The Gift of Tongues 06

The Gift of Tongues 6

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WARNING - more incest/taboo content in this story. Employ caution if that is something that you don't want to read. The story may be less enjoyable if you haven't read the first five chapters. You should check those out on my profile. Please let me know if you have any feedback, what you enjoy, what you want to see more of. All characters are over 18, and no AI was used in the creation of this work.

Grace paced in her room. Something was happening. She'd become initiated into the secrets of her household on her 16th birthday, and since that day, she'd known that her soul belonged to Shai, an ancient Egyptian god of destiny and fate.

Since that day, until the day of Shai's death at the hands of an angel, she'd felt her connection, the strand of her soul which touched the divinity. Not everyone was as sensitive as she was. In fact, most people in her family were largely unworthy of the blessings they'd received, unlike her. She had felt the master's death, and felt her soul's tether go elsewhere, siphoned through her father into a dimension of terrible death and pain.

So it was a relief at first when she'd felt the owner of her destiny change, but since then she'd been asked by her father to remain in her room. She'd done nothing but wait now, wait for whomever held the leash of her eternity to make themselves known.

It was hours of waiting, and she wasn't used to being kept confined in her suite, but every time she tried to leave, one of her father's servants politely stopped her. She'd nearly worn holes in her shoes pacing out her anger and her fear. She shouldn't feel nervous or angry. She was a congressional aide. She was a millionaire. She was a Bellwright and even if she wasn't in charge, she wasn't going to be intimidated by change.

She really didn't feel in charge, though. Normally if she wasn't in control, her father or uncle were. Now, all bets were off. She felt closed in, unsure of what was happening. So it was almost a relief to hear a short, sharp knock on her door. She walked over to find the door already opening. Someone was entering her room, and she hadn't even given her leave. No one in her family or among their employees would do that. She tensed.

Indeed, the person who entered was a young man, a few years Grace's junior (by her best estimate). He was also a few inches shorter than her own 6'1 frame, and his angular features were framed by hanging locks of blonde hair. His hair was so pure in its coloration, in practically glowed in the light of the room, and beautiful, deep blue eyes stared out at her from beneath a pair of high brows. The man was statuesque, in that he literally could have passed for a renaissance-era sculpture come to life, original coat of paint and all.

Grace felt herself glance in the full-body mirror, as though for confirmation that she was the same species as the person who stood in her doorway. In comparison, her own long locks of blond hair looked shaggy and unkempt, and her eyes seemed like ice against the deep blue ocean of the intruder. Only in her height was she superior, and for a moment she felt her composure falter. She regained it long enough to realize that this person was also the one holding her soul.

She felt it, a thin connection, like a subtle vibration in the air, linking the two of them. She barely held back a gasp, and took an involuntary step back. "What are you?" She heard herself asking.

The man smiled, for all the world like someone trying to calm a nervous horse before it bolted. "My name is Uriah. I'm your family's new patron, and your new... employer. I wanted to discuss your new job description with you."

Inanely, she felt herself get defensive. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm already employed. I'll have you know, my uncle is a United States senator, and I'm his congressional aide. Any business you have can be attended to by-"

He interrupted her. "Your uncle works for me now. He's suspended your employment, and agreed to transfer you to me. I'm afraid that given the nature of my contract with your family, a contract I understand you are familiar with, this is a transfer which you cannot, in good faith, refuse." He looked like he was holding back a laugh, like "in good faith" was some sort of funny joke. She supposed he must be some kind of ancient god or demon or the like, so that made sense.

She wasn't going to let herself be intimidated, even if he did own her soul and the souls of her family. That wasn't enough to dissuade her for standing up for her rights. "Well, I'll have you know that I'm not the type of person to be ordered around. You should have cleared this with me first. Why wasn't I at the meeting you had with my uncle?" He snorted, clearly trying not to laugh out loud. She put her hands on her hips. "Is something funny to you?"

"No, I like this attitude. You've got spunk." His grin grew wider. "Honestly, having spunk makes you an even better candidate for the positions I have in mind."

Grace had no clue what he meant. "Okay, so what are you? What precisely is the nature of your relationship with my family?" she inquired.

"My father was an angel. I'm something called a Nephilim." He said casually, walking into her room and looking around. "As for your family, suffice it to say that I'm in charge. Your father has agreed to put your... substantial assets at my unconditional disposal. In exchange, I've agreed to protect your souls and use my powers to maintain your influence and prestige." Grace knew he wasn't lying. Not only did this Uriah look angelic, she could feel the pull on her soul. Furthermore, she knew that she couldn't flout her family obligations. She'd benefitted from them her whole life. She was in now, and that meant she worked for this creature.

"So, what precisely do you want me to do for you?" She asked warily.

He stopped to admire her in the reflection of the mirror before turning to her. "Well, I want to try something. To be honest, I like your superior attitude and frosty demeanor. Not only does arrogance behoove someone in your elevated position, but you seem like you could be a real bitch, and I might need that. So I'm going to try my best to do this without changing you too much."

He breathed in, and the tugging on her soul became a tangible thing. When he spoke next, everything changed. What came out of his mouth wasn't English. It wasn't any language she'd ever heard, and she'd been to a ton of business meeting and diplomatic summits and heard most of the world's common languages. Nevertheless, she understood him. Each syllable was a library compressed into a single sound. His words were laden with weight and force and meaning beyond her comprehension. When he spoke in that way, his voice cut through her, piercing her skin, her brain, her very atoms, and leaving her destroyed. Then, the words sealed her back up as they left her, but they left her fundamentally changed. Remade. She shook helplessly as his power rocked her to her core, destroying and remaking her to his satisfaction.

"My plans are your first priority, above and beyond whatever you might have cared about before. I am the center of your world, the fulcrum about which your life and afterlife now pivot. You will seek to assist me in my goals, whatever those may be. You will be absolutely loyal, but you are my safety net for bad ideas, and you are willing to tell me when you can see issues or mistakes in my planning, and suggest remedies.

You will remain strong-willed and prideful. You are a powerful, intelligent woman, and all of your many gifts are bent to serving me. Serving me means you sit in a special place, above those who do not. You are bisexual, and you find yourself sexually attracted to my concubines and myself."

She felt her shaking stop as she came to terms with reality. What had been before his commands and now were clearly two different parts of her life, but she almost couldn't believe it. Did I really live my life before without him? Without the lodestar of the universe. Preposterous.

She began to reorganize her thoughts. Firstly, she felt much better now that she understood her role in his organization. She was to be his lookout, her eyes fixed on the future. That made sense. She was probably smarter than whatever uneducated peons he might have surrounded himself with before. She could use her money, her influence to open doors for him, and she was ready to do so. This was the most important work of her life. Her family's souls rested on her doing a good job.

Secondly, she realized that she was very horny. Her new patron was quite attractive, and obviously, she was feeling that desire become manifest in her body. Her nipples twinged as they began to stiffen and protrude, and she felt a rush of liquid heat in her groin.

She squared her shoulders. She could address one of these two things right away. She should get to work immediately. "Okay, Uriah. I understand. Before we proceed, please tell me your plans so I can offer my advice and assistance."

He frowned. "Okay, first plan. I'd like to change how you refer to me. In public, Urie or Uriah or Mr. Finch is fine, depending on the occasion. In private or with members of my harem or your family, please refer to me as 'my lord'. I think that would sound fitting coming out of your mouth."

Of course. Many people referred to her as an American princess, it made complete sense that he'd want to position himself as part of the same noble caste. "Yes, my lord. What other plans do you have?" She was thrilled. She'd already helped him succeed on a plan! The warm feeling in her began to grow stronger and spread. She had to help him more. She kept her face composed, but she realized that the mere act of helping him complete a plan was more stimulating than anything she'd done with her fingers or toys before. Indeed, no accomplishment or success in her life had as much satisfaction or meaning as helping her new lord.

"For my second plan, we're anticipating an expedition to my father's sanctum in modern-day Bahrain. I want you to use your government contacts to secure us easy entrance to the country, and your father's money to get us a private charter plane and boating services once we arrive."

Grace nodded, trying to seem cool and collected, not too eager. He had mentioned he liked the idea of her being icy and arrogant, and she meant to keep that up. "I'll get started right away, my lord." She held her head up and began to stride towards the door, mind already spinning through the plan, looking for weaknesses or dangers to the new center of her universe.

Her plotting was interrupted as he cleared his throat. "Actually, let's have that wait until tomorrow, after you've met Lin. She'll bring you up to speed on our current plans, and you can give your feedback. There is something else I want your help with."

Grace turned, her dress flowing around her as she waited for new plans to think through. He looked at her with sudden, naked desire. "My third task is much more immediate, and I'm afraid you don't have long to prepare at all. I'd like to bring you on-board as a new member of my harem, and I'd like to begin your orientation as my newest concubine immediately."

Grace was relieved. This was not only an easy plan (she could complete two in one night!) but if she understood what he was hinting at, she might also be able to satisfy the wet throb in her wanton pussy. "What exactly does the orientation entail?"

He walked towards her, saying, "Speaking of orientations, you'll find that your new orientation includes a healthy attraction to women. Today's orientation though, is with me specifically." He reached up and casually grasped her left breast through her dress. She gasped in surprise, but it made sense. Of course this was part of her introduction to his harem. "I see. This is going to be hands-on," she noted.

Then, she began to undress. A proper courtesan, she knew, would want to undress in an exciting way. Unfortunately, she wasn't very experienced in garnering the attraction of men, but she did her best. She stepped back and unzipped her dress, pulling the top down to reveal her expensive silken bra, which her new lord quickly unclasped the front of, allowing her perky tits to bounce free, stiff pink nipples protruding from her grapefruit-sized tits.

Her new lord looked upon the bounty of her body, laid bare before his eyes with such pleasure her graceful composure nearly shattered, despite her Herculean efforts. Instead, she lifted her head up, put one hand on her waistband and gave her best model-like pose. "Does your new courtesan please you, my lord?"

He stared for a moment, then said (in a voice she'd have called dumb from any other throat) "I didn't know nipples got that pink. They're like, hello kitty-pink."

She stared at him, a mixture of annoyance, lust and incredulity battling within her. "You are the first man to see me so exposed, and your feedback on my, frankly outstanding breasts, is that my nipples are... hello kitty pink?"

He blushed, which made her blush, a red rush appearing in both of their pale skins as the two laughed. She quickly regained herself while he shook his head at, what she could only imagine, was the stupidity of his own statements. When he noticed the movement of her breasts as she chuckled serenely at the situation, he began to pay more attention to the situation at hand, and took her breasts, one by one, into his mouth.

Grace wasn't sure the most ladylike way to moan, but she was really having trouble with the fact that she was extraordinarily aroused. Her desire was a burning heat, warring with the icy persona she was cultivating to please her master, and she settled for, "Mmm. That is very nice, my lord.", instead of letting the full-throated moans she felt boiling up within her.

She broke from his seeking lips long enough to stagger backwards and stand in front of the mirror. She turned, posing over her shoulder, and letting her chest dominate her reflection in the mirror. She let her fingers trail down the waist of her hanging dress, and slowly drew it down over her hips, displaying her silken panties as she bent over slowly, raising her ass into the air.

Grace knew that she was tall for a woman, but she'd never let the fact that her legs were long hold her back. Indeed, most women seemed jealous of the marble pillars with which she strutted through the world. Most men just stared at her ass, which was proportionate to her long, slender, white legs.

Once a female cousin, overcome by jealously, had said that Grace's ass was so long it looked like she was smuggling two watermelons under her pantsuit, but clearly it met with the approbation of most of the men who tried to hide the way they looked at her while she walked. Her new master did not hide his lust. A halo of light seemed to come from behind him as he stepped up to her in front of the mirror and his head blocked her ceiling light.

He possessively ran a hand down her spine, which tingled at its passing, and gently came to a halt on the top of her ass. His other hand turned her face toward him, and he enfolded her mouth in a passionate kiss.

While she was busy sliding her tongue across his, his hand dropped from her cheek to knead at her breasts, and the hand atop her ass hooked into her panties and slid them down her pale glutes. His hands never ceased their steady probing, one now firmly wrapped around her asscheek, pulling it aside while the other crept down the smooth lines of her torso and abdomen. She tried not to moan into his mouth as his fingers glided across the thick, golden fleece of her pubic hair and into the needy pink canyon at its base.

Grace spread her legs to allow him better access to her as she reached one of her own arms up and around his neck, thrusting her breasts out and posing for him as her other hand began to rub at the hard peak in the crotch of his pants. She popped the button and pulled his zipper down, and let his pants and underwear fall to the floor.

The rod that emerged from its nest of platinum blonde hair was stunning in both appearance and scale, and Grace felt the wetness beading around Uriah's fingers, still pumping away in her pussy, growing. She was truly privileged to sit above all others. Wordlessly, he released her from his intoxicating grasp and let her guide him back to the bed, and she dropped to her knees in one smooth motion.

It turned out it was hard to look dignified while sucking cock, but Grace did her best. She made sure to let her whole body move with her head, so that she didn't simply look like she was nodding off to sleep, and paid special attention to both frequently applying her rolling, probing tongue to his head, and allowing her throat to expand so that he could push down deep into her.

After a few minutes of this, she let his cock slide from her mouth, taking a substantial portion of her lipstick and saliva, and she looked at him. "As it is my role to warn you about dangers to your plans, I must remind you that sex with me might instill an unwanted pregnancy, and if you have lots of sex with lots of women, as I'm sure you must, you might risk contacting venereal disease. As I am a virgin, it is unlikely you'll get anything from me, but you should know the risks regardless."

He nodded. "Firstly, if you get pregnant, that would be a good sign that I am not infertile. I don't know if half-angels are even capable of breeding, and I see nothing in the literature showing that they are. So that would be a useful data point.

Secondly, I don't get sick, and I doubt I'm even capable of transmitting disease anymore.

Thirdly, you're the greatest of my concubines yet, at least in terms of social status and pedigree, so I am, frankly, unwilling to let you leave my presence any time in the near future without a snatch full of my seed."

Grace nodded. That all made sense to her. She had the resources to care for any number of children he might pump into her womb, and they would be Bellwrights, far superior to the children he might have with others. She stood up and turned around. "As we discussed earlier, my lord, it is a privilege to sit where I sit, serving you." And she delicately and tastefully reach down and lined up her patron's cockhead with her aching channel. In one swift movement, she slid down onto his lap, feeling him pierce her to her core. She proceeded to gracefully rise and fall upon his shaft, letting her twitching tunnel clamp around his member as she pivoted her hips back and forth, twisting him within her gut.

The feeling was sublime. She was on top of her world, her purpose was being fulfilled, and she was meticulously milking her patron as best as she knew how, although her experience in this area was limited.

The only problem was the growing pulse of need within her, the crescendoing joy she felt from his grunts as she bit back her screams, opting instead for ladylike squeals of delight as her new master filled her completely. She wasn't able to control it for long, and within only a few minutes, she felt her back begin to arch, her quim quivering with the inexorable orgasm she could no longer hold back.

She brought her ass down on his cock one more time, and her body slowly came down from its toe-curling arch, sweat running off her in beads. To her horror, she realized she'd failed. Her lord's scepter remained erect within her, and she'd felt his pleasure, but no sign of its abatement.

He seemed unconcerned though, as he moved her to a position where it quickly became impossible to maintain her standards of refined sophistication. She found herself lying across the bed, ample behind up in the air, as he lined back up with her still sodden cunt. The breath left Grace as Uriah plunged into her, leaning over and whispering in her ear, "Never forget, deep down, that this is where you belong. While you lord your position over all the other people around you, who see you as untouchable, as a princess, remember that inside you are really just a cock-hungry slut, eager to bend over and get fucked, praying that I deign to fill up your thirsty little pussy with my seed."

Grace didn't know if his words were meant to turn her on, but if that was their purpose, they were successful. She moaned as he thrust into her, again and again, all pretense of decorum gone as she cried out his title, "Yes, my lord. Yes, I am yours, to do with as you see fit. Yes I want you to despoil me, ravage me, breed me, fffffffffffffffuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." He thrust, and she came again, but this time with the welcome realization that he was also erupting deep within her, claiming her, painting the interior of her previously untarnished vaginal walls and cervix with his cum.

He pulled out of her and collapsed next to her on the bed. They both lay there panting for a while, as she appreciated the slow and steady trickle of his essence from between her thighs. "I think, my lord, that we can safely say your plan to induct me into your harem is well under way." Grace finally managed, pulling herself onto the massive bed. He levered himself up and lay down next to her.

"Good. Tomorrow we'll finish your induction, and get started on our other plans." She nodded sleepily, realizing that he'd quite fucked all of the nervous energy out of her. She was so stupid to have been concerned about his motives - she realized, with shock, that deep down she'd been worried when she first saw him that he might try to use his leverage over her soul to sleep with her. She almost laughed at how preposterous and misplaced that fear had been.

I woke up next to Grace in her massive bed, having slumbered there in peace for the entirety of the night. She seemed like she was on the edge of wakefulness, so I reached out and lightly grabbed her shoulder.

"Get up, get showered and get dressed. When you're done, find me. We have a full day ahead." She nodded blearily, and while she prepared, I returned to my own rooms in the large Bellwright house to find my concubines eating breakfast. I told them of my successful conquest, and I asked Lin to make sure to bring Grace up to speed on our needs. We'd be using her money, as well as that of her family, to ensure the trip to Bahrain went well. Lin nodded.

"Sure thing, boss. I've also got a line on a roomy house in Santa Rosa for us," she said, mouth full of honeyed toast, before swallowing. "We'll need somewhere a little more discreet, not to mention closer to the airport. Plus, if you want us to keep up Song's tattooing and piercing schedule, we'll need to get an artist in the city. I was thinking that it might be a good idea to bring someone on board in a more... permanent capacity."

Song chimed in, "By permanent, she means she's fawning over some babe on Insta who does tattoos in the city, and she wants you to give her the Good Word so she'll fuck us."

Lin glared at Song. "Who told you to talk? Eat your breakfast." Looking back to me, she said, "It would be convenient. I promise to keep your harem down to only those truly worth your time. The other person we need to bring on is someone who is a local expert for our trip. I've picked out this woman, Nadia Faris, from browsing university websites. She's a graduate student in Santa Barbara with an expertise in the local geography. Plus she speaks Arabic and a smattering of other languages that might be useful. Take a look at this paper." Lin pulled up her laptop and opened a PDF file, revealing a scientific paper titled, Holocene and Anthropogenic Shoreline Change in the Southern Persian Gulf Archipelagos. "She's the closest thing we're gunna get to an expert on islands in the region before we land."

I nodded. "And, let me guess, she's a total smokeshow, and that is why you picked her out of all the other people in her program?" Lin blushed quite cutely, and didn't deny my accusation. "Only the best for you, Boss."

"Okay, Lin, we'll take the cartographer. The tattoo artist we'll leave for later, if we're successful. I need to be careful who I add to my harem, at least until I decide on my next course of action. I'm already distracted enough by having you all around, I'd never get anything done if I have 12 women to look after."

My - Samantha came into the room with a pan full of eggs. "That's the nice thing about having so many concubines, Uriah. We can always keep each other entertained."

I frowned. "Can you not call me Uriah. I'm trying to figure out how I feel about... this thing we're doing, and honestly, it's kinda freaking me out. Call me boss like Lin or something."

Samantha shook her head, and I remembered that her will and soul hadn't been tamed by me yet. She was a relic, handed down to me by my father. She was also radiant today. Has she always been this beautiful? No wonder the demon in me finds her irresistible. "Boss is what Lin calls you. It is a special thing for her. Just like Sir is special for Song, because you gave it to her."

Song, apparently feeling as though she'd shut up for long enough that Lin's order to be quiet should no longer hold her, butted in again. "That wasn't the only thing he gave me when he told me to call him that. Although, honestly, calling him Sir is more difficult that fitting his cock in me. I swear, it takes me ages to remember. I always want to call him dude. I mean, look at him, he's just such a... dude. No offense, sir."

"Okay, call me whatever you want. But no Uriah. Or Urie. Pick something new." I said to my - Damn it - to Samantha.

"As you say, master." She said sweetly, curtsying in a way that made the boob window in her shirt and apron forefront in my vision.

Fortunately, that was the time that Grace finally stopped by, done up in a breathtaking blue silk dress that left very little of her magnificent torso to the imagination. Chains of silver hung across her midsection, holding together the two thin strips of blue cloth which wound up her hips to cup her breasts. Honestly, I have no clue how it stayed on, but it was spectacular. Her dirty blonde hair was done half-up in a braid along the back of her head, and the rest cascaded down to her shoulders. It was a stunning effect.

She glided into the room. "You wished to speak with me, my lord?" Her icy eyes remained cool and detached, surveying my other concubines, weighing the worth of each and every one of them. It was indescribably hot to remember the way she had begged me to fuck her from behind last night, in comparison to the frigid noble she was currently portraying.

I nodded. "This is Lin and Song Zhang, and this is my- fuck - uh, this is Samantha. Everyone, this is Grace Bellwright, your newest sister in the harem."

Grace's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly as I grouped her with the others, a flicker of displeasure she smoothed away an instant later. She inclined her head to the women, her smile cool and impeccably polite. "A pleasure."

Lin's eyes were glinting in the morning sun coming through the window. "Oh, no, Grace. The pleasure is all ours."

I decided to cut in before Lin ravished the blonde heiress at the breakfast table. "Grace, come in and sit down. Lin, fill her in on what you were telling me."

Song snickered. "Yeah I'll bet you wanna fill her in." I rolled my eyes. "Song, if you're done with breakfast, go make a private appointment with Lin's tattoo girl. Pay her whatever you need to." Song sprang to her feet. "Awesome, sir. I've been thinking about what I wanna get done next!"

Lin brought Grace up to speed on everything. Grace nodded regally and added, "I could reach out to this Nadia Faris and see if she'd be interested in a grant covering her doctoral work to support a private expedition to a gulf island. If we made the incentives strong, I'm sure she'd be willing to have a long meeting with us. After that, I doubt she'd have any further qualms about supporting your goals in whatever way you see fit."

"Do it." I commanded. "After that, I want you to arrange for transportation. Planes, cars when we land, a boat, a crew, whatever Lin says we need from her research." Grace sniffed. "My lord, I am more than capable of locating the things you need myself."

I paused. "Okay, but take her recommendations into account. Her... enthusiasm shouldn't fool you. She's smart."

Grace inclined her head as Lin beamed at me. "As you say, my lord, but I do have some expertise in overseas trips. Rather a lot, actually. Still, I'll take the girl's preliminary research into account."

Oh, man. This was going to boil over at some point. Still, I didn't think it was worth cracking down on. A little friendly competition might help make both women more useful to me, and I wouldn't do myself a service by cutting Grace's haughty attitude down, not after I'd taken so much care to preserve it.

"Lin, you help Grace organize the flights, ships and manpower we need in Bahrain. And both of you, take anything we might need from this house. I want to be on the road, the sooner the better." The two women, eyeing each other, each clearly convinced they would be the alpha in this little pack of minxes, nevertheless got up to do what I'd asked.

Song was off, and l was left alone with Samantha. She sat down across from me. "I'm sorry for throwing myself at you, master." She said, looking me dead in my eyes. "For years you were nothing more to me than the blessed son of him, the center of everything. My angel. But it was promised to me that you would ascend from humanity, that you would bless me, and that I could be freed from my role as caretaker and join you in your choir."

This was a little intense for me, and I felt myself leaning away from the zealous look in her eyes. She continued, "I'm so proud of the being you've become. An ordinary man would have let morals that do not apply to divinities hold him back. You're beyond us, beyond our petty rules and structures. I always was your servant, from the very first moment we met, before you knew what you'd become. Never an authority. I raised you to be better than that, above all others, even if you didn't know it. Ever I served you and cleaned for you and cooked for you, because those weren't skills you needed. Ever I whispered in your ear of your destiny, and you called me crazy."

She got up and went around the table, looming over me. I felt myself struggling. I had no regrets, but she was - well she was the closest thing I'd had to a mom. Had I done something I couldn't live with? Was guilt something more powerful than I could grapple with? Did I need to send her away?

She continued. "I sacrificed all those years to make you the perfect person to take up your father's mantle. All I ask in return is that I stay with you, that I serve you in this new way, now. It is what I know, in my heart and my loins, was always my purpose."

I looked down at my reflection in the silverware on the breakfast table. Her request was fair, and it was too late now, regardless. She was my thing, and I'd taken her in my rampage yesterday. She was Lin's toy, and Lin would be devastated if Samantha didn't join her in her servitude, in every way that mattered. I spoke.

"Your internal confusion about Samantha will pass. You will remember all the time she spent with you, but you will accept that your relationship has changed. All she is to you now is a very loyal and favored servant, and you will use her and reward her as you would use any of her harem-sisters."

I hadn't commanded myself since that first time, and it felt strange. I realized as my own words warped me that I could have resisted them. I could have ignored that true speech, and imposed my will against myself. That is useful, I'll have to remember that if I encounter more of my kind.

I looked up to see a smile of pure delight covering Samantha's face. She looked 20 years younger, so elated to see my decision that only joy shone through her countenance onto me. Without a word she leaned down and kissed me, and in one motion swung her apron and short, flowery dress up, revealing that she hadn't worn underwear to breakfast. Her pussy was damp, as though with morning dew, and she'd clearly prepared for this by shaving her mound until she had nothing more than a landing strip extending up towards her stomach.

She expertly undid my fly, kissing me all the while, and swung her leg up over my lap. In seconds our bodies were joined, and I lost track of time as I thrust up into her, and she ground against me. At the end of that beautiful, timeless span, I became aware of the desperate fluttering of her pussy around me, and I sped up my own desperate drive to bury myself in the wet, fertile morass between her legs. I gasped as she cried out, and together we came at last to an understanding.