Cult Appeal 9 (Patreon)

“I do surrender,” she said weakly. “I just don't see why you want more of me… so soon. I can still feel the sweat from last time!”

“Because I am once more able,” Titus said softly. “And Karen is always able. You will soon come to admit your wants… your desire to be taken, over and over again. You will see no more virtue in denying your urges. Only the pleasure of giving in. As much and as often as possible. Hail Nirvon.”

“Hail Nirvon,” Cassie repeated as though hypnotized.

He took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. They crashed down to the floor, naked bodies entwined already. Cassie thought she would lose her grip on consciousness with how violently Titus kissed her, but she didn't resist. She responded in kind.

I don't want to resist, she thought. What I really want is to surrender. He's right. I must give in to Nirvon.

She pictured the Sign of Nirvon, the sensual way it both curved and phallically thrust, and her natural reluctance faded. She did want this! Surrendering to Nirvon was also surrendering to herself!

Titus’s tongue forced its way into her mouth and hotly searched for more pleasures to make her feel. Then, with the hands cupping her head, he pushed her downward. Towards the pounding erection she felt heating the air between them.

He doesn't want to fuck me, Cassie realized. He wants me to suck him off. This is more than surrendering to Nirvon! It's surrendering to him!

“Wait! Titus! I thought you were going to fuck me!”

“I'm going to do everything to you,” he said coolly. “And you are going to submit.”

It was like he was narrating her life; describing what she was going to do before she did it. Despite her reluctance to do something so kinky, she found herself submitting just as he said. Titus held her face to his girthy manhood—she felt it pulsing, thick with life. The musky, manly scent filled her lungs: something she knew would normally disgust her, but somehow didn't. Instead, she felt charged with a keen awareness of what was happening. An abundance of details she'd normally overlook.

She'd never done this with Kon, never even thought about it. In fact, she'd always been passive. Having things done to her, not doing them. But now she couldn't stop herself from… from taking his cock into her mouth. Giving into how it demanded to be kissed, licked, tasted!

“Suck,” Titus breathed roughly. “Suck!”

Sweat broke out on Cassie’s brow. She felt a hint of shame, but it only seemed to spur her on.

“Yes. This is Nirvon’s will! This is your surrender!”

Tears brimmed in Cassie's eyes. She was shocked at herself! She had a cock in her mouth and she was sucking on it! She was being a whore!

“This is what Nirvon wants! This is what you must do for Nirvon!”

Nirvon wanted her to be a whore!

Cassie tentatively reached up to touch the phallus that she had so impulsively taken into her mouth. She caressed the sweaty foreskin, knowing she was tasting it as well. Tasting her own womanhood also. She shuddered a little when the man throbbed in her mouth. She was exciting him! She was getting him off! What he'd done to her, now she was doing to him!

She kept sucking Titus, reassuring herself that she was fulfilling Nirvon’s will.

In the neighboring room, Karen watched, knowing she would review the footage from the camera beside her as well. She'd watch this countless times. She might not even stop when she was able to join in. The naughty, taboo nature of the voyeurism was that enticing.

She was wildly excited, watching the girl lower herself down to the prophet’s cock like she felt compelled to worship it. She stared, breathless, at every inch Cassie progressed. Giving out a small but elated cry when Cassie’s lips accepted the huge erection all the way into her.

Karen perched on the side of the table that held the camera, careful not to disturb it, and lifted her gown off her legs until her pink slit was exposed. Titus’s body writhed with all the bliss Cassie gave him; Karen watched every move intently. And as she watched, she began to explore herself the same as Titus and Cassie were exploring each other.

She ran her fingers along the ripples of pleasure throbbing from her empty, eager insides. Finding her clit and rubbing it, searching it, until she'd found the exact right touch to delight herself with.

“Aaahhhhh…” Karen moaned sweetly, already addicted to the delicious feelings she was giving herself. “Yesssss…”

As she watched, Titus groaned and put himself deeper into Cassie’s mouth. Almost to the back of her throat. She was bent over his groin, shuddering as she thought to herself, again and again, of the hard, swollen thing filling her mouth.

Her lips wrapped around the heated thickness of it, tongue unable to stop tracing the veins bloated along the length of Titus’s arousal. She gagged as it pushed deeper. But the more she gagged, the harder she tried to accept it into her throat.

And Titus was merciful with her, moving the phallus in and out, allowing her to taste his tiny drippings of precum instead of losing them inside her throat. Cassie still felt a sense of disgust with herself, but it only seemed to aroused her more.

There was an autoeroticism to how Titus slowly put himself into Cassie’s mouth, then brought himself out. Giving his cock the delightful feel of her sucking, then denying it to himself. Only to savor his next taste of that sweet pressure on his tender organ. The lips sliding over his thick shaft, then the lewd spiciness of her teeth grating on the fullness of his arousal.

He went in and out with the exquisite certainty that she would accept what he fed her. The tempo increasing as his appreciation of her efforts grew.

“Yes!” he cried. “Please me! Please Nirvon! And suck harder!”

Karen was in a frenzy. She was driven further into it with every moment she watched Titus’s cock bulging in Cassie's throat. Her clit was fiercely erect, twitching with the excitement she felt. She rubbed and pinched the hardened nub, sending seething bursts of passion coursing through her body.

She stroked herself so hard, in her passion, that her clit was now raw, stinging even as it thrilled her. Making it even better, because now she was like Cassie: being choked by what she so fervently desired. In fact, she wouldn't mind if it hurt more. Like when Titus first had her and she learned how much her tiny little pussy could stretch.

And that's going to happen to Cassie, she thought, so lasciviously that she had to lick her lips. All this will make her forget how intense it was. And then she'll learn it all over again.

Her fingers moved off her wildly pulsing bud and went to her gates. For a moment she paused at the wetly dark hair that coated her pubic vee, waiting to see if the anticipation that gripped her could become any more intense. Then she gave in, venting all her lust in one sudden penetration.

“Ooohhhh…” she moaned with complete abandon, barely able to keep her eyes open to watch her lover reacting to his own bliss. “Nnnngghhh…”

Titus groaned almost at the same pitch she was at, pushing even more of his manhood into Cassie’s undersized mouth. He held her head tight, fingers tangled with her blonde curls like he wanted to touch every hair on her head. His body glistened with sweat as he worked his hips back and forth, pumping himself into Cassie’s throat. He arched his back, lifting Cassie almost up off her hands and knees in trying to get even more of his organ down her tender throat.

Cassie felt like a whore, degraded and dirty, but there was no stopping her. Every suck and swallow was a tiny pleasure flickering inside her. Tiny but unlike anything she'd ever known.

What's happening? She wondered. How can I be enjoying this? Is this what it's supposed to be like when I've overcome my petty neuroses? When I've truly submitted to Nirvon?

She’d thought she would feel pure, but all she felt pervading her body was filthiness and disgust… and wildness. A freeing kind of wildness, an edge of animal degeneracy that once she would’ve expected to repulse her. But it was in Cassie’s veins instead, electrifying her, sweeping her up and making her feel… powerful!

Yes, that was it! She was powerful enough to withstand the petty shame of society—strong enough to hold true to Nirvon and the pleasures he’d shown her. There was no guilt at cheating on Kon; she wanted him to know! She wanted him to see how good it felt, even without him, when she followed through on her curiosity and explored the new, the untried, instead of hiding from it like he would have her do!

She had shown him! Shown herself! Found a new world of sexual deliciousness Kon could only dream of! He was too smallminded to share it with her!