Isabel gets fucked

Chapter 10

His robe falls from his shoulders to the floor between his feet. Isabel instinctively follows the fabric with her eyes, the pure white seems like a parliamentary flag for her will. Then she glances between his legs.

Wordlessly, she falls to her knees, a silent cry on her lips. Her head stretches upward, eyes wide, her tongue stretching from her mouth. The strongest orgasm she has ever had is like a grain of sand in the Sahara, the feeling like a lonely astronaut in outer space. Isabel can't even theoretically imagine the intensity and nothing matters to her anymore except her new god as she gets on her knees in front of him. Her back flexes, her arms hanging uselessly at her side as jet after jet of ejaculate shoots from her overstimulated pussy and floods the floor between her quivering thighs.

"Hurhhaaaannnnhaa..." Isabel sees colors, stars dancing before her eyes as her stares turn to the god before her. Her brain fires off impulses that never arrive, get lost in her body and then are all directed to a small spot above her slimy wet cunt. She comes again, moans pathetically and falls to the side like a bag of wet cement. Her hair hangs in her face but her body is so overwhelmed that she can't even breathe. She just twitches like a fish out of water, writhes, turns on her back, sees the man in front of her again, lifts her ass off the floor and squirts far into the room. Her arms flail, hitting the floor and her body. Instinctively, she tries to bring her fingers to her clit, to masturbate like she's trained dozens of times a day for the last few years. But it's useless. Her own skill is nothing against the pleasure that chops her body, solely by the sight of the naked man her sister has been serving for so long. "Muaaahhh..." She moans like an animal, for minutes.

When she comes to her sences again, she sees her god and her sister above her. Lilian looks worried, clings to the man in front of her and looks at her sister. Their eyes, however, are only on the striking face that is burned into her psyche and that she will remember better than her own.

"It's not over yet," he says quietly. Then he grabs Isabel roughly, pulling her onto her weak legs that are so rigid she almost falls down stiffly again.

She feels it almost immediately as her skin touches his. It is a tingling sensation as if her blood is boiling. It spreads from her arms and chest and when it reaches her nipples Isabel screams out loud in pleasure. Her vocal cords stretch painfully as the shock of the touch only makes new heights of pleasure attainable. The tingling continues to her clit and it's as if a divine vibration fills her pussy, then her entire body.

Isabel immediately becomes addicted. She knows she won't be able to go another day without this man. She will never leave this palace again, will never leave the side of her new god. All preparation is gone as she is once again swept up in the waves of an all-consuming orgasm and is dismembered and reassembled like a doll. It's over. Isabel belongs to this man and she is happy to live at his feet.

"All is well. Everything is fine." You hold the young girl in your arms and speak well to her. You had expected something like this, even if you haven't released your power so suddenly yet. Isabel has been coming continuously for almost eighty minutes and you are beginning to fear that something bad is going to happen. That she will become addicted to you, your cock and your touch, that was clear to all of you. Isabel maybe not so much but she got involved. And the reason why you let this girl change for you on an atomic level stands next to you.

"Was it a mistake my Lord?" asks Lilian anxiously. You've never seen her so worried before but still she jerks your cock automatically while her chin rests on your shoulder and she watches Isabel become a new person. Literally, you are rewriting her body chemistry and the neurons in her brain.

The tip of your cock brushes across her belly and every time it presses against her just a little Isabel comes with an intensity that will drive any human to the brink of insanity.

"She wanted it" you just say, not wanting to say more. You know that your power has made you, if not corrupted, then neutral to the thought of frying this girl's brain. She seems promising, a good fuck, but so are all the girls in your palace. You want only one. Lilian. And that's why you're a little worried too. She keeps me human, you think to yourself, leaning your head against hers. "It's normal. Don't worry."

"If she can't take it, it was all for nothing," the girl mutters. "What a waste." You don't know if it's her sister she's worried about or the worry she's had about her. But you hope it's not just about you. You want Lilian to have something besides you, you know she will never put anything above you. "You deserve something for yourself too," you say. Lilian doesn't quite understand but she doesn't need to as she steps back from you while you effortlessly lift the still cumming girl. "Leave us alone," you tell the maids who bow and immediately clear the room with the remaining **** girls. You gently lay Isabel's twitching and splattering body on the bed, then look to Lilian. "Lie down with her. Grasp her hands."

"Yes my Lord." Your girl looks so nervous, it's really cute to watch. You kiss her gently on the lips.

"That's not really necessary, but it will do her good to feel you."

"Yes my lord." Lilian clasps her sister's hand and looks into her face. Then you move over her. Isabel is hot and desirable, you want to fuck her, possess her, break her and reassemble her for your pleasure. But the only person you give up control for is lying next to her. You tap Isabel once hard against the forehead and concentrate on letting your body send the right signals.