Iris murmured, “It’s my turn.”
She was hovering over Linhart expectantly. Her eyes focused on his pelvic area, which was still hard and wet with her sister’s fluids.
Octavia turned her gaze from Linhart up to Iris, and then up at the King of Desire whose starry eyes, cheeks, nose, and lips were slowly descending. Her face took on an expression of reverence. “Yes, it is.”
She pushed the shapely freshman, forcing her body down onto his. Iris cried out in surprise and lust with the sudden skin contact, her fleshy thighs rubbed back and forth over his hips, and her plump backside pressed enticingly against his dick, which still stood straight up. He felt tired and sweaty from the first three rounds, but Octavia seized his manhood and jerked him back into action, her voice filled with urgency, “You are the last of us, so receive his seed and finish consummating under the eyes of the King. With all hope he will give us his blessing.”
Iris’ eyes were wide, darting towards the ceiling, and her mouth quivered in trepidation. Her hand traced nervously along the line from Linhart’s shoulder blade to his sternum, and then down his stomach. She seemed suddenly to be filled with uncertainty. Linhart could feel the moistness of her pussy against his stomach. She was ready to go, but she hesitated. He was tired, but sexually he was fully ready. Seeing her innocent face on that glorious body he felt like he couldn’t be more turned on.
“Iris, it’s time,” he said quietly, “Please take my wiener inside of you.”
“I’ve never done this before,” she said in a low voice, “What if I do it wrong in front of the King?”
Octavia, Thalia, and Zoey were all watching him as he lay on his back, waiting for the fourth girl to mount him. Linhart felt the pressure to begin growing.
“Please, Iris,” he begged, his hands running along her thighs and buttocks. “There’s no wrong way to do it, just slide my thing into your vagina.”
“I will…” she whispered, “...I just need a moment…”
“Give her a little time, Linhart,” Thalia responded, “She’s never even seen a boy naked before. I think she’s getting performance anxiety.”
The brows on the godly face furrowed as it loomed closer to them. The purple air in the room grew thick with tension. All the girls were leaning in, and their eyes seemed to make Iris shrink further. Octavia was giving him looks that said she was going for round two no matter what the experiment’s rules state, so Linhart jumped in to help out. “Master, would it be okay if I switched positions with Iris for her first time?”
Octavia replied impatiently, “Yes, do whatever it takes to plant your seed. You girls, help Linhart get her in position.”
Rising up off his back, he wrapped his arms around the now-shy Iris. Her shoulders shuddered in his embrace, her large boobs pressed against his chest as he ran his hands down her back. His nails drew lines all the way down to her luscious rear end.
“Kiss me, Iris,” he directed her softly. Her ass was so soft and bouncy, his fingers sank into her flesh.
She gently pecked at his neck. Too slowly, like a romantic evening, not a night of lust…He had to move things faster than this.
He attacked her, landing a long and violent kiss on her mouth he bit down on her lower lip, she pulled back in surprise and Linhart leaned into her movement. His hands reached beneath her, pulling her legs out from under her and tipping her until she fell onto her back. He felt hands upon him now, and saw that Zoey and Thalia were on either side of him. He had to start with Iris before he lost control of the situation.
“Spread your legs for me. Hold them up high,” he told her, slapping his dick down on her slit.
Her round innocent face was overcome with embarrassment, but she obeyed his order. Her hands stretched out to grasp her own knees, pulling them far up in a feat of flexibility and submission. She was prepared to accept him within her secret place.
His dick was already well-lubricated from the previous rounds and as he pressed it against her entrance, he found her folds refusing to yield to his red and swollen tip. It was more than wet enough, the problem was the size of her hole. Her pussy muscles were squeezed tighter than the head of his dick. Was there any way to loosen her up?
Looking down at her pleading eyes, he explained, “Your hole is so tight, it’ll either need to stretch a lot or tear. This might hurt if we go fast, but I think the King wants us to consummate soon. Are you okay with that?”
“I was unsure before, but now I know…” she whined desperately, “I just want to feel you inside of me. I don’t care if it hurts me, so can you just shove it in?”
Linhart smiled down at her. “Don’t worry, Iris. You’re so young and sexy. I’m sure your body will get through this.”
“I’m the same age as you… Haaahhn…” she complained, then gasped as Linhart pushed the tip of his rockhard dick between the folds of her lower lips. “Yeessss… I feel you inside me, it hurts… You’re sooo big!”
Thalia laid down next to her sister now, pulling her messy hair out of her eyes and wiping away the tears that were flowing down her cheeks. “You’re doing it, Iris. You’re not a virgin anymore!”
Zoey was squeezing up against Linhart’s arm on the other side. She was still not talking, but her jealous need for his attention was flowing through the slave bond. Linhart smiled, and sent back reassuring feelings of love to her, as he tried to maneuver his body to better enter into Iris.
“Help me hold this girl, Zoey. I need to cum inside her to satisfy the god.” She nodded reluctantly. Standing over the two of them, she grabbed Iris’ ankles and spread her legs wide as a bird’s wings. Linhart slid inward, thanks to the slickness of her tunnel, but she was just so tight, he found he couldn’t continue without using force. “Prepare yourself, Iris.”
Iris nodded with tears in her eyes. “Do it, lover.”
His hands now free, Linhart fingered her clit softly and pressed around her pelvis attempting to relax her muscles more, as he slid his hips forward. He could feel his dick hitting up against her hymen. She felt it too and shivered. He didn’t give her a chance to resist him, he rammed through the virgin barrier and continued to plunge deeper. The angle was extreme and Iris was gasping in pain. Blood appeared on his shaft as he thrusted in and out, but she didn’t rip and her hole was slowly accommodating him in its warm, tight embrace. The view of her beautiful virgin body squirming and the eyes of the god bearing down on him, sent a thrill through his mind greater than he had felt with any of the other girls this evening. He could feel an orgasm building deep within his body, threatening to overwhelm him time and again.
Looking up, he fearfully and euphorically beheld the face, now smiling and seeming within arm’s reach of the action. Perhaps having sex with a virgin was just the right action to please this god tonight. The girls around him were all reaching skyward, running their fingers over the insubstantial surface of the god, participating in their own way in the ritual.
Zoey released Iris now, and as he took control, he bent her even further to his will. Her legs folded up over his shoulders now and he was slamming his hips downward, nearly on top of her. Her head was between her ankles, and he watched her expression of passionate submission as he plowed into her in long earnest strokes. The lust in the air was palpable. Her round face was now inches from his own. Her gray eyes were rolling back in her head, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. “Haahhn!” She let out a single loud gasp as her body tensed up, juices squirted out all over his groin. His dick was pulsing now too, and his load poured out into her just as he fell down on her. As they came in each other's arms, their mouths locked in a kiss.
Their bodies grinded together gently now. He felt a divine sensation as the face of the King of Desire descended and planted a starry kiss that lit up the bodies of all four of them. He shook and lost all control as his cum continued to spurt out, long past when he should've finished cumming, filling Iris’ little womb completely.
* * * * * * * * *
From that moment, their scientific study of the act of sex descended into a divine drunken orgy. Linhart was vaguely aware that he was being shared amongst the girls, and they were sharing in each other. He was fucking them one after another without rest. Images from that wild night burned into his mind and would become his only recollections from the whole ordeal that stuck in his head the next day.
Octavia riding on top of him with the Binder girls caressing and sucking on both of her tits simultaneously.
Iris stretched out on the floor as his cock pumped jism deep down her throat. Then he was gently pinching her perky little nipples, while her sister’s head was buried between her legs, licking her with a look of ecstasy.
Zoey’s arms being held in place by the two girls as Octavia pulled violently on her tits, ordering her to bark like a dog. All this while Linhart blew his load deep in her cute little ass.
The depravity got worse as the night wore on, until at last the King of Desire departed and the five of them passed out.
* * * * * * * * *
There was a lot of discussion the following day on what had gone wrong.
All the scientific results of their first evening had to be discarded. There were no record of times between sexual acts, and no one had a clear memory of who and where everyone had been fucked. Even Zoey, who was unable to sleep anymore, couldn't recall the night's events with any accuracy. Someone had opened all the jars and consumed the jism samples that had been gathered. Octavia scolded Thalia for not maintaining professional control through the ritual, but Thalia reminded her that she had been held down several times, by Octavia herself, while being forced to ‘experience Linhart with every hole of her body.’
Not all was lost though. The group had benefited from the ritual in ways that could not easily be quantified. Not only did all five of them awaken uninjured and refreshed in the morning, they were completely sexually satisfied. Also, they felt a level of comfort with each other that could only have been achieved by weeks of intimacy. They had been reborn as five lovers. All the girls hesitantly agreed they had good memories of kissing and caressing each other and may want to try it again sometime. Octavia claimed this was evidence that they had received the blessing of the god.
Even Octavia and Zoey seemed to be somewhat intimate with each other, though Octavia still insisted that she not talk because ‘her voice is so high and annoying.’
Lastly, their scores had all seen extensive improvements, much greater than could’ve been expected in one night. Well, the four females had, at least.
Thalia recorded them without emotion, though her eyes were sparkling with delight as she read her own numbers: “My binding is up by more than 2100, my Fighting is 2345, and I added 100 to my Magic Score:”
Binding: 10194, Fighting: 2345, Magic: 402
“Iris, your Binding is up by more than 1600, your Fighting is 200, and… huh, your Magic score is almost as high as mine:”
Binding: 1705, Magic: 365, Fighting: 200
“Zoey, your Fighting went up by almost 1000, you have 315 Binding, and somehow your Magic exceeds both of ours. Look:”
Fighting: 3234, Magic: 845, Binding: 315
“Stratega, of course you raised your scores by more than us. Your Fighting is up by 2895, your Binding is up by 2575, but… it looks like your Magic skill didn’t rise at all:”
Binding: 65367, Fighting: 5325, Magic: 3425
Octavia gave a sour look, “ Ugh, I wish my Fighting skill hadn’t exceeded my Magic skill. I guess that makes it my second class. How was it that your girls increased your Magic but mine stayed the same?”
“Well, at least your Score is rising,” said Linhart darkly. “My Score is still the same:”
Fighting:395, Binding: 25, Healing: 113
Octavia wrapped her arms around him affectionately. “There, there my little bird. We haven’t forgotten the boy who made this all possible. We’ll start your improvement just as soon as we get some food in our stomachs. Thalia, Iris… prepare something yummy to eat, while Linhart and I talk…”
