Messy, but dark and cozy.

I hadn’t packed much, and I ended up being sort of glad. Room 213 was pretty cramped. There was barely enough space for two sets of beds, two desks, and only a single dresser which Makenzie informed me we would have to share. There was also a single closet that was spacious, but we’d need to split down the middle.

Speaking of sharing, there was a single bathroom which at first I was glad to find had two different shower stalls and two separate sinks next to each other. That was until I found out why. On the opposite wall of the bathroom there was another door that led to room 214. In other words, we shared our bathroom with two other people. Scheduling was evidently going to be absolutely key to not losing our minds.

We spent the better part of an hour moving all of Makenzie’s stuff to her side of the room to make way for my things. The previous semester she had evidently been lucky enough to not have a roommate, so she more or less just used the whole room and didn’t bother to clean up before she went to stay with her boyfriend over the summer. Ex-boyfriend, I had to remind myself.

It was at this point that I discovered that while I wouldn’t have considered Makenzie much of a slob, a title I typically reserved for people who didn’t throw out food containers or the like, she certainly wasn’t very organized or cleanly. The room had been littered with her clothes, presumably that had just been sitting around before she left, old books, and boxes for electronic devices.

Besides these obvious unsightly things, her room was decorated darkly and edgily. Exactly what I would expect from a classic goth chick. It was in this moment that the reality of my situation sank in for me. I was sharing a room with a cute goth girl. A cute goth girl whose E-cup tits I could play with all I wanted, and who would do anything I wanted so long as I offered to let her drink my sperm. And I was next door to another girl who wasn’t quite as goth, but who still would likely let me do all of those things too.

“You okay?” Makenzie asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Oh, yeah, just uh, shocked still that I get to share a room with you,” honesty felt like the best policy with this goth maiden, “I’ve never had to share a room with anyone in my life, let alone a girl.”

“Not to mention a girl as stacked as Kenzie.” Lindsey said cheerfully and then jiggled the busty goth’s tits from behind. Makenzie merely rolled her eyes.

“This is probably the part where we have the discussion about boundaries, though, right?” I asked.

The two shared a glance, Lindsey shrugged. Makenzie was the one who replied, “Not really.”

“What,” I was floored by this response.

“You’re Jack Lantern,” Lindsey continued, “we wouldn’t boss you around, silly.”

“It’s frankly pretty cool that you’re my roommate. I’m not gonna look that gift horse in the mouth.” Makenzie said, making the verbal knock-out punch that almost had me weak at the knees. I was a gift to her. My very presence alone was an honor. This was awesome.

“Anyway, now that we have everything settled, I’m gonna take a shower. I feel gross after being in that bus all day,” Makenzie admitted and then in one swift movement without warning she pulled her top off and tossed it unceremoniously onto her bed, unleashing her tits to the room without a care for who could see them.

“Oh! And I’ll go find my roommate. I can’t wait to tell Ashley who our neighbor is,” Lindsey said.

I was a little torn, on the one hand I was horny again and couldn’t wait to get my hands on this gorgeous scene girl the same way I had gotten my hands on Makenzie. But on the other hand, she was going to bring another chick into the equation who likely was also goth to some degree.

“Okay, sounds good,” I nodded and dropped down into my computer chair as Lindsey left the room. Makenzie unzipped her pants and let them fall to the floor without much care. Her legs were pleasantly meaty, especially her thighs, and her ass looked almost as soft as her breasts. Then she crossed the room into the bathroom.

By the time I heard the sound of the waterworks I had popped open the Libro Umbra and read on beyond the commandments. The next section was titled:

Your Miraculous Properties

This had me excited. Not only was I going to have an entire cult of sexy goths at my beck and call, I got powers too apparently. I noted with interest that the tense shifted from third person to second person. The notebook was now referring to me directly, probably because I was the only one who was supposed to know about these parts. Just under the header was the following:

Select Two (none shall question these gifts)

[ ] Increased Stamina and Ejaculate- You will have improved stamina, doing away with the common sensitivity as a result of male orgasm. This will allow you to climax as many times as you please in sequence. In addition, you shall ejaculate even more than would be typical, easily able to produce over a quart of sperm in a single load. Though this quantity may be large, if imbibed, the drinker shall never be made full no matter how much is swallowed.

Holy shit. A whole quart? That was a quarter of a gallon. Imagining someone like Makenzie or Lindsey drinking that much of my spunk was unbelievably hot. As was the prospect of covering them head to toe with it and having them wear it like it was the latest goth fashion. The ability to tango multiple times in a row without needing a break was nothing to sneeze at either, and I’d get both for the price of one. This apparently mattered since I only got to pick two of the options.

[ ] Cupid’s Arrow- By simply willing it to be so, you can instill within a person intense lust for any other individual for an hour. Those affected will be immediately smitten and unable to consider any other action than performing sexual acts with the other individual. The acts they wish to perform are yours to decide, if you so choose. Additionally, just by hearing or seeing an individual, you can determine their emotions and the way they feel about others in the immediate area. You also have a sixth sense for knowing other people’s kinks and sexual preferences, even if they are total strangers.

A voyeur’s dream. The appeal of this one was obvious; I could play matchmaker with any of my flock. If I wanted Makenzie and Lindsey to make out with each other for an hour while I watched, I could do it easily with this gift. It was worth pointing out that I could probably use it to get them to do anything I wanted with me, too.

[ ] Endless Urine- Your bladder will always be full, though not painfully so, and you will never again have to urinate unless you wish to. When you begin urinating, you can do so for as long as you please, creating an endless supply. After one hour has passed, the urine will vanish no matter what it has touched or soaked into, disappearing as though it were never there to begin with. This will happen sooner if you will it to be so. As an added bonus, goths will treat your urine with the same reverence as your seed, happily drinking of it and allowing it to adorn their bodies. If your urine is imbibed, the drinker shall never be made full no matter how much is swallowed and will invariably find it delicious.

This choice was definitely a niche one, and I had never truly considered the idea of watersports before now. It was interesting. My first impulse was to be disgusted but if I could get away with it and they’d like it, where was the harm?

[ ] Rear Ownership- In addition to being the owner of all gothic chests, you will be the owner of all gothic rears as well, affording you the same rights and allowances as those granted to you for torsos. This means that anal is always on the table, and such acts will build up a desire within the recipient to drink your seed, just like the manipulation of their chest would.

Not much to think about with this one. Unlimited access to any cultist’s butt in addition to their boobs was a pretty good deal.

[ ] The Other Side- This property is suggested if you are a more submissive individual, and wish for your subjects to be more aggressive and dominant. Goths that match with your sexuality will treat you less like a religious celebrity and more like a sacred object. The commandments will change in such a way that allows your subjects to use you whenever they please, rather than the other way around.

Though the surge of top energy I had gotten on the bus earlier was certainly fun, I hadn’t quite nailed down if that was just a rare occurrence or genuinely how I felt. I could certainly see the appeal of getting a glimpse into “the other side” of the coin. This one was worth considering.

[ ] Divine Conversion- Your unlimited access to the chests of goths now extends to all individuals. The third and fourth commandments shall now apply to anyone, additionally, the first time a non-goth drinks your divine seed, they will become converted to gothhood. All non-goths will react to your meddling with at worst awkwardness and at best disinterest, but never outright disapproval or unwillingness.

Evidently, this campus had a decent number of goths as it was, but the idea of perhaps eventually converting anyone I wanted to the cult made me rock hard to think about. I could run this school like my own little kingdom, my future would be secure no matter what I studied or how diligently. The ability to grope anyone I wanted had obvious appeal as well.

Those were all of my choices to make, and I could choose only two. Perhaps there were others too, in my initial excited reading I may have missed a few, but I figured this was a decision to make now rather than later, so I got ready to make my choice.