruptly.

“I told you the lord decides what happens to you, doll. If he wants you to become one of his chess pieces then he makes you one.”

“But why…”

“It’s an honor for these girls to stand there for his pleasure day and night until he decides to play another round of chess.”

“But that must hurt…”

“It’s an honor,” Lilian hisses, and Isabel goes quiet. She lowers her eyes in shame.

“Yes. An honor. I’m sorry Mistress.”

“It’s okay.” Luckily Isabel looks to the ground otherwise she would see the startled expression on Lilian’s face. “He… oh damn… He’s not as evil as he seems. I talked to the pawns. They are happy and in no pain… as long as they don’t get anal fucked I mean… most of the time anyway…” Now Lilian shakes her head. “You don’t understand. If he wants then he can make anything out of us. And we want that. We have no pain as long as he doesn’t want that. Those figures there, it’s the fulfillment of their dreams. All of our dreams are being fulfilled here.” A beeping sound on the tablet distracts her. “Now shut up and follow me. The lord should be up soon.”

---

Finally, the two girls stop in front of an oversized door. Isabel puts her head back but Lilian grabs her by the shoulders.

“Now listen to me carefully, doll…sister.” Isabel smiles but Lilian is serious. “No matter what is about to happen, you will obey the lord. Usually, he has already enchanted the girls, controlled them, but you don’t. He doesn’t know you’re coming, I think… So do what he says. You’ve never been in so much danger as you are now, understand?” Isabel nods. Then Lilian steps back… and does nothing. For two minutes she waits outside the door, together with six maids standing in line next to the door. The girls watch Isabel out of the corner of their eyes, but do not move. For the first time, the newcomer sees harsh looks from the other girls, dismissive and snooty. Isabel gets scared. But it is too late for that. After a beep, Lilian rushes forward and opens the door. And Isabel is pulled into the room as if by an invisible pull of fate.

by Writing Shark

Isabel takes her chance

“What?” Lilian pauses again. That can’t be, doesn’t make sense. She has lived in this palace with her master for as long as she can remember. She never leaves him, especially going outside. She sees and evaluates every girl he wants for himself and manages their transfer to the bliss of the palace. “What do you mean?”

“The way I say it. I know you, Lilian.” The girl, Isabel, looks her firmly in the eyes. Something in her gaze unsettles the servant of God, a feeling she doesn’t like very much.

“It doesn’t matter,” she says defiantly. “I have more important things to do than stand here.” But the girl is pretty. Very pretty. Lilian has looked at enough flesh to recognize the qualities of the body behind the gate right away. “So tell me what you want or we end this conversation right now.” The dynamic shifts slightly in Lilian’s favor and Isabel takes a step back and holds out her arms.

“Isn’t it obvious?” she asks, perhaps a bit defiantly but with a warm smile. “I want a job.”

“A job. Like…”

“Like all the girls in this palace.” Isabel’s smile changes a bit, becoming more urgent but remaining friendly. “I want to be part of your world.”

“M-My world?” This throws the servant off her stride. But when Isabel nods, she becomes angry. “It’s not my world!” she hisses, not understanding herself what’s going on at first, but then she does. “It belongs to him. We’re his.” The thought of making such a bitchy, smug, arrogant offering to her god makes her sick. “He doesn’t take just anyone. And besides, he’s the one who chooses his servants. Just because you think you’re pretty doesn’t mean you’ll automatically be accepted into the small circle of lucky ones who can serve him.” Lilian’s face turns white. She does not know if she has already revealed too much. She doesn’t know the feeling of anger well anymore, she’s been happy for so long, but she’s afraid (also something new) that she’s gone too far, revealed too much, put her master in danger.”

“I know he kidnaps people,” Isabel says now, but sounds calm, almost placating. “He takes what he wants and no one can stop him. He takes daughters from mothers, mothers and daughters from families, wives from husbands, singles, just anyone he wants.” Isabel shrugs. “At least he makes sure they’re all happy… I guess.” Lilian is speechless. She’s never thought of it that way. No, she doesn’t want to see it that way! She sees how the girls and women are who live here. It doesn’t get any better than this. This is heaven, paradise, a Garden of Eden of beauty and security and sexual fulfillment!

“But then what do you want…” She shakes her head.

“Like I said, I want to be involved. To be a part of what’s going on behind that golden gate.” Isabel leans against the bars and looks deep into Lilian’s eyes. The dynamic has shifted again.

“Look at me, Lilian. You know I will please him. I am beautiful and strong. I have prepared my body for him all my life, taken literature classes every day, trained my body in sports and gymnastics for years. Yes, it’s true, I know a lot about him and you and what you’re doing here. But I don’t care about that. I…” Her eyes flicker. “I have my own reasons why I want to be here. And I don’t care what I have to do to get it. I just want an audience with him and to explain myself to him personally.” Now Lilian has to laugh.

“Why do you think he would listen to you.” She spitefully points between the legs of the young and beautiful girl. “You’re fuckable, I’ll give you that. But he’ll make you his silent slave in a second if he wants.”

“That’s right. And if that’s what he wants, then I have nothing to resist him with. Except you.”

“What?” But Isabel reaches through the bars and pulls Lilian to her even before the guards can react.

“You can tell him to let me speak Lilian. You have the power to do that.” Lilian makes big eyes. “Tell him to let me speak, that’s all I want.”

“Hey!” Two sexy-dressed guards try to separate the two girls.

“After that, he can do what he wants with me but he just has to listen. For a minute.” The guards separate the two but Lilian can’t take her eyes off Isabel. What’s wrong with this girl?

“Why?” And Isabel smiles. She smiles directly at Lilian. Warmly. Warmly.

“Because you and I are family, Lilian.”

---

“That was a mistake.” And Lilian doesn’t make mistakes. But yet, here she sits now.

“And yet we are sitting here now” Isabel replies. “I don’t think you make a mistake with that.” Lilian just looks at Isabel angrily.

The two sit in Lilian’s office if one can call it that. A medium-sized room, filled with folders, the profiles of the girls who live here, a large, expensive PC running feeds from the palace and a display of where her master is at this moment. In front of her are the plans for the next day. She is already behind schedule, all thanks to the girl in front of her. Lilian sighs.

“Now we’re here already” murmurs Isabel, looking restrained. “Can I please explain myself?” Maybe it’s the surroundings or the looks she’s gotten from the girls they’ve encountered on the way here. Or maybe it’s just a tactic. No matter what it is, Lilian must take care of this matter. Sullenly she realizes that she is curious. And she is angry with Isabel for taking her attention. She can’t answer it, but either way it’s better to clear the matter up quickly and then get on with the important things.

“Okay,” she says simply, leaning back in her comfortable, expensive chair. “You said we’re family? I find that hard to believe. And even if I did, I don’t remember my life before my God, and that’s just fine.” Lilian pressed her lips together. This was not a smart move. She is not used to having negative emotions and thoughts.

“I wouldn’t want to remember either if I were you. The world out there, it’s… normal. Not bad but not good either. Here, on the other hand…” Isabel looks around. “It must be nice here. No negative emotions and thoughts.” Lilian gives her a nasty look and Isabel looks to the ground. “But we are family. For real.”

“How is that possible?” asks Lilian simply. She is very tense but Isabel lets her stew a bit longer.

“I’ve been looking for you all my life,” she says. “I’m twenty years old now, and I’ve been trying to track you down since I was thirteen.”

“Why?”

“At first I didn’t know. I just knew that you disappeared from our family and when I tried to find out why, I came across a lot of interesting things.”

“What things?”

“For one thing, that you just left without saying goodbye. Nobody knew why. You had no quarrel and a good standing in the family. You had no reason to leave. That made me curious. Secondly, you made me aware of the disappearance of at least two hundred other girls.” She continues before Lilian can ask anything. “That was a really fantastic story. So many girls and women just disappearing from their lives and no one seems to care. I investigated where they all disappeared to. Some I didn’t find but most point to this palace.”

“You shouldn’t tell me this if you want to try to construct a story out of it,” Lilian says coldly. “He will crush you like a fly on the wall.” But Isabel quickly shakes her head.

“I don’t want a story. Like I said, I want in on it. Because of you.” And finally, Isabel comes clear. “When I found you I did some research. The stories I heard were just incredible. And then I found you. On one of the shopping trips in Paris when he took half of fashion week. 37 models.” That’s what Lilian remembers. She leans forward in her chair.

“Okay. I believe you. Back to us. You said we’re family and you’re here because of me. I have to tell you though, I don’t want to leave here. I don’t need you to save me. I’m fine here. And if you’re a danger to him, then…” Isabel seems hesitant, has to swallow.

“No, Lilian, I don’t mean it that way.”

“And I find it hard to believe you. If you know so much, then you also know about his power. I can’t be related to you. I’ve lived here for… a long time.”

“You are my great-great-grandmother, Lilian,” says Isabel, sounding sad. Lilian also becomes silent.

“That is…” She feels bad because at the edge of her consciousness she realizes that this is the first moment in her life when she thinks only marginally of her God.

“That is, I have experienced my mother, her mother, and her mother’s mother trying to find you, not finding you, and on top of that, becoming very sad.”

“Isabel…I can’t…my master…”

“It’s okay” the other girl says quickly. “They are all dead. I am the last of our family. And I have dedicated my life to the woman who is still here, will always be here.” Isabel laughs sadly. “Even though we could be more like sisters, couldn’t we?” Lilian just stares at her relative. Of course she will have this outrageous thesis tested. But something inside her tells her that it is the truth. And Isabel doesn’t want money, she doesn’t really negotiate for that. She just wants…

Her mouth is dry. Her head hurts. Her eyes itch. Lilian is on the verge of shock. She has never felt like this before. Inside she is empty. And it hurts. It hurts to know that she has caused suffering to her family. It hurts to see Isabel here now, in front of her, sad, confused and uncertain. It hurts to know that her fantastic life will now be… different. Besmirched. Lilian has to swallow hard at the thought. Because yes, all this hurts. But even more it hurts that she has betrayed her God. She has not thought of him. Try as Isabel might, Lilian made up her mind a long time ago. “So you want to what? Stay with me?” Isabel nods.

“I want my family back, Lilian. That’s not your real name, by the way. In real life, your name is…”

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The banging echoes loud and shattering through the nightly room. In a second the tense mood is completely overturned.

“My name is Lilian” hisses the addressed in an icy tone that surprises herself. “My name is Lilian. That’s my name.” Isabel looks at her counterpart dejectedly, but is calm. “And I’ve had enough of your games. I don’t care if we’re family. I don’t care about the world out there. I don’t care about you. I have a role here. I’m important. I am valued. And I’m responsible for something that couldn’t be more important to me.” The temperature in the room drops a few degrees at the tone Lilian strikes. “Good, I believe you. Deep inside me I know you’re right. But this is not me. I am another person. And I like it here. I like the person he made me.”

“I didn’t mean…” stammers Isabel. “I didn’t mean to accuse you.”

“Then what did you want?”

“I don’t want anymore… I want to…” Lilian won. Isabel is no longer strong, instead reminding her more of the desperate girls she receives here from time to time. But unlike them, she will not send Isabel upstairs to the master.

“You want to be here with me? With your family?” She doesn’t give her counterpart time to answer. “You can forget that. I serve my master and you have no place in my life.”

“I know.” This surprises Lilian. “But give me a chance. Please. I… I just wanted to tell you the truth, not lie to you. I’ve made up my mind, too. The same decision you made.” Isabel stands up, tightens and clenches her hands into fists. “I want to be here, with you. If I have to submit to your master to do that, then so be it. Here, anyway, life is better than…”

“Shut up!” That was the worst thing the girl could say and Lilian let her feel it. “This is not about me! Or you! Don’t you still get that?”

“But if I submit to him…”

“That’s not your decision! Do you think I would just let you live here without presenting yourself to him? He decides what happens to you? You want to live here? Okay. No problem. But don’t think for a second that I care about you. You are a grain of sand in a whole galaxy that my God created for me! You want to live here? To serve? For the privilege? I am not the one who decides what happens to you. And certainly not you! You think it’s so easy, but you’re wrong. What if the master decides he wants you mute? Or blind? Dumb and blind you will stagger through these corridors without ever seeing a friendly person again! What if he wants to hang you from the ceiling? Just used to clean his divine dick? What if he decides you have to live as an animal? An inferior girl in the pigsty I will build especially for you?” Lilian hisses in anger. She is angry at the audacity with which Isabel wants to buy her place. But she is also angry because she realizes, deep inside, that she is right. Lilian also wants Isabel in her life, the grain of sand is big enough to be seen even in the galaxy. But this must not be! But before she can react, Isabel speaks.

“Just give me a chance…Lilian. I’ve worked all my life for this moment and I’m betting everything on this chance. If he wants to destroy me then he can.” A lonely tear rolls down her cheek but her eyes fix on Lilian. “But it’s worth it to me. And I know…I suspect…” She shakes her head. “I know he wants me, healthy and at his feet.” Then she drops to her knees. “I’m begging you, Lilian. Please let me be with him. Let me prove myself to him and earn my place here. Then we’ll be together and…I’m sorry. I will prove myself to you by serving him. You will be proud of me. And then maybe we can…” Lilian raises her hand. She has made up her mind and speaks before she can regret it.

“Not another word.” And Isabel is silent. For a long time the two girls stare at each other. “Guards!” Immediately, two of the sexy policewomen step into the room. Isabel stares at them fearfully. For long seconds, Lilian ponders the fate of the girl… her… relative. “Take her… somewhere. Tomorrow morning we will…”

“Thank you Lilian! Thank you for…”

“Don’t thank me too soon…silly girl. Maybe this is your last night as a functioning human.” But it’s already too late. The thought of seeing this strange chance pass already doesn’t please Lilian.

“Or it’s the beginning of something good,” says Isabel as she is led outside.

by Writing Shark

Lilian in the evening

With a soft, feminine moan Lilian wakes up and blinks into the reddish light of the evening. She lies next to her god in bed, warm and safe, and feels the already familiar confusion that will soon dissolve into a blissful sense of well-being when the fog of divine sexual satisfaction dissipates.

She still feels every movement of him inside her, remembers every twitch, every kiss, every touch and every word they exchanged. But everything is also one fluffy, loving, colorful cloud of good feelings. How long did they had had sex? Lilian only knows that it is evening, not how many days have passed. Where is her tablet? She finds it lying next to her, but cannot reach it because her arms do not obey her yet.

A slight tremor announces the monumental aftershocks of her countless orgasms that would drive any other girl insane. But Lilian is already so bound to her god that her spirit does not splinter under the happiness like a wine glass on a granite floor. She can stand to be closer to him for a long time. And she enjoys it.

But she also has a slight feeling of guilt. A feeling she also knows well, but tries to suppress for his sake. He doesn’t want to see her doubting.

But why did he choose her again this time? The last memory she has before the wonder of his body are dozens of fucked, happy, stupid looks of dozens of girls in his palace and her well-known caring for him so that every area of his life is supplied with fuckable young and tender bodies. So why did he end up with her again? Again with her in his bed? Lilian turns around.

And with seven maids.

This wakes Lilian up. It takes two minutes to control her body enough to move, but then she grabs her tablet and looks at it. It was a short fun. The group only fucked through the night. That means the maids lying next to her now, covered under a blanket of encrusted cum, intertwined, smiling contentedly… Two of the motionless fucked bodies should actually be in charge of dinner.

Lilian swings herself out of bed and kicks her bare feet into the sticky substance they are all addicted to here. She wobbles a bit on her feet, feeling as if she were fogged by the after-effects of a long stay in space. She was up there, not in heaven but far above it, in a place where science connects with the divine. This is what it feels like to be fucked by Finn Lynchwood.

Lilian moves and feels guilty. She doesn’t want to leave him, wants to lie in his arms, to be satisfied, safe, fulfilled, happy. But it is not her contentment that counts. Her life, every atom in her body, her soul, everything belongs to him. And she has put everything in his service. She exists only for him and therefore it is her duty to see to it that the team of maids is increased to serve him dinner tonight at the right time.

But Lilian feels guilty for another reason. And she is so embarrassed, she would only tell her God if he asked her directly. Every day he makes sure, several times, that she is happy. He knows everything about her. But she will tell him this one thing only when he explicitly asks. Lilian looks at his sleeping body. A sleeping god.

She does not lie to him out of self-interest, no, and she is ashamed of concealing the truth. But unlike him, she is not a god, just a foolish human who lives under his glamour and serves him every day for the privilege of making his life better.

Lilian is too ashamed to stay with him because she cannot serve him if she would stay. Lilian is ashamed to want to stay with him because she is not like the other girls and is needed not only for her holes.

And Lilian is ashamed to leave him, to serve him… because she knows he wants her to stay with him, that he wants her around him.

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She looks at the battered bodies of her bedfellows, then at hers. Compared to the other girls, she looks good. Her dress is not torn, her body only smeared with cum between her legs. Another stab of guilt. He never fucked her ass, never used his divine instrument to conquer that hole of hers like he did with… three of the four other girls. Lilian shakes her head.

It’s not about her. She serves him as he pleases.

With that, as every day, every hour, every time she sees him, she represses the rival feelings she has for him and rescues herself into the well-known safety of serving.

On bare feet, she quietly and swiftly leaves the room, sneaking out the door, but not without taking one last look at his divine body. He smiles.

And that makes Lilian smile.

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“Good evening Miss Lilian.” The two maids waiting for her behind the great door to his bedroom bow.

“Good evening.” She pulls out her teblet and tugs at her smeared velvet nightgown. “We need replacements for seven maids in his room.” One of the maids bows and taps away on high-heeled shoes. “And order two more, no, four more to the kitchen. I don’t want dinner to be late.” Lilian and the other girl glance at the closed door. “He’s going to need the energy.”

“Yes, Miss Lilian.” The other maid also hurries away.

After the scamper of the girls is lost in the great wide corridors, Lilian turns her attention to planning the evening. Dinner on one of the large terraces, she decides. Her god likes that. Plus a show of belly dancers… or rather exotic scarf dancing? Lilian decides on the latter and orders six girls from the relevant department. And if he doesn’t like it? To be on the safe side she adds orders for the discussion team and two hardcore slave girls. Pleasure for the head and the cock. Everything else she will have to improvise if her master asks for something else.

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She should have known, she thinks to herself with a slight smile, but it is lost under her cries of pleasure and wild moans.

Today the master is craving for hard sex and Lilian is available as always. Two of the cloth dancers nibble on her hard nipples, another licks her belly and she feels the hair of the fourth between her legs while her tongue runs over the area where his divinity penetrates her body.

“Fuck! Master! Fuck you’re fucking me so good! I can’t take it anymore!” Lilian bites her tongue. Was that a wrong exclamation? Her god moves a little slower in a moment, pushing one of the girls away from her nipple and licking over it himself while his strong arms hold her securely on the table. Something cold stabs her in the butt, maybe a fork, and something squishy, maybe pudding, sticks between her butt cheeks and runs onto the girl’s head below. Master Lynchwood has simply swept the food aside and taken her, and Lilian is lost in the glorious whirl he is able to trigger in her mind. Until she had made a mistake.

She had let herself go, spoken the truth as soon as she felt her body could no longer absorb good feelings without exploding. And her God had responded to her. Now Lilian is angry with herself. Not only had she refused her god her services, forced actions on him, but it was also to her chagrin. Her god should determine how he takes her. It is not up to Lilian to decide about her body, especially if she wants to come herself. This childish exclamation, this stupid assumption that she knew better than him if her slender, shapely body, made for God, could withstand his attacks, robbed her of her all-consuming orgasm. How can she make it up to him? How can she show him that he is in control without her having to force him?

She wraps her legs around his pumping body, clutching her god for safety and security and feeling his cock blessing her body. It feels so good that her whole body seems to explode. Hundreds of orgasms rush through every cell in her body, but for Lilian and her god, these are just normal feelings during sex.

But Lilian need not to worry, for her doubts have been heard by God. And God answers.

“With you, I just can’t help myself. You are so beautiful, Lilian.” He murmurs into her neck, pressing her against him, her nipples brushing against his bare skin, sending electrifying jolts through her body.

“Yes… please… I want… I need…”

“More” her Master finishes her sentence for her, helping her bring order to the chaos of her mind. And Lilian is grateful. He has heard her, he knows exactly what she wants and needs.

“Yes!” she exclaims, wrapping her legs around him. “Yes, please! Master! Fuck me until I can’t walk anymore!”

And he does.

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And again the same glorious ritual, the challenge, the victory, the gratitude of having made it for him.

And again she stands by the bed, this time the moon high in the sky, flooding the room with white light. But this time it was just her. No other girl.

He had carried her from the table to the shower, taken her there, then cleaned her. Then he had taken her in bed. She wanted to ride him, to show him that she adored him.

But he wanted it tenderly. And Lilian wanted it too. She sometimes founds it hard to follow his demands, the speed of his mind compared to hers intoxicating her. Just when she is pudding in his hands.

Lilian continues to look at his body and forgets the time.

Finally, however, she shakes her head. She bends over slightly, strokes her leg with her hand and catches a handful of cum dripping from her hole. Her shirt is sticking to her body, her master has blessed her abundantly today. And it tastes so good, Lilian has to suppress a cry of (already known but still recurring) surprise, she also fights down the muffled moan of pleasure and catches herself before her legs give way. Like every girl here, she is addicted to his sperm, the divine fluid that grants everyone here his infinite, easy, glorious life.

But Lilian is not like the others here. She may, but does not want to come like every girl who tastes or feels his gift inside her. The master is asleep, he would have nothing of her orgasm. And Lilian is strong. Master Finn has made her strong. She fights down the orgasm.

And she feels guilty.

She should come. She wants it. He wants her to. But she doesn’t. Because she wants to serve him. And… And because she wants to be special for him. Lilian knows that she can be free in his golden palace. To be free, as he wants her to be. But she also wants to stay with him…

This time, too, it is duty that saves her from her girlish lusting for a divine man.

“Miss Lilian?” It’s one of the guards of the palace. Of course, security is not a concern when living with a god, but her master sometimes likes to fuck girls dressed like slutty policewomen, and Lilian has moved them to the perimeter of the property for better roleplay. The girl, just last week fucked out of her mind in a role play, looks a bit unsure herself, but takes her duty as seriously as Lilian. “We have an incident.”

“An incident?” Nothing goes wrong in this palace. There’s a god living here. That mens… “An outsider?” The ‘policewoman’ nods in her tight costume and fishnet stockings. Lilian looks at her watch. “Now?”

“She demands to see you.”

“Me? Not… him?” The guard shakes his head.

“What do you want me to do with her?”

“Her?”

“A girl, about twenty I’d say.” Now Lilian understands. It doesn’t happen often, her god rarely leaves his palace. But when he does, he occasionally comes back from a ‘shopping trip’ with several dozen new girls. Lilian knows that. And sometimes it happens that a girl escapes his grip, for a short time. Or he has fun making them walk here like pilgrims to a monastery. Sometimes the girls know what awaits them, sometimes they just hope. But always they are desperately searching for the divine cock that has filled them all.

Surely it is one of the girls. Lilian nods, pulls the cum-soaked nightgown tighter around her body and follows the guard through the nighttime corridors of the palace, through the large gardens, down the long driveway.

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All the way outside in front of the big gate.

And there stands a girl. Maybe twenty years old, beautiful, but they all are.

Lilian falters, stops. The girl. She does not seem desperate. Has her master tried something new? So far she knows the reaction to his divinity all too well.

The girl stands at the gate and watches Lilian closely. Several more guards stand in the area.

“Who are you?” asks Lilian, suddenly hesitant, confused. Something is different about this girl.

“My name is Isabel,” the girl answers. “And I know you, Lilian.”