Fire and Ice

The view was divine. Large, floor-to-ceiling windows, a dark foundation of polished stone, walls of steel. A huge office that would now be his domain, the seat of his power. The power he felt within himself, the power that Mr. Faust had given him. Power over the island and everyone on it.

A power whose exact nature he didn't know. And he didn't know how to use it.

The answer came to him, as everything Jack would need in the future would come to him.

"I'm the body," Arson had answered his unspoken question. Jack stood, his hands clasped behind his back, before the huge window, gazing down at the island, the people below small and powerless like ants. Hearing the words, he turned his head and saw the beautiful Arson step beside him. "Whatever body you want to change, I change it for you." Her hand rested on his arm, and a warmth filled him, a fire of change, a flame of desire.

"I'm the mind," said Crystal, as did the same. She touched him, and a cold certainty filled his mind, the cool detachment from the things that would hinder him from fulfilling his mission. "Whatever mind you want to change, I change it for you."

"You're my enforcer." He turned away from the window, the two women close to his side, fire and ice within him. There was no question. He knew that the island, his island, was not of this earth. He knew nothing about Mr. Faust, except what he needed to know. And that was enough.

"And you're Primal," Arson said with her monotonous voice. A voice that Jack no longer found disturbing. He wrapped his arm around the young woman and pressed her body against his. She was slender and delicate, tall and beautiful. She smelled of smoky sandalwood, sweet with a crisp, spicy note. She was warm and sexy. Then he felt Crystal, cold and sexy.

“You are the power of freedom. Primal and ancient. ****. No one controls you. Everyone obeys and kneels before you.” Crystal, her voice calm and smooth like clear mountain water, didn't react as Jack slid his hand over the black fabric of her smooth dress. Her skin wasn't cold, and his hand warmed her body as he explored her curves.

“You stand by Mr. Faust and strengthen him with your actions.” Warm breath caressed his neck as Arson's lips almost burned him as she left wet lipstick marks on his tingling skin. “He shows the way, and you prepare it.”

“Through us. We are your devoted tools, Master," whispered Crystal. “Fire and ice.” She began moving her fingers, massaging Jack's penis.

“Mind and body.” Arson pulled off his shirt. Her fingers stroked his body, making steam rise from his skin, rippling. “You command, we change.”

“This island will be your kingdom.” Crystal's hand wandered between Jack's legs, and even though he believed her words, at the moment, he didn't care if Mr. Faust was manipulating him or if he was undertaking this incredible journey of his own free will. There was only one thing he wanted to do.

Steam rose from his body. He felt the muscles under his skin turn to steel. He felt himself grow, his body improve. His mind was clear and pure, able to comprehend everything, to see everything that lay before him. And he saw Crystal and Arson. And he knew what he wanted.

“Then obey my command,” he grunted with newfound power, his muscular arms moving the two slender girls in front of him. “And kiss.”

Arson would be the first. Jack had decided. Under his guidance, the two women approached each other, their faces expressionless. But when their hands touched, they got animated, pulling each other closer and pressing their lips together in an intimate kiss, and they no longer looked quite so distant. Jack watched the two women kissing in front of him, holding their beautiful faces, moaning and whimpering while tongues explored their mouths and lips touched in a steamy session. Jack was thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

“More tongue. Eat each other up.” He liked giving orders, feeling the primal power of a man ruling. And even more, he liked that his orders were obeyed immediately, two godly, beautiful women obeying his mere words. Arson was the fiery one of the two figures. She gently but firmly grabbed her companion's hair, tilted her head, and pounced on her chilly friend like a hungry hellhound. While the two women were kissing, Jack approached Arson and let his hands wander over the fabric of her white hot dress. Then he slid the single strap off her delicate shoulder. Her body was so hot, he almost thought her dress might spontaneously combust. Big, round breasts, pure, flawless skin. But when her erect, large, dark nipples came into view, he didn't care how much fabric she wore.

“Ah! Master!” Arson gasped, a strand of steaming saliva between her lips and Crystal's own, almost white nipples on similar big, round breasts that seemed to withstand gravity. “You're devouring me, Master. Ah!”

“Just heating you up, you little minx,” he snarled, flicking his tongue over her burning skin, moving her nipple around with his tongue, sucking with his lips and biting firm but gently with his sharp, wolf-like teeth. His hands moved around her, pressing Crystal and Arson together while moving his fingers between Crystal's legs, finding wet and warm nectar.

“Not so cool anymore, my little snowball?” he said while moving Arson's burning lips over Crystal's body, teasing the latter while sucking on the former's breasts.

“Uuuah… Master.” Crystal's body trembled under the onslaught. She gazed at him, her eyes a dark blue with those brown specks of humanity in them. “You like that, Master?” she cooed with a hint of warmth. “Your little sluts kissing for you.”

“Not just that, girl.” With that, he approached the women. Jack's new muscles rippled beneath his skin, so much strength, so much elegance while he bared his share teeth in a rare grin of power. He saw it in Crystal's eyes. “Find me a bed and I'll melt your brain.”

A plane could land on that bed, and the room was bigger than the apartment he had lived in before. Crystal's coldness and Arson's heat mingled as he carried them on his shoulders like his little toys and tossed them one after another onto the bed. Immediately, the two women went down on all fours and offered him their behinds.

"Who do you want, Master?" Crystal asked. "Want to melt my pussy?"

"Or burn my ass to the ground?" There were green specks in Arson's eyes and a faint smile around her lips.

At the end of this eventful day, he did both. Like he wanted, like all his desires would come true here, Arson was first. He could watch her morph his body further while he fucked her doggy style. He rammed her so hard, it seemed like sparks flew out of her disheveled hair while green specks of joy turned her eyes even more beautiful. Her big breasts showed not a single sign of sacking while they bounced like prime-filled balloons under his onslaught, while Crystal's moans filled the air as if she herself was fucked senseless. His dick grew inch by inch with every wet, enduring stroke in her overflowing, so, so tight pussy. Her juices flooded the velvet bedsheets, steaming the air as her sweat did on her completely burned pure skin, while Crystal cooled her by hugging and licking her bulging breasts. When he climaxed inside the steaming piece of meat, flooding her with unending amounts of white cum, he fucked her more. Sonn he grew more, pushing at the entrance of her boiling womb, pushing through her welcomming cervix and finding her body ready to comply with his every command.

"Master! Fucking shit master! I'm burning! I'm burning up for you!" she screamed loudly and shrill.

"Get tighter," he said, ignoring her pleas like a god listening to prayers, and she gripped him with everything she had. "Warm up her pussy for me," he ordered, and Crystal mewled while stuffing her face into her crotch. Wet sounds emerge between the redhead's legs, Crystal melting her clit with her blue tongue.

After that came the ices blonde. She was mind, not body, unaltered and defenceless towards his monstrosity but she took his monster with ease while concentrating her thoughts on him.

"You're fucking me so good, Master!" she screamed while Arson tried to melt her anus with his tongue. "You fuck the ages out of me! So... fucking... gooooo..." She came, squirting cold cum over her lover and sister. Her blond hair shimmered with droplets of molten snow while she kept looking at him, connecting their spirits together. "They will all bow to you," she announced with ragged breath. "They will all...fuck!" Jack kept fucking her, branding her insides till grey cum leaked out of her reddish pussy. "They will all be your toys! Fuck!"

"Come for me, little snowball," he ordered, and Arson had to hold her sister down while Jack hammered her pussy. "Come again!"

"Yes, Master! Fucking...it's so easy with you! Serving you is so easy! I'm coming for you!"

"Please, Master." Even Arson, raunchy firecracker that she was, was a mewling kitten in his hands. "May I come too?"

Her ass was even tighter, and while on her back, Crystal moaned like a whore on her face, rubbing cooling pussy juice over her face. Jack could feel Arson's insides burning to cinders as he plowed through her ashen fields. Finally, their faces pressed together, their eyes locked — Crystal's sparkling brown eyes and Arson's pretty green ones — he climaxed like never before. A torrent of cum splashed over their entire bodies like a tidal wave, the girls cowering at his feet like the submissive creatures they were. He filled their mouths, cum overflowing their lips and pouring between their breasts like a waterfall, mixed with fresh waves of almost black juice for them to consume, just as he had consumed them. So much cum—he had never ejaculated so powerfully and perfectly in his life.

"Thank you, girl," Jack said to Arson, who lay on the floor beneath a messy sheet of black, glistening semen while her pale-skinned sister tried to lick it up. "For my body. And thank you," he told Crystal. "For giving me the freedom in mind to be what I need to be."

"We serve you, Master," they whispered in utter devotion. For him, it was a walk in the park. Naked, his glorious manhood clean and pristine, still standing tall 13 inches, he looked out over his island.

"And thank you, dear Mr. Faust," he smiled, a primal, satisfied grin with bared, razor-sharp teeth and wolflike, yellowish eyes. "For taking me under your wing."