Enlighten her

You see your mother sitting in the living room with her head in her hands. You’re upset — it’s clear the stress of the last few days has been eating away at her. And as much as you’d love to convince her naturally, to prove that you won’t become drunk with power… you also don’t want to see your Mom hurting like this.

So, after mulling it over a final time, you decide to relieve her of her suffering. You walk up to her, slowly, and she gives you a startled look. But your palm makes contact with her forehead, and you beam the feeling of acceptance and reverence for you into her mind.

Now, all of her apprehensions about you becoming a God are gone. You watch as the expression on her face goes from pain to ecstatic joy. She springs up from where she sat and wraps her arms around your neck to envelop you in a kiss. Her tongue fights its way inside of your mouth as you return the hug.

Ok, so you implanted some other thoughts in her as well. Big deal.

Meanwhile, at the New York Ziggurat, Mark is having a whale of a time with his vast collection of fine ass bitches. At present he was letting a Mexican woman give him a titjob, while two tall, sexy Russians stood at either side of his throne, jutting out their chests and smiling down at their Master.

Before today, the Russians had been socialites here in Manhattan. They were hipster millennials with a penchant for fashion and making themselves look good for the camera. But now, they knew that the rest of their lives would be in service of this boy, this High Priest, who would lord over them and use their bodies as he saw fit.

“Master,” they muttered in unison, as the Latina picked up speed, slamming her funbags onto his dick. “How would you like us to serve you?”

“You useless sluts… OH, FUCK!” Mark growled, after the Mexican started sucking the tip of his cock in between pumps. “Dasha, go and put some hours on the treadmill. You’ve got a fit body now, but it needs to be perfect for me. Sophia here will check on you later.”

“Yes, Master!” The smile never left her face as Dasha ran off for the temple’s home gym.

“And Anna,” he said, turning to the other Slav. “Get behind Sophia, turn around, bend over, and twerk for me. Your fat fucking ass is going to put me over the edge in no time.”

“Yes, Master,” she cooed in her hot foreign accent. She walked over so her feet were flat on the red, royal rug in front of the throne. Then she touched her toes and started shaking her butt for her younger, handsome lover. Mark couldn’t last another minute, and erupted in Sophia’s mouth, before letting the final spurts ooze out onto her tits, her face, and Anna’s butt and feet.

Cleaning up wouldn’t be an issue, now that he’d assigned one of the servants to be a human vacuum. He clapped twice, and Kat, an 18 year-old white girl from Nebraska, came bobbing in. Mark only had to snap and point, and Kat went about her duties with remarkable efficiency. She sucked the cum off every part of every taut, tanned body.

When she was through, Mark knew she was in need of a reward. He got off the throne and led Kat by the hand to one of the ziggurat's many private bedrooms. She was absolutely giddy with excitement.