Isabel meets her new god

Chapter 8

"Good morning my lord."

Lilian pays no further attention to Isabel the second the two enter the huge room. While Isabel remains standing at the door, scared to ****, Lilian strides through the already familiar chaos of an all-day fuckfest, prancing over senselessly fucked and confusedly babbling girls.

"Ah, Lilian my beauty" Isabel hears a cheerful male voice. She has imagined the voice of God differently. Curious, she takes a step into the room but bumps into two naked and sticky bodies. Fascinated, she sees the two cum-covered bodies lying in front of her, intimately intertwined and breathing softly. Then a shrill scream from the bed draws her attention.

Two girls have just tumbled out of the huge, soft bed and are lying on the floor at Lilian's feet. She looks at them and points to the door.

"Go to the infirmary." The two girls hurry quickly across the room, past the shocked Isabel. As they limp past her, Isabel sees the sore bottoms of the two girls, but also notices their tear-streaked but satisfied faces. She guesses what fate may befall her, but she notices the plump buttocks and knows what her new god likes to do with them. She has to swallow hard.

"My lord, I have something to confess to you," she hears her sister's voice from the bed. Isabel gets ready. Still she doesn't see who Lilian is talking to, something that only makes her more nervous.

"That can wait" she hears the man's voice. Then she sees two big, muscular arms wrapping around the slender figure of Lilian. "I've missed you."

"My lord I..." Then she sees her sister's long, pure legs fly into the air while the young man pulls her on top of him. Her thin robe flies up and Isabel sees her sister's perfectly shaved cunt for the first time. "My Lord... I... Oh God... Oh my God..." perplexed Isabel watches from the doorway as Lilian begins to writhe in his grip like a possessed snake. "I serve you...my God I serve you...you are everything to me..."

"Come for me my beauty."

"Gooood! My gooood! My goood!"

Isabel slaps her hands in front of her mouth as she watches her sister come to an orgasm only through foreplay that she has never even dreamed of in all her nineteen years. Transparent juice squirts out in several spurts from between Lilian's legs, across the bed and into the sheets as her legs twitch and Isabel gets a glimpse of her gushing opening.

Lilian, meanwhile, seems to have forgotten everything around her, clings to the man still covered by her and the sheets as if her life depended on it and experiences another, then another and, Isabel is sure, a fourth divinely intense orgasm.

While she stands dazed in the room, the six maids enter but remain standing against the wall waiting, while kissing and smacking sounds emanate from the bed. Isabel sees several more naked bodies but none of the two kissing on the bed pays any attention to them.

The lovemaking of the two continues for several minutes until Lilian can obviously think so clearly again that something other than him has room in her head. Now Isabel understands somewhat what her sister meant.

"My lord, I... I have to tell you something." Isabel sees Lilian sit up. And then she sees the young man below her. An incredible body rises. Steel-hard muscles, perfect physique, full hair, striking features, clear, shining eyes, pure skin, perfect teeth and an incredible smile. In a second Isabel feels the dull throbbing between her thighs. In an instant she becomes hot and cold. Her skin tingles, her lips get wet from saliva and her mouth is slightly open while her breathing accelerates. Her heart races, her feet soften and her hands begin to tremble slightly with adrenaline.

She knew roughly what to expect, processed and analyzed what little she could glean from the confused but happy returnees from the domicile. Then she spent years preparing. She trained, perfected her skin. She learned manners and acquired every sex position imaginable. She has focused her life on one purpose, to be the best possible fuck and companion. She is an angel on the street and a whore in the sheets, or wherever else. Or she is an angel in bed. She is flexible, not only in body but also in mind. She can adapt quickly, is sexy and chaste, kinky and educated. She has trained her mind and body to be the perfect girl.

Now she sees his body and everything in her is thrown into confusion. The fact alone of being so incredibly unprepared is what throws her off her game. Just the sight of the man she has been preparing for since the day she learned she had a sister makes her wet and willing. The sight of him sets animalistic, primeval urges in motion inside her and suddenly it's not her sister or the world outside that counts. Isabel feels the all-consuming need, the urge to submit to this man and become a part of his life.

And then she fights down the urge.

She almost doesn't make it but she sees how happy and content her sister is in his arms and Isabel doesn't want Lilian to take the risk of bringing her here and end up with a disappointment. No, she has a plan. Isabel must not become just another number on a list. She must become someone for this divine man Lilian is proud of. Only then can Isabel unite her sister's happiness with her ambitions and Isabel's.