You wake up

You wake up in your bed, alone. Slowly opening your eyes and look around - no signs of 10 foot Goddesses, trios of buxom devotees, or spell-bound orgies. You are however lying spread-eagle on the bed without a single piece of clothing. Did someone spike my drink at the club? You wonder, sitting up. Looking around the room however, you don’t see anything missing – and then you spot your clothes from last night neatly folded on your dresser. Well, if you were ****, they didn’t want to rob you, and they tidied up after… You don’t feel **** though, in fact you feel pretty good. You take a long stretch and then look down and notice you're sporting some massive morning wood. You should take care of this – so you can get about your day.

You grab some lube, open your laptop, put on some porn, and sit back to start pumping. It feels really fucking good – even better than usual. The moans of the actresses on the screen send shivers of pleasure up your cock, and you groan in time with them. Closing your eyes, you see flashes of last night – her wet, luscious pussy, massive breasts, the taste of the mulled wine. You cum hard, spraying across your bed. You're about to stop jacking and let go when you notice that you're still hard, and really want to keep going. You put on another video, this one of a gorgeous redhead with cute perky small breasts, freckles, shaved pussy, and a tight little ass masturbating, bringing herself to orgasm again and again and again with a toy. Your eyes are glued to the screen watching her as you follow her waves of orgasms, climaxing each time she does, spurting loads of semen as strongly as the first time. You find yourself mouthing a mantra with each ragged breath in and out – “Io Babalon, io Babalon, io Babalon”. The video ends and another begins on autoplay, and you keep going. After a while, you begin to notice your arm getting really sore, and you glance at the time – you’ve been jacking hard for more than an hour. You're covered in sweat, and plastered in your own cum.

You get up and head over to the bathroom. You stop in front of the mirror and notice a pattern faintly visible, now fading, on your chest. You trace it with a cum covered finger, and as you do so, the pattern begins to glow and become more visible – it’s the 7 pointed star from your dream - was it a dream? – last night. As you strain to remember, you hear in a voice as clear as if its in the same room – “Every consensual act of passion and love is worship of me, every cry of ecstasy is a prayer to my name…”

Apparently self-love counts as an act of passion, you muse as you step into the shower. You close my eyes and breathe deeply as the hot water runs over your body, heating your skin, and focusing your mind. You’ve never been able to cum over and over like this before. And you're not imagining that marking. You gaze down at the star on your chest as it begins to fade again.