Lilian in the evening

Chapter 5

With a soft, feminine moan Lilian wakes up and blinks into the reddish light of the evening. She lies next to her god in bed, warm and safe, and feels the already familiar confusion that will soon dissolve into a blissful sense of well-being when the fog of divine sexual satisfaction dissipates.

She still feels every movement of him inside her, remembers every twitch, every kiss, every touch and every word they exchanged. But everything is also one fluffy, loving, colorful cloud of good feelings. How long did they had had sex? Lilian only knows that it is evening, not how many days have passed. Where is her tablet? She finds it lying next to her, but cannot reach it because her arms do not obey her yet.

A slight tremor announces the monumental aftershocks of her countless orgasms that would drive any other girl insane. But Lilian is already so bound to her god that her spirit does not splinter under the happiness like a wine glass on a granite floor. She can stand to be closer to him for a long time. And she enjoys it.

But she also has a slight feeling of guilt. A feeling she also knows well, but tries to suppress for his sake. He doesn't want to see her doubting.

But why did he choose her again this time? The last memory she has before the wonder of his body are dozens of fucked, happy, stupid looks of dozens of girls in his palace and her well-known caring for him so that every area of his life is supplied with fuckable young and tender bodies. So why did he end up with her again? Again with her in his bed? Lilian turns around.

And with seven maids.

This wakes Lilian up. It takes two minutes to control her body enough to move, but then she grabs her tablet and looks at it. It was a short fun. The group only fucked through the night. That means the maids lying next to her now, covered under a blanket of encrusted cum, intertwined, smiling contentedly... Two of the motionless fucked bodies should actually be in charge of dinner.

Lilian swings herself out of bed and kicks her bare feet into the sticky substance they are all addicted to here. She wobbles a bit on her feet, feeling as if she were fogged by the after-effects of a long stay in space. She was up there, not in heaven but far above it, in a place where science connects with the divine. This is what it feels like to be fucked by Finn Lynchwood.

Lilian moves and feels guilty. She doesn't want to leave him, wants to lie in his arms, to be satisfied, safe, fulfilled, happy. But it is not her contentment that counts. Her life, every atom in her body, her soul, everything belongs to him. And she has put everything in his service. She exists only for him and therefore it is her duty to see to it that the team of maids is increased to serve him dinner tonight at the right time.

But Lilian feels guilty for another reason. And she is so embarrassed, she would only tell her God if he asked her directly. Every day he makes sure, several times, that she is happy. He knows everything about her. But she will tell him this one thing only when he explicitly asks. Lilian looks at his sleeping body. A sleeping god.

She does not lie to him out of self-interest, no, and she is ashamed of concealing the truth. But unlike him, she is not a god, just a foolish human who lives under his glamour and serves him every day for the privilege of making his life better.

Lilian is too ashamed to stay with him because she cannot serve him if she would stay. Lilian is ashamed to want to stay with him because she is not like the other girls and is needed not only for her holes.

And Lilian is ashamed to leave him, to serve him... because she knows he wants her to stay with him, that he wants her around him.

She looks at the battered bodies of her bedfellows, then at hers. Compared to the other girls, she looks good. Her dress is not torn, her body only smeared with cum between her legs. Another stab of guilt. He never fucked her ass, never used his divine instrument to conquer that hole of hers like he did with... three of the four other girls. Lilian shakes her head.

It's not about her. She serves him as he pleases.

With that, as every day, every hour, every time she sees him, she represses the rival feelings she has for him and rescues herself into the well-known safety of serving.

On bare feet, she quietly and swiftly leaves the room, sneaking out the door, but not without taking one last look at his divine body. He smiles.

And that makes Lilian smile.

"Good evening Miss Lilian." The two maids waiting for her behind the great door to his bedroom bow.

"Good evening." She pulls out her teblet and tugs at her smeared velvet nightgown. "We need replacements for seven maids in his room." One of the maids bows and taps away on high-heeled shoes. "And order two more, no, four more to the kitchen. I don't want dinner to be late." Lilian and the other girl glance at the closed door. "He's going to need the energy."

"Yes, Miss Lilian." The other maid also hurries away.

After the scamper of the girls is lost in the great wide corridors, Lilian turns her attention to planning the evening. Dinner on one of the large terraces, she decides. Her god likes that. Plus a show of belly dancers... or rather exotic scarf dancing? Lilian decides on the latter and orders six girls from the relevant department. And if he doesn't like it? To be on the safe side she adds orders for the discussion team and two hardcore **** girls. Pleasure for the head and the cock. Everything else she will have to improvise if her master asks for something else.

She should have known, she thinks to herself with a slight smile, but it is lost under her cries of pleasure and wild moans.

Today the master is craving for hard sex and Lilian is available as always. Two of the cloth dancers nibble on her hard nipples, another licks her belly and she feels the hair of the fourth between her legs while her tongue runs over the area where his divinity penetrates her body.

"Fuck! Master! Fuck you're fucking me so good! I can't take it anymore!" Lilian bites her tongue. Was that a wrong exclamation? Her god moves a little slower in a moment, pushing one of the girls away from her nipple and licking over it himself while his strong arms hold her securely on the table. Something cold stabs her in the butt, maybe a fork, and something squishy, maybe pudding, sticks between her butt cheeks and runs onto the girl's head below. Master Lynchwood has simply swept the food aside and taken her, and Lilian is lost in the glorious whirl he is able to trigger in her mind. Until she had made a mistake.

She had let herself go, spoken the truth as soon as she felt her body could no longer absorb good feelings without exploding. And her God had responded to her. Now Lilian is angry with herself. Not only had she refused her god her services, **** actions on him, but it was also to her chagrin. Her god should determine how he takes her. It is not up to Lilian to decide about her body, especially if she wants to come herself. This childish exclamation, this stupid assumption that she knew better than him if her slender, shapely body, made for God, could withstand his attacks, robbed her of her all-consuming orgasm. How can she make it up to him? How can she show him that he is in control without her having to **** him?

She wraps her legs around his pumping body, clutching her god for safety and security and feeling his cock blessing her body. It feels so good that her whole body seems to explode. Hundreds of orgasms rush through every cell in her body, but for Lilian and her god, these are just normal feelings during sex.

But Lilian need not to worry, for her doubts have been heard by God. And God answers.

"With you, I just can't help myself. You are so beautiful, Lilian." He murmurs into her neck, pressing her against him, her nipples brushing against his bare skin, sending electrifying jolts through her body.

"Yes... please... I want... I need..."

"More" her Master finishes her sentence for her, helping her bring order to the chaos of her mind. And Lilian is grateful. He has heard her, he knows exactly what she wants and needs.

"Yes!" she exclaims, wrapping her legs around him. "Yes, please! Master! Fuck me until I can't walk anymore!"

And he does.

And again the same glorious ritual, the challenge, the victory, the gratitude of having made it for him.

And again she stands by the bed, this time the moon high in the sky, flooding the room with white light. But this time it was just her. No other girl.

He had carried her from the table to the shower, taken her there, then cleaned her. Then he had taken her in bed. She wanted to ride him, to show him that she adored him.

But he wanted it tenderly. And Lilian wanted it too. She sometimes founds it hard to follow his demands, the speed of his mind compared to hers intoxicating her. Just when she is pudding in his hands.

Lilian continues to look at his body and forgets the time.

Finally, however, she shakes her head. She bends over slightly, strokes her leg with her hand and catches a handful of cum dripping from her hole. Her shirt is sticking to her body, her master has blessed her abundantly today. And it tastes so good, Lilian has to suppress a cry of (already known but still recurring) surprise, she also fights down the muffled moan of pleasure and catches herself before her legs give way. Like every girl here, she is addicted to his sperm, the divine fluid that grants everyone here his infinite, easy, glorious life.

But Lilian is not like the others here. She may, but does not want to come like every girl who tastes or feels his gift inside her. The master is asleep, he would have nothing of her orgasm. And Lilian is strong. Master Finn has made her strong. She fights down the orgasm.

And she feels guilty.

She should come. She wants it. He wants her to. But she doesn't. Because she wants to serve him. And... And because she wants to be special for him. Lilian knows that she can be free in his golden palace. To be free, as he wants her to be. But she also wants to stay with him...

This time, too, it is duty that saves her from her girlish lusting for a divine man.

"Miss Lilian?" It's one of the guards of the palace. Of course, security is not a concern when living with a god, but her master sometimes likes to fuck girls dressed like slutty policewomen, and Lilian has moved them to the perimeter of the property for better roleplay. The girl, just last week fucked out of her mind in a role play, looks a bit unsure herself, but takes her duty as seriously as Lilian. "We have an incident."

"An incident?" Nothing goes wrong in this palace. There's a god living here. That mens... "An outsider?" The 'policewoman' nods in her tight costume and fishnet stockings. Lilian looks at her watch. "Now?"

"She demands to see you."

"Me? Not... him?" The guard shakes his head.

"What do you want me to do with her?"

"Her?"

"A girl, about twenty I'd say." Now Lilian understands. It doesn't happen often, her god rarely leaves his palace. But when he does, he occasionally comes back from a 'shopping trip' with several dozen new girls. Lilian knows that. And sometimes it happens that a girl escapes his grip, for a short time. Or he has fun making them walk here like pilgrims to a monastery. Sometimes the girls know what awaits them, sometimes they just hope. But always they are desperately searching for the divine cock that has filled them all.

Surely it is one of the girls. Lilian nods, pulls the cum-soaked nightgown tighter around her body and follows the guard through the nighttime corridors of the palace, through the large gardens, down the long driveway.

All the way outside in front of the big gate.

And there stands a girl. Maybe twenty years old, beautiful, but they all are.

Lilian falters, stops. The girl. She does not seem ****. Has her master tried something new? So far she knows the reaction to his divinity all too well.

The girl stands at the gate and watches Lilian closely. Several more guards stand in the area.

"Who are you?" asks Lilian, suddenly hesitant, confused. Something is different about this girl.

"My name is Isabel," the girl answers. "And I know you, Lilian."