Peas in a Pod

“It’s good we finally got that done,” Rhys said.

The ride home had been mostly silent up until that point, which had suited Adrian just fine. He was emotionally drained after the meeting.

“It had to be done,” Adrian replied simply.

“They’ll come around,” Rhys told him.

Adrian wasn’t so sure. “Not everyone is as understanding as you and Christine,” he said.

“They’ll need people to talk to, eventually,” Rhys said, sadly. “And there’s nobody else who will even believe them.”

Adrian grunted. It was a fair point, but Faith seemed like a lost cause, and Opal was…well, she didn’t strike him as the kind of person who leaned on others for support.

“I might need to put my finger on the scales,” Adrian thought aloud.

Rhys gave him a quizzical look. “What does that mean?”

“I’m just saying, if they don’t come back on their own, I might need to do something about it.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” Adrian sighed. “I’ll figure it out, I guess.”

“You shouldn’t pressure them,” Rhys frowned. “It’s important they figure this out on their own.”

“You’re right,” Adrian placated him. Inside, he disagreed. He couldn’t have his squires running around loose. It wouldn’t be safe for them, or him. He’d need to do something to wrangle in the others, even if it meant crossing some lines.

Adrian pulled the car up to the curb and stopped.

Rhys looked out the window and was silent for a moment. “You’re kicking me out?”

Adrian had driven them to Rhys’s home, not Adrian’s apartment.

“I’m not kicking you out,” Adrian told him. “But it’s time.”

“They’re not going to understand.” He sounded scared.

“You can’t put your life on hold forever,” Adrian said sagely. “You’ve been through a lot. You deserved this break. But you need to start picking up the pieces.”

Rhys stared down at his lap. “That’s true, but…”

“If it's bad,” Adrian said, placing a reassuring hand on Rhys’s shoulder, “call me. I’ll come get you, and you can crash with me until the club gets up and running so that we can get you your own place. I don’t think it’ll be necessary, though.”

“You don’t know my parents,” Rhys grumbled.

Adrian had nothing to say to that. It was true. But his offer had been sincere. He’d bail Rhys out if he needed it. “Have you thought about what you’re going to tell them?”

“A little, yeah. I’m probably just going to say I’ve been on a diet and lost some weight.”

“Think that'll work?”

“Maybe. No. But it’ll probably set my dad off, and I’m hoping that he’ll be distracted enough by yelling at me about the diet to forget about the rest.”

“What about your mom?”

Rhys shrugged. “She may not even notice.”

Adrian knew he needed to say something, but he was out of his depth. Even if he’d been the sensitive type, he didn’t have any experience with parents. “It’ll be ok,” was all he could come up with.

Rhys sighed. “What about my stuff?”

“Packed up in the trunk,” Adrian told him.

“So you had this all planned out,” Rhys said glumly.

“I knew if I told you ahead of time, you’d fight me on it.”

“I would have,” Rhys replied, making it clear he still didn’t like this idea.

“Want me to come inside with you?” Adrian offered.

“God no. That’d just cause a scene.” Rhys paused. “But you’re right. It’ll be fine.”

Rhys took a deep breath and got out of the car. Adrian helped him grab his things from the back.

“I’ll be in touch,” Adrian told him. “We still have a lot of work to do on the club.”

“Yeah,” Rhys said. “Let me know.”

“And I mean it,” Adrian continued. “Call me if you need to come back.”

“I will,” Rhys promised. “See you.”

“See you,” Adrian said, giving him a hug. He felt Rhys stiffen in his grip. Was he really that upset with him?

When they were finished with their goodbyes, Adrian made sure to watch as Rhys walked up to the door. Only when there was no obvious commotion did he get back into his car and drive away. Adrian was pretty sure this was for the best, but he hoped he hadn’t made a mistake.

Adrian got home and schlepped himself into his apartment. He tossed his keys on the bed and crashed down into his ratty old love seat. With the business with the club handled and the squire meeting behind him, for the first time in weeks, he didn’t have any immediately pressing issues. He flipped on the TV and settled in for a well-earned night of vacuous entertainment.

A knock sounded at his door. Adrian was immediately suspicious. He didn’t get visitors. He stood up from his chair and checked through the peephole. Standing impatiently outside his apartment was Opal.

Adrian opened the door, curious. She pushed right past him, then turned around and narrowed her eyes. “We need to talk.”

Adrian took a deep breath and shut the door. “Guess we do.”

“Those others may have bought your bullshit,” she told him, “but I don’t.”

“This is real,” he said earnestly.

Opal took a moment. “I saw that creature. It wasn’t a trick. But that’s not what I meant.”

Adrian raised an eyebrow. “What then?”

“You _implied _that we had all gotten stuck in this mess by complete accident. But we both know that isn’t true.”

“It absolutely is,” Adrian insisted. “You think I wanted to drag you all into this with me? Hell, I’d barely even met most of you.”

“You took my blood,” Opal hissed.

Adrian let his protests die.

“Didn’t think I’d put that together?” Opal asked, interrogating him. “This wasn’t a mistake. You chose us. And of course you did. A room full of attractive women just…fell into your lap?” She laughed cruelly. “Please.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Adrian said, letting out a breath.

“Oh, and the changes! My _ass _got bigger. Now tell me, why would a demon care about my ass?”

“I honestly don’t know,” he answered. “And Araqiel isn’t-“

“You know who would care about my ass? You. Because you’re a pathetic loser who has resorted to some truly sick means to get your dick wet.”

“I needed your blood for the ritual,” Adrian admitted, “but there was nothing in there that said the person whose blood I used would be involved. The instructions were written in a dead language for God’s sake!”

“You can keep trying to convince me,” Opal sneered, “but it isn’t going to work.”

“What do you want?” Adrian asked, shaking his head.

“I want out,” she said, glaring at him.

“I told you,” he said in a tired voice. “I can’t do that.”

“I think you can. And to sweeten the deal, here’s my offer. You let me go, and I don’t tell the rest of your little playthings you did this to them on purpose.”

Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t,” he warned.

“And there it is. What you really care about. Scared to lose them? I’ll keep my mouth shut. But you’re going to let _me _off the hook.”

Adrian grit his teeth, temper flaring. One thing was for certain. He couldn’t let Opal share her suspicions with the others. It would fracture them, even if she was wrong. Adrian looked at her pompous, condescending expression, so sure that she had him all figured out, and started to lose his cool.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” he fumed. “You come into my home and threaten me?”

“Temper, temper,” she said snidely. “Stay focused. If you want to save this little freak show you’ve put together, you’d better be careful.”

“No,” Adrian growled. “You fucked up, Opal. You’ve overplayed your hand. And threatening to hurt the other squires has only pissed me off.”

“Oh boo hoo-“

“Shut your mouth,” he said sternly.

For the second time that day, Opal was **** to remain silent by the power of their bond.

“I’ve tried to keep a soft touch,” Adrian explained. “I wanted to give my squires the space they needed to deal with all this. But I’m getting the idea that you need a firmer hand.”

Opal’s eyes burned, but she said nothing.

“Kneel,” Adrian commanded.

Opal fought it, sinking slowly down as she struggled to remain upright, but in the end, she was on her knees.

“There’s a hierarchy to this,” Adrian explained, voice with a hard edge. I serve Araqiel, and you serve me. You’re going to learn that tonight.”

He stalked away and sank back into his chair. “Now crawl. Slowly.”

Opal glared, the depth of her resentment clear, and stayed where she was. Smaller orders were harder for her to resist, but it seemed this one was a bridge too far.

“I said crawl,” Adrian repeated more firmly, this time with purpose. He poured his will into the command and could feel Opal’s pushing back. It was like a game of tug of war. Her hands descended, moving like lead, until they rested palm down on the linoleum floor. She was hunched over in an ignominious posture, and beneath her anger, he saw the first hints of embarrassment.

“Do you know what you are, Opal?” he opined. “A bitch. And I’m going to treat you like one.”

The corners of her mouth trembled ever so slightly, and a small shiver of surprise coursed across her body.

“Look with your powers,” one of the spirits whispered to Adrian.

Curious, he did so, revealing Opal’s aura. He might have expected it to be blue or purple, but instead found it green. She wasn’t turned on, but soon, she could be. Was she enjoying this?

“We gave her a passing interest in pet play,” a spirit informed him, “and now that part of her stirs.”

“We will help further,” another continued.

They began taking turns speaking, as was their way. “Her libido is already higher than average.”

“We will push it further.”

“She’ll need sex every day to remain fully satisfied.”

“She’ll grow used to this new normal…”

“But the initial impact of the change can be quite overwhelming.”

“Enough to push her over the edge.”

Perfect. A cruel smile slithered across Adrian’s face. She wanted to move against him? Let her see where that got her. He held Opal’s gaze, noticing the tiny cracks in her resolve as her aura slowly bled to yellow.

“I told you to crawl,” he taunted. “Do it.”

Against her will, Opal’s limbs started to move. She shuffled across the room on all fours while Adrian watched in amusement. Each ‘step’ was like hammer on chisel, a blow to her fighting spirit. Opal finally made it in front of Adrian’s chair and stopped, sitting back on her haunches with her arms still planted on the floor in front of her.

The spirits were hard at work, reshaping the workings of her mind, stoking her arousal. Her aura glowed orange now. She was feeling it. Gone was the determined mask of resistance. The pained expression she now bore was a mix of fear, arousal, and confusion.

“You can speak again,” Adrian told her.

“What are you doing to me?” she asked, ****.

“What I have to do,” he deflected, “to teach you this lesson.”

“You’re disgusting,” Opal spat. “A sad little man, **** for the attention of women he could never get on his own.”

“And you’re a selfish whore,” he fired back, “willing to hurt others to get what you want.”

“And you’re so different?” Opal laughed cruelly. “Go on. Order me to fuck you already.”

“Do it,” the spirits agreed.

Adrian showed restraint. First of all, because he wasn’t sure it would work. So far, Opal had been able to resist his commands, even if not entirely. The objective here was to get her to stay in her place. Showing her that his powers had limits would be counterproductive.

However, the second reason he abstained was that Opal’s words had cut him. Even though he knew that he hadn’t become a knight for the squires, he was nonetheless tempted to do as she had said, to take her, to have his way with her. Just like a part of Opal was enjoying her treatment, so was a part of Adrian.

He wanted to bury that impulse, but it gnawed at him from the inside. Opal would like it in the end, wouldn’t she? That’s what the spirits seemed to believe, and her aura was a strong confirmation. He could get away with it.

Try as he might, Adrian couldn’t banish the thought. Not entirely. Giving in, he struck a compromise.

“Take off your top,” he ordered.

Opal didn’t even try to fight it. Her look said it all; he was proving her right. “Just like every other man," she said with disdain. "Pathetic.”

“The bra too.”

Opal reached behind herself to unclasp her bra, but glared at Adrian as she did. She saw right through him.

As the bra dropped to join her top, Opal’s contempt wasn’t enough to spoil the moment for either of them. Adrian’s gaze fell on her exposed tits, large and supple, her brown nipples erect. They held themselves up despite their size, begging him to reach out and take hold. He had enough self-control not to, but he stiffened in his pants nonetheless.

Opal was responding to her nudity as well. Subconsciously, Adrian was sure, she subtly leaned back to push her breasts out. The spirits had been at work before today, reinforcing the significance of her tits in her sexuality. It had been a small change, but enough that having them on view for Adrian excited her. That, in conjunction with her overcharged libido, pushed her aura to red.

“Touch yourself,” Adrian commanded.

“Go to hell,” Opal hissed, but her strength was weakening. He noticed her hand twitch towards the hem of her skirt.

“I know you want to,” Adrian teased.

“Is that how things work in your fantasy world?” Opal sneered. “No matter if a woman hates you, she just can’t help herself?”

“Other women? Maybe not. But you, yes. Beneath all your bluster, you’re a wet little slut. And I’m going to prove it to you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Masturbate,” Adrian intoned, “crouched down on my floor, while I watch.”

He pushed with his will, and Opal’s resistance was a wall built on shoddy foundations. Her pussy was wet, burning for release. Her shame did nothing to change the fact that she found the scenario erotic, even if the spirits were mostly behind that. She wanted to indulge, despite not wanting to want to.

Opal’s hand slipped beneath her skirt. Out of Adrian’s sight, she would be sliding her panties to the side, letting cool air touch her hot folds. The look on Opal’s face told him the moment she began to stroke herself, a look of defeat, of horrified arousal, and of undeniable need. Her aura blazed crimson. There was no backing down for her now. She needed to cum.

“You’re a miserable sack of shit,” Opal huffed, breathing coming harder.

“Big words from a woman who can’t keep her fingers off her clit,” he bit back.

“You’re making me do this,” she told him. The wet sound of schlicking filled the air.

“Did I make you fuck all of your clients?”

“That’s…that’s different.”

“I bet you told yourself you despised them. I bet you looked down on them. But we both know you liked it.”

“And you don’t like this?” she replied with a sneer. “What a coincidence that ‘teaching me a lesson’ means getting you off.”

“I’m not getting off,” Adrian said defensively.

“I can see that you’re hard.”

“I can hear that you’re wet.”

The two stared at each other, the standoff somewhat undercut by the rapid motion of Opal’s hand underneath her skirt. Her hips were beginning to rock back and forth, jiggling her tits.

Adrian narrowed his eyes. “I want you to repeat after me now,” he said. “Say, ’I will be a good little bitch.’”

“Fuck you,” Opal glared.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“Fuck. You.”

“Say it,” Adrian hissed.

His will pressed up against her own. This was the most outlandish command he’d given her yet, something Opal never would acquiesce to voluntarily, and his powers alone were not enough to **** her to comply. They fought like two goats atop a boulder, each refusing to concede. Adrian redoubled his efforts, a bead of sweat forming at his temple as he poured everything he had into forcing Opal to do as he had told.

“I…” Opal’s voice trailed off, but she was slipping.

Adrian didn’t give ground.

“I will…” The words were **** out between gritted teeth.

Adrian shoved hard with one last push of concentrated willpower, and finally, Opal gave way like a collapsing dam.

“I will be a good little bitch.” Opal’s words were stilted, but she had said them.

Adrian rested his weight on his knees, taxed by the exertion, but he didn’t relent. Adrian had a toehold in her mind, and he wasn’t letting it go. “Again,” he nearly gasped.

“I will be a good little bitch.” This time, it flowed a little easier.

“Keep going,” he said, not giving her any break.

“I will be a good little bitch,” Opal mumbled. “I will be a good little bitch.”

The entire time, she continued to work at her needy pussy, getting herself off at Adrian’s feet. Her arms were beginning to shake, and her muscles were tense.

“I will be a good little bitch,” she repeated, voice warbling.

Adrian leaned back and watched, drinking in the sight. His dick throbbed in his pants, but he wasn’t going to give Opal the satisfaction of debasing himself for her like she was for him.

“I will…be a…good little…bitch…”

Opal’s voice hitched as she was rocked with pleasure. Her gaze was losing focus, and she no longer had the wherewithal to continue her hard looks. She mouthed her refrain, but her attention was fully focused on her wet slit. Opal’s lips trembled, and her hips lifted, giving Adrian a great view over her shoulder of her newly enlarged ass. Her nipples were hard as stone, and each tremor that wracked her body shook her bare tits.

“I…will be…a good…little…BIIIIIITCHHHH…”

Opals’ words devolved into a hiss as she came explosively on Adrian’s floor. Her eyes rolled back, and her legs trembled, her hand locked firmly on her pussy as her thighs clamped down hard. Her face was cast in rictus ecstasy, and throaty noises escaped from her wide-open mouth. A few aftershocks coursed through her as she shuddered visibly.

Opal panted hard as she came back to herself.

“Good girl,” Adrian told her in a condescending voice. “Now put your clothes back on and get out.”

Opal grabbed her top and bra off the floor with a sticky hand and stood up on weak legs. “I will make you pay for this,” she said darkly. She slid her top over her head, not bothering with her bra.

Adrian stood up from his chair and stepped in close to her. “You will tell nobody about your suspicions,” he growled, “and will say nothing about what happened here tonight. And if you somehow manage to pull it together enough to ignore that order, then understand that I will break you.”

Opal’s nostrils flared, but it was she who looked away first. “I could give a shit about the others,” she told him. “This is between you and me now.” She turned on her heel, but stopped at his door. “You’re going to fuck up somehow, and when you do, I’ll be ready. Oh, and when you jack off to this tonight, just know that I fucking hate you.”

The door slammed behind her as Opal stormed out, leaving Adrian alone with his thoughts. His dick throbbed, as hard as it’d ever been. Opal was right. He was going to need to take care of that.

A worry slithered to the front of Adrian’s mind. He hadn't meant for things to turn sexual. He’d only wanted to put Opal in her place. A question nudged at him, cold and terrifying: had the spirits manipulated him into behaving as he had, or was that who he was deep inside? Both answers were chilling.

More practically, had he handled things right? Opal had never been on his side, but he might only have succeeded in making things worse. Having a squire who would betray him at the first opportunity was only marginally better than having her run wild.

He had needed to step in, of course. He couldn’t have her blackmailing him, or God forbid, telling the other squires that he had done this to them on purpose. She’d needed to be put on a leash, so to speak. But his work wasn’t done. He’d need to find a way to get her under control.

He’d need to find a way to get himself under control, too, he thought as he unbuttoned his pants. His engorged cock sprang up eagerly as he slid his clothing off.

He recalled Christine’s words to him earlier that day as he started to jack off. She’d warned him that the spirits were changing the very way she thought. Adrian’s actions that night, including what he was doing at that very moment, concerned him. It almost didn’t matter whether the spirits were changing him directly or merely manipulating him with temptation. Adrian groaned as his pre-cum slick hand slid over his cock head. Either way, he needed to push back, or he was going to end up their puppet, as surely as he was trying to make Opal his.

Authors Note: That's it for part two. If you've made it this far, let me know in the comments how you're liking the story. I love to hear from readers. Who is your favorite character? What transformations are you hoping to see? Don't forget to vote on the next page! I'm really looking forward to putting together part three.