Cult Appeal 8 (Patreon)

Still lying on the plush carpet, Cassie had slipped halfway into sleep. And while she dozed, Titus had quietly left the room to reunite with Karen, who had rushed through her duties with bated breath, eager to return.

“I've made a copy of the recording the camera made,” she told Titus. “But we can always use more recordings… as backup.”

“Hail Nirvon.”

“Hail Nirvon,” Karen echoed, smiling at him. “So, did you have enough of the girl or would you like to see more of her?”

“More. Like you, she's a female that bears repeating.”

Karen drew aside a thick curtain. The window she bared didn't look out on nature. It showed the worship center, where Cassie sprawled in naked glory across the ground.

“If she knew how good she looked to us, do you think she'd mind us watching her?” Titus asked, staring at Cassie’s sleek, sensual body with a remembered appreciation of how sweetly it had served him.

“Not after only one session,” Karen cautioned. “But a few more tastes of you and she'll be free of her old inhibitions.”

They both continued to stare at Cassie in approval, catching every little detail of how she began to twitch with wakefulness. Her slender body undulated slowly, still caught in how fulfilled she'd been by all Titus did to her. Her full breasts rose and fell with the ardor of the ocean when the wind was up.

Titus felt something like those same waves rolling through his endowment, bringing it to fervent life. The excitement of having a new acolyte to teach passion to made him anxious to fully initiate her into the pleasures he was master of.

Karen reached down to pet his rising erection. “Anxious to get back to work, aren't we?”

“As anxious as you are to see her worked on. But this time, I'm going to let her show me what she wants instead of having to show her.”

“As if she could want anything but what you already gave her.” Now Karen caressed Titus’s dark curls out of his eyes. “Don't overexert yourself. Let her do the work. Remember she's the one that wants it.”

“Not the only one who wants it.” A handsome smile spread over his face. “Definitely not the only one.”

And he left Karen wanting while he exited the room. She sighed, watching his naked body in motion and a part of her wishing she could be the only one to benefit from his perfect cock. But she knew that wasn't Nirvon’s will. What she had enjoyed must be shared with other women who needed Titus. Women like Cassie.

But oh, how her body fired at the sight of the boy's supple ass bobbing with each step he took and how the light played over the bristling muscles of his broad back. Yet what most excited her was the memory of how his cock felt inside her. Karen could see it swinging between his thighs as he left and she envied Cassie, though a part of her pitied her. She also remembered how intense it had been, getting used to how Titus made love.

The door closed and Karen went to check the camera in front of the two way mirror. She would enjoy watching, but if anyone else wanted to, the camera needed to be in perfect working order.

***

Titus lay down beside Cassie. Despite his certainty in how she would submit to him and join Karen in his service, he had to admit he hadn't been this exhilarated in weeks. She was an adroit new discipline. The perfect complement to Karen. And he felt his potency at its peak, making him irresistible even to a woman who had no wish not to indulge.

Lying spread-eagle on the rug, Cassie awoke to the feel of Titus’s lips against hers. His body was pressed to her and his hard prick burned like a brand into her thigh. She was confused but not frightened. Even without yet understanding what this was, she wanted more of it.

“Surrender to Nirvon,” Titus said, his voice both soothing and terse with desire. “You belong to Nirvon.”

Cassie remembered where she was, though it reminded her of being in a dream and accepting surreal circumstances without thought. She had already submitted to Nirvon’s will; to Titus. And now he wanted more?

Yet her body was telling her she wanted more as well. And that shocked her into resisting.

“Titus, wait…”

“Why wait?” he asked. “You know how good this feels. We could be experiencing that again. It was as good for me as it was for you…”

“I… I can't just… feel good all the time!” Cassie stammered.

Titus’s eyes burned with zealousness. “Whyever not?”

“I… I should get home.” It would've been easier if he screamed at her. She was used to defying men who wanted to intimidate her. But how could she argue against someone who wished only to please her?

Who had pleased her?

“Surrender. You must surrender. There can be no pleasure without surrender,” Titus intoned.

Cassie was beset by her own ecstatic memories. She worried she was about to lose out on what she'd only once sampled.