i can smell you now

Eve woke him up shaking his shoulder, scaring him half to death — for a second he thought something was wrong.

"My sister just texted me, she's super sorry, says she was awful to me and needs to talk."

She was overflowing with joy.

"I'm so happy for you."

She threw herself on top of him, kissing his lips and every inch of his face she could reach, over and over.

"You're the best, the best."

"Nah," he said, nodding at his wife beside him, watching half-asleep. "It was mostly her."

Eve climbed over him and started kissing Jennifer too. "I love you, Jen, you're a goddess, a goddess."

Nick nodded — he agreed — but couldn't stop staring at Eve's ass, now positioned on the bed between them. His wife looked up, caught him looking, smiled, and decided to reward him for his services to humanity.

She started returning Eve's kisses slowly, using her tongue; Eve froze for a second, then relaxed, kissing back.

Jennifer slid a hand down to the girl's pussy, and Eve started moaning softly — soaked, like every woman was in his presence, or nearly every one.

She pulled her hand away and gave Nick the go-ahead; he'd been enjoying the show and had a criminal erection, so he moved in immediately.

He pulled off her thong and brought his massive cock closer; his wife's hand was already waiting between Eve's legs, guiding him to her entrance. He started pushing in, her moans quickly turning into small cries — she kept her volume down, as if raising it might spoil the intimate moment the couple was giving her.

Jennifer stopped kissing her and gently pushed her onto her back on top of Nick, who never stopped thrusting the whole time. With her on top, he got to run his hands over her breasts, then her lips; she sucked his fingers, gasping. He looked down and found his wife between his and Eve's legs, so he grabbed the small girl's legs to give Jennifer better access and kept thrusting while Jennifer devoured her clit. It was too much stimulation — Eve started shaking within minutes, and Nick decided to finish deep inside her too, which pushed her further into a fit of spasms. He held her in his arms, laying her on her side between him and his wife, who lay back down too and pulled her in; the three of them stayed there relaxed a while, Eve recovering between them, riding out the aftershocks.

"Why are you two so good to me?"

Third person to ask him that. People just didn't believe in kindness for its own sake anymore. Damn Rasputin.

"Because we love you, Eve. Everyone in this house loves you — your sister does too, even if she loses her mind sometimes."

Jennifer answered, stroking the girl's hair.

"Am I in heaven?"

Nick smiled and declared:

"Not yet. We're working on it."

Eve didn't understand the comment, but she was in bliss and didn't want it to end, so she stayed quiet, not moving a single muscle.

Nick watched from the bedroom window down at the pool, where Jennifer, Alex, and Helen were talking by the edge. Alex wore a micro bikini that left absolutely nothing to the imagination; Jennifer had one too, thong-style but more elegant, less revealing. Helen wore something much more modest, though even so, he could tell she had a nice body — shame he wasn't going to get to try it out.

He'd been banished to the upper floor along with Rose, since they'd decided her transformation was too much, too many explanations, for a first meeting. They'd decided on a girls-only pool day for obvious reasons; he hoped it would work — annoyed him he couldn't watch. Alex unhooked her bikini top, showing off something under her breasts — maybe the lack of scars — any excuse to get naked worked, though the top was basically two triangles and a string, so taking it off didn't reveal much more anyway.

Rose was in the corner as always, silent, hands resting on her thighs. He motioned for her to come over; she obeyed, and when she got close, he ran a hand over her ass under her dress, the way he usually did.

"I need a favor."

"Anything, my lord master."

"We're going to be up here a while. I'd like my friend Rose to show up today — I know you love serving and all that, but I'd like it, if you can."

"Yes, sir — I mean, yeah... okay."

"Thank you."

He kissed her cheek; she blushed.

"I haven't asked you — how've these last few days been? The move, the new house, all of it."

"Good — really good. lady Eve is very good to me, and lady Alex too now — they both play with me, but they don't hurt me, just the occasional hair pull... I like being pulled by the hair."

"That's great — well, if you like it, of course. You know I don't like you getting hurt."

"Yeah, this is much better. I don't think I want to be hurt anymore, this is better, so much better."

"It really is, isn't it."

He lay back on the bed and motioned for her to join him, running a hand around behind her, over her ass. He liked it — it was gigantic. Why did he love these women's asses so much?

They stayed in silence a while.

"Nothing else? Come on, humor me."

"I don't know what to tell you, I'm genuinely happy. I love that the house is full of people, that you keep bringing more. I used to hate this place, and now it's the best place in the world, where women come to be happy."

"That's true — I'm trying, Jen wants me to try — not just here but out there too. I... it feels like a lot to me, but if that's what she wants, I'm not going to overthink it. I live to serve her, that's it."

Nick caught the irony; so did Rose. They both smiled — rare, seeing her smile — a beautiful smile despite those exaggerated lips.

"Okay, I get it, smartass," he said, laughing. "It is liberating, letting go of the overthinking and trusting she knows what she's doing. I don't know how you can do that with everything and everyone, but I get it a little now."

"I love it. I don't know what to tell you — I hope we live like this for years and years, you two keep bringing girls, I take care of them, they play with me in return — if that's the life, sign me up right now."

"You're a nutcase, but I'll do my best to keep the house full of girls if that's what you want. Suggestions welcome."

"I didn't have many friends — just the group. Patty and Monica are missing, and I don't think you'd want to bring Monica in."

"I thought about it a while back — to treating her badly too, actually — but I'm not that person anymore."

"Yeah, I know, my lord master is good — I mean, you, I mean, damn it." He'd never heard her curse before, kind of funny.

"What happened to Patty?"

"She got married, don't know much else. My lady mistress probably knows more, she always knows things."

"You're telling me. I never thanked you for hiding the ring, by the way — she had no idea."

"It made me so happy, watching you two get married. I cried from happiness all night."

"I'm not sure I like that you feel that way, even over something good."

"You don't understand — you're all so..." She couldn't find the words. "Trust my lady mistress. Please."

She'd never asked him for anything the entire time he'd known her — except when she gave him the damn mansion. Everything about her was confusing as fuck.

"Okay, I'm trying."

"Yes, only good things can come of it... that doesn't make sense, I know, I'm sorry."

"I think I understand."

"You do?"

"Yeah."

He kept stroking her ass — it was a little addictive.

"What do you think's going to happen with Helen?"

"I hope she stays. She's met my lord master — I mean, you — so now she's... free."

"That's a beautiful way to put it. Want to know more about all that? I don't mind telling you, if you want."

"Yes, I'd like that."

He told her everything — Rasputin, the Aura, the sex god thing (or "angelic," as his wife had started calling it, which for some reason bugged him), how it seemed to work, his wife's plans to flood the world with happiness, her whole obsession with angels.

"Why are you trusting me with all this?"

"Because you're my friend and I love you, and... I'm glad my friend Rose is here today."

"Thank you."

"No, thank you."

"I'd like to be your friend other days too, if you want."

"Every day, honestly — you just have to say so, and I'm here for you, okay?"

"That's so sweet. Only beautiful things come out of you two. I hope you fill the whole world with beautiful things someday."

The tear festival was clearly overdue.

"I think we're so used to being miserable all the time that when something good happens to us, or someone says something that isn't selfish, our bodies react weird and we cry — because a lot of crying happens in this house, and it's all over good things."

"Maybe so."

He paused until she wiped her tears.

"Do you regret changing yourself?"

"No."

"That's a pretty firm no."

"Sometimes I look in the mirror and masturbate."

"Noted."

"And my lord likes it too, that's a bonus — he can't stop touching me."

He realized he'd been idly rubbing her — had drifted from stroking her cheeks to sliding his hand into that huge ass, massaging her hole. "Sorry, I just ruined a nice moment," he said, pulling his hand back — but she grabbed it and put it right back where it was.

"Rose your friend likes it when you touch her too. She'd like it if you kept going. She's having a good time."

He slid his hand back in, working her hole with a couple of fingers.

"What else does she want?"

"She wants... you to fuck her. She wants to have fun with you, like the other girls do. She wants to know what it's like."

"Consider it done."

It wasn't especially tender or rough — he focused on finding out what buttons she had and pressing them, a little like Alex did; they tried a lot of positions, and she seemed to particularly love riding, and he loved gripping that ass to guide her, those huge tits bouncing in front of him helping matters along too. They both had a great time. He tried to make her feel normal — that was the intention, anyway.

"That was good."

"Yeah."

"It can be like this always, if you want."

"No — well, yes, if my lord master likes it, I..."

"What do you like?"

"Being used. Especially being used by my lord master— best feeling in the world."

"But did you enjoy it?"

"Yes. It's different. But I'd like to be your friend again another day, and do this again, if you want."

"Of course I want that. And I want to catch you off guard too — pin you against a wall, take what's mine, fuck your ass while I hold you by the hair, fill you up, and let you go right back to your chores without saying a word."

"Oh god..."

She climbed back on top of him and rode him again, no more asking — clear she got off much more on being treated like an object; her body, her rules, he figured. But today she was his friend, and they came together once more while she rode him.

He got up; Rose watched him from the bed, the sun setting outside.

"You should turn on the TV."

Nick looked at her, confused, walked to the tea room, sat on the couch, turned it on — it was Alex's studio feed; the three women he'd left at the pool appeared, still in bikinis.

"Is this what I think it is?"

He could see his wife's face on screen — she looked about ready to snap.

"It's not live. It only shows here. My lady set it up for you."

"That woman fell from the sky straight into my lap, I swear."

"Yeah," she said simply.

"I have to call Eve, she needs to see this."

"She should already be on her way — running late."

"When I said tell me things — how did this not come up?"

"My lady mistress insisted I not tell you. She said you'd like the surprise, and I thought so too."

"Honestly, she's right. Good to know you can keep a secret."

"If it's to surprise you, yes. Otherwise I'd tell you right away — I know who my lord master is, and my... friend."

"I like that. But you'd do well to trust my wife more than me — she's much more deserving of it."

He noticed the tea table — glasses and a few bottles underneath. He hadn't had a drink in god knows how long, but this felt like a good moment to start again. He poured two and handed one to Rose.

She sat beside him; he draped an arm over her shoulder, and they watched Helen sit down on the bed with a stunning woman on either side. Alex was talking about how freeing her job was, how she filmed in that exact bed with other girls; Helen was extremely nervous, and Jennifer gently brushed the hair out of her face.

Right then, Eve walked in.

"I'm supposed to be here at this—"

She saw the TV. Huge screen.

"NO WAY."

"SHH," the other two hissed.

Eve sat down on the couch, climbing over without ever looking away from the TV.

"Are they—"

"No, only we can see it."

"I'm getting turned on and they haven't even touched her yet." Rose reached a hand to her own crotch.

Eve looked over at Rose, confused, only just registering that she was naked instead of in her usual uniform — and had never heard her talk like that before.

"What's up with her?"

"Off duty," Nick answered.

"That," Rose added.

"Ah... I need a drink."

"Help yourself," Nick said.

None of them looked away from the TV.

Jennifer took her chin and finally kissed her; Helen seemed to relax for a moment.

"But your husband... Alex..."

"He knows what I'm doing. And Alex—" she looked over, rubbing Helen's thigh with a winning smile — "we have a special relationship. Something like what you dream of having with Eve, unless I'm wrong."

She kissed her again, and this time, Helen kissed back.

Then it was Alex's turn — she kissed her in her own signature style, lascivious, tongue and all; Helen didn't shy away. Jennifer took the chance to unhook her bra and started stroking her small breasts; Helen answered with small moans into the other's mouth. They laid her down on the bed; Alex hit a button on her bracelet, switching the view to the ceiling camera. Each of them started sucking a nipple.

"Oh god..." Helen didn't know what to do with her hands, grabbing at the sheets.

The girls exchanged a look, each grabbing one side of her bikini bottom and pulling it off, then started stroking her pussy too — soaked.

They moved up and down her body, kissing, caressing.

Alex went down, settling between her legs, and started licking.

The girl who'd never known pleasure in any real form, apart from the occasional accidental touch, threw her eyes wide open and started moaning; Jennifer kissed and caressed her while the fiery blonde worked her with a skilled tongue. Alex grabbed a dildo, the smallest one she had, and started sliding it in slowly. Helen winced in pain. Jennifer, ready for it, pulled her close and kissed her, whispering:

"It's okay, baby, it's okay, it's just a moment, I promise."

She bled a little, but Alex didn't mind — cleaned her up and kept going, working her clit while she picked up the pace.

Jennifer's promise held true — the pain faded, replaced by a rising sensation building inside her, drawing out moan after moan.

There were the kisses, the caresses, Alex's tongue, the toy inside her, and that was it — nothing else existed in the universe. She couldn't hold on much longer; it felt like she was about to burst, and finally, for the very first time, she came — nothing had ever felt so incredible in her life, how had she gone this long without experiencing this— some sound tore out of her, her body stopped responding, and she started shaking. Both women held her now; the spasms eventually calmed, and she felt heavy as stone.

Jennifer kept stroking her; Helen didn't want it to stop, didn't want the moment to ever end, afraid of losing what she'd just gained.

"Congratulations," Alex said. "Fun, right?"

"How do you feel?" Jennifer asked.

"Good... really good. So, so, so good."

"That's the first of many, I promise."

"Yes, that... yes, please."

"The night's still young."

"And full of pleasures," Alex added, and all three laughed.

"Tell me what you want. Anything."

"I want, I want..." She hesitated.

"Come on, out with it," Alex pushed.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Don't be scared, ever again."

"I want... to know what you taste like. Down there."

They spent hours teaching her everything they could — giving pleasure, receiving it, and receiving pleasure through giving it.

Jennifer got up. Helen had fallen asleep some time ago, completely spent — a crash course in the pleasures of the flesh in a single night, the kind of thing people usually take years to explore. Alex stayed with her, not wanting her to wake up alone.

Jennifer went up to their room and found Eve and Rose asleep peacefully in her bed — problem was, the bed was now in the middle of the room instead of against the wall. A solid oak four-poster bed, weighing something like half a ton — way more than anyone should have been able to move.

Nick sat in the armchair, drinking, staring at nothing.

"You know I can't get drunk, right?"

"You heard me? I was on tiptoe."

"I can smell you."

There were a lot of bottles on the table — way too many for three people. Empty.

"Quite a party."

"Yeah, We had an incredible time."

"The bed..."

"Oh yeah, the TV cable couldn't stretch any further, so I moved the bed closer to the TV."

"How?"

"Pulling. And pushing."

"That's impossible."

"Well, now I can smell you."

He wasn't slurring, didn't seem drunk. He seemed scared.

"Pulling that thing gave me a total caveman rage attack."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just — luckily I had two women close by, they had a great time. And now I can smell you. I can smell all of you."

"What do you mean?"

"Literally."

"Nick, look at me."

"You smell like Alex — exhaustion and unsatisfaction, you haven't come once." He kept staring at nothing.

"They did. They have their own smell too."

"Alex smells like you — she's tired too, but satisfied, and hungry."

"Alex is two floors down."

"I know. With Helen. I can't smell Helen."

"That's..."

"Terrifying. That's the word you're looking for."

"I was going to say incredible."

He finally looked at her; she could see the fear in his eyes, and the fact that she wasn't lying gave him a little comfort.

"Let's go get some sleep. This house is full of beds — one of them's got to be free."

She grabbed his arm and pulled; they found one almost immediately.

Nick started kissing her — exhausted, but she needed this, and when she tried to stop him, a soft "shh, let me take care of you" settled it. He made love to her the way he knew she liked, and god, what a wonderful scent she gave off — it woke up his senses, connected them in a way they'd never quite felt before.

She let herself sink into the sensations on a whole new level; every one of her lover's movements was perfect, she felt like she was floating in an ocean of pleasure. They finished together in one intense, shared release.

Jennifer took a long time to recover, drifting in and out of consciousness before finally falling asleep within minutes.

Nick didn't sleep.

He was terrified.