“Well, she was about to let that happen.” Mike said. It was, in fact, how it had happened over a year ago. He just hadn’t been on the inside of her sweet little head.
“Oh, so you were the seducer.” Tiff said as she finally came to his side. “That makes complete sense.”
Mike looked down into Aimee’s eyes as he started taking more control. He was guiding his cock into her mouth more so than the other way around and she was taking it deeper and deeper as things progressed.
“So, you definitely wanted this?” He asked.
The enthusiastic nod seemed to put all the pieces in place for Mike’s theory of the house’s magic. It made things happen that could, or even should happen.
“Why don’t you get down there and join her, Tiff.” Mike said, feeling the boldness of Mansion Mike creep into him once again.
The blue-eyed blonde bundle of perfection gave him a scandalized look, but after a pause of maybe ten seconds, joined her BFF Aimee on the plush carpet of the living room.
“That’s it, you’re going to have to share.” Mike said, slowly extracting his shiny-wet cock from between Aimee’s lips, leaving a bridge of drool connecting them. It broke as he turned his hips enough to present it to Tiff’s poutier lips, dangling from her chin as she stared up at him glassy-eyed.
The second sorority girl hesitated, but just for a moment, parting her sweet lips enough for him to slide in between them, feeling them tighten down to mirror the contours of his cock like the shadow of a plane hugging the landscape below.
The two lovelies took turns with his cock, each competing for depth and nastiness as their saliva started forming a wet spot on the carpet between his feet.
“I guess it’s good that we have all afternoon.” Mike said, taking a solid grip on the blonde’s ears as he slid his cock past her gag reflex and into her throat for the first time.
Chapter Six
Aimee had drifted off to sleep but Tiff was still caressing his body as the three of them lay in a heap on what he assumed was Larry and Liz’s marriage bed. The girls hadn’t actually been together before, but this encounter had broken that taboo between them.
“Want to go take a shower?” Tiff said invitingly, her fingertips brushing his cock in a way that made the blood start flowing again.
Mike could see her interest in him as well, though hers seemed to be one-hundred-percent sexual, unlike Aimee’s. Aimee had a much deeper desire for him and it radiated from her with an intensity that warmed him.
Tiff just wanted to fuck him and even though he was concerned that this vignette provided by The Source hadn’t ended, he was more than willing to give the young beauty what she wanted, at least one more time.
The shower was hot, both in the temperature of the water and the eroticism Tiff displayed as she worshipfully washed him. His hands wandered every inch of her body as he returned the favor, bringing goosebumps to her perfect flesh despite the heat of the cascade of water flowing over her. His fingers dipped between the cheeks of her remarkable ass as he rinsed her, pressing lightly over the pucker of her anus.
She pressed her body against his as he repeated the motion, her breasts pressing against his chest causing water to pool between them. “You want that ass, Mister Mike?”
Mike nodded, wordlessly accepting an irresistible offer. The quiet wasn’t that he was afraid Aimee would hear, though that’s likely the way Tiff took it. She conspiratorially led him out of the bathroom and out of the master bedroom, their bodies dripping all the way. He knew Aimee wasn’t a one-girl-one-guy type of person and would only be jealous that she missed out. He glanced at her as they left the room, not wanting to disturb the beautiful peace of slumber on her pretty face.
They were in the kitchen and the bright lights seemed out of place as she rummaged through her purse, finally emerging with what she had been looking for, holding the tube aloft like a prize.
“Your cock is probably the biggest I’ve had there, so use a lot.” She said, smiling as she approached him.
Mike took it from her hands and placed it on the table first, followed quickly by the eighteen-year-old’s perfect, nude body.
“First, I want to spend a little time getting to know you better.” Mike grinned, pulling up one of the chairs behind him, setting himself down between her spread legs like she was a buffet.
“I’m going to make you cum in my mouth.” He said, planting a kiss on the delicate skin that separated her leg from her pelvis. “Then, I’m going to make you cum harder than you ever have before with my cock buried up that tight little ass.”
Mike emphasized the last promise by flicking his tongue across that tense muscle before sinking it between her lips and into her fragrant pussy.
“Pretty cocky, Mister Mike.” Tiff cooed as she lay back on her elbows, still looking into his eyes as he drove into her body. A moment later, they rolled up for a moment as he attacked her clit, eliciting a soft moan.
Mike was already preparing spells in his mind as he enjoyed the blonde’s delicious and obviously eager body.
Chapter Seven
Aimee joined Mike in his second shower, likely woken by Tiff as the sweaty, exhausted beauty crawled shakily into bed. Mike had been forced to cover her mouth almost the entire time his cock was stretching her tight little back door, but he had delivered what he had promised her, as well as what felt like a half-gallon of his cum, deep in her bowels.
“When can I see you again?” She asked, hugging him from behind as he let the hot water rain down on his face.
Mike knew that the vignette was likely almost at an end. It was make or break. What did The Source want out of this one? He loved Aimee, that was a given, but it was so much different than what had happened with Eliza. It was the same that he had hesitated with Aimee as much as he had the woman she now called step-mother, but he had broken that, hadn’t he?
He had made the move he had wanted to make that day so long ago and it had resulted in the two of them coming together much sooner. He could feel the affection as she clutched him tightly.
“Why don’t you just move in with me?” Mike said, pulling his head out of the flow of the shower. “My place isn’t much, but…”
Mike turned, turning her as he went and reflecting the embrace she had given him. He saw the light in those gorgeous green eyes and just a second was enough to know he had taken the right path.
“Really?” He heard her whisper. “That’s crazy.”
The touch of her wet ass against him brought his cock back to life and it pressed against the cleft between her cheeks.
“Mmm…” She said, pressing back harder against him as she arched her back. “…but I’d be crazy not to.”
A moment later, Mike’s hard cock was pressing deep into his love’s body and the vignette came to a sudden end.
Chapter Eight
Mike could still taste Aimee’s lips as he opened his eyes. This time he wasn’t in the darkness of the cavern. He was somewhere else entirely. It wasn’t Sela’s mysterious apartment, either, it was more…he searched for a word. Primitive.
Smoke burned his eyes as he looked around the dimness only illuminated by a small fire in the center of the space. He ducked down a bit, coming into fresh air as his eyes followed the small plume of smoke upwards towards narrow circle flanked with crossed branches. Returning his eyes to the ground, he noted several items sitting in a basket. Carved combs made of bones. Some had animal imagery, some female imagery. Mike searched his mind for a connection but the narrowest he could muster was Native American, though possibly pre-Spanish influence.
Mike lowered himself to a fur covering on the floor. Whatever this was, he was supposed to be here. The history of the house per Cyril Rochester’s house had mentioned that the land itself was an old native sacred site used for fertility rituals. What had he said, Iroquois? He was woefully ignorant of the peoples that had lived in and around Rochester thousands of years before he had come along and he felt guilty about it.
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p; The woman who suddenly came into the tent through the narrow, low entrance surprised him, but he kept his position on the fur, waiting until she had come to her knees, looking past the small fire at him.
“I am Onatah.” She said, softly.
She was beautiful. Dark hair fell in thick braids on each of her shoulders, past ample breasts that were covered by some sort of hide. A skirt of the same material covered the minimal required for modesty. The light of the fire illuminated her dark brown eyes, making them dance in the light. Mike felt his chest tighten in pain. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever met.
The dark beauty spoke again, no sign in her eyes that she was unhappy with his speechlessness; he just hadn’t been able to respond.
“And you are Mike. We finally meet.”
She smiled as Mike nodded, still unable to take his eyes off her.
“There are things we need to discuss.”
Mike shook his head like he was trying to dislodge the cobwebs that had sprung up in her presence. “Yes. Eliza and Aimee.”
Onatah smiled. “They are both well.” She said, resting back on her feet as she knelt on the other corner of the huge fur.
“I need to see them.”
“In time.” She said softly. There was no sense of menace in her voice. “There are many things to explain before much of this will make sense to you.”
“They’re okay?”
Onatah slowly took off the headdress she was wearing and set it delicately on a wooden shelf next to the furs.
“They will know nothing of this. This is between you and me as you are the male harnessing my powers.”
“Your powers?”
The words slipped out of Mike’s mouth without the benefit of any filter, though he wouldn’t have taken them back.
“My powers, yes.” She said. “I am the daughter of Eithinoha, so it could be said that those powers pass from her to me.”
“Eithinoha?” Mike asked. He tried to pronounce the name the way she had, though it was uncomfortable. Her smile seemed to announce he had done well.
“She is the Earth Mother.”
The matter-of-fact nature of the words didn’t surprise Mike at all. He had been growing accustomed to expecting the unexpected and the fact that he was talking to a woman who would clearly be a goddess didn’t slow him down.
“And the powers of the house come from you?” Mike asked, taking the chain-of-custody thinking to the next level.
She smiled. “It is the place, but the house sits on top of the place. This place has been here since the birth of time.”
Mike processed the words. She spoke of the hill, of course. Even though it appeared they were in some sort of tent, he knew that the flap would likely lead him to nowhere, just as the doors in Sela’s bedroom had.
“And what are the ‘dues’ that I have to pay?” Mike asked, trying to separate the intense beauty in front of him from the threatening tone of Cyril Rochester’s notes.
Onatah laughed.
“What?” Mike asked, defensively.
The goddess looked at him like one would look at a confused child. “Mortals always make everything seem ominous.” She said. “It amuses me.”
“Cyril Roches…” Mike started, but she interrupted him.
“Cyril Rochester was an asshole.” She said, flatly. It certainly wasn’t what Mike had been expecting her to say. “Like his brother.”
“What happened to his brother, Cyrus?” Mike asked. Per Cyril’s notes, he had sent him to The Source to atone for some sort of crime.
Onatah paused, as if she was weighing her response. “He is…gone.”
Mike waited a second. “And that’s not supposed to sound ominous?”
The dark-skinned beauty smiled the biggest and most genuine smile he had seen from her yet. “I can see how you would get that impression.” She said. “But there are so many levels of things that you just aren’t capable of understanding.”
He wanted to be offended, but he knew it must be true. If this woman was truly a goddess, she was operating on a completely different level.
“Then tell me about…”
“The dues?” Onatah said, interrupting him again. He had the distinct impression she was reading his mind. He wasn’t sure, but he felt naked in front of her despite his clothes. If she could read his mind, she could read the desire for her that was burning in him.
“Yes.”
Onatah moved closer to him, changing her position to sit cross-legged in front of him. She reached out her palms, encouraging him to take them. The moment he touched her flesh Mike knew the source of the strange sensation he had felt touching Sela’s body. It was the goddess that had possessed her, unable to be contained even by the mortal body she resided in.
“Close your eyes.”
Chapter Nine
Mike felt an autumn-like breeze ripple across his body and had the odd sensation of his nipples harden. He opened his eyes to find himself sitting cross-legged, but now in front of a small, bubbling brook. As he reached up to brush some stray hair from his eyes, he realized that the dark-skinned hands didn’t belong to him. Nor did the hair, for that matter. Leaning forward, he caught his reflection in the flowing water.
He was Onatah.
Emotions washed through him until he realized that they were thoughts, though not his thoughts. He was hearing the internal monologue of the body he inhabited. Was this just an extension of the power she had used to possess Sela? He had to remember that Sela’s action while possessed had been with malign intent against him, though he knew the goddess’s intentions were beyond him as well.
“You are the most beautiful.” A voice behind him said. Her? The strike thought him out of the blue and struck him hard. He was Onatah, for better or worse. What did she have in mind?
Glancing around, she saw the source of the voice. His rugged handsomeness swept her up, spreading heat across her face as he gazed down at her. She had never seen him in the camp before. Was he one of the chief’s sons that had gone out on his quest long before she had been old enough to notice?
“My thanks.” She said, hearing the softness in her own voice, along with a little quaver she hoped wasn’t apparent.
“If you will come with me, I would be honored.”
Onatah didn’t know his intentions but she rose anyway. He was simply too beautiful to ignore.
In what seemed like a whirlwind to her, the handsome warrior had pulled her up onto his horse and urged it to run. She gripped him around the waist, feeling the taut ridges of his abs as they bounced up and down with the beat of hooves. The landscape went by in an unnatural blur as the horse ran. The constant touch of his skin combined with the power of the beast between her legs conspired to make her uncomfortable in her own desire by the time they reached their destination.
“This is my home.” He said, gesturing to what was to her, a home rivalling even the grand lodge in her camp.
Onatah nodded gently as he led her inside, his unknown intentions burning a hole in her psyche. The interior was all she expected it to be. Vessels of maize and other grains overflowed in one corner while another held instruments of war.
“I seek your permission to touch you.” The warrior said, his breath nearly in her ear behind her. It was a common ritual of her people.
She turned, ending up almost in his arms as she refused to back up. She looked up into those gorgeous eyes and wasn’t entirely sure whether she felt his arms encircle her before or after she hear her own soft affirmation.
The kiss was intense but lasted only a moment. Onatah felt weightless for a moment before she caught his waist with her thighs. A moment after that, she felt him pressing into her, his incredibly hard cock splitting her open thanks to the shame of her own pent-up desire for him. She heard her own groan as if she was an outside observer feeling his cock split her open, taking her body for the first time. She would be mated to this man and she didn’t even know his name.
The warrior carr
ied her for a minute, letting her body sink down onto him like he was impaling a prisoner, before finally turning and pressing her against one of the mud brick walls of the lodge, using it as a backstop as he began pounding that heavenly flesh in and out of her body with an intensity she had never even imagined. Pleasure erupted in her like plants in the spring, finally exploding into life with blooms that overwhelmed her senses.
The orgasm rippled through her for a minute before she heard her warrior’s grunt and he filled her with his seed. It flowed into her like honey and she cherished every drop.
Lowering her to the floor, he nodded to her in stoic acknowledgement before disappearing through the doorway they had entered.
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