Octavia was in charge. Her smooth voice and forceful tone gave orders that Thalia and Iris jumped to obey.
They were to clean up after the meal, prepare the jars, and when they were finished, they should come to the main bedroom, off the laboratory.
With that, Octavia pulled Linhart to her, her lips, plump and needy, forced a long kiss onto his. Her arms found their way into his toga and wrapped around his bare back. “Yes, let’s get started right away. No point in waiting for them.”
Leading Linhart down the hall, Xenia couldn’t stop kissing him. Her eyes filled with need, her hands teasing and pulling him towards their destination. It wasn’t until they had reached the Amethyst room and she had thrown Linhart down to the soft carpeted floor that they noticed Zoey had been trailing them. She had kept her distance, and was now peeking into the room, the purple candlelight played across her uncertain face.
“What are you doing, girl?” Octavia snapped, “I asked you to clean up before coming.”
Zoey hesitated a moment, then charged into the room. “I swore to protect Linhart, and so I can’t let him out of my sight. You can’t take him away from me.”
Octavia gritted her teeth. Softly now she spoke, “This is why I hate Fighters… I am Linhart’s master and you are his slave, so you have to listen to me. Go and help the other girls and don’t return until everything is clean.”
“I’m not your slave, and I don’t have to obey you!” Zoey snapped back. She dodged past Octavia and lay down next to Linhart, clutching his arm tightly to her. “I am bound to him for the rest of my life, while you only have him for this week. That makes our bond that much deeper.”
Linhart could feel the ire of Octavia rising. He pushed at Zoey, trying to get free but she was firmly attached. Her big eyes were begging him to stay close. “Linhart, I want to be the first to receive your seed. Please, I’ll do anything.”
“But, I don’t get to decide that. It’s up to my master to say when and where and who I fuck,” he stated apologetically. He turned to Octavia, who had a sullen look on her face. “Is it okay, Octavia?”
The tall woman exhaled in frustration. “What a mood killer. What am I supposed to do, pull her off of you?” Then a wicked smile crossed her face. “Linhart, tell this girl that she can be your first of the day, however, she will have to obey me, as she does you, until the experiment is over. How does that sound?”
Linhart looked back at Zoey questioningly, and asked, “You heard what she said, is that something you can agree to?”
She looked stubbornly at the Stratega and then back at him and nodded. “I’ll do it. Even if it means I have two masters for now, it’s worth it for getting to do you before her. I'm so hot already. Can I please ride your dick?”
Octavia swooped in suddenly, holding Zoey’s face in her hands. “Not so fast, girl. You’re not in charge of positions. Take off your toga, and I’ll show you how you’re going to receive Linhart’s seed.”
Octavia kept her hands on Zoey’s cheeks, guiding her up off of Linhart. The little girl didn’t struggle, Slipping the toga off her shoulder, she was standing in her underwear. Linhart’s desire for her surged as the toga dropped away, like a morsel of candy coming out of its wrapper, he couldn’t wait to gobble her up. Her pale skin shone like lavender oil in the flickering candlelight, but her posture had grown meek in the hands of the powerful woman. Muttering unhappily, she resembled a child being led by her mother. She looked tiny standing next to Octavia.
Octavia heard the mutterings and corrected her with a snap of her fingers. “I don’t want to have to listen to you complaining over every little thing in the coming days, so from now on… you cannot talk. The only way you can communicate is through the use of your body, got that?”
Zoey looked even more stand-offish, but she didn’t say anything.
“Now, remove your underwear and get on your hands and knees like a dog. Linhart, remove your clothing and kneel behind her.”
The two students obeyed, while Octavia looked on as a judge watching two dancers perform. She could command them both. When Linhart was ready, he placed his hands of the subtle roundness of her hips and pulled her close. She smiled over her shoulder and wiggled her body as their private parts touched. Octavia knelt behind him and wrapped her arms around his body. Her elegant fingers ran up and down his stomach and ribs, before wandering to his back.
“Am I going to fuck her in this position, master?”
Zoey’s spread her legs wider, emphasizing her curves and opening her cute little pussy to him. Her slit was dripping wet and slightly parted. Her body shivered as he placed a hand on the small of her back, and he could tell she wanted to say something, but she held her words back. She looked back over her shoulder with pleading eyes, arching her back further so that her pussy enveloped the tip of his dick.
“Yes, just shove it right in her, like the animal she is.” Octavia responded viciously. Placing her hands on his buttocks, she pushed his hips forward. Luckily, Linhart’s manhood was already in Zoey's entryway, and as she shoved from behind, his dick rammed past her folds and into her depths. The blond girl gasped at the sudden forceful entry, and then groaned as her narrow tunnel was, inch by inch, forced wide open. She shook all over, and lowered her head to the floor, her insides relaxed to accommodate Linhart’s member.
“That’s it Linhart, no need to be gentle with this one,” Octavia encouraged him, “Why don’t you cum quickly inside of her, and then I’ll take over.” She had pulled her own toga off now, and he could feel her plump boobs press against his back, as he obeyed her directions.
He was still feeling the effects of the wine, a pleasant tingling flowed through his shaft and his balls started aching. Despite the words of his master, he fought against the urge to cum too quickly, knowing that Zoey had paid dearly for this moment, he didn’t want it to be over so quickly.
Looking down at Zoey, he saw that she was slamming her hips back against him, matching his rhythm and letting out small ‘ahhhs’ as she rapidly approached her own climax with each deep thrust.
Her small sounds turned into whispers under her breath, which Linhart could just make out, “Fuck me... fuck me hard…”
Octavia’s hand came down, slapping her ass hard, and she scolded her, “No words, girl… even to yourself! This is your only warning.”
But that slap did something to Zoey, her voice was like an animal's now, moaning in ecstasy. Linhart tightened his grip on her hips as Zoey convulsed on his dick, her back rising up and down. Reaching down, he seized her thighs tight, giving him more leverage to push deep into her. The sexiness of this little girl in the pleasure of the purple light became too much for him.
His breathing picked up and he thrust in one last time, just as Octavia, her hands tangled in his hair turned his head to the side. She placed a long passionate kiss on his lips as his dick exploded deep inside the quivering Zoey. These two girls were so soft and sexy, they sent him into a euphoric state of mind.
Octavia’s tongue slipped into his mouth and he melted into her arms as he came spurt after spurt, filling Zoey up. Fucking her from behind felt so good, too. It allowed him to penetrate her much deeper than ever before. She had given up trying to look over her shoulder by now and had resigned herself to hugging the floor as she shook in the throes of passion. Octavia, determined not to give Zoey her moment, was stimulating him more than ever, exploring the inner reaches of his mouth with her tongue.
It was right at that moment that the two sisters arrived. Carrying baskets filled with apparatus, their expressions were a mixture of excitement and professionalism, when they first beheld the three of them having sex. Octavia noticed their entry and snapped an order right away.
“First ejaculation is complete, get a jar over here for a sample,” she was still holding his head ready to dive back in for a kiss. “Iris, start the clock, we’ll start the next session right away. Get this girl out of the way.”
As Thalia held a glass jar nearby, Octavia gripped his dick, sliding him out of Zoey’s body. Her creamy folds dripped fluids, which Thalia caught with dexterous movements, and Octavia wrapping her fingers around his cock and running them up and down the shaft quickly, milked the remainder of his jism into the jar as well.
“It appears almost all of the semen was deposited inside. Barely any left for this sample,” she said sourly. She continued to squeeze his dick, smiling as it grew hard once again nearly instantly. “Cap the jar and lay him down.”
Iris had pulled Zoey to her feet and led her to a line of cushions stacked neatly near the edge of the carpet. Zoey was walking in a dream-like state. Thalia gently helped Linhart lay down on his back. The room was spinning pleasantly around him, and the carpet beneath him felt like he was floating on a cloud.
There was definitely something in the wine, he decided. Never had he felt so full of vigor and aroused. Even when he was under the effects of PAIN TO PLEASURE, he had felt like his body was being tricked into the blissful enjoyment. But now, his thoughts and sensations were purely and honestly lewd.
The figure of Octavia, her swan-like neck and slender torso bending over him as she mounted him. The feel of her ample bottom meeting his groin, as she slid his rod deep down into her womanhood. Her feminine cries as she climaxed after three mighty thrusts of her body. Linhart was already cumming right in time with her, and he reached up to knead her massive tits as his body twitched and jism flooded into her depths.
Thalia was there once again, with another jar. Octavia covered his mouth with her lips, passionately sucking on his tongue as he stuck it out for her. He could feel the agile fingers of Thalia pulling his still erect penis free from her sticky hole. Her hands were cool and gentle, but she was clearly inexperienced with how to handle a dick.
But then, something weird and unworldly brought Linhart to a sudden, sober clarity.
As Octavia broke away from the kiss, her head moved to the side and Linhart was amazed to see a face looking down upon them. It was like the face of a giant composed of stars, insubstantial and scintillating. It was like a hologram composite created by the many reflecting gem-encrusted walls. But, somehow, he knew that it was real.
It was the face of a man... no it was the face of a god, and an androgynous one at that. It was too glorious to belong to the earth. As Linhart gazed up in rapture, the god licked its infinitely sensual lips with its tongue. Linhart could feel his libido rising again fast.
“Octavia, I see the face of a god, right here in the room!” He could barely believe his own words, but she was unsurprised. She nipped his ear, licking him softly, and whispered to him as if reading from a religious text.
“The King of Desire, who reigns over love and beauty, is here in the room with us. We are truly blessed! We called on him when we shared in the ambrosia, but it was not guaranteed that he would appear here to consummate our sex together. Do not look long upon him or you will forever be captivated.”
Linhart closed his eyes tightly. The idea of being captivated by a god had brought fear into his mind. Even then, he could feel the starry gaze of the King of Desire. The vision of his perfect face burned into his memory.
Meanwhile, he could feel but not see the soft, voluptuous body of Thalia climbing on top of his midsection. With his eyes still shut, he held out his hands and felt her silky soft thighs spreading over his hips. Her belly was firm and slightly rounded, and as his hands traveled up, he found her large breasts dangling within his reach. He risked opening his eyes, and was treated to sight of a look of lust and perplexity on Thalia's face as she lowered herself down onto his erection.
The King of Desire’s face shifted, forming a silent oooing expression, as the normally stoic girl’s composure broke and she gasped loudly and in a low lusty tone. “Hggghhnn….” she grunted in painful pleasure as she forced her crotch down onto him in one smooth motion, her auburn curls falling over her face as her body yielded to the penetration of his thick cock. She was not a virgin, but she was so tight, it felt like her first time.
“It feels so good. Like you're hugging me tight down there,” he cooed to her. “Do you like taking my wiener in your pussy? Show me with your face that you like it, Thalia!” The idea of this normally emotionless girl losing control made him tingle with desire.
He was watching her face as she struggled to move on his rod. Her mouth lolled open and her cheeks were heating up. Her boobs were warm in his hands, and as he rubbed her sizable nipples, her muscles all tensed. But she stopped moving her hips, as if to catch her breath. She was holding back, her pussy squeezing and tensing on the verge of climaxing, her cute dimples twisted in resistance to the obvious pleasure she was feeling. Her gray eyes were wandering all over his naked body and her hands were massaging him just as thoroughly as he was grasping her bountiful breasts.
Linhart could not wait. He could feel the eyes of the King of Desire upon him. He tightened his grip on her boobs and forced his hips up into her waiting pussy, bringing an ‘ooh’ of destroyed resistance from her. In and out, his dick rubbed her tight folds so quickly, bending and twisting, hitting all her sweet spots, until she was screaming in delight. Her vagina burst, with fluids soaking his crotch and the carpet below, as he continued to jackhammer her, pushing deeper with each thrust. He lost track of Thalia for a while as he gazed into the god’s beautiful lips. It wasn't until she slid down on top of him and covered his face with hers, her lips pressed to his in a clumsy, lust-filled kiss that he recovered his sense of what was happening.
He didn’t remember when he had started, but he was orgasming intensely, as though he’d been saving up for a week. His balls were emptying everything into Thalia’s womb and her lips and pussy were sucking everything out of him with a desperate need. Octavia’s hands were on his dick now, milking him to the last drop.
“My, there was so much left, even after filling her up,” Octavia raved, her voice filled with glee. “I think I'll go another round right away…”
But before she could finish the thought, Iris was there blocking the way, saying, “But Stratega, don't forget the experiment! I’m the only one who hasn’t gone.” She looked down at Linhart’s body with a wide smile.
Standing next to his head, Linhart saw that she had removed her toga. From this angle he had a clear view of her delightful curvy hips and buttocks, as well as the perfect auburn patch between her legs. Her body was coated in an oily film, as if she'd been working out, and her chest was pumping from the excitement of the moment. He was surprised by the curves and swells that the toga hid so well. Her body was so well-developed, despite her youthful face, and he thought for the first time, 'what a hottie!'
The look in her eyes said the feeling was mutual and she murmured, “It’s my turn.”
