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It was like she was in a trance… one she wanted to be in. She wasn't enslaved by Titus, she was free. Free of everything but her excitement. Free almost of gravity itself; she could've been floating up into the air. 

Titus caressed her face as Karen had, his touch swaying like a snake, while his chant became something else. 

"Hail Nirvon... Hail Nirvon... Hail Nirvon..."

Overwhelmed with his touch, Cassie moved with how he was caressing her, body undulating with the words making their way up from her voicebox. She felt strange, excited, but not at all weirded out by what she was saying or the chant she was repeating. She was lost in this feeling of exhilaration, yet also so centered, so much herself. The incense, the soft glow of the light, it was a part of her, not something she was overwhelmed by. She gave herself over to it so fully that she didn't feel like she was submitting at all. Just joining with some larger whole that was somehow still her.

Then she came back to herself. Titus was still there, but he was naked now, not wearing the clothes she'd thought he had on. Instantly Cassie felt self-conscious. What was this? Why did he need to be naked to feel the oneness with Nirvon that she knew with all her clothes on?

Could there be more of this transported feeling than she was experiencing now?

No. No chance. She'd made a mistake coming here. This man, a complete stranger, was naked and erect and huge despite all his talk of spirituality and religion. Kon was right. It was all a scam.

“Is it that comfortable to you? Your suspicion? Your judgment? You've felt Nirvon –now you're ready to abandon him so easily?”

Cassie couldn't answer. She felt so fuzzy. Unable to debate Titus or even answer him. All she was capable of was leaving. Getting away from him before he convinced her of something she couldn't be convinced of.

She ran, but there was no opening for her to get through in the velvet drapes. They seemed as impassible as her own whirling feelings.

“Don't fear,” Titus said soothingly. “There's no danger in this. The true harm is in denying yourself, in damaging your own desires until you can no longer feel them.”

Cassie turned to him, eyes wide. “I didn't say you could take your clothes off.”

“Of course not. How could you? You can't even give yourself permission to feel what you're now feeling.”

“I'm not feeling anything. I just want to leave.”

“Because I'm naked?”

“Yes!”

“Because you're afraid of nakedness. Your fear comes between you and Nirvon.”

“I'm not afraid!”

“You're so fearful you need one fabric after another to separate you from a man no different than you. If you quail so readily that even the sight of your desire is too much for you, then go. I won't hide myself to assuage your fears. But if you're capable of humbling yourself, then do so. Sacrifice your need for modesty and make an offering of your beauty to Nirvon. You will be rewarded for it.”

Cassie felt like he'd made a hole in her. She still wanted to run, to obey the warning fear-klaxon of debauchery… but now she felt again the peace she had known at his gentle touch, her own soft words joining with his, the presence of Nirvon making her feel in control of not having control. She heard herself… a small voice she couldn't believe was making itself heard over her shame and fear… and it told her what should truly scare her was her unwillingness to open herself something strange and new when she'd felt it so intensely.

You're not Kon, she told herself. He wrote this all off without giving it a chance. You've given it a chance and there's something real here. Don't turn into Kon now when you already know you've found something.

“Hail Nirvon,” Titus said, his voice full of gentle force, moving his naked body with inexorable deliberation. Seeing him, Cassie could only think of how he would move as he made love, the way he would visit pleasure on her the moment their bodies touched. He seemed to draw his own enjoyment from her attention, needing only her interest in him to feel satisfaction. She felt like he was experiencing what she could only fantasize about.

“Are you afraid?” he asked suddenly. “Too afraid for the joys of Nirvon?”

“I'm not afraid,” she whispered, as if she could make it true by saying it.

“You can't be afraid, not now,” he said, so compelling that this just didn't seem like it could only be a thing someone was saying. Like this was more than someone's voice. “This is your chance to give yourself over to Nirvon. Your one chance to get away from your small world, your closed world, and enter a world that's finally big enough for you. Do you want that? Because if it's to be yours, it must be now. You must decide now! You can't remain in your old life a moment longer!”

Each sentence came hypnotically, one after the other, the newest word always pounding louder than the last.

Cassie didn't feel big enough to contain all that he was telling her. She lifted her hands up to her head, wishing she could squeeze down some of the confusion buzzing in her skull. Then, suddenly, she was instead ripping her clothes from her body.

“No! I won't stay in my old life! I won't keep being afraid! I want this! I want it! Yesss!”

Tears blurred Cassie's vision as she took off her shoes, her stockings, her skirt. She stood now only in her bra and panties, feeling shame and terror but not nearly as much as she would think she'd feel, exposing herself to such a perfect stranger.

“Dance then! Flaunt your body! Show me the true lust inside you!” Titus commanded, his eyes flowing unendingly over all she'd bared.

Cassie wished she could obey without hesitation, but all she felt was awkward and halting as she tried to dance. But still she did it. Cassie took heart in that. Maybe she wasn't far along on her journey but she'd started it!

Titus avidly watched her dance, observing her ass quivering and her skin rippling. Her skin was so fair that it seemed to glow in the room’s darkness. Her smooth, slenderly muscled legs reminded him of a coltish horse gallivanting around. He wanted to run his hands all over them, over all of her, and most especially the hot and excited cunt nestled inside her snug little panties.

He moved to her, feeling the throb of his awakened manhood and knowing he need not fondle himself to maintain his excitement. He enjoyed feeling the nearness of his climax, knowing this woman was so arousing that it would challenge him to hold back from ejaculation with her.

As he came near, Cassie stopped, her nervousness sharper than ever. At some point he'd stopped appearing as a man to her and become a demigod, a satyr with eyes burning and body sweaty. She could smell the headiness of his cologne, mixed with the smell of his body, which seemed so much stronger despite being almost imperceptible.

Her vision blurred. Now she couldn't swear that Titus wasn't a satyr. And if she had seen herself, Cassie didn't know if she'd be able to tell that it was her and not some… artist's creation, made for a painting, meant to be ravished so her beauty could be properly presented.

Cassie knew she wasn't a painter's invention. So this had to be happening to another person. Even though she felt his fingers undo her bra. Her breasts burst out from confinement, the rush of air against their bareness cooling… and yet making her feel hotter. She shuddered, caught between the chill on her nudity and the heat deep inside her.

She watched as if through eyes not her own at Titus as he leaned down and bit her hard nipple. It was like Cassie wasn't really seeing it. She saw it like it was happening to a stranger and then was surprised by the feeling of delight spreading from her turgid nipple. His hands slid up her thighs and back down her hips, slipping over her nervous sweat. The feel of her own perspiration ground back into her body made Cassie come back to herself. Sucked back inside her lusting, burning body.

It was as if she had a moment to come up to breathe, then she went back under. Into the excited but distant place where she could act without guilt. Her fear and doubt weren't coming back, no matter how much Titus did. It was more like a fantasy than reality. Yet she could feel it. It was like being in a dream she could touch.

Titus ran his lips over every inch of her shapely bust, relishing how fully his this soft young body was. His teeth closed on a hard nipple and he pulled at it, distending the areola slightly.

“Aaaahhhh…” Cassie's lips quivered, body surging with ripples of pleasure and feeling a lovely tingle breathe its way into her sex.